Edmund is watching as the Grotesque is attempting to cook something with ingredients found in the forest. The construct seems to be attempting to make a... bread pudding?? Without bread... Okay. Anyway, there is a lot of cutting that doesn't appear to serve any real purpose.
Oswald is eating a sausage sandwich while reviewing some plans in the tavern.
The rich man (yuan-ti anathema in disguise) is watching the kobolds mine flesh from the earth outside of town. Slabs of meat are moved out of the mines by hooks on rails. The man is using biomancy to create more animate hooks.
He looks down at her, the light revealing his long, pale, pointed nose. I arrived a few days before you did, I'm afraid. I don't know much about this place.
*By the way, I thought it would be important to note, Pastel is an Aberration. He's never even seen these people before, and he certainly isn't related. The fact that they took to him so quickly is hilarious and heartwarming at the same time.*
*They are Monsters, these three. They are just gonna be nice despite not knowing him. And Sadeh is just like "He gave me chocolate. HE IS MY UNCLE."*
She nods and fidgets with a strand of her hair. Pakmon glances back at them before sheathing his dagger and glaive. Khemut wanders up to Pakmon and whispers something to him before handing him the stone cube she has.
Uncle Pastel lifts Sadeh back onto his shoulders and begins to run to the tavern. Catch us if you can! He laughs, moving at a terrifying pace, speeding like a gigantic insect. His vocalizations are very different from his telepathic voice. Sadeh's ride is smooth, with only the slightest bounce when he scurries over obstacles. The ride is short though, with the Tavern not being that far away.
(His max speed is 18 mph. To put that into perspective, the fastest man alive can run 8 mph)
Sudah squeals with laughter and holds on tight. Pakmon sighs and cracks his shoulders "Care to help me sister?" He asks. Khemut nods and casts Expeditious Retreat as a Bonus Action and then Enhance Ability (DEX) as an Action. (Pakmon has a movement of 65 ft per turn. The Dash actions are double so that's now 130 ft per turn.)
Uncle Pastel lifts Sadeh back onto his shoulders and begins to run to the tavern. Catch us if you can! He laughs, moving at a terrifying pace, speeding like a gigantic insect. His vocalizations are very different from his telepathic voice. Sadeh's ride is smooth, with only the slightest bounce when he scurries over obstacles. The ride is short though, with the Tavern not being that far away.
(His max speed is 18 mph. To put that into perspective, the fastest man alive can run 8 mph)
Sudah squeals with laughter and holds on tight. Pakmon sighs and cracks his shoulders "Care to help me sister?" He asks. Khemut nods and casts Expeditious Retreat as a Bonus Action and then Enhance Ability (DEX) as an Action. (Pakmon has a movement of 65 ft per turn. The Dash actions are double so that's now 130 ft per turn.)
(gotta beat 170, sorry mate)
With his head start and greater speed, Pastel whisks Sudah away in an instant. Before she knows it, she's been set down in a soft chair inside with a mug of hot chocolate before her and a present in her lap with her name on it. The giant Uncle offers her some extra marshmallows just in time for Pakmon to arrive.
Tez is just casually sipping his tea, He slight squints his eyes at the sudden appearance of a, presumably, child. However, he goes back to his sketches.
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the pilot of the knight-paladin walks in. He's huge, standing 10 feet tall, and weighing over 600 pounds, and is clearly not a human, despite having the face of a human. he sits near Oswald, his long, black hair loose and flowing. on his back is a 5 foot long chainsaw sword, and he also has a pistol the size of a microwave attached to his belt. "Hello." he says, as his voice shakes the room. he then orders a drink that would be lethal to a normal human and downs it within 45 seconds.
*this is me, as the lost Primarch of the 2nd founding legion*
Oswald glances over, then looks back to his plans. "Nice sword. My father invented something similar. It might've worked too if we had people as big as you to wield them."
Uncle Pastel lifts Sadeh back onto his shoulders and begins to run to the tavern. Catch us if you can! He laughs, moving at a terrifying pace, speeding like a gigantic insect. His vocalizations are very different from his telepathic voice. Sadeh's ride is smooth, with only the slightest bounce when he scurries over obstacles. The ride is short though, with the Tavern not being that far away.
(His max speed is 18 mph. To put that into perspective, the fastest man alive can run 8 mph)
Sudah squeals with laughter and holds on tight. Pakmon sighs and cracks his shoulders "Care to help me sister?" He asks. Khemut nods and casts Expeditious Retreat as a Bonus Action and then Enhance Ability (DEX) as an Action. (Pakmon has a movement of 65 ft per turn. The Dash actions are double so that's now 130 ft per turn.)
(gotta beat 170, sorry mate)
With his head start and greater speed, Pastel whisks Sudah away in an instant. Before she knows it, she's been set down in a soft chair inside with a mug of hot chocolate before her and a present in her lap with her name on it. The giant Uncle offers her some extra marshmallows just in time for Pakmon to arrive.
She squirms out of the chair and goes to sit on his lap instead. She does take the extra marshmallows, who knows when she will get the opportunity again? Pakmon arrives in a few minutes, heaving great breathes to try and get air in his lungs. "Your fats Uncle. Much faster than I". Khemut, over the series of several moments, walks into the tavern as well. She, however, keeps her eyes on the floor.
With his head start and greater speed, Pastel whisks Sudah away in an instant. Before she knows it, she's been set down in a soft chair inside with a mug of hot chocolate before her and a present in her lap with her name on it. The giant Uncle offers her some extra marshmallows just in time for Pakmon to arrive.
She squirms out of the chair and goes to sit on his lap instead. She does take the extra marshmallows, who knows when she will get the opportunity again? Pakmon arrives in a few minutes, heaving great breathes to try and get air in his lungs. "Your fast Uncle. Much faster than I". Khemut, over the series of several moments, walks into the tavern as well. She, however, keeps her eyes on the floor.
His body feels like hard rubber. Like tires wrapped around petrified wood. His suit is made of soft, plush fabric, contrasting his horrific form quite nicely. He gives Sudah as many marshmallows as she wants. He gestures with his free claw to the other chairs around the coffee table, each one with a hot mug of cocoa and a present on the seat. He notices that Khemut isn't looking. Mój słodki, what is wrong? You needn't worry. Your parents will be back by Christmas. I'll make sure of it.
Oswald glances over, then looks back to his plans. "Nice sword. My father invented something similar. It might've worked too if we had people as big as you to wield them."
*Oswald is 5' 5" by the way*
"this sword was created just before my Fath..." he stops suddenly. he seems to have a flashback. after about 15 seconds of him sitting there recalling something, he suddenly moves and the sound of glass and wood shattering fills the room
Oswald casually looks over to the source of the noise.
With his head start and greater speed, Pastel whisks Sudah away in an instant. Before she knows it, she's been set down in a soft chair inside with a mug of hot chocolate before her and a present in her lap with her name on it. The giant Uncle offers her some extra marshmallows just in time for Pakmon to arrive.
She squirms out of the chair and goes to sit on his lap instead. She does take the extra marshmallows, who knows when she will get the opportunity again? Pakmon arrives in a few minutes, heaving great breathes to try and get air in his lungs. "Your fast Uncle. Much faster than I". Khemut, over the series of several moments, walks into the tavern as well. She, however, keeps her eyes on the floor.
His body feels like hard rubber. Like tires wrapped around petrified wood. His suit is made of soft, plush fabric, contrasting his horrific form quite nicely. He gives Sudah as many marshmallows as she wants. He gestures with his free claw to the other chairs around the coffee table, each one with a hot mug of cocoa and a present on the seat. He notices that Khemut isn't looking. Mój słodki, what is wrong? You needn't worry. Your parents will be back by Christmas. I'll make sure of it.
Khemut shakes her head and pulls an object wrapped in purple cloth from her cloak. She sets it down on the table and gestures for The Uncle to take a look. "We took it before they could get it.. It was my mother's and grandmother's." She whispers. Sadeh jumps up and grins "Momma's cane!" she says in Deep Speech. Pakmon sits down and lowers his ears.
His body feels like hard rubber. Like tires wrapped around petrified wood. His suit is made of soft, plush fabric, contrasting his horrific form quite nicely. He gives Sudah as many marshmallows as she wants. He gestures with his free claw to the other chairs around the coffee table, each one with a hot mug of cocoa and a present on the seat. He notices that Khemut isn't looking. Mój słodki, what is wrong? You needn't worry. Your parents will be back by Christmas. I'll make sure of it.
Khemut shakes her head and pulls an object wrapped in purple cloth from her cloak. She sets it down on the table and gestures for The Uncle to take a look. "We took it before they could get it.. It was my mother's and grandmother's." She whispers. Sadeh jumps up and grins "Momma's cane!" she says in Deep Speech. Pakmon sits down and lowers his ears.
He slowly, carefully unwraps it. He lifts the brim of his tophat to see better, revealing his white, gleaming, pinprick pupils set into dark holes in his skull.
*Oh, yeah. That would be Oswald.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sudah squeals with laughter and holds on tight. Pakmon sighs and cracks his shoulders "Care to help me sister?" He asks. Khemut nods and casts Expeditious Retreat as a Bonus Action and then Enhance Ability (DEX) as an Action. (Pakmon has a movement of 65 ft per turn. The Dash actions are double so that's now 130 ft per turn.)
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
(gotta beat 170, sorry mate)
With his head start and greater speed, Pastel whisks Sudah away in an instant. Before she knows it, she's been set down in a soft chair inside with a mug of hot chocolate before her and a present in her lap with her name on it. The giant Uncle offers her some extra marshmallows just in time for Pakmon to arrive.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Tez is just casually sipping his tea, He slight squints his eyes at the sudden appearance of a, presumably, child. However, he goes back to his sketches.
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F3-0n returns to his hidden workshop in the tavern, and begins construction of mechanical bees, and a metal hive.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Oswald glances over, then looks back to his plans. "Nice sword. My father invented something similar. It might've worked too if we had people as big as you to wield them."
*Oswald is 5' 5" by the way*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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She squirms out of the chair and goes to sit on his lap instead. She does take the extra marshmallows, who knows when she will get the opportunity again? Pakmon arrives in a few minutes, heaving great breathes to try and get air in his lungs. "Your fats Uncle. Much faster than I". Khemut, over the series of several moments, walks into the tavern as well. She, however, keeps her eyes on the floor.
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
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
His body feels like hard rubber. Like tires wrapped around petrified wood. His suit is made of soft, plush fabric, contrasting his horrific form quite nicely. He gives Sudah as many marshmallows as she wants. He gestures with his free claw to the other chairs around the coffee table, each one with a hot mug of cocoa and a present on the seat. He notices that Khemut isn't looking. Mój słodki, what is wrong? You needn't worry. Your parents will be back by Christmas. I'll make sure of it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oswald casually looks over to the source of the noise.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ay, back*
Theren is wandering the woods, extremely wounded.
Alix is wandering around town
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Khemut shakes her head and pulls an object wrapped in purple cloth from her cloak. She sets it down on the table and gestures for The Uncle to take a look. "We took it before they could get it.. It was my mother's and grandmother's." She whispers. Sadeh jumps up and grins "Momma's cane!" she says in Deep Speech. Pakmon sits down and lowers his ears.
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
Echo comes up next to him "hey"
psychopath ^-^
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He slowly, carefully unwraps it. He lifts the brim of his tophat to see better, revealing his white, gleaming, pinprick pupils set into dark holes in his skull.
*He's also under the effects of Detect Magic*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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