"Who says I am alone Oswald Grouper? I have seen your machines, such toys do not belong in the hands of a raging boy." She called out with a smile "You called me out so here I am. Or are you hiding like you did in those mines all those years ago? From the ones who beat you so?"
"Huh. Yuri retorted better when she had half the knowledge you do."
"That's because you two have such awful palates for words. Humans and the Elfen always do. You sully the land you walk. But do not worry! Once you are long gone, she will be next. And then Zennix for filling her mind after he was forbidden from the court." She said with a chuckle "Come now. Let's see what you have made."
"Fine then. I'll show you exactly how sullied I can make this earth. Machines? Scorched Earth Initiative. Destroy the Court, leave her to me."
Portals open, and half the machines descend into the Feywild. "No reinforcements for you, I'm afraid." The factory slowly stands as Oswald stands on top of it. "Me, however... Well, let's just say you aren't good enough a cheater to handle me."
Four Dex saves please, as Grouper's gatlings fire those cursed bullets I mentioned before. They ignore Fey magic, so even Foresight or Bones of the Earth would fail here.
As the sun begins to rise, the sky transforms from a dark hue to a bright and vivid blue. A sweet and cheerful humming fills the air as if the world is awakening to a new day. A woman with long white hair, intricately braided and tied up, perches elegantly on the back of a majestic white stag. Her sparkling golden eyes glimmer with a warm and welcoming light, radiating a sense of comfort and safety. In her hand, she carries a crystal scepter, which shimmers and glows in the morning light. With her other hand, she holds tightly onto the reins of the gentle stag, leading it with grace and ease.
Her beauty is undeniable, with a long gown made of blooming white flowers and bright leaves that wrap around her like a warm blanket. Although the winter's chill is in the air, she seems unaffected, as if she is the embodiment of spring herself. Little creatures of the forest, from squirrels to rabbits, follow her every step as if they were her loyal subjects. They hop and play around her, spreading joy and happiness wherever they go.
This is Tatiana, the Queen of the Fey and of the Summer.
Bonnie watches in amazement, eyes glittering a little
Zenix watches from a nearby roof with a sneer, "Well look who's showing her face." He mutters
Tatiana looks over at Zenix and smiles "Hello there Traitor. I would say its good to see your face but it really isn't. The time in Shadowfell has made you ugly."
"You say that like I care for your standards anymore witch." He says, ravens circling above them, "I'm not the same elf."
She sighs and smiles again "Tut tut. Careful now you ignorant little welp, You were given power but it's only made you weaker." she says.
He chuckles, "We'll see. I'd say lower your standards, but I've seen the company you keep close, and besides. You won't go back to anything after this."
"You would think that but I've visited an old friend of mine. I have a few tricks up my sleeves."
As the sun begins to rise, the sky transforms from a dark hue to a bright and vivid blue. A sweet and cheerful humming fills the air as if the world is awakening to a new day. A woman with long white hair, intricately braided and tied up, perches elegantly on the back of a majestic white stag. Her sparkling golden eyes glimmer with a warm and welcoming light, radiating a sense of comfort and safety. In her hand, she carries a crystal scepter, which shimmers and glows in the morning light. With her other hand, she holds tightly onto the reins of the gentle stag, leading it with grace and ease.
Her beauty is undeniable, with a long gown made of blooming white flowers and bright leaves that wrap around her like a warm blanket. Although the winter's chill is in the air, she seems unaffected, as if she is the embodiment of spring herself. Little creatures of the forest, from squirrels to rabbits, follow her every step as if they were her loyal subjects. They hop and play around her, spreading joy and happiness wherever they go.
This is Tatiana, the Queen of the Fey and of the Summer.
Bonnie watches in amazement, eyes glittering a little
Zenix watches from a nearby roof with a sneer, "Well look who's showing her face." He mutters
Tatiana looks over at Zenix and smiles "Hello there Traitor. I would say its good to see your face but it really isn't. The time in Shadowfell has made you ugly."
"You say that like I care for your standards anymore witch." He says, ravens circling above them, "I'm not the same elf."
She sighs and smiles again "Tut tut. Careful now you ignorant little welp, You were given power but it's only made you weaker." she says.
He chuckles, "We'll see. I'd say lower your standards, but I've seen the company you keep close, and besides. You won't go back to anything after this."
"You would think that but I've visited an old friend of mine. I have a few tricks up my sleeves."
"Well then you might actually be a match for me." He says, dropping down onto the street
She is hit by two volleys, taking 42 piercing and 47 necrotic damage. She is also unable to cast fey or druidic spells, is Poisoned, and is unable to be healed until the end of her next turn. This damage ignores resistance or immunity, assuming she is fey.
Also, the volleys spray the area around her liberally.
As the sun begins to rise, the sky transforms from a dark hue to a bright and vivid blue. A sweet and cheerful humming fills the air as if the world is awakening to a new day. A woman with long white hair, intricately braided and tied up, perches elegantly on the back of a majestic white stag. Her sparkling golden eyes glimmer with a warm and welcoming light, radiating a sense of comfort and safety. In her hand, she carries a crystal scepter, which shimmers and glows in the morning light. With her other hand, she holds tightly onto the reins of the gentle stag, leading it with grace and ease.
Her beauty is undeniable, with a long gown made of blooming white flowers and bright leaves that wrap around her like a warm blanket. Although the winter's chill is in the air, she seems unaffected, as if she is the embodiment of spring herself. Little creatures of the forest, from squirrels to rabbits, follow her every step as if they were her loyal subjects. They hop and play around her, spreading joy and happiness wherever they go.
This is Tatiana, the Queen of the Fey and of the Summer.
Bonnie watches in amazement, eyes glittering a little
Zenix watches from a nearby roof with a sneer, "Well look who's showing her face." He mutters
Tatiana looks over at Zenix and smiles "Hello there Traitor. I would say its good to see your face but it really isn't. The time in Shadowfell has made you ugly."
"You say that like I care for your standards anymore witch." He says, ravens circling above them, "I'm not the same elf."
She sighs and smiles again "Tut tut. Careful now you ignorant little welp, You were given power but it's only made you weaker." she says.
He chuckles, "We'll see. I'd say lower your standards, but I've seen the company you keep close, and besides. You won't go back to anything after this."
"You would think that but I've visited an old friend of mine. I have a few tricks up my sleeves."
"Well then you might actually be a match for me." He says, dropping down onto the street
She smiles and gazes at Zennix. (I'm gonna need a Wisdom Save)
As the sun begins to rise, the sky transforms from a dark hue to a bright and vivid blue. A sweet and cheerful humming fills the air as if the world is awakening to a new day. A woman with long white hair, intricately braided and tied up, perches elegantly on the back of a majestic white stag. Her sparkling golden eyes glimmer with a warm and welcoming light, radiating a sense of comfort and safety. In her hand, she carries a crystal scepter, which shimmers and glows in the morning light. With her other hand, she holds tightly onto the reins of the gentle stag, leading it with grace and ease.
Her beauty is undeniable, with a long gown made of blooming white flowers and bright leaves that wrap around her like a warm blanket. Although the winter's chill is in the air, she seems unaffected, as if she is the embodiment of spring herself. Little creatures of the forest, from squirrels to rabbits, follow her every step as if they were her loyal subjects. They hop and play around her, spreading joy and happiness wherever they go.
This is Tatiana, the Queen of the Fey and of the Summer.
Bonnie watches in amazement, eyes glittering a little
Zenix watches from a nearby roof with a sneer, "Well look who's showing her face." He mutters
Tatiana looks over at Zenix and smiles "Hello there Traitor. I would say its good to see your face but it really isn't. The time in Shadowfell has made you ugly."
"You say that like I care for your standards anymore witch." He says, ravens circling above them, "I'm not the same elf."
She sighs and smiles again "Tut tut. Careful now you ignorant little welp, You were given power but it's only made you weaker." she says.
He chuckles, "We'll see. I'd say lower your standards, but I've seen the company you keep close, and besides. You won't go back to anything after this."
"You would think that but I've visited an old friend of mine. I have a few tricks up my sleeves."
"Well then you might actually be a match for me." He says, dropping down onto the street
She smiles and gazes at Zennix. (I'm gonna need a Wisdom Save)
She is hit by two volleys, taking 42 piercing and 47 necrotic damage. She is also unable to cast fey or druidic spells, is Poisoned, and is unable to be healed until the end of her next turn. This damage ignores resistance or immunity, assuming she is fey.
Also, the volleys spray the area around her liberally.
Instead of taking Damage, she is going to use two of her four Legendary Resistance to Succeed instead of Fail. She chuckles "Come now, Oswald. I was expecting much better from you." She raises her hands as vines, the width of skyscrapers, rise from the ground. (I'm gonna need the nearest machine to make a strength save)
As the sun begins to rise, the sky transforms from a dark hue to a bright and vivid blue. A sweet and cheerful humming fills the air as if the world is awakening to a new day. A woman with long white hair, intricately braided and tied up, perches elegantly on the back of a majestic white stag. Her sparkling golden eyes glimmer with a warm and welcoming light, radiating a sense of comfort and safety. In her hand, she carries a crystal scepter, which shimmers and glows in the morning light. With her other hand, she holds tightly onto the reins of the gentle stag, leading it with grace and ease.
Her beauty is undeniable, with a long gown made of blooming white flowers and bright leaves that wrap around her like a warm blanket. Although the winter's chill is in the air, she seems unaffected, as if she is the embodiment of spring herself. Little creatures of the forest, from squirrels to rabbits, follow her every step as if they were her loyal subjects. They hop and play around her, spreading joy and happiness wherever they go.
This is Tatiana, the Queen of the Fey and of the Summer.
Bonnie watches in amazement, eyes glittering a little
Zenix watches from a nearby roof with a sneer, "Well look who's showing her face." He mutters
Tatiana looks over at Zenix and smiles "Hello there Traitor. I would say its good to see your face but it really isn't. The time in Shadowfell has made you ugly."
"You say that like I care for your standards anymore witch." He says, ravens circling above them, "I'm not the same elf."
She sighs and smiles again "Tut tut. Careful now you ignorant little welp, You were given power but it's only made you weaker." she says.
He chuckles, "We'll see. I'd say lower your standards, but I've seen the company you keep close, and besides. You won't go back to anything after this."
"You would think that but I've visited an old friend of mine. I have a few tricks up my sleeves."
"Well then you might actually be a match for me." He says, dropping down onto the street
She smiles and gazes at Zennix. (I'm gonna need a Wisdom Save)
*ah, his weakness qwq*
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He is going to feel his body lock up as he is suddenly under her sway. She smiles as he is suddenly turned from an elf into a copy of her. She points at Oswald "Go there and attack him."
She is hit by two volleys, taking 42 piercing and 47 necrotic damage. She is also unable to cast fey or druidic spells, is Poisoned, and is unable to be healed until the end of her next turn. This damage ignores resistance or immunity, assuming she is fey.
Also, the volleys spray the area around her liberally.
Instead of taking Damage, she is going to use two of her four Legendary Resistance to Succeed instead of Fail. She chuckles "Come now, Oswald. I was expecting much better from you." She raises her hands as vines, the width of skyscrapers, rise from the ground. (I'm gonna need the nearest machine to make a strength save)
The bullets' runes create wards around her, preventing her from using those abilities. It'll take about 80ft of movement to get out of the area "Problem? Don't worry, I'm just getting started..."
As the sun begins to rise, the sky transforms from a dark hue to a bright and vivid blue. A sweet and cheerful humming fills the air as if the world is awakening to a new day. A woman with long white hair, intricately braided and tied up, perches elegantly on the back of a majestic white stag. Her sparkling golden eyes glimmer with a warm and welcoming light, radiating a sense of comfort and safety. In her hand, she carries a crystal scepter, which shimmers and glows in the morning light. With her other hand, she holds tightly onto the reins of the gentle stag, leading it with grace and ease.
Her beauty is undeniable, with a long gown made of blooming white flowers and bright leaves that wrap around her like a warm blanket. Although the winter's chill is in the air, she seems unaffected, as if she is the embodiment of spring herself. Little creatures of the forest, from squirrels to rabbits, follow her every step as if they were her loyal subjects. They hop and play around her, spreading joy and happiness wherever they go.
This is Tatiana, the Queen of the Fey and of the Summer.
Bonnie watches in amazement, eyes glittering a little
Zenix watches from a nearby roof with a sneer, "Well look who's showing her face." He mutters
Tatiana looks over at Zenix and smiles "Hello there Traitor. I would say its good to see your face but it really isn't. The time in Shadowfell has made you ugly."
"You say that like I care for your standards anymore witch." He says, ravens circling above them, "I'm not the same elf."
She sighs and smiles again "Tut tut. Careful now you ignorant little welp, You were given power but it's only made you weaker." she says.
He chuckles, "We'll see. I'd say lower your standards, but I've seen the company you keep close, and besides. You won't go back to anything after this."
"You would think that but I've visited an old friend of mine. I have a few tricks up my sleeves."
"Well then you might actually be a match for me." He says, dropping down onto the street
She smiles and gazes at Zennix. (I'm gonna need a Wisdom Save)
*ah, his weakness qwq*
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He is going to feel his body lock up as he is suddenly under her sway. She smiles as he is suddenly turned from an elf into a copy of her. She points at Oswald "Go there and attack him."
(Welp, drama >:3)
Zenix shifts his stance, turning to face Oswald and draws a blade
She is hit by two volleys, taking 42 piercing and 47 necrotic damage. She is also unable to cast fey or druidic spells, is Poisoned, and is unable to be healed until the end of her next turn. This damage ignores resistance or immunity, assuming she is fey.
Also, the volleys spray the area around her liberally.
Instead of taking Damage, she is going to use two of her four Legendary Resistance to Succeed instead of Fail. She chuckles "Come now, Oswald. I was expecting much better from you." She raises her hands as vines, the width of skyscrapers, rise from the ground. (I'm gonna need the nearest machine to make a strength save)
The bullets' runes create wards around her, preventing her from using those abilities. It'll take about 80ft of movement to get out of the area "Problem? Don't worry, I'm just getting started..."
"Are you sure? Is that a belief you have firmly planted in that mind of yours?" She asks a pair of gossamer winds unfold from her back as she flies backward. (Her speed is 40 ft while flying is 80 ft.)
As the sun begins to rise, the sky transforms from a dark hue to a bright and vivid blue. A sweet and cheerful humming fills the air as if the world is awakening to a new day. A woman with long white hair, intricately braided and tied up, perches elegantly on the back of a majestic white stag. Her sparkling golden eyes glimmer with a warm and welcoming light, radiating a sense of comfort and safety. In her hand, she carries a crystal scepter, which shimmers and glows in the morning light. With her other hand, she holds tightly onto the reins of the gentle stag, leading it with grace and ease.
Her beauty is undeniable, with a long gown made of blooming white flowers and bright leaves that wrap around her like a warm blanket. Although the winter's chill is in the air, she seems unaffected, as if she is the embodiment of spring herself. Little creatures of the forest, from squirrels to rabbits, follow her every step as if they were her loyal subjects. They hop and play around her, spreading joy and happiness wherever they go.
This is Tatiana, the Queen of the Fey and of the Summer.
Bonnie watches in amazement, eyes glittering a little
Zenix watches from a nearby roof with a sneer, "Well look who's showing her face." He mutters
Tatiana looks over at Zenix and smiles "Hello there Traitor. I would say its good to see your face but it really isn't. The time in Shadowfell has made you ugly."
"You say that like I care for your standards anymore witch." He says, ravens circling above them, "I'm not the same elf."
She sighs and smiles again "Tut tut. Careful now you ignorant little welp, You were given power but it's only made you weaker." she says.
He chuckles, "We'll see. I'd say lower your standards, but I've seen the company you keep close, and besides. You won't go back to anything after this."
"You would think that but I've visited an old friend of mine. I have a few tricks up my sleeves."
"Well then you might actually be a match for me." He says, dropping down onto the street
She smiles and gazes at Zennix. (I'm gonna need a Wisdom Save)
*ah, his weakness qwq*
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He is going to feel his body lock up as he is suddenly under her sway. She smiles as he is suddenly turned from an elf into a copy of her. She points at Oswald "Go there and attack him."
(Welp, drama >:3)
Zenix shifts his stance, turning to face Oswald and draws a blade
(As soon as he gets hit, he can make another Wis save)
Zenix shifts his stance, turning to face Oswald and draws a blade
"Well, damn." Oswald lifts his arm as his skin rips open, revealing nothing but cold iron underneath. It is engraved with runes and dripping with his anti-magic concoction. His forearm flies out and claws at Zenix.
Attack: 31 Damage: 24 Attack: 32 Damage: 19
If either hit, he is poisoned, unable to regain HP until the end of his next turn, and he cannot use magic or be affected by it (this applies retrocatively). If he is immune to poison, the last one doesn't apply.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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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
"You would think that but I've visited an old friend of mine. I have a few tricks up my sleeves."
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
"Well then you might actually be a match for me." He says, dropping down onto the street
*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
She is hit by two volleys, taking 42 piercing and 47 necrotic damage. She is also unable to cast fey or druidic spells, is Poisoned, and is unable to be healed until the end of her next turn. This damage ignores resistance or immunity, assuming she is fey.
Also, the volleys spray the area around her liberally.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She smiles and gazes at Zennix. (I'm gonna need a Wisdom Save)
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
*Howdy:3*
*ah, his weakness qwq*
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*hru 2day*
psychopath ^-^
Instead of taking Damage, she is going to use two of her four Legendary Resistance to Succeed instead of Fail. She chuckles "Come now, Oswald. I was expecting much better from you." She raises her hands as vines, the width of skyscrapers, rise from the ground. (I'm gonna need the nearest machine to make a strength save)
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
He is going to feel his body lock up as he is suddenly under her sway. She smiles as he is suddenly turned from an elf into a copy of her. She points at Oswald "Go there and attack him."
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
The bullets' runes create wards around her, preventing her from using those abilities. It'll take about 80ft of movement to get out of the area "Problem? Don't worry, I'm just getting started..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*overall gud*
*noice*
psychopath ^-^
(Welp, drama >:3)
Zenix shifts his stance, turning to face Oswald and draws a blade
*how about u?*
"Are you sure? Is that a belief you have firmly planted in that mind of yours?" She asks a pair of gossamer winds unfold from her back as she flies backward. (Her speed is 40 ft while flying is 80 ft.)
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
(As soon as he gets hit, he can make another Wis save)
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
*bored. open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
"Well, damn." Oswald lifts his arm as his skin rips open, revealing nothing but cold iron underneath. It is engraved with runes and dripping with his anti-magic concoction. His forearm flies out and claws at Zenix.
Attack: 31 Damage: 24
Attack: 32 Damage: 19
If either hit, he is poisoned, unable to regain HP until the end of his next turn, and he cannot use magic or be affected by it (this applies retrocatively). If he is immune to poison, the last one doesn't apply.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels