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*Claps*
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Spidey is grappled as his suit makes a hummin noise. (make a con save)
11
*fail*
Electricity shoots through then men
The man collapses, screaming. The other man pays no notice as he realizes something: the man they were trying to capture had managed to get away in all the fighting.
Spidey is grappled as his suit makes a hummin noise. (make a con save)
11
*fail*
Electricity shoots through then men
The man collapses, screaming. The other man pays no notice as he realizes something: the man they were trying to capture had managed to get away in all the fighting.
"HEY! It's gone! FIND IT!!!"
"oh no you dont." he says, touching the man, making the electricity run through him
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man collapses, screaming. The other man pays no notice as he realizes something: the man they were trying to capture had managed to get away in all the fighting.
"HEY! It's gone! FIND IT!!!"
"oh no you dont." he says, touching the man, making the electricity run through him
The two men are now unconscious on the ground, their flesh smoking slightly. A list lies on the ground where the supposed monster was hiding.
The man collapses, screaming. The other man pays no notice as he realizes something: the man they were trying to capture had managed to get away in all the fighting.
"HEY! It's gone! FIND IT!!!"
"oh no you dont." he says, touching the man, making the electricity run through him
The two men are now unconscious on the ground, their flesh smoking slightly. A list lies on the ground where the supposed monster was hiding.
He picks up the list
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"oh no you dont." he says, touching the man, making the electricity run through him
The two men are now unconscious on the ground, their flesh smoking slightly. A list lies on the ground where the supposed monster was hiding.
He picks up the list
It's a hand-written menu, listing foods and their ingredients. As far as Spidey can tell, almost none of the items on the list exist on this plane of existence. On the back, it reads "Szerucharsz' Full-Course Menu"
"oh no you dont." he says, touching the man, making the electricity run through him
The two men are now unconscious on the ground, their flesh smoking slightly. A list lies on the ground where the supposed monster was hiding.
He picks up the list
It's a hand-written menu, listing foods and their ingredients. As far as Spidey can tell, almost none of the items on the list exist on this plane of existence. On the back, it reads "Szerucharsz' Full-Course Menu"
"What the?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"oh no you dont." he says, touching the man, making the electricity run through him
The two men are now unconscious on the ground, their flesh smoking slightly. A list lies on the ground where the supposed monster was hiding.
He picks up the list
It's a hand-written menu, listing foods and their ingredients. As far as Spidey can tell, almost none of the items on the list exist on this plane of existence. On the back, it reads "Szerucharz' Full-Course Menu"
"What the?"
The man with the crutch near-silently hobbles back. "S-sorry, I dropped that. May I have it back, please?" His voice is almost too soft to understand.
"its nothing.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Claps*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The man collapses, screaming. The other man pays no notice as he realizes something: the man they were trying to capture had managed to get away in all the fighting.
"HEY! It's gone! FIND IT!!!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"oh no you dont." he says, touching the man, making the electricity run through him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The two men are now unconscious on the ground, their flesh smoking slightly. A list lies on the ground where the supposed monster was hiding.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
they nuzzle him
psychopath ^-^
He picks up the list
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Why?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Why what?"
psychopath ^-^
"what your doin?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It's a hand-written menu, listing foods and their ingredients. As far as Spidey can tell, almost none of the items on the list exist on this plane of existence. On the back, it reads "Szerucharsz' Full-Course Menu"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What the?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man with the crutch near-silently hobbles back. "S-sorry, I dropped that. May I have it back, please?" His voice is almost too soft to understand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They shrug
psychopath ^-^
*Morning!*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Good morning, I has an idea and my brain isn't letting me make it.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*aw, lemme know if you want any help*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A red glow can be seen in the branches of a tree and a haze of smoke lingers around the leaves.
*-loud screaming-*
Theren is playing his guitar outside
Leo is humming as he fixes Festus
-open slot for whoever-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.