Assuming that there's no targets in range for tentacle that I'm 100% won't die, the kraken is gonna summon more lightning. DC 23 Dexterity, 29 or half on a sucess, targeting
Suire (Kraken is 100 feet in the air I believe, range for lighting is 120, so 220 feet in air which is higher then Suire's 210)
Kuo Toa God
Blackflame
There was one lightning bolt attack.
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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
A weathered, grey-haired man strides through the door, and walks to the bar. A strange, raised scar adorns the lower left side of his face, and the three parallel lines imply it was from a sort of beast or piece of mechanical equipment. he is dressed in many layers, certainly obscuring some number of armaments.
A sentient ice statue wearing copper colored plate armor, meditating in the corner speaks up in a female sounding voice. “How in the nine hells did you get here? We’re in the middle of the friggin ocean.”
"Because Ludd willed it, snowy." He grins, and walks over. "How did you get here?"
“Tall, red and angry pulled me out of the ocean. He’s up on the deck fighting a kraken.” As you approach you feel a chill in the air. Take 1 cold damage if you come within 15 feet of her.
The man shivers and backs up. "Uggh. I'm Lugh Cotton. What is your name, daemon?"
“I’m Kohirun. My parents are The Raven Queen and Raei. Please tell me you know who they are.”
"Ahh the Raven Queen. I know that name. Beware her gifts, Kohirun"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A weathered, grey-haired man strides through the door, and walks to the bar. A strange, raised scar adorns the lower left side of his face, and the three parallel lines imply it was from a sort of beast or piece of mechanical equipment. he is dressed in many layers, certainly obscuring some number of armaments.
A sentient ice statue wearing copper colored plate armor, meditating in the corner speaks up in a female sounding voice. “How in the nine hells did you get here? We’re in the middle of the friggin ocean.”
"Because Ludd willed it, snowy." He grins, and walks over. "How did you get here?"
“Tall, red and angry pulled me out of the ocean. He’s up on the deck fighting a kraken.” As you approach you feel a chill in the air. Take 1 cold damage if you come within 15 feet of her.
The man shivers and backs up. "Uggh. I'm Lugh Cotton. What is your name, daemon?"
“I’m Kohirun. My parents are The Raven Queen and Raei. Please tell me you know who they are.”
"Ahh the Raven Queen. I know that name. Beware her gifts, Kohirun"
“She…she’s my mom. Finally someone who knows their basic gods and goddesses. Lugh, was it? How much does the chill bother you right now?” (The aura of cold that was mentioned earlier)
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
With a twirl and a shower of petals and gold coins, a masked lupine (think werewolf-like) jester dressed in black, red, and gold appears on the deck. He carries a velvet scroll case, which looks almost bulky against his lithe body. He seems completely unfazed by the kraken battle raging nearby.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
With a twirl and a shower of petals and gold coins, a masked lupine (think werewolf-like) jester dressed in black, red, and gold appears on the deck. He carries a velvet scroll case, which looks almost bulky against his lithe body. He seems completely unfazed by the kraken battle raging nearby.
Yanking a knot tight, Jonah Whalebait stands up and strides over to you. "Now where'd ya come from?"
With a twirl and a shower of petals and gold coins, a masked lupine (think werewolf-like) jester dressed in black, red, and gold appears on the deck. He carries a velvet scroll case, which looks almost bulky against his lithe body. He seems completely unfazed by the kraken battle raging nearby.
Yanking a knot tight, Jonah Whalebait stands up and strides over to you. "Now where'd ya come from?"
The masked jester, with much fanfare, silently presents the scroll to Jonah. It reads the following (assuming Jonah can read):
My name is Laughter, former Imperial Jester Extraordinaire! I am on a quest to collect seven wax cylinders created by Henryk Argus before the Empire can, as I have overheard what terrible things my former masters were planning on doing with the occult artifacts!
Please excuse me if I do not talk, my voice is cursed so that the Empire can track me down whenever I speak. I can pay handsomely for every cylinder collected, and will contribute to the the Scarsailsthe Shield Federation the Notched Blades in whatever ways I can!
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
With a twirl and a shower of petals and gold coins, a masked lupine (think werewolf-like) jester dressed in black, red, and gold appears on the deck. He carries a velvet scroll case, which looks almost bulky against his lithe body. He seems completely unfazed by the kraken battle raging nearby.
Yanking a knot tight, Jonah Whalebait stands up and strides over to you. "Now where'd ya come from?"
The masked jester, with much fanfare, silently presents the scroll to Jonah. It reads the following (assuming Jonah can read):
My name is Laughter, former Imperial Jester Extraordinaire! I am on a quest to collect seven wax cylinders created by Henryk Argus before the Empire can, as I have overheard what terrible things my former masters were planning on doing with the occult artifacts!
Please excuse me if I do not talk, my voice is cursed so that the Empire can track me down whenever I speak. I can pay handsomely for every cylinder collected, and will contribute to the the Scarsailsthe Shield Federation the Notched Blades in whatever ways I can!
Jonah's eyes slide across the page quickly, revealing remarkable literacy for a sailor. "Can't talk, eh? Well, we don't want the Empire around here so ya'd do best to keep yer mouth shut." He stares thoughtfully at it some more. Something there has caught his interest, "Seven wax cylinders of Henryk Argus? Can't say I've ever heard of 'em. Do ya mind explainin' a little more of these cylinders history?"
The masked jester, with much fanfare, silently presents the scroll to Jonah. It reads the following (assuming Jonah can read):
My name is Laughter, former Imperial Jester Extraordinaire! I am on a quest to collect seven wax cylinders created by Henryk Argus before the Empire can, as I have overheard what terrible things my former masters were planning on doing with the occult artifacts!
Please excuse me if I do not talk, my voice is cursed so that the Empire can track me down whenever I speak. I can pay handsomely for every cylinder collected, and will contribute to the the Scarsailsthe Shield Federation the Notched Blades in whatever ways I can!
Jonah's eyes slide across the page quickly, revealing remarkable literacy for a sailor. "Can't talk, eh? Well, we don't want the Empire around here so ya'd do best to keep yer mouth shut." He stares thoughtfully at it some more. Something there has caught his interest, "Seven wax cylinders of Henryk Argus? Can't say I've ever heard of 'em. Do ya mind explainin' a little more of these cylinders history?"
Laughter turns the scroll over and draws a gold-tipped calligraphy pen and a bottle of high-quality ink from his bag. He begins to write.
Henryk Argus was among the greatest bards known to human and ghoul, and the best friend of an entity known as the Blacklight, which he wrote many songs for. The Blacklight was considered to be the God of Whaling by many, and was an immensely powerful creature, allegedly being a child of the Redlight itself. Henryk's cylinders are powerful artifacts that can alter the world around them by changing the weather, summoning monsters, and god knows what else.
Henryk himself disappeared after three powerful abjurers, all dead or undead by now, banished the Blacklight to a distant plane, from which it could never return. It is said that if all of the original Cylinders are played at once, it will bring back the Blacklight, who will seek vengeance against the world for rejecting him. There is so much more to say, but that is the basics. We must keep these artifacts out of the Empire's hands!
Laughter turns the scroll over and draws a gold-tipped calligraphy pen and a bottle of high-quality ink from his bag. He begins to write.
Henryk Argus was among the greatest bards known to human and ghoul, and the best friend of an entity known as the Blacklight, which he wrote many songs for. The Blacklight was considered to be the God of Whaling by many, and was an immensely powerful creature, allegedly being a child of the Redlight itself. Henryk's cylinders are powerful artifacts that can alter the world around them by changing the weather, summoning monsters, and god knows what else.
Henryk himself disappeared after three powerful abjurers, all dead or undead by now, banished the Blacklight to a distant plane, from which it could never return. It is said that if all of the original Cylinders are played at once, it will bring back the Blacklight, who will seek vengeance against the world for rejecting him. There is so much more to say, but that is the basics. We must keep these artifacts out of the Empire's hands!
He rubs his fingers through the deep scars that mar his arms, "If all ya say is true, then we can't risk the Cylinders fallin' into the wrong hands. I've fought many a sea beast before and have done some whalin' myself. It's been awhile since I've been in a real fight, so I'd be willin' to lend my skills to the hunt." His gray face cracks into a wide grin brimming with sharp, shark-like teeth.
*Is Laughter actually Lupine in form, or is it just his mask?*
Laughter turns the scroll over and draws a gold-tipped calligraphy pen and a bottle of high-quality ink from his bag. He begins to write.
Henryk Argus was among the greatest bards known to human and ghoul, and the best friend of an entity known as the Blacklight, which he wrote many songs for. The Blacklight was considered to be the God of Whaling by many, and was an immensely powerful creature, allegedly being a child of the Redlight itself. Henryk's cylinders are powerful artifacts that can alter the world around them by changing the weather, summoning monsters, and god knows what else.
Henryk himself disappeared after three powerful abjurers, all dead or undead by now, banished the Blacklight to a distant plane, from which it could never return. It is said that if all of the original Cylinders are played at once, it will bring back the Blacklight, who will seek vengeance against the world for rejecting him. There is so much more to say, but that is the basics. We must keep these artifacts out of the Empire's hands!
He rubs his fingers through the deep scars that mar his arms, "If all ya say is true, then we can't risk the Cylinders fallin' into the wrong hands. I've fought many a sea beast before and have done some whalin' myself. It's been awhile since I've been in a real fight, so I'd be willin' to lend my skills to the hunt." His gray face cracks into a wide grin brimming with sharp, shark-like teeth.
*Is Laughter actually Lupine in form, or is it just his mask?*
*He's a wolf-man! He's also got a wolf version of a Comedy mask*
Laughter's tail wags as he nods excitedly. His red eyes smile. He draws a velvet can from his bag. Henryk Argus: Flesh-Salt, reads the label.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I really want to intro a character, but this is like the worst time to do it*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There was one lightning bolt attack.
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
"Ahh the Raven Queen. I know that name. Beware her gifts, Kohirun"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*go for it*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
DEX save 10
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*fixed the damage on Suire's sheet*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Hey, Noth, is Mound still open?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I should prolly get back to homework. You can still intro, if you need him for that. I’ll be back around later today.*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“She…she’s my mom. Finally someone who knows their basic gods and goddesses. Lugh, was it? How much does the chill bother you right now?” (The aura of cold that was mentioned earlier)
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
With a twirl and a shower of petals and gold coins, a masked lupine (think werewolf-like) jester dressed in black, red, and gold appears on the deck. He carries a velvet scroll case, which looks almost bulky against his lithe body. He seems completely unfazed by the kraken battle raging nearby.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Yanking a knot tight, Jonah Whalebait stands up and strides over to you. "Now where'd ya come from?"
The masked jester, with much fanfare, silently presents the scroll to Jonah. It reads the following (assuming Jonah can read):
My name is Laughter, former Imperial Jester Extraordinaire!
I am on a quest to collect seven wax cylinders created by Henryk Argus
before the Empire can, as I have overheard what terrible things my
former masters were planning on doing with the occult artifacts!
Please excuse me if I do not talk, my voice is cursed so that the Empire
can track me down whenever I speak.
I can pay handsomely for every cylinder collected, and will contribute to the
the Scarsailsthe Shield Federationthe Notched Blades in whatever ways I can!Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Jonah's eyes slide across the page quickly, revealing remarkable literacy for a sailor. "Can't talk, eh? Well, we don't want the Empire around here so ya'd do best to keep yer mouth shut." He stares thoughtfully at it some more. Something there has caught his interest, "Seven wax cylinders of Henryk Argus? Can't say I've ever heard of 'em. Do ya mind explainin' a little more of these cylinders history?"
*holup. Jonah Whalebait? Bro came straight out of the Old Testament*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*Nobody actually knows his history yet but you probably can imagine one aspect of it.*
Laughter turns the scroll over and draws a gold-tipped calligraphy pen and a bottle of high-quality ink from his bag. He begins to write.
Henryk Argus was among the greatest bards known to human and ghoul, and the best friend of an entity known as the Blacklight, which he wrote many songs for. The Blacklight was considered to be the God of Whaling by many, and was an immensely powerful creature, allegedly being a child of the Redlight itself. Henryk's cylinders are powerful artifacts that can alter the world around them by changing the weather, summoning monsters, and god knows what else.
Henryk himself disappeared after three powerful abjurers, all dead or undead by now, banished the Blacklight to a distant plane, from which it could never return. It is said that if all of the original Cylinders are played at once, it will bring back the Blacklight, who will seek vengeance against the world for rejecting him. There is so much more to say, but that is the basics. We must keep these artifacts out of the Empire's hands!
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He rubs his fingers through the deep scars that mar his arms, "If all ya say is true, then we can't risk the Cylinders fallin' into the wrong hands. I've fought many a sea beast before and have done some whalin' myself. It's been awhile since I've been in a real fight, so I'd be willin' to lend my skills to the hunt." His gray face cracks into a wide grin brimming with sharp, shark-like teeth.
*Is Laughter actually Lupine in form, or is it just his mask?*
*He's a wolf-man! He's also got a wolf version of a Comedy mask*
Laughter's tail wags as he nods excitedly. His red eyes smile. He draws a velvet can from his bag. Henryk Argus: Flesh-Salt, reads the label.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*can someone tell me what is happening”
*The crew is fighting a giant kraken and a jester just manifested onto the ship.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.