*Am here now! Anyone got actives, if not I'll do mine*
*Yeah!!*
Theren is playing music by the lake.
Mars is sitting on a bench looking bored.
My new character is walking through town
Pavano and Sheela look over, wondering who Mars is.
Zen is in town, attempting to smoke, but annoying glances from people walking by has caused him to stop.
The huge figure in full clad plate mail armor looks over a waves.
"You know man if you feel like smoking dont let others stop you." says a boy with a lit cigarette in his mouth.
*Description for the boy*
There is a loud snap as a boy in his late 20's is walking through the woods. He is wearing a black backpack and all black clothing with black combat boots. He has a black hoodie with a skull on it. He has short black hair that is a mess. His hazel eyes look around the area with a bored look. Hanging from his mouth is a partially lit cigarette.
Pavano does a shy wave in return, and Sheela does a happy dragon roar, her tongue out.
"They're judging me, I don't like it. Smoking aint the same these days anyways." Zen replies, deflated.
*Ooo, that's cool*
The man lets out a chuckle and stands, he is about 8 foot tall
"So?" the boy says taking a drag and blowing out a smoke ring.
Pavano looks up at him, mouth slightly open in awe. Sheela runs a circle around him before promptly sitting down.
"I don't like being judged. If they knew who I was they might not be so worried about what's in my mouth."
Mars kneels down and pats Sheela on the head. "Hello." he says, his voice gravelly.
"You shouldn't care about what others think. Life's to short."
"h-hey." Pav replies as Sheela enjoys the pat.
"For some, true. I just have the urge to teach them all a lesson, against my vows."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Am here now! Anyone got actives, if not I'll do mine*
*Yeah!!*
Theren is playing music by the lake.
Mars is sitting on a bench looking bored.
My new character is walking through town
Pavano and Sheela look over, wondering who Mars is.
Zen is in town, attempting to smoke, but annoying glances from people walking by has caused him to stop.
The huge figure in full clad plate mail armor looks over a waves.
"You know man if you feel like smoking dont let others stop you." says a boy with a lit cigarette in his mouth.
*Description for the boy*
There is a loud snap as a boy in his late 20's is walking through the woods. He is wearing a black backpack and all black clothing with black combat boots. He has a black hoodie with a skull on it. He has short black hair that is a mess. His hazel eyes look around the area with a bored look. Hanging from his mouth is a partially lit cigarette.
Pavano does a shy wave in return, and Sheela does a happy dragon roar, her tongue out.
"They're judging me, I don't like it. Smoking aint the same these days anyways." Zen replies, deflated.
*Ooo, that's cool*
The man lets out a chuckle and stands, he is about 8 foot tall
"So?" the boy says taking a drag and blowing out a smoke ring.
Pavano looks up at him, mouth slightly open in awe. Sheela runs a circle around him before promptly sitting down.
"I don't like being judged. If they knew who I was they might not be so worried about what's in my mouth."
Mars kneels down and pats Sheela on the head. "Hello." he says, his voice gravelly.
"You shouldn't care about what others think. Life's to short."
"h-hey." Pav replies as Sheela enjoys the pat.
"For some, true. I just have the urge to teach them all a lesson, against my vows."
"Are you alright?" his tone is full of concern.
"So break the vows man. Cant be that hard right?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Oswald is looking at maps of the Feywild in the tavern. "Surrounded by trees... we'll have to come in directly on top of it. I'd better prepare the zeppelins."
Zjadacz is inside, fidgeting with his knife. His mother is in a heavily warded rented-out room.
Ophelia doesn't realise she's staring at the knife as she drinks her coffee.
The knife seems to be made out of organic material, primarily bone, held together with gristle and connective tissue. The bones are too small to be human, but clearly too strong to be the bones of any known tiny creature.
Oswald is looking at maps of the Feywild in the tavern. "Surrounded by trees... we'll have to come in directly on top of it. I'd better prepare the zeppelins."
Zjadacz is inside, fidgeting with his knife. His mother is in a heavily warded rented-out room.
Yuri is walking through the forest with wounds on her torso that refuse to heal. The marks appear to be from claws. She limps along, looking at the blood on her hands, and eventually sighs before sitting down on the grass.
Broken Eyes is now fully awake and keeping an eye on the aura that Zjadacz instructed it to find.
Oswald walks over, his gait as uncaring as always. "The problem is magic."
Oswald is looking at maps of the Feywild in the tavern. "Surrounded by trees... we'll have to come in directly on top of it. I'd better prepare the zeppelins."
Zjadacz is inside, fidgeting with his knife. His mother is in a heavily warded rented-out room.
Ophelia doesn't realise she's staring at the knife as she drinks her coffee.
The knife seems to be made out of organic material, primarily bone, held together with gristle and connective tissue. The bones are too small to be human, but clearly too strong to be the bones of any known tiny creature.
She sips her coffee, eyes still firmly stuck on the blade. "Where... where'd you get that."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Oswald is looking at maps of the Feywild in the tavern. "Surrounded by trees... we'll have to come in directly on top of it. I'd better prepare the zeppelins."
Zjadacz is inside, fidgeting with his knife. His mother is in a heavily warded rented-out room.
Yuri is walking through the forest with wounds on her torso that refuse to heal. The marks appear to be from claws. She limps along, looking at the blood on her hands, and eventually sighs before sitting down on the grass.
Broken Eyes is now fully awake and keeping an eye on the aura that Zjadacz instructed it to find.
Oswald walks over, his gait as uncaring as always. "The problem is magic."
"Mn?" She looks up, tilting her head "What do you mean?"
Ophelia doesn't realise she's staring at the knife as she drinks her coffee.
The knife seems to be made out of organic material, primarily bone, held together with gristle and connective tissue. The bones are too small to be human, but clearly too strong to be the bones of any known tiny creature.
She sips her coffee, eyes still firmly stuck on the blade. "Where... where'd you get that."
He looks up. "It's an artifact. Probably thousands of years old. Made of the inedible parts of various planar rulers. Couple Archfey and a demon lord, I think it has a god's rib in there too."
Ophelia doesn't realise she's staring at the knife as she drinks her coffee.
The knife seems to be made out of organic material, primarily bone, held together with gristle and connective tissue. The bones are too small to be human, but clearly too strong to be the bones of any known tiny creature.
She sips her coffee, eyes still firmly stuck on the blade. "Where... where'd you get that."
He looks up. "It's an artifact. Probably thousands of years old. Made of the inedible parts of various planar rulers. Couple Archfey and a demon lord, I think it has a god's rib in there too."
"...Please let me interview you."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Oswald walks over, his gait as uncaring as always. "The problem is magic."
"Mn?" She looks up, tilting her head "What do you mean?"
"You're using magic to heal cursed wounds, right?" He tosses her a small, rust-colored bottle. "It'll cleanse the curse. It'll hurt like hell, though."
He looks up. "It's an artifact. Probably thousands of years old. Made of the inedible parts of various planar rulers. Couple Archfey and a demon lord, I think it has a god's rib in there too."
"...Please let me interview you."
"Sure. Just tell me if anyone tries to go into room 13 while we're talking. Someone's gonna try that, and I gotta make sure it's who I think it is. Then the knife comes into play."
Oswald walks over, his gait as uncaring as always. "The problem is magic."
"Mn?" She looks up, tilting her head "What do you mean?"
"You're using magic to heal cursed wounds, right?" He tosses her a small, rust-colored bottle. "It'll cleanse the curse. It'll hurt like hell, though."
"These are from Tatiana, Oswald. It won't work.." She said and ran her hands through her hair, taking a deep breath.
He looks up. "It's an artifact. Probably thousands of years old. Made of the inedible parts of various planar rulers. Couple Archfey and a demon lord, I think it has a god's rib in there too."
"...Please let me interview you."
"Sure. Just tell me if anyone tries to go into room 13 while we're talking. Someone's gonna try that, and I gotta make sure it's who I think it is. Then the knife comes into play."
"O-oh, sure." She looks around, as if expecting to see said person. "so, um, what's your name?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Oswald walks over, his gait as uncaring as always. "The problem is magic."
"Mn?" She looks up, tilting her head "What do you mean?"
"You're using magic to heal cursed wounds, right?" He tosses her a small, rust-colored bottle. "It'll cleanse the curse. It'll hurt like hell, though."
"These are from Tatiana Oswald. It won't work.." She said and ran her hands through her hair, taking a deep breath.
He looks up. "It's an artifact. Probably thousands of years old. Made of the inedible parts of various planar rulers. Couple Archfey and a demon lord, I think it has a god's rib in there too."
"...Please let me interview you."
"Sure. Just tell me if anyone tries to go into room 13 while we're talking. Someone's gonna try that, and I gotta make sure it's who I think it is. Then the knife comes into play."
"O-oh, sure." She looks around, as if expecting to see said person. "so, um, what's your name?"
Oswald walks over, his gait as uncaring as always. "The problem is magic."
"Mn?" She looks up, tilting her head "What do you mean?"
"You're using magic to heal cursed wounds, right?" He tosses her a small, rust-colored bottle. "It'll cleanse the curse. It'll hurt like hell, though."
"These are from Tatiana Oswald. It won't work.." She said and ran her hands through her hair, taking a deep breath.
"h-hey." Pav replies as Sheela enjoys the pat.
"For some, true. I just have the urge to teach them all a lesson, against my vows."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Are you alright?" his tone is full of concern.
"So break the vows man. Cant be that hard right?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The knife seems to be made out of organic material, primarily bone, held together with gristle and connective tissue. The bones are too small to be human, but clearly too strong to be the bones of any known tiny creature.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh- oh yeah, I'm fine... sorry. Just, um... w-what brings someone like you here?"
"Heh, if only it was that easy. Killing someone would definitely trigger a bond or two."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Oswald walks over, his gait as uncaring as always. "The problem is magic."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Protecting people."
"Bond?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sips her coffee, eyes still firmly stuck on the blade. "Where... where'd you get that."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
"o-oh. Sorry if I'm... interrupting."
"Back in my training, Michal bonded me to the heavens ideals. Breaking then usually means breaking me." He chuckles.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Mn?" She looks up, tilting her head "What do you mean?"
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
*hey hey*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
He looks up. "It's an artifact. Probably thousands of years old. Made of the inedible parts of various planar rulers. Couple Archfey and a demon lord, I think it has a god's rib in there too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"...Please let me interview you."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"You're using magic to heal cursed wounds, right?" He tosses her a small, rust-colored bottle. "It'll cleanse the curse. It'll hurt like hell, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sure. Just tell me if anyone tries to go into room 13 while we're talking. Someone's gonna try that, and I gotta make sure it's who I think it is. Then the knife comes into play."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"These are from Tatiana, Oswald. It won't work.." She said and ran her hands through her hair, taking a deep breath.
(I also made Yuri's Page. https://www.dndbeyond.com/monsters/4053775-yuri)
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
"O-oh, sure." She looks around, as if expecting to see said person. "so, um, what's your name?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"What, did she use the wish spell? Don't doubt my craftsmanship. This stuff is the strongest antimagic solution I could make."
*Cool! Those scores seem pretty high for her CR, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Zjadacz. It's a sacred name for my people."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Yeah, gotta change that a bit.)
She sighs and drinks it back. "There."
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