*I'm not gonna stat him out just yet, but here's my intro for my character (this is the beginning-of-arc version of him). Just assume he's a spooky bard/ghost thing with spooky bard/ghost thing stats*
A rattle can be heard beneath the floors of the tavern. Suddenly, moving through the ground as though it didn't exist, a skeletal creature rises, floating in the air. A close look reveals ethereal flesh and fur, but hugs so close to the bones that it's barely visible. The entity wears nothing but a tattered, grey longcoat, and looks like something between a Wendigo and an Oni. Small objects start to levitate as its glowing orange eyes dart about wildly.
Miranda sniffs the air, her nose getting filled with the stench of rotting flesh. She looks towards the tavern, her teeth bared as she suddenly lets out a deep howl... a warning.
The massive entity sniffs the air, then claws its way through the floor, its claws moving through it without damaging it, and pushes its way through the surface to the coffee shop. It looks around for the source of the noise. It then lunges for Miranda before suddenly arcing midair and tearing into someone's lunch instead.
Miranda narrows her eyes and drops down, shifting from her human form to her hybrid form. She snarls, her ears flicking about. "You're not supposed to be here.."
It turns its head, its jaws covered in cake crumbs. "And you are?"It resumes its meager feast.
"My name is Miranda... Who're you?" She barked, getting on her paws, and stalking around it.
*I'm not gonna stat him out just yet, but here's my intro for my character (this is the beginning-of-arc version of him). Just assume he's a spooky bard/ghost thing with spooky bard/ghost thing stats*
A rattle can be heard beneath the floors of the tavern. Suddenly, moving through the ground as though it didn't exist, a skeletal creature rises, floating in the air. A close look reveals ethereal flesh and fur, but hugs so close to the bones that it's barely visible. The entity wears nothing but a tattered, grey longcoat, and looks like something between a Wendigo and an Oni. Small objects start to levitate as its glowing orange eyes dart about wildly.
Miranda sniffs the air, her nose getting filled with the stench of rotting flesh. She looks towards the tavern, her teeth bared as she suddenly lets out a deep howl... a warning.
At the same time miranda turns towards the tavern, Pax flinches slightly, "Well, looks like we have an undead in house"
"You can smell it too?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Different type if sensing." He says, "Very similar to how I can naturally tell if there's a fey nearby"
"Huh! interesting!" She said and jumped down, turning into her wolf form.
Pax nods, dropping off the roof beside her, hand going upside his coat in preperation
"You probably did better than me" He chuckles, "Took me nearly 5 years to even recover from the experience." He lightly punches her shoulder, "Guess that makes you stronger mentally."
"Don't make me bite you." She jokes, stifling a laugh "Still. I think you seem to have a better grasp on yourself than i do..."
"Yeah, that went so well last time you tried" He says in a teasing tone, "I've had my whole life to get used to being me, I feel like you recovered faster" He says, "plus lycanthropy seems a bigger change"
"Mn..." She shrugged, shaking her head. "I feel like you had a bigger change."
"I dunno, maybe cause I've dealt with it a long time?" He shrugs
"Yeah..." She said and smiled "Like i said, you went through more than i"
He smiles, "Well, we're both still alive right?" He says
"heh... I guess.." she sighs
"You know, hags have the tradition that the most mentally stable leads the coven, since that usually translates to stronger magical ability." He says, "Kinda like how the strongest leads the pack with wolves"
*I'm not gonna stat him out just yet, but here's my intro for my character (this is the beginning-of-arc version of him). Just assume he's a spooky bard/ghost thing with spooky bard/ghost thing stats*
A rattle can be heard beneath the floors of the tavern. Suddenly, moving through the ground as though it didn't exist, a skeletal creature rises, floating in the air. A close look reveals ethereal flesh and fur, but hugs so close to the bones that it's barely visible. The entity wears nothing but a tattered, grey longcoat, and looks like something between a Wendigo and an Oni. Small objects start to levitate as its glowing orange eyes dart about wildly.
Miranda sniffs the air, her nose getting filled with the stench of rotting flesh. She looks towards the tavern, her teeth bared as she suddenly lets out a deep howl... a warning.
The massive entity sniffs the air, then claws its way through the floor, its claws moving through it without damaging it, and pushes its way through the surface to the coffee shop. It looks around for the source of the noise. It then lunges for Miranda before suddenly arcing midair and tearing into someone's lunch instead.
Miranda narrows her eyes and drops down, shifting from her human form to her hybrid form. She snarls, her ears flicking about. "You're not supposed to be here.."
It turns its head, its jaws covered in cake crumbs. "And you are?"It resumes its meager feast.
"My name is Miranda... Who're you?" She barked, getting on her paws, and stalking around it.
It seems unfazed. "Hungry. How come you belong here and I don't? Isn't this where people go to get food?"
"You probably did better than me" He chuckles, "Took me nearly 5 years to even recover from the experience." He lightly punches her shoulder, "Guess that makes you stronger mentally."
"Don't make me bite you." She jokes, stifling a laugh "Still. I think you seem to have a better grasp on yourself than i do..."
"Yeah, that went so well last time you tried" He says in a teasing tone, "I've had my whole life to get used to being me, I feel like you recovered faster" He says, "plus lycanthropy seems a bigger change"
"Mn..." She shrugged, shaking her head. "I feel like you had a bigger change."
"I dunno, maybe cause I've dealt with it a long time?" He shrugs
"Yeah..." She said and smiled "Like i said, you went through more than i"
He smiles, "Well, we're both still alive right?" He says
"heh... I guess.." she sighs
"You know, hags have the tradition that the most mentally stable leads the coven, since that usually translates to stronger magical ability." He says, "Kinda like how the strongest leads the pack with wolves"
"Where does your intelligence lie then?" she smirked.
*I'm not gonna stat him out just yet, but here's my intro for my character (this is the beginning-of-arc version of him). Just assume he's a spooky bard/ghost thing with spooky bard/ghost thing stats*
A rattle can be heard beneath the floors of the tavern. Suddenly, moving through the ground as though it didn't exist, a skeletal creature rises, floating in the air. A close look reveals ethereal flesh and fur, but hugs so close to the bones that it's barely visible. The entity wears nothing but a tattered, grey longcoat, and looks like something between a Wendigo and an Oni. Small objects start to levitate as its glowing orange eyes dart about wildly.
Miranda sniffs the air, her nose getting filled with the stench of rotting flesh. She looks towards the tavern, her teeth bared as she suddenly lets out a deep howl... a warning.
The massive entity sniffs the air, then claws its way through the floor, its claws moving through it without damaging it, and pushes its way through the surface to the coffee shop. It looks around for the source of the noise. It then lunges for Miranda before suddenly arcing midair and tearing into someone's lunch instead.
Miranda narrows her eyes and drops down, shifting from her human form to her hybrid form. She snarls, her ears flicking about. "You're not supposed to be here.."
It turns its head, its jaws covered in cake crumbs. "And you are?"It resumes its meager feast.
"My name is Miranda... Who're you?" She barked, getting on her paws, and stalking around it.
It seems unfazed. "Hungry. How come you belong here and I don't? Isn't this where people go to get food?"
"Well... you lunged at me then changed direction and ate someone's food." She bared her teeth again.
"You probably did better than me" He chuckles, "Took me nearly 5 years to even recover from the experience." He lightly punches her shoulder, "Guess that makes you stronger mentally."
"Don't make me bite you." She jokes, stifling a laugh "Still. I think you seem to have a better grasp on yourself than i do..."
"Yeah, that went so well last time you tried" He says in a teasing tone, "I've had my whole life to get used to being me, I feel like you recovered faster" He says, "plus lycanthropy seems a bigger change"
"Mn..." She shrugged, shaking her head. "I feel like you had a bigger change."
"I dunno, maybe cause I've dealt with it a long time?" He shrugs
"Yeah..." She said and smiled "Like i said, you went through more than i"
He smiles, "Well, we're both still alive right?" He says
"heh... I guess.." she sighs
"You know, hags have the tradition that the most mentally stable leads the coven, since that usually translates to stronger magical ability." He says, "Kinda like how the strongest leads the pack with wolves"
"Where does your intelligence lie then?" she smirked.
"You probably did better than me" He chuckles, "Took me nearly 5 years to even recover from the experience." He lightly punches her shoulder, "Guess that makes you stronger mentally."
"Don't make me bite you." She jokes, stifling a laugh "Still. I think you seem to have a better grasp on yourself than i do..."
"Yeah, that went so well last time you tried" He says in a teasing tone, "I've had my whole life to get used to being me, I feel like you recovered faster" He says, "plus lycanthropy seems a bigger change"
"Mn..." She shrugged, shaking her head. "I feel like you had a bigger change."
"I dunno, maybe cause I've dealt with it a long time?" He shrugs
"Yeah..." She said and smiled "Like i said, you went through more than i"
He smiles, "Well, we're both still alive right?" He says
"heh... I guess.." she sighs
"You know, hags have the tradition that the most mentally stable leads the coven, since that usually translates to stronger magical ability." He says, "Kinda like how the strongest leads the pack with wolves"
"Where does your intelligence lie then?" she smirked.
*I'm not gonna stat him out just yet, but here's my intro for my character (this is the beginning-of-arc version of him). Just assume he's a spooky bard/ghost thing with spooky bard/ghost thing stats*
A rattle can be heard beneath the floors of the tavern. Suddenly, moving through the ground as though it didn't exist, a skeletal creature rises, floating in the air. A close look reveals ethereal flesh and fur, but hugs so close to the bones that it's barely visible. The entity wears nothing but a tattered, grey longcoat, and looks like something between a Wendigo and an Oni. Small objects start to levitate as its glowing orange eyes dart about wildly.
Miranda sniffs the air, her nose getting filled with the stench of rotting flesh. She looks towards the tavern, her teeth bared as she suddenly lets out a deep howl... a warning.
The massive entity sniffs the air, then claws its way through the floor, its claws moving through it without damaging it, and pushes its way through the surface to the coffee shop. It looks around for the source of the noise. It then lunges for Miranda before suddenly arcing midair and tearing into someone's lunch instead.
Miranda narrows her eyes and drops down, shifting from her human form to her hybrid form. She snarls, her ears flicking about. "You're not supposed to be here.."
It turns its head, its jaws covered in cake crumbs. "And you are?"It resumes its meager feast.
"My name is Miranda... Who're you?" She barked, getting on her paws, and stalking around it.
It seems unfazed. "Hungry. How come you belong here and I don't? Isn't this where people go to get food?"
"Well... you lunged at me then changed direction and ate someone's food." She bared her teeth again.
"It took me a second to realize there was a much easier meal. When you've been eating dust and spiders for 200 years, you aren't picky."
It lets out a dry chuckle.
"If you were buried for a reason, why are you out now?"
"You probably did better than me" He chuckles, "Took me nearly 5 years to even recover from the experience." He lightly punches her shoulder, "Guess that makes you stronger mentally."
"Don't make me bite you." She jokes, stifling a laugh "Still. I think you seem to have a better grasp on yourself than i do..."
"Yeah, that went so well last time you tried" He says in a teasing tone, "I've had my whole life to get used to being me, I feel like you recovered faster" He says, "plus lycanthropy seems a bigger change"
"Mn..." She shrugged, shaking her head. "I feel like you had a bigger change."
"I dunno, maybe cause I've dealt with it a long time?" He shrugs
"Yeah..." She said and smiled "Like i said, you went through more than i"
He smiles, "Well, we're both still alive right?" He says
"heh... I guess.." she sighs
"You know, hags have the tradition that the most mentally stable leads the coven, since that usually translates to stronger magical ability." He says, "Kinda like how the strongest leads the pack with wolves"
"Where does your intelligence lie then?" she smirked.
"I'm more wise if anything" He smirks back
"Heh." She grinned "I dont see it"
"Maybe that's why I'm the better hunter" He says, poking her
"You probably did better than me" He chuckles, "Took me nearly 5 years to even recover from the experience." He lightly punches her shoulder, "Guess that makes you stronger mentally."
"Don't make me bite you." She jokes, stifling a laugh "Still. I think you seem to have a better grasp on yourself than i do..."
"Yeah, that went so well last time you tried" He says in a teasing tone, "I've had my whole life to get used to being me, I feel like you recovered faster" He says, "plus lycanthropy seems a bigger change"
"Mn..." She shrugged, shaking her head. "I feel like you had a bigger change."
"I dunno, maybe cause I've dealt with it a long time?" He shrugs
"Yeah..." She said and smiled "Like i said, you went through more than i"
He smiles, "Well, we're both still alive right?" He says
"heh... I guess.." she sighs
"You know, hags have the tradition that the most mentally stable leads the coven, since that usually translates to stronger magical ability." He says, "Kinda like how the strongest leads the pack with wolves"
"Where does your intelligence lie then?" she smirked.
"I'm more wise if anything" He smirks back
"Heh." She grinned "I dont see it"
"Maybe that's why I'm the better hunter" He says, poking her
She rolled her eyes "Whatever. I just dont see how your wise is all"
"You probably did better than me" He chuckles, "Took me nearly 5 years to even recover from the experience." He lightly punches her shoulder, "Guess that makes you stronger mentally."
"Don't make me bite you." She jokes, stifling a laugh "Still. I think you seem to have a better grasp on yourself than i do..."
"Yeah, that went so well last time you tried" He says in a teasing tone, "I've had my whole life to get used to being me, I feel like you recovered faster" He says, "plus lycanthropy seems a bigger change"
"Mn..." She shrugged, shaking her head. "I feel like you had a bigger change."
"I dunno, maybe cause I've dealt with it a long time?" He shrugs
"Yeah..." She said and smiled "Like i said, you went through more than i"
He smiles, "Well, we're both still alive right?" He says
"heh... I guess.." she sighs
"You know, hags have the tradition that the most mentally stable leads the coven, since that usually translates to stronger magical ability." He says, "Kinda like how the strongest leads the pack with wolves"
"Where does your intelligence lie then?" she smirked.
"I'm more wise if anything" He smirks back
"Heh." She grinned "I dont see it"
"Maybe that's why I'm the better hunter" He says, poking her
She rolled her eyes "Whatever. I just dont see how your wise is all"
"Wisdom is about learning through life. I'm good at surviving."
"You probably did better than me" He chuckles, "Took me nearly 5 years to even recover from the experience." He lightly punches her shoulder, "Guess that makes you stronger mentally."
"Don't make me bite you." She jokes, stifling a laugh "Still. I think you seem to have a better grasp on yourself than i do..."
"Yeah, that went so well last time you tried" He says in a teasing tone, "I've had my whole life to get used to being me, I feel like you recovered faster" He says, "plus lycanthropy seems a bigger change"
"Mn..." She shrugged, shaking her head. "I feel like you had a bigger change."
"I dunno, maybe cause I've dealt with it a long time?" He shrugs
"Yeah..." She said and smiled "Like i said, you went through more than i"
He smiles, "Well, we're both still alive right?" He says
"heh... I guess.." she sighs
"You know, hags have the tradition that the most mentally stable leads the coven, since that usually translates to stronger magical ability." He says, "Kinda like how the strongest leads the pack with wolves"
"Where does your intelligence lie then?" she smirked.
"I'm more wise if anything" He smirks back
"Heh." She grinned "I dont see it"
"Maybe that's why I'm the better hunter" He says, poking her
She rolled her eyes "Whatever. I just dont see how your wise is all"
"Wisdom is about learning through life. I'm good at surviving."
"It took me a second to realize there was a much easier meal. When you've been eating dust and spiders for 200 years, you aren't picky."
It lets out a dry chuckle.
"If you were buried for a reason, why are you out now?"
It laughs. "Buried? I was born in the basement of a house in the mountains. It took me this long to learn how to get out."
She rolled her eyes "Leave, now." she snarled.
It doesn't reply. Instead, it starts humming a dread-inducing tune between bites. She begins to feel uneasy.
*This is something from his subclass. Think reverse countercharm: she has disadvantage on saves vs being charmed, blinded, or frightened, disadvantage on all wisdom checks, loses any immunity to being Frightened, and any Darkvision, Blindsight, or Truesight she has.*
"You probably did better than me" He chuckles, "Took me nearly 5 years to even recover from the experience." He lightly punches her shoulder, "Guess that makes you stronger mentally."
"Don't make me bite you." She jokes, stifling a laugh "Still. I think you seem to have a better grasp on yourself than i do..."
"Yeah, that went so well last time you tried" He says in a teasing tone, "I've had my whole life to get used to being me, I feel like you recovered faster" He says, "plus lycanthropy seems a bigger change"
"Mn..." She shrugged, shaking her head. "I feel like you had a bigger change."
"I dunno, maybe cause I've dealt with it a long time?" He shrugs
"Yeah..." She said and smiled "Like i said, you went through more than i"
He smiles, "Well, we're both still alive right?" He says
"heh... I guess.." she sighs
"You know, hags have the tradition that the most mentally stable leads the coven, since that usually translates to stronger magical ability." He says, "Kinda like how the strongest leads the pack with wolves"
"Where does your intelligence lie then?" she smirked.
"I'm more wise if anything" He smirks back
"Heh." She grinned "I dont see it"
"Maybe that's why I'm the better hunter" He says, poking her
She rolled her eyes "Whatever. I just dont see how your wise is all"
"Wisdom is about learning through life. I'm good at surviving."
"Heh, sure." She smirks "Whatever you say"
"What, wanna challenge the leader wolfie?" He jokes
"It took me a second to realize there was a much easier meal. When you've been eating dust and spiders for 200 years, you aren't picky."
It lets out a dry chuckle.
"If you were buried for a reason, why are you out now?"
It laughs. "Buried? I was born in the basement of a house in the mountains. It took me this long to learn how to get out."
She rolled her eyes "Leave, now." she snarled.
It doesn't reply. Instead, it starts humming a dread-inducing tune between bites. She begins to feel uneasy.
*This is something from his subclass. Think reverse countercharm: she has disadvantage on saves vs being charmed, blinded, or frightened, disadvantage on all wisdom checks, loses any immunity to being Frightened, and any Darkvision, Blindsight, or Truesight she has.*
Pax steps in, watching the odd skeleton phantom eat and hum, "The hell?"
"It took me a second to realize there was a much easier meal. When you've been eating dust and spiders for 200 years, you aren't picky."
It lets out a dry chuckle.
"If you were buried for a reason, why are you out now?"
It laughs. "Buried? I was born in the basement of a house in the mountains. It took me this long to learn how to get out."
She rolled her eyes "Leave, now." she snarled.
It doesn't reply. Instead, it starts humming a dread-inducing tune between bites. She begins to feel uneasy.
*This is something from his subclass. Think reverse countercharm: she has disadvantage on saves vs being charmed, blinded, or frightened, disadvantage on all wisdom checks, loses any immunity to being Frightened, and any Darkvision, Blindsight, or Truesight she has.*
*(1 GP)*
She lowers her hackles a bit before snarling again "LEAVE."
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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
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"My name is Miranda... Who're you?" She barked, getting on her paws, and stalking around 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
Pax nods, dropping off the roof beside her, hand going upside his coat in preperation
"You know, hags have the tradition that the most mentally stable leads the coven, since that usually translates to stronger magical ability." He says, "Kinda like how the strongest leads the pack with wolves"
It seems unfazed. "Hungry. How come you belong here and I don't? Isn't this where people go to get food?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Where does your intelligence lie then?" she smirked.
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... you lunged at me then changed direction and ate someone's food." She bared her teeth again.
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
"I'm more wise if anything" He smirks back
"It took me a second to realize there was a much easier meal. When you've been eating dust and spiders for 200 years, you aren't picky."
It lets out a dry chuckle.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Heh." She grinned "I dont see 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
"If you were buried for a reason, why are you out now?"
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
"Maybe that's why I'm the better hunter" He says, poking her
It laughs. "Buried? I was born in the basement of a house in the mountains. It took me this long to learn how to get out."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She rolled her eyes "Whatever. I just dont see how your wise is all"
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
She rolled her eyes "Leave, now." she snarled.
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
"Wisdom is about learning through life. I'm good at surviving."
"Heh, sure." She smirks "Whatever you say"
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
It doesn't reply. Instead, it starts humming a dread-inducing tune between bites. She begins to feel uneasy.
*This is something from his subclass. Think reverse countercharm: she has disadvantage on saves vs being charmed, blinded, or frightened, disadvantage on all wisdom checks, loses any immunity to being Frightened, and any Darkvision, Blindsight, or Truesight she has.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What, wanna challenge the leader wolfie?" He jokes
Pax steps in, watching the odd skeleton phantom eat and hum, "The hell?"
*(1 GP)*
She lowers her hackles a bit before snarling again "LEAVE."
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