It slowly backs into the darkness, its red eyes glaring. Suddenly, it rushes forward once more, its screaming shattering the lights as an all-consuming cold and darkness wraps around it (Shadow of Moil).
It suddenly disappears. The flensing knife is suddenly rammed through the Mascot's chest from behind...
Attack: 32 Damage: 36
Attack: 26 Damage: 29
If either attack hits, the Mascot takes 30 additional damage and is shoved downstairs.
*Do i wanna use the Bait and Switch?....*
The Mascot sputters as both attacks hit, the knife sliding through its chest with ease. "Please.... Please..." It weeps as it tumbles down the stairs.
*As you wish, king*
The Blacklight turns to leave, but stops. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." It continues, heading for the courtyard.
*ok sorry if I already introed, but I can't find it so I'm gonna intro again.*
A small whit harengon hops slowly down the corridor, with one hand on the wall, muttering to himself. His eyes are red and bloodshot, and he is twitching constantly.
It slowly backs into the darkness, its red eyes glaring. Suddenly, it rushes forward once more, its screaming shattering the lights as an all-consuming cold and darkness wraps around it (Shadow of Moil).
It suddenly disappears. The flensing knife is suddenly rammed through the Mascot's chest from behind...
Attack: 32 Damage: 36
Attack: 26 Damage: 29
If either attack hits, the Mascot takes 30 additional damage and is shoved downstairs.
*Do i wanna use the Bait and Switch?....*
The Mascot sputters as both attacks hit, the knife sliding through its chest with ease. "Please.... Please..." It weeps as it tumbles down the stairs.
*As you wish, king*
The Blacklight turns to leave, but stops. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." It continues, heading for the courtyard.
Mezzoni stands at the top of the stairwell, his eyes narrowed. "I don't think you are..." his voice angry, cold. "You know the rules."
*ok sorry if I already introed, but I can't find it so I'm gonna intro again.*
A small whit harengon hops slowly down the corridor, with one hand on the wall, muttering to himself. His eyes are red and bloodshot, and he is twitching constantly.
An assistant walks with it, keeping an eye on them.
*ok sorry if I already introed, but I can't find it so I'm gonna intro again.*
A small whit harengon hops slowly down the corridor, with one hand on the wall, muttering to himself. His eyes are red and bloodshot, and he is twitching constantly.
An assistant walks with it, keeping an eye on them.
The Harengon's eyes dart over to the assistant multiple times. After a very brief pause, it runs ahead as fast as it can.
The Blacklight turns to leave, but stops. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." It continues, heading for the courtyard.
Mezzoni stands at the top of the stairwell, his eyes narrowed. "I don't think you are..." his voice angry, cold. "You know the rules."
"And you know your powers don't work on me. Don't narrow your eyes lack that, you'll get wrinkles, and that would look far too pretty on a being like yourself."
*ok sorry if I already introed, but I can't find it so I'm gonna intro again.*
A small whit harengon hops slowly down the corridor, with one hand on the wall, muttering to himself. His eyes are red and bloodshot, and he is twitching constantly.
An assistant walks with it, keeping an eye on them.
The Harengon's eyes dart over to the assistant multiple times. After a very brief pause, it runs ahead as fast as it can.
It seems to keep in time with the harengon, following behind it closely.
The Blacklight turns to leave, but stops. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." It continues, heading for the courtyard.
Mezzoni stands at the top of the stairwell, his eyes narrowed. "I don't think you are..." his voice angry, cold. "You know the rules."
"And you know your powers don't work on me. Don't narrow your eyes lack that, you'll get wrinkles, and that would look far too pretty on a being like yourself."
Mezzoni twitches and bares his perfect teeth. "Basement. Now. Before I decide to chain you down there and splay you open for the others to eat." He snarls.
*ok sorry if I already introed, but I can't find it so I'm gonna intro again.*
A small whit harengon hops slowly down the corridor, with one hand on the wall, muttering to himself. His eyes are red and bloodshot, and he is twitching constantly.
An assistant walks with it, keeping an eye on them.
The Harengon's eyes dart over to the assistant multiple times. After a very brief pause, it runs ahead as fast as it can.
It seems to keep in time with the harengon, following behind it closely.
The Harengon keeps saying to itself, "Gotta get away.... get away... get away!!!" He trips and falls and curls up into a ball, sobbing and whimpering.
Nicholas is still shaking. "Never wanted to hurt...just wanted to help.."
The old man stands up. "what comes and goes with these questions?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*As you wish, king*
The Blacklight turns to leave, but stops. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." It continues, heading for the courtyard.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ok sorry if I already introed, but I can't find it so I'm gonna intro again.*
A small whit harengon hops slowly down the corridor, with one hand on the wall, muttering to himself. His eyes are red and bloodshot, and he is twitching constantly.
Status: Treading the Threads Forever
Leo laughs. "Good good! Wonderful job!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I know you did." Mezzoni said, setting them down on the bed. "I have to go now. You are going to stay in here and rest."
It stays quiet this time.
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Nicholas nods meekly
"A headache." he then moves swiftly, as no old man should, and swings his cane at the nurse. Attack: 18 Damage: 22
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She giggles and bows playfully "thank you sir!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Mezzoni stands at the top of the stairwell, his eyes narrowed. "I don't think you are..." his voice angry, cold. "You know the rules."
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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An assistant walks with it, keeping an eye on them.
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π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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Leo clasps his gnarled old hands together. "Tell me my dear, how long have you been here?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mezzoni nods and disappears, locking the door behind him.
It is able to dodge the attack and opens its fanged mouth. Hit: 24. If it hits, it locks on to his rm and begins to drain blood rapidly.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
The Harengon's eyes dart over to the assistant multiple times. After a very brief pause, it runs ahead as fast as it can.
Status: Treading the Threads Forever
"And you know your powers don't work on me. Don't narrow your eyes lack that, you'll get wrinkles, and that would look far too pretty on a being like yourself."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Nicholas drifts off into an uneasy rest.
the old man dodges. "Gotta be as quick as a jackrabbit to catch me."
Attack: 19 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It seems to keep in time with the harengon, following behind it closely.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
"Ummm....silly do You-...thank you silly. About two days"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Mezzoni twitches and bares his perfect teeth. "Basement. Now. Before I decide to chain you down there and splay you open for the others to eat." He snarls.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
The Harengon keeps saying to itself, "Gotta get away.... get away... get away!!!" He trips and falls and curls up into a ball, sobbing and whimpering.
Status: Treading the Threads Forever
Mezzoni appears behind Leo and sighs "Leo, please. Stop whacking my assistants with your cane. They are doing their job."
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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"You'll soon find out this place is a living hell. Get out while you still can."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.