The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A swirl of sand. A flash of heat. A gust of dry wind. A skitter, a flap, a buzz, a stamp, a rattle. Something moves through the shadows of one of the countless, abyssal tunnels of the underworld. A trespasser. A boot crunches the scorched dirt, silver lightning flashing at its heel. A tumbleweed dances out, a silent, parched herald. Dry bones creak. A poncho rustles as buzzard feathers, snakeskin, cactus spines and dry sage in the wind. A crown of thorns nested in between two wide horns on a skeletal head. Burdened shoulders bent under weight, shrug off their load. The corpse of a hell hound with needle fur of black soot and eyes pierced by craters and bullets thuds lifelessly onto blackened stone. Eye sockets, empty as the desert night, turn and look back down into the cave tunnel. Crotalus, lord of the desert, of famine, of trials, and of truth speaks in a voice made of snake hiss, coyote howl, buzzard breathe, and panther scream, "Dead end."
*This is awesome writing.*
A devil is walking by and sees Crotalus. In a hurry, they begin running away, their footsteps echoing throughout the cave.
*Thanks. I've been reading some Ray Bradbury and his style has inspired me.*
Webwinged bats fly through the clear, cool, desert night, seeing with their ears. Owls turn heads that spiral sound. Crotalus hears the footsteps and sees the fleeing fiend both far and near. He draws a pistol and desert death stalks with panther speed in pursuit of the devil.
It runs as fast as it can, screaming for if any others may be nearby.
Behind him, the desert god is born upon a sandstorm in pursuit. A skeletal hand aims, thunder rumbles out of a slender, silver barrel, and out flares death riding a silver bullet.
The devil looks back and yelps in fear. It dashes as fast as it can to the nearest place where devils often gather, hoping someone can get away and report the intruder to Faltros.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
So far there is likely not much progress unless they have a lot of supernatural help, given the sheer scale of the cliffs. As the stars show themselves in the dimming sky, three of the vampires split off to make their way to where all the work is going on, staying about a mile away in a field of bushes, watching.
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
So far there is likely not much progress unless they have a lot of supernatural help, given the sheer scale of the cliffs. As the stars show themselves in the dimming sky, three of the vampires split off to make their way to where all the work is going on, staying about a mile away in a field of bushes, watching.
Commander Ryphandin is watching carefully for anyone, Herionidian or otherwise. Perception: 22
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
*Did you see that Crotalus has made an appearance? Unfortunately I have to leave now but I'll try to be around the US more often. I love the misinformation that has been sown.*
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
*Did you see that Crotalus has made an appearance? Unfortunately I have to leave now but I'll try to be around the US more often. I love the misinformation that has been sown.*
*yessss crotalus is back*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
So far there is likely not much progress unless they have a lot of supernatural help, given the sheer scale of the cliffs. As the stars show themselves in the dimming sky, three of the vampires split off to make their way to where all the work is going on, staying about a mile away in a field of bushes, watching.
Commander Ryphandin is watching carefully for anyone, Herionidian or otherwise. Perception: 22
The three gravediggers, carrying bloody shovels in one hand, are spotted. Two of them are close to identical, with short black hair, matching sapphire earrings and scars on opposite eyes, and the other one looks older and has curly brown hair and has lots of freckles, as well as lots of jewelry made of animal bones. They seem to know they’ve been spotted.
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
*Did you see that Crotalus has made an appearance? Unfortunately I have to leave now but I'll try to be around the US more often. I love the misinformation that has been sown.*
*I have indeed! And by the way, your writing is so good. I’m going to love seeing how this plot has evolved!*
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
So far there is likely not much progress unless they have a lot of supernatural help, given the sheer scale of the cliffs. As the stars show themselves in the dimming sky, three of the vampires split off to make their way to where all the work is going on, staying about a mile away in a field of bushes, watching.
Commander Ryphandin is watching carefully for anyone, Herionidian or otherwise. Perception: 22
The three gravediggers, carrying bloody shovels in one hand, are spotted. Two of them are close to identical, with short black hair, matching sapphire earrings and scars on opposite eyes, and the other one looks older and has curly brown hair and has lots of freckles, as well as lots of jewelry made of animal bones. They seem to know they’ve been spotted.
Ryphandin signals for the party to halt in the digging. They bare their arms.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
So far there is likely not much progress unless they have a lot of supernatural help, given the sheer scale of the cliffs. As the stars show themselves in the dimming sky, three of the vampires split off to make their way to where all the work is going on, staying about a mile away in a field of bushes, watching.
Commander Ryphandin is watching carefully for anyone, Herionidian or otherwise. Perception: 22
The three gravediggers, carrying bloody shovels in one hand, are spotted. Two of them are close to identical, with short black hair, matching sapphire earrings and scars on opposite eyes, and the other one looks older and has curly brown hair and has lots of freckles, as well as lots of jewelry made of animal bones. They seem to know they’ve been spotted.
Ryphandin signals for the party to halt in the digging. They bare their arms.
Slowly, the three vampires walk, on two legs now that they have their shovels, towards the group. Slowly, very slowly.
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
So far there is likely not much progress unless they have a lot of supernatural help, given the sheer scale of the cliffs. As the stars show themselves in the dimming sky, three of the vampires split off to make their way to where all the work is going on, staying about a mile away in a field of bushes, watching.
Commander Ryphandin is watching carefully for anyone, Herionidian or otherwise. Perception: 22
The three gravediggers, carrying bloody shovels in one hand, are spotted. Two of them are close to identical, with short black hair, matching sapphire earrings and scars on opposite eyes, and the other one looks older and has curly brown hair and has lots of freckles, as well as lots of jewelry made of animal bones. They seem to know they’ve been spotted.
Ryphandin signals for the party to halt in the digging. They bare their arms.
Slowly, the three vampires walk, on two legs now that they have their shovels, towards the group. Slowly, very slowly.
A swirl of sand. A flash of heat. A gust of dry wind. A skitter, a flap, a buzz, a stamp, a rattle. Something moves through the shadows of one of the countless, abyssal tunnels of the underworld. A trespasser. A boot crunches the scorched dirt, silver lightning flashing at its heel. A tumbleweed dances out, a silent, parched herald. Dry bones creak. A poncho rustles as buzzard feathers, snakeskin, cactus spines and dry sage in the wind. A crown of thorns nested in between two wide horns on a skeletal head. Burdened shoulders bent under weight, shrug off their load. The corpse of a hell hound with needle fur of black soot and eyes pierced by craters and bullets thuds lifelessly onto blackened stone. Eye sockets, empty as the desert night, turn and look back down into the cave tunnel. Crotalus, lord of the desert, of famine, of trials, and of truth speaks in a voice made of snake hiss, coyote howl, buzzard breathe, and panther scream, "Dead end."
*This is awesome writing.*
A devil is walking by and sees Crotalus. In a hurry, they begin running away, their footsteps echoing throughout the cave.
*Thanks. I've been reading some Ray Bradbury and his style has inspired me.*
Webwinged bats fly through the clear, cool, desert night, seeing with their ears. Owls turn heads that spiral sound. Crotalus hears the footsteps and sees the fleeing fiend both far and near. He draws a pistol and desert death stalks with panther speed in pursuit of the devil.
It runs as fast as it can, screaming for if any others may be nearby.
Behind him, the desert god is born upon a sandstorm in pursuit. A skeletal hand aims, thunder rumbles out of a slender, silver barrel, and out flares death riding a silver bullet.
The devil looks back and yelps in fear. It dashes as fast as it can to the nearest place where devils often gather, hoping someone can get away and report the intruder to Faltros.
*If you are okay with them being killed then* Guns blaze like wildfires. Thunder rolls and sand swirls. The air is clotted with death and bullets. He lays the fiends to waste until their devilish corpses lay bullet ridden in the dust. The Lord of the desert stalks over to one of the bodies and reaches out a skeletal hand. As his hand draws closer, the corpse withers away into a dusty husk. The flesh thins until it cracks and flutters away in ash leaving only yellowed bones. He grabs the horned skull and lifts it up so that he is looking at its empty eye sockets. "Howdy," he speaks to the dead demon, "You mind answering a few of my questions, Scratch?"
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
So far there is likely not much progress unless they have a lot of supernatural help, given the sheer scale of the cliffs. As the stars show themselves in the dimming sky, three of the vampires split off to make their way to where all the work is going on, staying about a mile away in a field of bushes, watching.
Commander Ryphandin is watching carefully for anyone, Herionidian or otherwise. Perception: 22
The three gravediggers, carrying bloody shovels in one hand, are spotted. Two of them are close to identical, with short black hair, matching sapphire earrings and scars on opposite eyes, and the other one looks older and has curly brown hair and has lots of freckles, as well as lots of jewelry made of animal bones. They seem to know they’ve been spotted.
Ryphandin signals for the party to halt in the digging. They bare their arms.
Slowly, the three vampires walk, on two legs now that they have their shovels, towards the group. Slowly, very slowly.
Intimidation from the group: 5
The lead one, the older woman, chuckles a bit and licks her lips, grasping the shovel in the other hand. Half a mile away now. The two twin ones flank her, their shovels dragging across the ground.
A swirl of sand. A flash of heat. A gust of dry wind. A skitter, a flap, a buzz, a stamp, a rattle. Something moves through the shadows of one of the countless, abyssal tunnels of the underworld. A trespasser. A boot crunches the scorched dirt, silver lightning flashing at its heel. A tumbleweed dances out, a silent, parched herald. Dry bones creak. A poncho rustles as buzzard feathers, snakeskin, cactus spines and dry sage in the wind. A crown of thorns nested in between two wide horns on a skeletal head. Burdened shoulders bent under weight, shrug off their load. The corpse of a hell hound with needle fur of black soot and eyes pierced by craters and bullets thuds lifelessly onto blackened stone. Eye sockets, empty as the desert night, turn and look back down into the cave tunnel. Crotalus, lord of the desert, of famine, of trials, and of truth speaks in a voice made of snake hiss, coyote howl, buzzard breathe, and panther scream, "Dead end."
*This is awesome writing.*
A devil is walking by and sees Crotalus. In a hurry, they begin running away, their footsteps echoing throughout the cave.
*Thanks. I've been reading some Ray Bradbury and his style has inspired me.*
Webwinged bats fly through the clear, cool, desert night, seeing with their ears. Owls turn heads that spiral sound. Crotalus hears the footsteps and sees the fleeing fiend both far and near. He draws a pistol and desert death stalks with panther speed in pursuit of the devil.
It runs as fast as it can, screaming for if any others may be nearby.
Behind him, the desert god is born upon a sandstorm in pursuit. A skeletal hand aims, thunder rumbles out of a slender, silver barrel, and out flares death riding a silver bullet.
The devil looks back and yelps in fear. It dashes as fast as it can to the nearest place where devils often gather, hoping someone can get away and report the intruder to Faltros.
*If you are okay with them being killed then* Guns blaze like wildfires. Thunder rolls and sand swirls. The air is clotted with death and bullets. He lays the fiends to waste until their devilish corpses lay bullet ridden in the dust. The Lord of the desert stalks over to one of the bodies and reaches out a skeletal hand. As his hand draws closer, the corpse withers away into a dusty husk. The flesh thins until it cracks and flutters away in ash leaving only yellowed bones. He grabs the horned skull and lifts it up so that he is looking at its empty eye sockets. "Howdy," he speaks to the dead demon, "You mind answering a few of my questions, Scratch?"
They remain silent, being dead.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
So far there is likely not much progress unless they have a lot of supernatural help, given the sheer scale of the cliffs. As the stars show themselves in the dimming sky, three of the vampires split off to make their way to where all the work is going on, staying about a mile away in a field of bushes, watching.
Commander Ryphandin is watching carefully for anyone, Herionidian or otherwise. Perception: 22
The three gravediggers, carrying bloody shovels in one hand, are spotted. Two of them are close to identical, with short black hair, matching sapphire earrings and scars on opposite eyes, and the other one looks older and has curly brown hair and has lots of freckles, as well as lots of jewelry made of animal bones. They seem to know they’ve been spotted.
Ryphandin signals for the party to halt in the digging. They bare their arms.
Slowly, the three vampires walk, on two legs now that they have their shovels, towards the group. Slowly, very slowly.
Intimidation from the group: 5
The lead one, the older woman, chuckles a bit and licks her lips, grasping the shovel in the other hand. Half a mile away now. The two twin ones flank her, their shovels dragging across the ground.
The patrol splits. 6/7ths of them begin booking it back to the nearest settlement, and the rest stay behind, preparing crossbows and slings.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
So far there is likely not much progress unless they have a lot of supernatural help, given the sheer scale of the cliffs. As the stars show themselves in the dimming sky, three of the vampires split off to make their way to where all the work is going on, staying about a mile away in a field of bushes, watching.
Commander Ryphandin is watching carefully for anyone, Herionidian or otherwise. Perception: 22
The three gravediggers, carrying bloody shovels in one hand, are spotted. Two of them are close to identical, with short black hair, matching sapphire earrings and scars on opposite eyes, and the other one looks older and has curly brown hair and has lots of freckles, as well as lots of jewelry made of animal bones. They seem to know they’ve been spotted.
Ryphandin signals for the party to halt in the digging. They bare their arms.
Slowly, the three vampires walk, on two legs now that they have their shovels, towards the group. Slowly, very slowly.
Intimidation from the group: 5
The lead one, the older woman, chuckles a bit and licks her lips, grasping the shovel in the other hand. Half a mile away now. The two twin ones flank her, their shovels dragging across the ground.
The patrol splits. 6/7ths of them begin booking it back to the nearest settlement, and the rest stay behind, preparing crossbows and slings.
They continue walking towards the 1/7th. One thousand feet, eight hundred feet, five hundred feet, three hundred feet…
The sun sinks on the horizon of the valley of Herionidus, and the six gravediggers emerge to hunt.
The Crown of Herionidus is in the underworld, it’s consciousness scanning the environment around itself and relaying information to Crotalus.
Aemulus/Arsendir is exploring the city. There is a small fire that is quickly spreading to three buildings in the living district, the smoke like a terrifying face watching the city from the sky. It started in the middle of the night from outside one of the houses, and it’s getting a lot bigger.
The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
So far there is likely not much progress unless they have a lot of supernatural help, given the sheer scale of the cliffs. As the stars show themselves in the dimming sky, three of the vampires split off to make their way to where all the work is going on, staying about a mile away in a field of bushes, watching.
Commander Ryphandin is watching carefully for anyone, Herionidian or otherwise. Perception: 22
The three gravediggers, carrying bloody shovels in one hand, are spotted. Two of them are close to identical, with short black hair, matching sapphire earrings and scars on opposite eyes, and the other one looks older and has curly brown hair and has lots of freckles, as well as lots of jewelry made of animal bones. They seem to know they’ve been spotted.
Ryphandin signals for the party to halt in the digging. They bare their arms.
Slowly, the three vampires walk, on two legs now that they have their shovels, towards the group. Slowly, very slowly.
Intimidation from the group: 5
The lead one, the older woman, chuckles a bit and licks her lips, grasping the shovel in the other hand. Half a mile away now. The two twin ones flank her, their shovels dragging across the ground.
The patrol splits. 6/7ths of them begin booking it back to the nearest settlement, and the rest stay behind, preparing crossbows and slings.
They continue walking towards the 1/7th. One thousand feet, eight hundred feet, five hundred feet, three hundred feet…
The group opens fire.
Attack: 8 Damage: 3
Attack: 13 Damage: 3
Attack: 16 Damage: 3
Attack: 11 Damage: 6
Attack: 18 Damage: 5
Attack: 17 Damage: 6
Attack: 8 Damage: 5
Attack: 15 Damage: 6
Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Attack: 8 Damage: 5
Attack: 8 Damage: 6
Attack: 16 Damage: 7
Attack: 12 Damage: 3
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Attacks 3,4,5,7,8 and 9 all hit them, damage spread between the three of them.
The projectiles hit them and cut into their flesh, and they stumble back for a second, hurt.
then they lunge, full speed and on all fours, shovels in one hand towards them, low to the ground and moving 80 feet a round, as their wounds stitch itself back together and they lick up their own blood, what little of it they have anyways. In just a few short seconds they’ll be hear and there’s nothing that’ll stop them now…
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The yuan-ti patrols inside of the Valley have been working at forming a passage through the wall surrounding them.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The devil looks back and yelps in fear. It dashes as fast as it can to the nearest place where devils often gather, hoping someone can get away and report the intruder to Faltros.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
So far there is likely not much progress unless they have a lot of supernatural help, given the sheer scale of the cliffs. As the stars show themselves in the dimming sky, three of the vampires split off to make their way to where all the work is going on, staying about a mile away in a field of bushes, watching.
Commander Ryphandin is watching carefully for anyone, Herionidian or otherwise. Perception: 22
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Did you see that Crotalus has made an appearance? Unfortunately I have to leave now but I'll try to be around the US more often. I love the misinformation that has been sown.*
*yessss crotalus is back*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The three gravediggers, carrying bloody shovels in one hand, are spotted. Two of them are close to identical, with short black hair, matching sapphire earrings and scars on opposite eyes, and the other one looks older and has curly brown hair and has lots of freckles, as well as lots of jewelry made of animal bones. They seem to know they’ve been spotted.
*I have indeed! And by the way, your writing is so good. I’m going to love seeing how this plot has evolved!*
Ryphandin signals for the party to halt in the digging. They bare their arms.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Slowly, the three vampires walk, on two legs now that they have their shovels, towards the group. Slowly, very slowly.
Intimidation from the group: 5
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*If you are okay with them being killed then* Guns blaze like wildfires. Thunder rolls and sand swirls. The air is clotted with death and bullets. He lays the fiends to waste until their devilish corpses lay bullet ridden in the dust. The Lord of the desert stalks over to one of the bodies and reaches out a skeletal hand. As his hand draws closer, the corpse withers away into a dusty husk. The flesh thins until it cracks and flutters away in ash leaving only yellowed bones. He grabs the horned skull and lifts it up so that he is looking at its empty eye sockets. "Howdy," he speaks to the dead demon, "You mind answering a few of my questions, Scratch?"
The lead one, the older woman, chuckles a bit and licks her lips, grasping the shovel in the other hand. Half a mile away now. The two twin ones flank her, their shovels dragging across the ground.
*There is so much lore I need to catch up on here. XD*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
They remain silent, being dead.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*yeah stuff happens, someone should like make a timeline or something, I could make a recap of the most important events maybe*
The patrol splits. 6/7ths of them begin booking it back to the nearest settlement, and the rest stay behind, preparing crossbows and slings.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They continue walking towards the 1/7th. One thousand feet, eight hundred feet, five hundred feet, three hundred feet…
The group opens fire.
Attack: 8 Damage: 3
Attack: 13 Damage: 3
Attack: 16 Damage: 3
Attack: 11 Damage: 6
Attack: 18 Damage: 5
Attack: 17 Damage: 6
Attack: 8 Damage: 5
Attack: 15 Damage: 6
Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Attack: 8 Damage: 5
Attack: 8 Damage: 6
Attack: 16 Damage: 7
Attack: 12 Damage: 3
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Attacks 3,4,5,7,8 and 9 all hit them, damage spread between the three of them.
The projectiles hit them and cut into their flesh, and they stumble back for a second, hurt.
then they lunge, full speed and on all fours, shovels in one hand towards them, low to the ground and moving 80 feet a round, as their wounds stitch itself back together and they lick up their own blood, what little of it they have anyways. In just a few short seconds they’ll be hear and there’s nothing that’ll stop them now…