"See, I think you misunderstand: there are no gods here. All that divine power? Gone. and not being able to die isn't something special here. And trust me, killing you is the least of our options. Stripping you of your gear, especially those night vision goggles, would be a lot more effective than just letting you reappear somewhere else."
"Fascinating." the man opens the trap holding his leg and walks towards the kobold. "And i suppose im supposed to be afraid of you?"
He shrugs. "Not really. I'm no titan. But you really should be being more careful right now."
The man feels a sudden stinging in his leg. A sharp wire was pulled taught, slashing cleanly through his knee. Also, yet more acid.
"I'm not really all that dangerous."
Another loud shot as a large, enchanted lead ball passes through the man's other knee, destroying the joint.
"But we had a bit of time to prepare."
The man looks down as his legs start to regrow. he then laughs. "Oh this is rich."
"It really is. You see, you're not from this place. This place hates people like you. Ironbloods. Outsiders."
His legs begin to grow twisted and mangled. They rapidly rot and fall apart and split open as they grow, eyes staring out at him.
"This entire dimension is designed to torment the powerful. Those who abuse their powers. It messes up sometimes. You really sure you don't want some tea?"
"dont have any blood mate. And id rather not hurt people. plus i use my powers for the good."
"Ironblood just means someone without silver or golden blood. And, as I said, this place messes up sometimes. But maybe pointing guns at the natives, who have lived here longer than you, wasn't a smart idea." The kobold begins to walk away. "By the way, if you're still here in three hours, I don't care how much any death god favors you, you will die eventually. You'll come back like everyone else, but you will die. Well, you might come back. The Harvester doesn't like tea much either."
"See, I think you misunderstand: there are no gods here. All that divine power? Gone. and not being able to die isn't something special here. And trust me, killing you is the least of our options. Stripping you of your gear, especially those night vision goggles, would be a lot more effective than just letting you reappear somewhere else."
"Fascinating." the man opens the trap holding his leg and walks towards the kobold. "And i suppose im supposed to be afraid of you?"
He shrugs. "Not really. I'm no titan. But you really should be being more careful right now."
The man feels a sudden stinging in his leg. A sharp wire was pulled taught, slashing cleanly through his knee. Also, yet more acid.
"I'm not really all that dangerous."
Another loud shot as a large, enchanted lead ball passes through the man's other knee, destroying the joint.
"But we had a bit of time to prepare."
The man looks down as his legs start to regrow. he then laughs. "Oh this is rich."
"It really is. You see, you're not from this place. This place hates people like you. Ironbloods. Outsiders."
His legs begin to grow twisted and mangled. They rapidly rot and fall apart and split open as they grow, eyes staring out at him.
"This entire dimension is designed to torment the powerful. Those who abuse their powers. It messes up sometimes. You really sure you don't want some tea?"
"dont have any blood mate. And id rather not hurt people. plus i use my powers for the good."
"Ironblood just means someone without silver or golden blood. And, as I said, this place messes up sometimes. But maybe pointing guns at the natives, who have lived here longer than you, wasn't a smart idea." The kobold begins to walk away. "By the way, if you're still here in three hours, I don't care how much any death god favors you, you will die eventually. You'll come back like everyone else, but you will die. Well, you might come back. The Harvester doesn't like tea much either."
"Stupid scaleskins."
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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.
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
The barkeep looks over. "Can ya keep the smell down?"
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
The barkeep looks over. "Can ya keep the smell down?"
"Hm?... o-oh.. sorry.." He says and waves a hand, the smell seeming to disappear as if it weren't blood on his clothes.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
The barkeep looks over. "Can ya keep the smell down?"
"Hm?... o-oh.. sorry.." He says and waves a hand, the smell seeming to disappear as if it weren't blood on his clothes.
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
The barkeep looks over. "Can ya keep the smell down?"
"Hm?... o-oh.. sorry.." He says and waves a hand, the smell seeming to disappear as if it weren't blood on his clothes.
"Thanks, bud. Anything ya wanna to drink?"
"No thank you.. Where am I?" He asked, looking around.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
The barkeep looks over. "Can ya keep the smell down?"
"Hm?... o-oh.. sorry.." He says and waves a hand, the smell seeming to disappear as if it weren't blood on his clothes.
"Thanks, bud. Anything ya wanna to drink?"
"No thank you.. Where am I?" He asked, looking around.
"Somnargetus. Purgatory for adventurers. Believe it er' not, it makes mistakes sometimes. Thas' what happens when thy guys in charge get killed."
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
The barkeep looks over. "Can ya keep the smell down?"
"Hm?... o-oh.. sorry.." He says and waves a hand, the smell seeming to disappear as if it weren't blood on his clothes.
"Thanks, bud. Anything ya wanna to drink?"
"No thank you.. Where am I?" He asked, looking around.
"Somnargetus. Purgatory for adventurers. Believe it er' not, it makes mistakes sometimes. Thas' what happens when thy guys in charge get killed."
"Ah..." He pulls out a small, leather bound book and writes something in it. "Who are you?... sorry if I am asking to many questions." He says sheepishly.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
The barkeep looks over. "Can ya keep the smell down?"
"Hm?... o-oh.. sorry.." He says and waves a hand, the smell seeming to disappear as if it weren't blood on his clothes.
"Thanks, bud. Anything ya wanna to drink?"
"No thank you.. Where am I?" He asked, looking around.
"Somnargetus. Purgatory for adventurers. Believe it er' not, it makes mistakes sometimes. Thas' what happens when thy guys in charge get killed."
"Ah..." He pulls out a small, leather bound book and writes something in it. "Who are you?... sorry if I am asking to many questions." He says sheepishly.
"Iss' fine, lad. I'm Roddenberg. Big scary gnoll. I serve drinks."
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
The barkeep looks over. "Can ya keep the smell down?"
"Hm?... o-oh.. sorry.." He says and waves a hand, the smell seeming to disappear as if it weren't blood on his clothes.
"Thanks, bud. Anything ya wanna to drink?"
"No thank you.. Where am I?" He asked, looking around.
"Somnargetus. Purgatory for adventurers. Believe it er' not, it makes mistakes sometimes. Thas' what happens when thy guys in charge get killed."
"Ah..." He pulls out a small, leather bound book and writes something in it. "Who are you?... sorry if I am asking to many questions." He says sheepishly.
"Iss' fine, lad. I'm Roddenberg. Big scary gnoll. I serve drinks."
"You're not scary..." he says and tilts his head "My name is Jackson Foxx..." he sticks out a hand awkwardly "I don't know if you folks handshake but uh.... hello."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"Iss' fine, lad. I'm Roddenberg. Big scary gnoll. I serve drinks."
"You're not scary..." he says and tilts his head "My name is Jackson Foxx..." he sticks out a hand awkwardly "I don't know if you folks handshake but uh.... hello."
She shakes his hand with her huge, black claw. "Just a bit o' advice: people who look like ya usually cause a lot o' trouble. Unless ya got some proof that yer not just some sociopath or some [GP], people will kill ya' on sight. I can get ya a receipt for that, but only if ya order somethin'. Also, copper is the coin o' choice 'ere."
"Iss' fine, lad. I'm Roddenberg. Big scary gnoll. I serve drinks."
"You're not scary..." he says and tilts his head "My name is Jackson Foxx..." he sticks out a hand awkwardly "I don't know if you folks handshake but uh.... hello."
She shakes his hand with her huge, black claw. "Just a bit o' advice: people who look like ya usually cause a lot o' trouble. Unless ya got some proof that yer not just some sociopath or some [GP], people will kill ya' on sight. I can get ya a receipt for that, but only if ya order somethin'. Also, copper is the coin o' choice 'ere."
He raises his hands as if being threatened at gun point. "No no, I have no wish to hurt anyone.. I just like to study different realms is all." He said.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"Iss' fine, lad. I'm Roddenberg. Big scary gnoll. I serve drinks."
"You're not scary..." he says and tilts his head "My name is Jackson Foxx..." he sticks out a hand awkwardly "I don't know if you folks handshake but uh.... hello."
She shakes his hand with her huge, black claw. "Just a bit o' advice: people who look like ya usually cause a lot o' trouble. Unless ya got some proof that yer not just some sociopath or some [GP], people will kill ya' on sight. I can get ya a receipt for that, but only if ya order somethin'. Also, copper is the coin o' choice 'ere."
He raises his hands as if being threatened at gun point. "No no, I have no wish to hurt anyone.. I just like to study different realms is all." He said.
"Thas' good an' all, but this place is like Carceri: They shove aaallll the bad [GP] in here. The denizens are kinda sick of it. Just order somethin'. Ya can show the receipt off, and if things add up ya can usually get off scot-free. Victrillians may need more proof, though, so ya might wanna avoid anything that looks like a kobold."
"Iss' fine, lad. I'm Roddenberg. Big scary gnoll. I serve drinks."
"You're not scary..." he says and tilts his head "My name is Jackson Foxx..." he sticks out a hand awkwardly "I don't know if you folks handshake but uh.... hello."
She shakes his hand with her huge, black claw. "Just a bit o' advice: people who look like ya usually cause a lot o' trouble. Unless ya got some proof that yer not just some sociopath or some [GP], people will kill ya' on sight. I can get ya a receipt for that, but only if ya order somethin'. Also, copper is the coin o' choice 'ere."
He raises his hands as if being threatened at gun point. "No no, I have no wish to hurt anyone.. I just like to study different realms is all." He said.
"Thas' good an' all, but this place is like Carceri: They shove aaallll the bad [GP] in here. The denizens are kinda sick of it. Just order somethin'. Ya can show the receipt off, and if things add up ya can usually get off scot-free. Victrillians may need more proof, though, so ya might wanna avoid anything that looks like a kobold."
He looks a bit nervous and nods "Oh dear.. Okay then." He hands her ten copper "Tea... if you have it."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"Iss' fine, lad. I'm Roddenberg. Big scary gnoll. I serve drinks."
"You're not scary..." he says and tilts his head "My name is Jackson Foxx..." he sticks out a hand awkwardly "I don't know if you folks handshake but uh.... hello."
She shakes his hand with her huge, black claw. "Just a bit o' advice: people who look like ya usually cause a lot o' trouble. Unless ya got some proof that yer not just some sociopath or some [GP], people will kill ya' on sight. I can get ya a receipt for that, but only if ya order somethin'. Also, copper is the coin o' choice 'ere."
He raises his hands as if being threatened at gun point. "No no, I have no wish to hurt anyone.. I just like to study different realms is all." He said.
"Thas' good an' all, but this place is like Carceri: They shove aaallll the bad [GP] in here. The denizens are kinda sick of it. Just order somethin'. Ya can show the receipt off, and if things add up ya can usually get off scot-free. Victrillians may need more proof, though, so ya might wanna avoid anything that looks like a kobold."
He looks a bit nervous and nods "Oh dear.. Okay then." He hands her ten copper "Tea... if you have it."
She gives a little snort. "Real high-roller 'ere. I'll get ya some Victrillian milk tea. For all their paranoia, those little guys r' the best at artisanry."
"Iss' fine, lad. I'm Roddenberg. Big scary gnoll. I serve drinks."
"You're not scary..." he says and tilts his head "My name is Jackson Foxx..." he sticks out a hand awkwardly "I don't know if you folks handshake but uh.... hello."
She shakes his hand with her huge, black claw. "Just a bit o' advice: people who look like ya usually cause a lot o' trouble. Unless ya got some proof that yer not just some sociopath or some [GP], people will kill ya' on sight. I can get ya a receipt for that, but only if ya order somethin'. Also, copper is the coin o' choice 'ere."
He raises his hands as if being threatened at gun point. "No no, I have no wish to hurt anyone.. I just like to study different realms is all." He said.
"Thas' good an' all, but this place is like Carceri: They shove aaallll the bad [GP] in here. The denizens are kinda sick of it. Just order somethin'. Ya can show the receipt off, and if things add up ya can usually get off scot-free. Victrillians may need more proof, though, so ya might wanna avoid anything that looks like a kobold."
He looks a bit nervous and nods "Oh dear.. Okay then." He hands her ten copper "Tea... if you have it."
She gives a little snort. "Real high-roller 'ere. I'll get ya some Victrillian milk tea. For all their paranoia, those little guys r' the best at artisanry."
"I carry all sorts of currency considering planes are very different from each other. Soul coins, basic copper, silver, electrum, gold, and platinum... uh... half and full moons... Trade goods and the such." He lists, thinking.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
She gives a little snort. "Real high-roller 'ere. I'll get ya some Victrillian milk tea. For all their paranoia, those little guys r' the best at artisanry."
"I carry all sorts of currency considering planes are very different from each other. Soul coins, basic copper, silver, electrum, gold, and platinum... uh... half and full moons... Trade goods and the such." He lists, thinking.
"Well, ya'aint gonna be doin' much travellin' no more. You need real, pure sunlight shining on ya skin to leave this place, which is a mite hard to come by now that th' sun is planted in the ground and surrounded by a massive fortress filled with Empyreans."
"Ironblood just means someone without silver or golden blood. And, as I said, this place messes up sometimes. But maybe pointing guns at the natives, who have lived here longer than you, wasn't a smart idea." The kobold begins to walk away. "By the way, if you're still here in three hours, I don't care how much any death god favors you, you will die eventually. You'll come back like everyone else, but you will die. Well, you might come back. The Harvester doesn't like tea much either."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Stupid scaleskins."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The barkeep looks over. "Can ya keep the smell down?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hm?... o-oh.. sorry.." He says and waves a hand, the smell seeming to disappear as if it weren't blood on his clothes.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thanks, bud. Anything ya wanna to drink?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"No thank you.. Where am I?" He asked, looking around.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Somnargetus. Purgatory for adventurers. Believe it er' not, it makes mistakes sometimes. Thas' what happens when thy guys in charge get killed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Ah..." He pulls out a small, leather bound book and writes something in it. "Who are you?... sorry if I am asking to many questions." He says sheepishly.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Iss' fine, lad. I'm Roddenberg. Big scary gnoll. I serve drinks."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"You're not scary..." he says and tilts his head "My name is Jackson Foxx..." he sticks out a hand awkwardly "I don't know if you folks handshake but uh.... hello."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Her 'hair' blocks the water, and glares at you threateningly. Omori remains asleep.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She shakes his hand with her huge, black claw. "Just a bit o' advice: people who look like ya usually cause a lot o' trouble. Unless ya got some proof that yer not just some sociopath or some [GP], people will kill ya' on sight. I can get ya a receipt for that, but only if ya order somethin'. Also, copper is the coin o' choice 'ere."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
He raises his hands as if being threatened at gun point. "No no, I have no wish to hurt anyone.. I just like to study different realms is all." He said.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thas' good an' all, but this place is like Carceri: They shove aaallll the bad [GP] in here. The denizens are kinda sick of it. Just order somethin'. Ya can show the receipt off, and if things add up ya can usually get off scot-free. Victrillians may need more proof, though, so ya might wanna avoid anything that looks like a kobold."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
He looks a bit nervous and nods "Oh dear.. Okay then." He hands her ten copper "Tea... if you have it."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She gives a little snort. "Real high-roller 'ere. I'll get ya some Victrillian milk tea. For all their paranoia, those little guys r' the best at artisanry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"I carry all sorts of currency considering planes are very different from each other. Soul coins, basic copper, silver, electrum, gold, and platinum... uh... half and full moons... Trade goods and the such." He lists, thinking.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, ya'aint gonna be doin' much travellin' no more. You need real, pure sunlight shining on ya skin to leave this place, which is a mite hard to come by now that th' sun is planted in the ground and surrounded by a massive fortress filled with Empyreans."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Omori is still asleep, though she stirs every so often. The eyes are keeping guard.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)