Rendy has been exploring Vespart while Savut and Slayer have been chatting. He is enjoying all the new sites and creatures. At some point, he spawns some swamp variant Derendians that look like smaller versions of his swampy form, that spread out and start interacting with the local people.
The fiery Derendians have been thriving in the ashy lands of Foréir’s domain and the nearby Forest of Visk, interacting with the Fire Giants.
The fire giants seem to lack their burning vigor, moving more sluggishly. Of course their strength is still impressive
Several of the Derendians notice the poor form of the giants and fly over.
“Are you ok?”
”What’s wrong”
“Do you need help?”
”We can help!”
They all ask the giants in their friendly child-like voices.
"I am the first hunter, but I see your potential to surpass me. What is your name young hunter?"
“Alabastor Paon, but Al is fine if it’s easier.” The blond haired young man replies.
"I am Gharman." He stands shakily, his hands behind his back "Rest, and we shall begin soon."
“Alright.” Al says as he goes and takes a much needed nap.
*I saw this pretty cool hunter's mechanic called the hunter's parry. It takes your reaction to make a counter attack roll with your pistol, if your roll is higher than theirs the creature take the damage from the attack, their attack misses, and they are knocked prone.*
* That’s really cool. I’ll keep that in mind*
*Yeah, found it on the statblock I'm using for Gehrman. You want to finish the rp here?*
*l think so for now, until I get a proper stat block for him. Still trying to figure out how he will fight, he was a Bard before so it’s quite the change up. Though that Bard of the Apocalypse is looking really fun. Might steal from that a bit too.*
*Well then while you do that I'll try to handle all the statblocks for the creatures he will face.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Rendy has been exploring Vespart while Savut and Slayer have been chatting. He is enjoying all the new sites and creatures. At some point, he spawns some swamp variant Derendians that look like smaller versions of his swampy form, that spread out and start interacting with the local people.
The fiery Derendians have been thriving in the ashy lands of Foréir’s domain and the nearby Forest of Visk, interacting with the Fire Giants.
The fire giants seem to lack their burning vigor, moving more sluggishly. Of course their strength is still impressive
Several of the Derendians notice the poor form of the giants and fly over.
“Are you ok?”
”What’s wrong”
“Do you need help?”
”We can help!”
They all ask the giants in their friendly child-like voices.
Rendy has been exploring Vespart while Savut and Slayer have been chatting. He is enjoying all the new sites and creatures. At some point, he spawns some swamp variant Derendians that look like smaller versions of his swampy form, that spread out and start interacting with the local people.
The fiery Derendians have been thriving in the ashy lands of Foréir’s domain and the nearby Forest of Visk, interacting with the Fire Giants.
The fire giants seem to lack their burning vigor, moving more sluggishly. Of course their strength is still impressive
Several of the Derendians notice the poor form of the giants and fly over.
“Are you ok?”
”What’s wrong”
“Do you need help?”
”We can help!”
They all ask the giants in their friendly child-like voices.
Rendy has been exploring Vespart while Savut and Slayer have been chatting. He is enjoying all the new sites and creatures. At some point, he spawns some swamp variant Derendians that look like smaller versions of his swampy form, that spread out and start interacting with the local people.
The fiery Derendians have been thriving in the ashy lands of Foréir’s domain and the nearby Forest of Visk, interacting with the Fire Giants.
The fire giants seem to lack their burning vigor, moving more sluggishly. Of course their strength is still impressive
Several of the Derendians notice the poor form of the giants and fly over.
“Are you ok?”
”What’s wrong”
“Do you need help?”
”We can help!”
They all ask the giants in their friendly child-like voices.
"I believe he claimed a valuable artifact while in the underworld recently, outside of that we don't talk much."
She now looks rather intrigued. “Oh, that scuffle with Faltros? You were there?”
"I avoided it, not my place to be. I would rather not fight someone who has done nothing to me." He sighs very tired indeed.
“I see.” Savut lifts herself from the chair. “Well, this has been a lovely chat. Thank you for visiting.”
He stands up himself "I'll take that as you asking me to leave, and I wish you farewell." He begins to walk off the way he came.
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean for you to leave, I was just thanking you. I apologize for any offense I may have caused.”
He stops and turns his head "Oh, I seemed have misunderstood. You did not offend me in any way, it was a misunderstand on my part. Do you want me to stay?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"I believe he claimed a valuable artifact while in the underworld recently, outside of that we don't talk much."
She now looks rather intrigued. “Oh, that scuffle with Faltros? You were there?”
"I avoided it, not my place to be. I would rather not fight someone who has done nothing to me." He sighs very tired indeed.
“I see.” Savut lifts herself from the chair. “Well, this has been a lovely chat. Thank you for visiting.”
He stands up himself "I'll take that as you asking me to leave, and I wish you farewell." He begins to walk off the way he came.
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean for you to leave, I was just thanking you. I apologize for any offense I may have caused.”
He stops and turns his head "Oh, I seemed have misunderstood. You did not offend me in any way, it was a misunderstand on my part. Do you want me to stay?"
“If you want to. I could show you around the swamp. It has some very interesting locations.”
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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.
Rendy has been exploring Vespart while Savut and Slayer have been chatting. He is enjoying all the new sites and creatures. At some point, he spawns some swamp variant Derendians that look like smaller versions of his swampy form, that spread out and start interacting with the local people.
The fiery Derendians have been thriving in the ashy lands of Foréir’s domain and the nearby Forest of Visk, interacting with the Fire Giants.
The fire giants seem to lack their burning vigor, moving more sluggishly. Of course their strength is still impressive
Several of the Derendians notice the poor form of the giants and fly over.
“Are you ok?”
”What’s wrong”
“Do you need help?”
”We can help!”
They all ask the giants in their friendly child-like voices.
“Yes”
”The boss is dead.”
”Yes.”
”Can you bring back the boss?”
“Oh no!”
“Where is he?”
”How did he die?”
“I don’t know, but the Progenitor might!”
“Exactly.”
”Nobody knows.”
”Nobody knows that either.”
”Who’s that?”
Before the Derendians have a chance to reply, a larger version of them suddenly teleports to them.
“What happened to fire man? Why Mr. Slayer’s friend dead?!”
“If you want to. I could show you around the swamp. It has some very interesting locations.”
He shrugs and walks back "Well I suppose it wouldn't be a bad thing. Let's see this swamp then."
Savut sets down her glass and slithers to the end of the bough, wrapping her tail around the branch and flipping down onto the ground. She then heads off towards the east into the brackish waters.
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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.
Rendy has been exploring Vespart while Savut and Slayer have been chatting. He is enjoying all the new sites and creatures. At some point, he spawns some swamp variant Derendians that look like smaller versions of his swampy form, that spread out and start interacting with the local people.
The fiery Derendians have been thriving in the ashy lands of Foréir’s domain and the nearby Forest of Visk, interacting with the Fire Giants.
The fire giants seem to lack their burning vigor, moving more sluggishly. Of course their strength is still impressive
Several of the Derendians notice the poor form of the giants and fly over.
“Are you ok?”
”What’s wrong”
“Do you need help?”
”We can help!”
They all ask the giants in their friendly child-like voices.
“Yes”
”The boss is dead.”
”Yes.”
”Can you bring back the boss?”
“Oh no!”
“Where is he?”
”How did he die?”
“I don’t know, but the Progenitor might!”
“Exactly.”
”Nobody knows.”
”Nobody knows that either.”
”Who’s that?”
Before the Derendians have a chance to reply, a larger version of them suddenly teleports to them.
“What happened to fire man? Why Mr. Slayer’s friend dead?!”
“Just said nobody knows. He went to go grab an ‘Artifact of unimaginable power’ then he never came back, so chances are he’s dead.”
“If you want to. I could show you around the swamp. It has some very interesting locations.”
He shrugs and walks back "Well I suppose it wouldn't be a bad thing. Let's see this swamp then."
Savut sets down her glass and slithers to the end of the bough, wrapping her tail around the branch and flipping down onto the ground. She then heads off towards the east into the brackish waters.
Slayer takes the glasses, causing them to disappear with a flourish of his hands. He then follows after her, his clothes somehow repelling dirt and grime to keep him looking pristine.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
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"I avoided it, not my place to be. I would rather not fight someone who has done nothing to me." He sighs very tired indeed.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Several of the Derendians notice the poor form of the giants and fly over.
“Are you ok?”
”What’s wrong”
“Do you need help?”
”We can help!”
They all ask the giants in their friendly child-like voices.
*Well then while you do that I'll try to handle all the statblocks for the creatures he will face.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
The top is sealed with solid obsidian
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Yes”
”The boss is dead.”
”Yes.”
”Can you bring back the boss?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“I see.” Savut lifts herself from the chair. “Well, this has been a lovely chat. Thank you for visiting.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He stands up himself "I'll take that as you asking me to leave, and I wish you farewell." He begins to walk off the way he came.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Oh no!”
“Where is he?”
”How did he die?”
“I don’t know, but the Progenitor might!”
"Hmm, unnatural." He almost breaks through, but instead he simply decides to leave.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean for you to leave, I was just thanking you. I apologize for any offense I may have caused.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Exactly.”
”Nobody knows.”
”Nobody knows that either.”
”Who’s that?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
He stops and turns his head "Oh, I seemed have misunderstood. You did not offend me in any way, it was a misunderstand on my part. Do you want me to stay?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“If you want to. I could show you around the swamp. It has some very interesting locations.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He shrugs and walks back "Well I suppose it wouldn't be a bad thing. Let's see this swamp then."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Suddenly, Rendy from where he is gasps loudly, before shouting “Oh No, Fire Man Is Dead?!!” Before he suddenly teleports away.
He spits out his wine "[GP]ing what?!?!" He takes a deep breath "It's fine, I trust Rendy to handle it, he's got it."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Before the Derendians have a chance to reply, a larger version of them suddenly teleports to them.
“What happened to fire man? Why Mr. Slayer’s friend dead?!”
Savut sets down her glass and slithers to the end of the bough, wrapping her tail around the branch and flipping down onto the ground. She then heads off towards the east into the brackish waters.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Just said nobody knows. He went to go grab an ‘Artifact of unimaginable power’ then he never came back, so chances are he’s dead.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Slayer takes the glasses, causing them to disappear with a flourish of his hands. He then follows after her, his clothes somehow repelling dirt and grime to keep him looking pristine.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo