"Hello. I am the Egregore. A Dark Power. I am currently on vacation, and I wanted to meet the locals, or at least the other visitors. What is your name?"
Oswald growls a bit. "What do you want?" he mutters, picking up the heart again.
"Hm. I'm Zenix"
He gets a sense of pain from it, like a wounded animal
"Well, Zenix, what's your favorite food? I've never visited the Raven Queen's servants before, so I don't know what to serve at the banquet!"
He stares at it for a moment. He takes off his apron and unbuttons his shirt. His chest shreds apart as his mechanical ribcage opens. He removes his mechanical heart and slots in the new one.
"Bread? I guess?" He crosses his arms, "We don't really eat food for fun much"
He feels a connection to every blade of grass in about a mile radius, like the very force of bature is flow- con save please
"Ah, then you are missing out. But, as you requested bread, I will bring the best bread I can provide!"
Con Save: 21
"Tha KS I guess?" He seems mostly confused
There's a short instance of pain, but here's past it as the heart syncs with him
"Hello. I am the Egregore. A Dark Power. I am currently on vacation, and I wanted to meet the locals, or at least the other visitors. What is your name?"
Oswald growls a bit. "What do you want?" he mutters, picking up the heart again.
"Hm. I'm Zenix"
He gets a sense of pain from it, like a wounded animal
"Well, Zenix, what's your favorite food? I've never visited the Raven Queen's servants before, so I don't know what to serve at the banquet!"
He stares at it for a moment. He takes off his apron and unbuttons his shirt. His chest shreds apart as his mechanical ribcage opens. He removes his mechanical heart and slots in the new one.
"Bread? I guess?" He crosses his arms, "We don't really eat food for fun much"
He feels a connection to every blade of grass in about a mile radius, like the very force of bature is flow- con save please
"Ah, then you are missing out. But, as you requested bread, I will bring the best bread I can provide!"
Con Save: 21
"Tha KS I guess?" He seems mostly confused
There's a short instance of pain, but here's past it as the heart syncs with him
The Egregore looks uncomfortable. "So... what do you like? I know it isn't food, but you must do something for fun."
Oswald looks down at his chest. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Hello. I am the Egregore. A Dark Power. I am currently on vacation, and I wanted to meet the locals, or at least the other visitors. What is your name?"
Oswald growls a bit. "What do you want?" he mutters, picking up the heart again.
"Hm. I'm Zenix"
He gets a sense of pain from it, like a wounded animal
"Well, Zenix, what's your favorite food? I've never visited the Raven Queen's servants before, so I don't know what to serve at the banquet!"
He stares at it for a moment. He takes off his apron and unbuttons his shirt. His chest shreds apart as his mechanical ribcage opens. He removes his mechanical heart and slots in the new one.
"Bread? I guess?" He crosses his arms, "We don't really eat food for fun much"
He feels a connection to every blade of grass in about a mile radius, like the very force of bature is flow- con save please
"Ah, then you are missing out. But, as you requested bread, I will bring the best bread I can provide!"
Con Save: 21
"Tha KS I guess?" He seems mostly confused
There's a short instance of pain, but here's past it as the heart syncs with him
The Egregore looks uncomfortable. "So... what do you like? I know it isn't food, but you must do something for fun."
Oswald looks down at his chest. "Is this what you wanted?"
He shrugs, "Dunno. Last time I had 'fun' I was... not in a good place. Haven't really tried it since."
"No, I'm usually ostacized because of my draconic heritige, but you don't do that."
"I've learned that everyone can be as good or bad as the next person. We even have some actual angels as Darklords in the domains. Species doesn't really matter to me, as long as they can hold a conversation. Not being able to do that is my main turn-off."
"No, I'm usually ostacized because of my draconic heritige, but you don't do that."
"I've learned that everyone can be as good or bad as the next person. We even have some actual angels as Darklords in the domains. Species doesn't really matter to me, as long as they can hold a conversation. Not being able to do that is my main turn-off."
"Well, I'd be glad to maintain a conversation with you." he says with a warm smile
"No, I'm usually ostacized because of my draconic heritige, but you don't do that."
"I've learned that everyone can be as good or bad as the next person. We even have some actual angels as Darklords in the domains. Species doesn't really matter to me, as long as they can hold a conversation. Not being able to do that is my main turn-off."
"Well, I'd be glad to maintain a conversation with you." he says with a warm smile
Edward Chuckles. "Well, do you have anything you want to talk about?"
"No, I'm usually ostacized because of my draconic heritige, but you don't do that."
"I've learned that everyone can be as good or bad as the next person. We even have some actual angels as Darklords in the domains. Species doesn't really matter to me, as long as they can hold a conversation. Not being able to do that is my main turn-off."
"Well, I'd be glad to maintain a conversation with you." he says with a warm smile
Edward Chuckles. "Well, do you have anything you want to talk about?"
"No, I'm usually ostacized because of my draconic heritige, but you don't do that."
"I've learned that everyone can be as good or bad as the next person. We even have some actual angels as Darklords in the domains. Species doesn't really matter to me, as long as they can hold a conversation. Not being able to do that is my main turn-off."
"Well, I'd be glad to maintain a conversation with you." he says with a warm smile
Edward Chuckles. "Well, do you have anything you want to talk about?"
"Tell me more about where you come from."
"Well, it's kind of like a dark, cold, scary abyss with nothing but fog that kills everything in it. But that fog is special: if you have the right power, like I do, you can shape it into anything. Literally. It doesn't have to follow any sort of rules that would apply to any sort of natural, physical, or magical law. It just works like that. It's impossible to tell from the real thing, too."
"Sure. I'll consider it" He says with a slight smile
*oof* He is knocked unconscious, mostly for the effects of the dream spell
The Egregore tips his hat and smiles. "Now, you were the one who came to me. I assume you have something to ask, do, or say?"
He collapses to the floor of the factory.
"Yeah, you got something to do with the undead showing up lately?"
When he comes to, he feels groggy, and not all together. He shows up in a single room that looks to be inside a tree. Infrint of him is a pale wood elf sat in a chair
"No, I'm usually ostacized because of my draconic heritige, but you don't do that."
"I've learned that everyone can be as good or bad as the next person. We even have some actual angels as Darklords in the domains. Species doesn't really matter to me, as long as they can hold a conversation. Not being able to do that is my main turn-off."
"Well, I'd be glad to maintain a conversation with you." he says with a warm smile
Edward Chuckles. "Well, do you have anything you want to talk about?"
"Tell me more about where you come from."
"Well, it's kind of like a dark, cold, scary abyss with nothing but fog that kills everything in it. But that fog is special: if you have the right power, like I do, you can shape it into anything. Literally. It doesn't have to follow any sort of rules that would apply to any sort of natural, physical, or magical law. It just works like that. It's impossible to tell from the real thing, too."
"That's... hard to comprehend."
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"No, I like your personality. Its really warm and open." He smiles
"Really? You think so?" He smiles back, a bit nervously. Oh, how the turns table.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You know you can just sleep in my room right?"
psychopath ^-^
He nods. "Can i not take naps?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Tha KS I guess?" He seems mostly confused
There's a short instance of pain, but here's past it as the heart syncs with him
"Yeah, you're pretty relaxed around me, I appreciate that."
The Egregore looks uncomfortable. "So... what do you like? I know it isn't food, but you must do something for fun."
Oswald looks down at his chest. "Is this what you wanted?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What, do people squeal around you? Try to hug you out of nowhere?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He shrugs, "Dunno. Last time I had 'fun' I was... not in a good place. Haven't really tried it since."
(Make a DC 13 Wis save)
"No, I'm usually ostacized because of my draconic heritige, but you don't do that."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, if you ever want to, I'll be around to help, alright?"
*Oswald's Luck Roll/Wis Save:* 8
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I've learned that everyone can be as good or bad as the next person. We even have some actual angels as Darklords in the domains. Species doesn't really matter to me, as long as they can hold a conversation. Not being able to do that is my main turn-off."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well, I'd be glad to maintain a conversation with you." he says with a warm smile
"Sure. I'll consider it" He says with a slight smile
*oof* He is knocked unconscious, mostly for the effects of the dream spell
Edward Chuckles. "Well, do you have anything you want to talk about?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Tell me more about where you come from."
The Egregore tips his hat and smiles. "Now, you were the one who came to me. I assume you have something to ask, do, or say?"
He collapses to the floor of the factory.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well, it's kind of like a dark, cold, scary abyss with nothing but fog that kills everything in it. But that fog is special: if you have the right power, like I do, you can shape it into anything. Literally. It doesn't have to follow any sort of rules that would apply to any sort of natural, physical, or magical law. It just works like that. It's impossible to tell from the real thing, too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah, you got something to do with the undead showing up lately?"
When he comes to, he feels groggy, and not all together. He shows up in a single room that looks to be inside a tree. Infrint of him is a pale wood elf sat in a chair
"That's... hard to comprehend."