He shakes his head, "No, sit back down. I have a medical kit in my bag"
She sighs and sits back down. Everywhere she seems to move has a smear of blood.
He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a healers kit. "Show me the wound" He says, removing his mask to see slightly better
She rolled down the hem of her shirt. Her shoulder was sliced deeply, only hanging on by a few unshattered bones and tendons of flesh.
He lets out a low whistle, "That's a doozy." He says, grabbing stuff for sutures, bandages, and disinfectant
"Ow. Careful." She hisses, her teeth gritting.
"Sorry, but your arm is basically hanging by literal threads. This is gonna hurt no matter what I do."
Medicine check: 25
She snarls, gritting her teeth. "Ow ow ow owwww ". He is able to repair her arm.
He for the most part ignores her wincing and ows, bandaging her arm with some disinfectant, "And quick final touch." He rubs his hand on her shoulder, casting cure wounds at 2nd level
He shakes his head, "No, sit back down. I have a medical kit in my bag"
She sighs and sits back down. Everywhere she seems to move has a smear of blood.
He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a healers kit. "Show me the wound" He says, removing his mask to see slightly better
She rolled down the hem of her shirt. Her shoulder was sliced deeply, only hanging on by a few unshattered bones and tendons of flesh.
He lets out a low whistle, "That's a doozy." He says, grabbing stuff for sutures, bandages, and disinfectant
"Ow. Careful." She hisses, her teeth gritting.
"Sorry, but your arm is basically hanging by literal threads. This is gonna hurt no matter what I do."
Medicine check: 25
She snarls, gritting her teeth. "Ow ow ow owwww ". He is able to repair her arm.
He for the most part ignores her wincing and ows, bandaging her arm with some disinfectant, "And quick final touch." He rubs his hand on her shoulder, casting cure wounds at 2nd level
8
She chuckles "Thanks.." she said and stood up, leaning against the tree. She looks very, very tired.
A pure white tiefling, who is obviously not nothic, walks into the bar. His horns are straight as blades and shine like a metal. And black-clawed hands, the nails like daggers. Sleeves rolled up to reveal arms that looks like black shattered glass across a marble floor. Everything about him reminds you of a sword.
His black eyes with dots of white scan the bar, unsure. He's tense, hand on the hilt of a scimitar. Slowly he wanders to the bar for a glass of water and begins to clean his horns.
A pure white tiefling, who is obviously not nothic, walks into the bar. His horns are straight as blades and shine like a metal. And black-clawed hands, the nails like daggers. Sleeves rolled up to reveal arms that looks like black shattered glass across a marble floor. Everything about him reminds you of a sword.
His black eyes with dots of white scan the bar, unsure. He's tense, hand on the hilt of a scimitar. Slowly he wanders to the bar for a glass of water and begins to clean his horns.
Oval and Soul looks over but Soul, an 7 year old Axolotl-looking Dragonborn, walks over. She holds out a silver and purple bracelet for him.
Soul walks over to them, much to Oval's despair. She stares at them and hands the Orge a woven red and silver rope bracelet.
The ogre looks surprised, then slowly, gently picks up the bracelet and examines it. "It is very pretty. Did you make this?"
The goblins watch from a distance as the food and drinks are being prepared.
She nods happily and grins. Oval walls over and picks her up "I'm.. so sorry. My daughter doesn't have an idea of what personal space is."
"It's alright." He looks at the bracelet. "Would you like this back? I like it very much, but if it belongs to you, I don't want you to lose it."
He seems oddly eloquent and gentle for... well, a race known for being stupid and violent. He has all the hallmarks of a killer ogre, but any ogre of his caliber would probably have eaten Soul already.
A pure white tiefling, who is obviously not nothic, walks into the bar. His horns are straight as blades and shine like a metal. And black-clawed hands, the nails like daggers. Sleeves rolled up to reveal arms that looks like black shattered glass across a marble floor. Everything about him reminds you of a sword.
His black eyes with dots of white scan the bar, unsure. He's tense, hand on the hilt of a scimitar. Slowly he wanders to the bar for a glass of water and begins to clean his horns.
Oval and Soul looks over but Soul, an 7 year old Axolotl-looking Dragonborn, walks over. She holds out a silver and purple bracelet for him.
"For me? Oh, thanks kiddo!" He gingerly takes it and and places it on his wrist, "It looks beautiful! Work of art! Who made this?" He grins, showing off a row of shark-like teeth
Lore is firing arrows at a wooden dummy a few yards away. Each one is infused with elemental energy.
Oval is keeping an eye on Alric.
Jack is outside, slightly dangled from a tree. Three arrows pierced through his left shoulder, his right knee, and one just barely missing his throat.
Theren watches, eyebrows raised.
Alric stands up and walks into town.
Phoenix walks outside, sees Jack, and runs towards him at full sprint. He then drops down next to him. "J-Jack?"
Lore nocks another arrow and closes her eyes. She whispers something and suddenly the arrow crackles with lighting. She lets it go and it hits the target, but scorches it first.
Oval follows right behind him.
Jack says nothing. His eyes are pale and staring at nothing. His limbs are cold.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Soul walks over to them, much to Oval's despair. She stares at them and hands the Orge a woven red and silver rope bracelet.
The ogre looks surprised, then slowly, gently picks up the bracelet and examines it. "It is very pretty. Did you make this?"
The goblins watch from a distance as the food and drinks are being prepared.
She nods happily and grins. Oval walls over and picks her up "I'm.. so sorry. My daughter doesn't have an idea of what personal space is."
"It's alright." He looks at the bracelet. "Would you like this back? I like it very much, but if it belongs to you, I don't want you to lose it."
He seems oddly eloquent and gentle for... well, a race known for being stupid and violent. He has all the hallmarks of a killer ogre, but any ogre of his caliber would probably have eaten Soul already.
"No no, she gave it to you for a reason. Didn't you sweetie?" Oval asks Soul and Soul nods, smiling.
He shakes his head, "No, sit back down. I have a medical kit in my bag"
She sighs and sits back down. Everywhere she seems to move has a smear of blood.
He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a healers kit. "Show me the wound" He says, removing his mask to see slightly better
She rolled down the hem of her shirt. Her shoulder was sliced deeply, only hanging on by a few unshattered bones and tendons of flesh.
He lets out a low whistle, "That's a doozy." He says, grabbing stuff for sutures, bandages, and disinfectant
"Ow. Careful." She hisses, her teeth gritting.
"Sorry, but your arm is basically hanging by literal threads. This is gonna hurt no matter what I do."
Medicine check: 25
She snarls, gritting her teeth. "Ow ow ow owwww ". He is able to repair her arm.
He for the most part ignores her wincing and ows, bandaging her arm with some disinfectant, "And quick final touch." He rubs his hand on her shoulder, casting cure wounds at 2nd level
8
She chuckles "Thanks.." she said and stood up, leaning against the tree. She looks very, very tired.
"No problem." He says, picking up his mask and offering his shoulder if she needs help walking
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She chuckles and casts Water walk again, following 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
'Is that how ya gonna get around? Clean freak!' he jokes
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She nods happily and grins. Oval walls over and picks her up "I'm.. so sorry. My daughter doesn't have an idea of what personal space is."
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 for the most part ignores her wincing and ows, bandaging her arm with some disinfectant, "And quick final touch." He rubs his hand on her shoulder, casting cure wounds at 2nd level
7
Theren is reading.
Alric is coughing up blood.
Phoenix is making a cup of tea.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Water walk beats trying to swim through all sorts of icky substances that might be in there." She jokes back
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
'Ya get used to the icky substances, trust me'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She chuckles "Thanks.." she said and stood up, leaning against the tree. She looks very, very tired.
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
A pure white tiefling, who is obviously not nothic, walks into the bar. His horns are straight as blades and shine like a metal. And black-clawed hands, the nails like daggers. Sleeves rolled up to reveal arms that looks like black shattered glass across a marble floor. Everything about him reminds you of a sword.
His black eyes with dots of white scan the bar, unsure. He's tense, hand on the hilt of a scimitar. Slowly he wanders to the bar for a glass of water and begins to clean his horns.
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Lore is firing arrows at a wooden dummy a few yards away. Each one is infused with elemental energy.
Oval is keeping an eye on Alric.
Jack is outside, slightly dangled from a tree. Three arrows pierced through his left shoulder, his right knee, and one just barely missing his throat.
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
"Eww never! Diseases Fint, Diseases."
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
Theren watches, eyebrows raised.
Alric stands up and walks into town.
Phoenix walks outside, sees Jack, and runs towards him at full sprint. He then drops down next to him. "J-Jack?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'Ok, ok. Diseases schmeezes. And my name's Flint, not Fint.' he laughs
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Oval and Soul looks over but Soul, an 7 year old Axolotl-looking Dragonborn, walks over. She holds out a silver and purple bracelet for 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
"It's alright." He looks at the bracelet. "Would you like this back? I like it very much, but if it belongs to you, I don't want you to lose it."
He seems oddly eloquent and gentle for... well, a race known for being stupid and violent. He has all the hallmarks of a killer ogre, but any ogre of his caliber would probably have eaten Soul already.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"For me? Oh, thanks kiddo!" He gingerly takes it and and places it on his wrist, "It looks beautiful! Work of art! Who made this?" He grins, showing off a row of shark-like teeth
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Lore nocks another arrow and closes her eyes. She whispers something and suddenly the arrow crackles with lighting. She lets it go and it hits the target, but scorches it first.
Oval follows right behind him.
Jack says nothing. His eyes are pale and staring at nothing. His limbs are cold.
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
(hello again)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"No no, she gave it to you for a reason. Didn't you sweetie?" Oval asks Soul and Soul nods, smiling.
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
"No problem." He says, picking up his mask and offering his shoulder if she needs help walking