"Ah, ah, ah!" comes a voice from behind her. When she turns, there's a strange box with three legs and a black, shiny circle on the front and a man with his head covered behind it. There is a sudden, blinding flash, and the operator is gone, and a little piece of paper flutters to the ground where he stood.
She almost screams but slaps a hand over her mouth before it flies to her eyes to shield it from the bright light. She looks around, confused. "W-what?.." she looks at the piece of paper, picking it up.
Because I'll scrap you, If I have to...
The piece of paper looks like a beautiful, incredibly detailed drawing of her and her parents in a forest, or perhaps an orchard. They are all smiling.
The bottom of the picture reads Luci's Day on the Gut!
Luci holds the photo before dropping to her knees. She traces her finger over the outline of her parents face and sniffles, little tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
A man is sitting in the Whalebone Inn eating a raw fish, scales and all. He wears a tattered hat and ragged robes shorn off at the ankles. His age is difficult to determine, due in part to the black beard that hides most of his face. His features seem weathered, but his eyes shine with youthful energy. The oddest thing about the man is his right arm — rather than the humanoid arm one might expect, this man’s is an enormous crab-like pincer covered in barnacles and algae.
A beholder with a red coloration and pitch black eyes floats aboard. “This is it then?”
The man glances at the beholder. His eyes widen.
“I suppose you recognize me, dontcha?”
He draws his cutlass cautiously. “Not you specifically. But I know your kind. “
He does whatever the beholder variant of a facepalm is. “First rule of time travel, don’t interact with someone you know later. What kind of beholder trauma did you get then?”
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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
A man is sitting in the Whalebone Inn eating a raw fish, scales and all. He wears a tattered hat and ragged robes shorn off at the ankles. His age is difficult to determine, due in part to the black beard that hides most of his face. His features seem weathered, but his eyes shine with youthful energy. The oddest thing about the man is his right arm — rather than the humanoid arm one might expect, this man’s is an enormous crab-like pincer covered in barnacles and algae.
A beholder with a red coloration and pitch black eyes floats aboard. “This is it then?”
The man glances at the beholder. His eyes widen.
“I suppose you recognize me, dontcha?”
He draws his cutlass cautiously. “Not you specifically. But I know your kind. “
He does whatever the beholder variant of a facepalm is. “First rule of time travel, don’t interact with someone you know later. What kind of beholder trauma did you get then?”
“Time travel?” He prepares to stab the beholder if it does anything suspicious. “Keep your foul magic away from me.”
The piece of paper looks like a beautiful, incredibly detailed drawing of her and her parents in a forest, or perhaps an orchard. They are all smiling.
The bottom of the picture reads Luci's Day on the Gut!
Luci holds the photo before dropping to her knees. She traces her finger over the outline of her parents face and sniffles, little tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
Back to the drawing board...
A second flash, and another photo drops from the machine.
It's her, kneeling and crying. It is taken from a distance, and in the foreground is a man in white, mostly out of frame. No expressive body language. He's just... there.
The text reads I'm Trying in the same flowery font.
A man is sitting in the Whalebone Inn eating a raw fish, scales and all. He wears a tattered hat and ragged robes shorn off at the ankles. His age is difficult to determine, due in part to the black beard that hides most of his face. His features seem weathered, but his eyes shine with youthful energy. The oddest thing about the man is his right arm — rather than the humanoid arm one might expect, this man’s is an enormous crab-like pincer covered in barnacles and algae.
A beholder with a red coloration and pitch black eyes floats aboard. “This is it then?”
The man glances at the beholder. His eyes widen.
“I suppose you recognize me, dontcha?”
He draws his cutlass cautiously. “Not you specifically. But I know your kind. “
He does whatever the beholder variant of a facepalm is. “First rule of time travel, don’t interact with someone you know later. What kind of beholder trauma did you get then?”
“Time travel?” He prepares to stab the beholder if it does anything suspicious. “Keep your foul magic away from me.”
“Only as long as you keep your blades out of me.”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
The piece of paper looks like a beautiful, incredibly detailed drawing of her and her parents in a forest, or perhaps an orchard. They are all smiling.
The bottom of the picture reads Luci's Day on the Gut!
Luci holds the photo before dropping to her knees. She traces her finger over the outline of her parents face and sniffles, little tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
Back to the drawing board...
A second flash, and another photo drops from the machine.
It's her, kneeling and crying. It is taken from a distance, and in the foreground is a man in white, mostly out of frame. No expressive body language. He's just... there.
The text reads I'm Trying in the same flowery font.
*GTG for dinner!*
She picks it up, wiping away tears. She examines the photo before looking around the tree line. She pulls an old ink pen from her pocket and writes on the back of the photo.
A man is sitting in the Whalebone Inn eating a raw fish, scales and all. He wears a tattered hat and ragged robes shorn off at the ankles. His age is difficult to determine, due in part to the black beard that hides most of his face. His features seem weathered, but his eyes shine with youthful energy. The oddest thing about the man is his right arm — rather than the humanoid arm one might expect, this man’s is an enormous crab-like pincer covered in barnacles and algae.
A beholder with a red coloration and pitch black eyes floats aboard. “This is it then?”
The man glances at the beholder. His eyes widen.
“I suppose you recognize me, dontcha?”
He draws his cutlass cautiously. “Not you specifically. But I know your kind. “
He does whatever the beholder variant of a facepalm is. “First rule of time travel, don’t interact with someone you know later. What kind of beholder trauma did you get then?”
“Time travel?” He prepares to stab the beholder if it does anything suspicious. “Keep your foul magic away from me.”
*WOW. I kinda wanna play a crew member, but then again I don’t just wanna play a regular crew member… uhh I’ll figure something out.*
*(Grabs you)*
*Join*
*alright uhh choose between these two options for me*
*a cannibal hag sort of monster from the lower decks that feeds off of joy- and joyful people*
*or a fallen star kid, like the concept art for wish, that is really determined to make other people really happy. Everyone, and everything. Including monsters.*
*WOW. I kinda wanna play a crew member, but then again I don’t just wanna play a regular crew member… uhh I’ll figure something out.*
*(Grabs you)*
*Join*
*alright uhh choose between these two options for me*
*a cannibal hag sort of monster from the lower decks that feeds off of joy- and joyful people*
*or a fallen star kid, like the concept art for wish, that is really determined to make other people really happy. Everyone, and everything. Including monsters.*
*WOW. I kinda wanna play a crew member, but then again I don’t just wanna play a regular crew member… uhh I’ll figure something out.*
*(Grabs you)*
*Join*
*alright uhh choose between these two options for me*
*a cannibal hag sort of monster from the lower decks that feeds off of joy- and joyful people*
*or a fallen star kid, like the concept art for wish, that is really determined to make other people really happy. Everyone, and everything. Including monsters.*
*WOW. I kinda wanna play a crew member, but then again I don’t just wanna play a regular crew member… uhh I’ll figure something out.*
*(Grabs you)*
*Join*
*alright uhh choose between these two options for me*
*a cannibal hag sort of monster from the lower decks that feeds off of joy- and joyful people*
*or a fallen star kid, like the concept art for wish, that is really determined to make other people really happy. Everyone, and everything. Including monsters.*
* H A G. I ENJOY THAT IDEA IMMENSELY.*
*alrighty time to use my homebrew monster! The Carousel hag!*
Something is stalking around the top deck (basically anywhere people are, like the whalebone inn) like a tiger stalking prey. It’s a human-… probably. She has a kind face with an unnatural smile and cold, dead eyes simultaneously kind and warm. Her nails are made of iron and are sharpened like knives, and she is unnaturally tall, over seven and a half feet. She wears a flowing dress made of fine silk, blue with sunflower patterns, that are tattered at the very end and stitched together with cobwebs. In her hands she carries a cane, topped with a golden apple, ending with a sharp point. She is ignored by most people, but PCs notice a malicious glint in her eyes as she sits down at a table and begins to stare directly at some human passing by, drawing a rune in the air with one hand.
*WOW. I kinda wanna play a crew member, but then again I don’t just wanna play a regular crew member… uhh I’ll figure something out.*
*(Grabs you)*
*Join*
*alright uhh choose between these two options for me*
*a cannibal hag sort of monster from the lower decks that feeds off of joy- and joyful people*
*or a fallen star kid, like the concept art for wish, that is really determined to make other people really happy. Everyone, and everything. Including monsters.*
* H A G. I ENJOY THAT IDEA IMMENSELY.*
*alrighty time to use my homebrew monster! The Carousel hag!*
Something is stalking around the top deck (basically anywhere people are, like the whalebone inn) like a tiger stalking prey. It’s a human-… probably. She has a kind face with an unnatural smile and cold, dead eyes simultaneously kind and warm. Her nails are made of iron and are sharpened like knives, and she is unnaturally tall, over seven and a half feet. She wears a flowing dress made of fine silk, blue with sunflower patterns, that are tattered at the very end and stitched together with cobwebs. In her hands she carries a cane, topped with a golden apple, ending with a sharp point. She is ignored by most people, but PCs notice a malicious glint in her eyes as she sits down at a table and begins to stare directly at some human passing by, drawing a rune in the air with one hand.
*WOW. I kinda wanna play a crew member, but then again I don’t just wanna play a regular crew member… uhh I’ll figure something out.*
*(Grabs you)*
*Join*
*alright uhh choose between these two options for me*
*a cannibal hag sort of monster from the lower decks that feeds off of joy- and joyful people*
*or a fallen star kid, like the concept art for wish, that is really determined to make other people really happy. Everyone, and everything. Including monsters.*
* H A G. I ENJOY THAT IDEA IMMENSELY.*
*alrighty time to use my homebrew monster! The Carousel hag!*
Something is stalking around the top deck (basically anywhere people are, like the whalebone inn) like a tiger stalking prey. It’s a human-… probably. She has a kind face with an unnatural smile and cold, dead eyes simultaneously kind and warm. Her nails are made of iron and are sharpened like knives, and she is unnaturally tall, over seven and a half feet. She wears a flowing dress made of fine silk, blue with sunflower patterns, that are tattered at the very end and stitched together with cobwebs. In her hands she carries a cane, topped with a golden apple, ending with a sharp point. She is ignored by most people, but PCs notice a malicious glint in her eyes as she sits down at a table and begins to stare directly at some human passing by, drawing a rune in the air with one hand.
*ACK. IF LUCI WAS UPSTAIRS RIGHT NOW-*
*we could just pretend that the Carousel hag is on the level they’re on, she lives down there but stays on the top most of the time*
The piece of paper looks like a beautiful, incredibly detailed drawing of her and her parents in a forest, or perhaps an orchard. They are all smiling.
The bottom of the picture reads Luci's Day on the Gut!
Luci holds the photo before dropping to her knees. She traces her finger over the outline of her parents face and sniffles, little tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
Back to the drawing board...
A second flash, and another photo drops from the machine.
It's her, kneeling and crying. It is taken from a distance, and in the foreground is a man in white, mostly out of frame. No expressive body language. He's just... there.
The text reads I'm Trying in the same flowery font.
*GTG for dinner!*
She picks it up, wiping away tears. She examines the photo before looking around the tree line. She pulls an old ink pen from her pocket and writes on the back of the photo.
'I'm sorry sir.'
*Huunger Satted*
A message writes itself on the photo. It's not your fault. I overreached.
A shadow looms over her. When she looks up, she's back on the top deck.
*WOW. I kinda wanna play a crew member, but then again I don’t just wanna play a regular crew member… uhh I’ll figure something out.*
*(Grabs you)*
*Join*
*alright uhh choose between these two options for me*
*a cannibal hag sort of monster from the lower decks that feeds off of joy- and joyful people*
*or a fallen star kid, like the concept art for wish, that is really determined to make other people really happy. Everyone, and everything. Including monsters.*
* H A G. I ENJOY THAT IDEA IMMENSELY.*
*alrighty time to use my homebrew monster! The Carousel hag!*
Something is stalking around the top deck (basically anywhere people are, like the whalebone inn) like a tiger stalking prey. It’s a human-… probably. She has a kind face with an unnatural smile and cold, dead eyes simultaneously kind and warm. Her nails are made of iron and are sharpened like knives, and she is unnaturally tall, over seven and a half feet. She wears a flowing dress made of fine silk, blue with sunflower patterns, that are tattered at the very end and stitched together with cobwebs. In her hands she carries a cane, topped with a golden apple, ending with a sharp point. She is ignored by most people, but PCs notice a malicious glint in her eyes as she sits down at a table and begins to stare directly at some human passing by, drawing a rune in the air with one hand.
*ACK. IF LUCI WAS UPSTAIRS RIGHT NOW-*
*we could just pretend that the Carousel hag is on the level they’re on, she lives down there but stays on the top most of the time*
The piece of paper looks like a beautiful, incredibly detailed drawing of her and her parents in a forest, or perhaps an orchard. They are all smiling.
The bottom of the picture reads Luci's Day on the Gut!
Luci holds the photo before dropping to her knees. She traces her finger over the outline of her parents face and sniffles, little tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
Back to the drawing board...
A second flash, and another photo drops from the machine.
It's her, kneeling and crying. It is taken from a distance, and in the foreground is a man in white, mostly out of frame. No expressive body language. He's just... there.
The text reads I'm Trying in the same flowery font.
*GTG for dinner!*
She picks it up, wiping away tears. She examines the photo before looking around the tree line. She pulls an old ink pen from her pocket and writes on the back of the photo.
'I'm sorry sir.'
*Huunger Satted*
A message writes itself on the photo. It's not your fault. I overreached.
A shadow looms over her. When she looks up, she's back on the top deck.
She blinked, getting used to the different change in lighting. She looks around and her face drops. She goes back over to the rug, looking under it again.
*WOW. I kinda wanna play a crew member, but then again I don’t just wanna play a regular crew member… uhh I’ll figure something out.*
*(Grabs you)*
*Join*
*alright uhh choose between these two options for me*
*a cannibal hag sort of monster from the lower decks that feeds off of joy- and joyful people*
*or a fallen star kid, like the concept art for wish, that is really determined to make other people really happy. Everyone, and everything. Including monsters.*
* H A G. I ENJOY THAT IDEA IMMENSELY.*
*alrighty time to use my homebrew monster! The Carousel hag!*
Something is stalking around the top deck (basically anywhere people are, like the whalebone inn) like a tiger stalking prey. It’s a human-… probably. She has a kind face with an unnatural smile and cold, dead eyes simultaneously kind and warm. Her nails are made of iron and are sharpened like knives, and she is unnaturally tall, over seven and a half feet. She wears a flowing dress made of fine silk, blue with sunflower patterns, that are tattered at the very end and stitched together with cobwebs. In her hands she carries a cane, topped with a golden apple, ending with a sharp point. She is ignored by most people, but PCs notice a malicious glint in her eyes as she sits down at a table and begins to stare directly at some human passing by, drawing a rune in the air with one hand.
*ACK. IF LUCI WAS UPSTAIRS RIGHT NOW-*
*we could just pretend that the Carousel hag is on the level they’re on, she lives down there but stays on the top most of the time*
*She is in the Forest Level.*
She watches the hag, tilting her head.
The hag suddenly notices her, before stopping the spell and looking directly towards her. She gets up and waves to Luci.
”Well hello there!” She says in a kind voice, her smile showing several sharp teeth.
*WOW. I kinda wanna play a crew member, but then again I don’t just wanna play a regular crew member… uhh I’ll figure something out.*
*(Grabs you)*
*Join*
*alright uhh choose between these two options for me*
*a cannibal hag sort of monster from the lower decks that feeds off of joy- and joyful people*
*or a fallen star kid, like the concept art for wish, that is really determined to make other people really happy. Everyone, and everything. Including monsters.*
* H A G. I ENJOY THAT IDEA IMMENSELY.*
*alrighty time to use my homebrew monster! The Carousel hag!*
Something is stalking around the top deck (basically anywhere people are, like the whalebone inn) like a tiger stalking prey. It’s a human-… probably. She has a kind face with an unnatural smile and cold, dead eyes simultaneously kind and warm. Her nails are made of iron and are sharpened like knives, and she is unnaturally tall, over seven and a half feet. She wears a flowing dress made of fine silk, blue with sunflower patterns, that are tattered at the very end and stitched together with cobwebs. In her hands she carries a cane, topped with a golden apple, ending with a sharp point. She is ignored by most people, but PCs notice a malicious glint in her eyes as she sits down at a table and begins to stare directly at some human passing by, drawing a rune in the air with one hand.
*ACK. IF LUCI WAS UPSTAIRS RIGHT NOW-*
*we could just pretend that the Carousel hag is on the level they’re on, she lives down there but stays on the top most of the time*
*She is in the Forest Level.*
She watches the hag, tilting her head.
The hag suddenly notices her, before stopping the spell and looking directly towards her. She gets up and waves to Luci.
”Well hello there!” She says in a kind voice, her smile showing several sharp teeth.
Luci looks up and fidgets with the hem of her dress. "Hello Ma'am.." she said politely
Luci holds the photo before dropping to her knees. She traces her finger over the outline of her parents face and sniffles, little tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
He does whatever the beholder variant of a facepalm is. “First rule of time travel, don’t interact with someone you know later. What kind of beholder trauma did you get then?”
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
“Time travel?” He prepares to stab the beholder if it does anything suspicious. “Keep your foul magic away from me.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Back to the drawing board...
A second flash, and another photo drops from the machine.
It's her, kneeling and crying. It is taken from a distance, and in the foreground is a man in white, mostly out of frame. No expressive body language. He's just... there.
The text reads I'm Trying in the same flowery font.
*GTG for dinner!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
“Only as long as you keep your blades out of me.”
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
She picks it up, wiping away tears. She examines the photo before looking around the tree line. She pulls an old ink pen from her pocket and writes on the back of the photo.
'I'm sorry sir.'
*E A T B A A L Z*
He scowls and sheaths the blade.
*Ditto. See yall later!*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*WOW. I kinda wanna play a crew member, but then again I don’t just wanna play a regular crew member… uhh I’ll figure something out.*
*(Grabs you)*
*Join*
*alright uhh choose between these two options for me*
*a cannibal hag sort of monster from the lower decks that feeds off of joy- and joyful people*
*or a fallen star kid, like the concept art for wish, that is really determined to make other people really happy. Everyone, and everything. Including monsters.*
* H A G. I ENJOY THAT IDEA IMMENSELY.*
*+1 to hag*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*alrighty time to use my homebrew monster! The Carousel hag!*
Something is stalking around the top deck (basically anywhere people are, like the whalebone inn) like a tiger stalking prey. It’s a human-… probably. She has a kind face with an unnatural smile and cold, dead eyes simultaneously kind and warm. Her nails are made of iron and are sharpened like knives, and she is unnaturally tall, over seven and a half feet. She wears a flowing dress made of fine silk, blue with sunflower patterns, that are tattered at the very end and stitched together with cobwebs. In her hands she carries a cane, topped with a golden apple, ending with a sharp point. She is ignored by most people, but PCs notice a malicious glint in her eyes as she sits down at a table and begins to stare directly at some human passing by, drawing a rune in the air with one hand.
*ACK. IF LUCI WAS UPSTAIRS RIGHT NOW-*
*we could just pretend that the Carousel hag is on the level they’re on, she lives down there but stays on the top most of the time*
*Huunger Satted*
A message writes itself on the photo.
It's not your fault. I overreached.
A shadow looms over her.
When she looks up, she's back on the top deck.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*She is in the Forest Level.*
She watches the hag, tilting her head.
She blinked, getting used to the different change in lighting. She looks around and her face drops. She goes back over to the rug, looking under it again.
The hag suddenly notices her, before stopping the spell and looking directly towards her. She gets up and waves to Luci.
”Well hello there!” She says in a kind voice, her smile showing several sharp teeth.
Luci looks up and fidgets with the hem of her dress. "Hello Ma'am.." she said politely