Deep within the alleys of Chicago is human, He has on his back a makeshift greatsword of sorts and the sign part of a stop sign hooked onto his back. He slowly walks around the alleys of Chicago, his eyes closed as he speaks some sort of prayer? His dark brown hair covered in a Dark Grey hood from his sweatshirt. Dark Blue jeans cover his legs and a face that has only a slight few scratch marks.
"Reckoner, Unholy Beings, or even loss souls. I pray for you."
His hands come together as he prays, his Voice slowly echoing through the streets and alleys.
"Glorious master, my refuge and salvation, your humble servant requires your aid. Illuminate me with your light so I might guide others in your name. I request this of you in your eternal presence, o brightest light. Favor me with your sacred warmth."
His words fill him with warmth and determination as he continues to pray and walk.
He sees a very muscular man floating around terrifying people left and right, he also throws people around not seeming to care about life in the slightest.
The Teen looks up, he sighs and clasps his hands together and begins to pray, he closes his eyes and slowly walks toward the Man. People brushing past as he barely swats an eye to them. "Illustrious God, beacon of my life, I come to you with a remorseful heart. One of your sheep has went astray, Their pride leading them to attack another in a moment of Power. Forgive them for their flaws, deliver them from evil. Discipline them as you see fit so they can return to a solemn and grateful life."
They slowly but surely continue to pray and walk toward the man.
The man turns hearing the prayers. He laughs "Puny man, do you expect your God to save you? I am God here. Worship me and I might just spare your life" he says in an obviously fake Russian accent.
The Teen stops the prayer and looks up at the man, he speaks with upmost certainty and absolute seriousness; "You shall not seek to have superiority over another, for all are equal below God. You shall atone for your mistakes and begin anew, you shall show that you wish to have redemption under our Gods Watchful eye." The Teen just stares at you intently, his gaze never wavering.
The man seems enraged by this. He raises his fist to strike the boy down "final offer. Bow or die" he has dropped the Russian accent.
(the man is suddenly thrown back by a powerful force that he cannot see) *intro-ing my character*
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
Deep within the alleys of Chicago is human, He has on his back a makeshift greatsword of sorts and the sign part of a stop sign hooked onto his back. He slowly walks around the alleys of Chicago, his eyes closed as he speaks some sort of prayer? His dark brown hair covered in a Dark Grey hood from his sweatshirt. Dark Blue jeans cover his legs and a face that has only a slight few scratch marks.
"Reckoner, Unholy Beings, or even loss souls. I pray for you."
His hands come together as he prays, his Voice slowly echoing through the streets and alleys.
"Glorious master, my refuge and salvation, your humble servant requires your aid. Illuminate me with your light so I might guide others in your name. I request this of you in your eternal presence, o brightest light. Favor me with your sacred warmth."
His words fill him with warmth and determination as he continues to pray and walk.
He sees a very muscular man floating around terrifying people left and right, he also throws people around not seeming to care about life in the slightest.
The Teen looks up, he sighs and clasps his hands together and begins to pray, he closes his eyes and slowly walks toward the Man. People brushing past as he barely swats an eye to them. "Illustrious God, beacon of my life, I come to you with a remorseful heart. One of your sheep has went astray, Their pride leading them to attack another in a moment of Power. Forgive them for their flaws, deliver them from evil. Discipline them as you see fit so they can return to a solemn and grateful life."
They slowly but surely continue to pray and walk toward the man.
The man turns hearing the prayers. He laughs "Puny man, do you expect your God to save you? I am God here. Worship me and I might just spare your life" he says in an obviously fake Russian accent.
The Teen stops the prayer and looks up at the man, he speaks with upmost certainty and absolute seriousness; "You shall not seek to have superiority over another, for all are equal below God. You shall atone for your mistakes and begin anew, you shall show that you wish to have redemption under our Gods Watchful eye." The Teen just stares at you intently, his gaze never wavering.
The man seems enraged by this. He raises his fist to strike the boy down "final offer. Bow or die" he has dropped the Russian accent.
The Teen still does not waver instead he now unclasp one of his hands and points at the Giant, judging him and speaking to him now. His own voice now becoming stern and unwavering.
"I do not fear death, I only fear that you have gone down a path that you cannot stray from! Do you truly believe killing me shall do something? You are no more than a corrupt warlord, you wish to be the best and you even call yourself such! You are cursed with the Sin of Pride, such prideful conduct has strayed you from your path. Now you believe that a empty threat scares me!? Killing me shall do nothing, Our Holy Savior shall simply send another one of his Sheep to try to guide you, There is no offer for me, your own offer is for you. It is not 'Bow or Die' it is now 'Repent for your sin or Taste Holy Fire from the Heavens' Which do you choose?" The Teen sits there his eyes still staring at him as he tells him this, The sentence is finished as he awaits your response.
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Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
Deep within the alleys of Chicago is human, He has on his back a makeshift greatsword of sorts and the sign part of a stop sign hooked onto his back. He slowly walks around the alleys of Chicago, his eyes closed as he speaks some sort of prayer? His dark brown hair covered in a Dark Grey hood from his sweatshirt. Dark Blue jeans cover his legs and a face that has only a slight few scratch marks.
"Reckoner, Unholy Beings, or even loss souls. I pray for you."
His hands come together as he prays, his Voice slowly echoing through the streets and alleys.
"Glorious master, my refuge and salvation, your humble servant requires your aid. Illuminate me with your light so I might guide others in your name. I request this of you in your eternal presence, o brightest light. Favor me with your sacred warmth."
His words fill him with warmth and determination as he continues to pray and walk.
He sees a very muscular man floating around terrifying people left and right, he also throws people around not seeming to care about life in the slightest.
The Teen looks up, he sighs and clasps his hands together and begins to pray, he closes his eyes and slowly walks toward the Man. People brushing past as he barely swats an eye to them. "Illustrious God, beacon of my life, I come to you with a remorseful heart. One of your sheep has went astray, Their pride leading them to attack another in a moment of Power. Forgive them for their flaws, deliver them from evil. Discipline them as you see fit so they can return to a solemn and grateful life."
They slowly but surely continue to pray and walk toward the man.
The man turns hearing the prayers. He laughs "Puny man, do you expect your God to save you? I am God here. Worship me and I might just spare your life" he says in an obviously fake Russian accent.
The Teen stops the prayer and looks up at the man, he speaks with upmost certainty and absolute seriousness; "You shall not seek to have superiority over another, for all are equal below God. You shall atone for your mistakes and begin anew, you shall show that you wish to have redemption under our Gods Watchful eye." The Teen just stares at you intently, his gaze never wavering.
The man seems enraged by this. He raises his fist to strike the boy down "final offer. Bow or die" he has dropped the Russian accent.
(the man is suddenly thrown back by a powerful force that he cannot see) *intro-ing my character*
"What the!!??" The man roars believing it to be the boy. He jumps toward him slamming down on him.
Attack: 59 (and before you say 'that's way to much strength' the power says 'double a score and the maximum for that score' or it should)
Edit: (I checked and it doesn't but it should. Imma change that next chance I get. Sorry)
Deep within the alleys of Chicago is human, He has on his back a makeshift greatsword of sorts and the sign part of a stop sign hooked onto his back. He slowly walks around the alleys of Chicago, his eyes closed as he speaks some sort of prayer? His dark brown hair covered in a Dark Grey hood from his sweatshirt. Dark Blue jeans cover his legs and a face that has only a slight few scratch marks.
"Reckoner, Unholy Beings, or even loss souls. I pray for you."
His hands come together as he prays, his Voice slowly echoing through the streets and alleys.
"Glorious master, my refuge and salvation, your humble servant requires your aid. Illuminate me with your light so I might guide others in your name. I request this of you in your eternal presence, o brightest light. Favor me with your sacred warmth."
His words fill him with warmth and determination as he continues to pray and walk.
He sees a very muscular man floating around terrifying people left and right, he also throws people around not seeming to care about life in the slightest.
The Teen looks up, he sighs and clasps his hands together and begins to pray, he closes his eyes and slowly walks toward the Man. People brushing past as he barely swats an eye to them. "Illustrious God, beacon of my life, I come to you with a remorseful heart. One of your sheep has went astray, Their pride leading them to attack another in a moment of Power. Forgive them for their flaws, deliver them from evil. Discipline them as you see fit so they can return to a solemn and grateful life."
They slowly but surely continue to pray and walk toward the man.
The man turns hearing the prayers. He laughs "Puny man, do you expect your God to save you? I am God here. Worship me and I might just spare your life" he says in an obviously fake Russian accent.
The Teen stops the prayer and looks up at the man, he speaks with upmost certainty and absolute seriousness; "You shall not seek to have superiority over another, for all are equal below God. You shall atone for your mistakes and begin anew, you shall show that you wish to have redemption under our Gods Watchful eye." The Teen just stares at you intently, his gaze never wavering.
The man seems enraged by this. He raises his fist to strike the boy down "final offer. Bow or die" he has dropped the Russian accent.
(the man is suddenly thrown back by a powerful force that he cannot see) *intro-ing my character*
"What the!!??" The man roars believing it to be the boy. He jumps toward him slamming down on him.
Attack: 59 (and before you say 'that's way to much strength' the power says 'double a score and the maximum for that score' or it should)
Edit: (I checked and it doesn't but it should. Imma change that next chance I get. Sorry)
*Ok, Roll your damage.*
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Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
Deep within the alleys of Chicago is human, He has on his back a makeshift greatsword of sorts and the sign part of a stop sign hooked onto his back. He slowly walks around the alleys of Chicago, his eyes closed as he speaks some sort of prayer? His dark brown hair covered in a Dark Grey hood from his sweatshirt. Dark Blue jeans cover his legs and a face that has only a slight few scratch marks.
"Reckoner, Unholy Beings, or even loss souls. I pray for you."
His hands come together as he prays, his Voice slowly echoing through the streets and alleys.
"Glorious master, my refuge and salvation, your humble servant requires your aid. Illuminate me with your light so I might guide others in your name. I request this of you in your eternal presence, o brightest light. Favor me with your sacred warmth."
His words fill him with warmth and determination as he continues to pray and walk.
He sees a very muscular man floating around terrifying people left and right, he also throws people around not seeming to care about life in the slightest.
The Teen looks up, he sighs and clasps his hands together and begins to pray, he closes his eyes and slowly walks toward the Man. People brushing past as he barely swats an eye to them. "Illustrious God, beacon of my life, I come to you with a remorseful heart. One of your sheep has went astray, Their pride leading them to attack another in a moment of Power. Forgive them for their flaws, deliver them from evil. Discipline them as you see fit so they can return to a solemn and grateful life."
They slowly but surely continue to pray and walk toward the man.
The man turns hearing the prayers. He laughs "Puny man, do you expect your God to save you? I am God here. Worship me and I might just spare your life" he says in an obviously fake Russian accent.
The Teen stops the prayer and looks up at the man, he speaks with upmost certainty and absolute seriousness; "You shall not seek to have superiority over another, for all are equal below God. You shall atone for your mistakes and begin anew, you shall show that you wish to have redemption under our Gods Watchful eye." The Teen just stares at you intently, his gaze never wavering.
The man seems enraged by this. He raises his fist to strike the boy down "final offer. Bow or die" he has dropped the Russian accent.
(the man is suddenly thrown back by a powerful force that he cannot see) *intro-ing my character*
"What the!!??" The man roars believing it to be the boy. He jumps toward him slamming down on him.
Attack: 59 (and before you say 'that's way to much strength' the power says 'double a score and the maximum for that score' or it should)
Edit: (I checked and it doesn't but it should. Imma change that next chance I get. Sorry)
*Ok, Roll your damage.*
(It's just 56 1+55)
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
Deep within the alleys of Chicago is human, He has on his back a makeshift greatsword of sorts and the sign part of a stop sign hooked onto his back. He slowly walks around the alleys of Chicago, his eyes closed as he speaks some sort of prayer? His dark brown hair covered in a Dark Grey hood from his sweatshirt. Dark Blue jeans cover his legs and a face that has only a slight few scratch marks.
"Reckoner, Unholy Beings, or even loss souls. I pray for you."
His hands come together as he prays, his Voice slowly echoing through the streets and alleys.
"Glorious master, my refuge and salvation, your humble servant requires your aid. Illuminate me with your light so I might guide others in your name. I request this of you in your eternal presence, o brightest light. Favor me with your sacred warmth."
His words fill him with warmth and determination as he continues to pray and walk.
He sees a very muscular man floating around terrifying people left and right, he also throws people around not seeming to care about life in the slightest.
The Teen looks up, he sighs and clasps his hands together and begins to pray, he closes his eyes and slowly walks toward the Man. People brushing past as he barely swats an eye to them. "Illustrious God, beacon of my life, I come to you with a remorseful heart. One of your sheep has went astray, Their pride leading them to attack another in a moment of Power. Forgive them for their flaws, deliver them from evil. Discipline them as you see fit so they can return to a solemn and grateful life."
They slowly but surely continue to pray and walk toward the man.
The man turns hearing the prayers. He laughs "Puny man, do you expect your God to save you? I am God here. Worship me and I might just spare your life" he says in an obviously fake Russian accent.
The Teen stops the prayer and looks up at the man, he speaks with upmost certainty and absolute seriousness; "You shall not seek to have superiority over another, for all are equal below God. You shall atone for your mistakes and begin anew, you shall show that you wish to have redemption under our Gods Watchful eye." The Teen just stares at you intently, his gaze never wavering.
The man seems enraged by this. He raises his fist to strike the boy down "final offer. Bow or die" he has dropped the Russian accent.
(the man is suddenly thrown back by a powerful force that he cannot see) *intro-ing my character*
"What the!!??" The man roars believing it to be the boy. He jumps toward him slamming down on him.
Attack: 59 (and before you say 'that's way to much strength' the power says 'double a score and the maximum for that score' or it should)
Edit: (I checked and it doesn't but it should. Imma change that next chance I get. Sorry)
*Ok, Roll your damage.*
(It's just 56 1+55)
*So I'm dead. And so is everyone. Like no Lvl 1 PC is surviving 56 damage. No Death Saving Throws I'm just DEAD Lol*
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Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
Deep within the alleys of Chicago is human, He has on his back a makeshift greatsword of sorts and the sign part of a stop sign hooked onto his back. He slowly walks around the alleys of Chicago, his eyes closed as he speaks some sort of prayer? His dark brown hair covered in a Dark Grey hood from his sweatshirt. Dark Blue jeans cover his legs and a face that has only a slight few scratch marks.
"Reckoner, Unholy Beings, or even loss souls. I pray for you."
His hands come together as he prays, his Voice slowly echoing through the streets and alleys.
"Glorious master, my refuge and salvation, your humble servant requires your aid. Illuminate me with your light so I might guide others in your name. I request this of you in your eternal presence, o brightest light. Favor me with your sacred warmth."
His words fill him with warmth and determination as he continues to pray and walk.
He sees a very muscular man floating around terrifying people left and right, he also throws people around not seeming to care about life in the slightest.
The Teen looks up, he sighs and clasps his hands together and begins to pray, he closes his eyes and slowly walks toward the Man. People brushing past as he barely swats an eye to them. "Illustrious God, beacon of my life, I come to you with a remorseful heart. One of your sheep has went astray, Their pride leading them to attack another in a moment of Power. Forgive them for their flaws, deliver them from evil. Discipline them as you see fit so they can return to a solemn and grateful life."
They slowly but surely continue to pray and walk toward the man.
The man turns hearing the prayers. He laughs "Puny man, do you expect your God to save you? I am God here. Worship me and I might just spare your life" he says in an obviously fake Russian accent.
The Teen stops the prayer and looks up at the man, he speaks with upmost certainty and absolute seriousness; "You shall not seek to have superiority over another, for all are equal below God. You shall atone for your mistakes and begin anew, you shall show that you wish to have redemption under our Gods Watchful eye." The Teen just stares at you intently, his gaze never wavering.
The man seems enraged by this. He raises his fist to strike the boy down "final offer. Bow or die" he has dropped the Russian accent.
(the man is suddenly thrown back by a powerful force that he cannot see) *intro-ing my character*
"What the!!??" The man roars believing it to be the boy. He jumps toward him slamming down on him.
Attack: 59 (and before you say 'that's way to much strength' the power says 'double a score and the maximum for that score' or it should)
Edit: (I checked and it doesn't but it should. Imma change that next chance I get. Sorry)
*Ok, Roll your damage.*
(It's just 56 1+55)
*So I'm dead. And so is everyone. Like no Lvl 1 PC is surviving 56 damage. No Death Saving Throws I'm just DEAD Lol*
(Well just wait fir carsirino, he is the one who nocked me back so he should defend you. Also i might change the ability boost to like +5 and +10 lol. Sorry. I am really failing at this RP. XD)
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
Deep within the alleys of Chicago is human, He has on his back a makeshift greatsword of sorts and the sign part of a stop sign hooked onto his back. He slowly walks around the alleys of Chicago, his eyes closed as he speaks some sort of prayer? His dark brown hair covered in a Dark Grey hood from his sweatshirt. Dark Blue jeans cover his legs and a face that has only a slight few scratch marks.
"Reckoner, Unholy Beings, or even loss souls. I pray for you."
His hands come together as he prays, his Voice slowly echoing through the streets and alleys.
"Glorious master, my refuge and salvation, your humble servant requires your aid. Illuminate me with your light so I might guide others in your name. I request this of you in your eternal presence, o brightest light. Favor me with your sacred warmth."
His words fill him with warmth and determination as he continues to pray and walk.
He sees a very muscular man floating around terrifying people left and right, he also throws people around not seeming to care about life in the slightest.
The Teen looks up, he sighs and clasps his hands together and begins to pray, he closes his eyes and slowly walks toward the Man. People brushing past as he barely swats an eye to them. "Illustrious God, beacon of my life, I come to you with a remorseful heart. One of your sheep has went astray, Their pride leading them to attack another in a moment of Power. Forgive them for their flaws, deliver them from evil. Discipline them as you see fit so they can return to a solemn and grateful life."
They slowly but surely continue to pray and walk toward the man.
The man turns hearing the prayers. He laughs "Puny man, do you expect your God to save you? I am God here. Worship me and I might just spare your life" he says in an obviously fake Russian accent.
The Teen stops the prayer and looks up at the man, he speaks with upmost certainty and absolute seriousness; "You shall not seek to have superiority over another, for all are equal below God. You shall atone for your mistakes and begin anew, you shall show that you wish to have redemption under our Gods Watchful eye." The Teen just stares at you intently, his gaze never wavering.
The man seems enraged by this. He raises his fist to strike the boy down "final offer. Bow or die" he has dropped the Russian accent.
(the man is suddenly thrown back by a powerful force that he cannot see) *intro-ing my character*
"What the!!??" The man roars believing it to be the boy. He jumps toward him slamming down on him.
Attack: 59 (and before you say 'that's way to much strength' the power says 'double a score and the maximum for that score' or it should)
Edit: (I checked and it doesn't but it should. Imma change that next chance I get. Sorry)
*Ok, Roll your damage.*
(It's just 56 1+55)
*So I'm dead. And so is everyone. Like no Lvl 1 PC is surviving 56 damage. No Death Saving Throws I'm just DEAD Lol*
(Well just wait fir carsirino, he is the one who nocked me back so he should defend you. Also i might change the ability boost to like +5 and +10 lol. Sorry. I am really failing at this RP. XD)
It's not a Failure, I'm just saying don't expect a Level 1 PC who AT MAX should have like 13 HP to survive 56 Damage. The idea is good it just needs refining.*
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Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
Deep within the alleys of Chicago is human, He has on his back a makeshift greatsword of sorts and the sign part of a stop sign hooked onto his back. He slowly walks around the alleys of Chicago, his eyes closed as he speaks some sort of prayer? His dark brown hair covered in a Dark Grey hood from his sweatshirt. Dark Blue jeans cover his legs and a face that has only a slight few scratch marks.
"Reckoner, Unholy Beings, or even loss souls. I pray for you."
His hands come together as he prays, his Voice slowly echoing through the streets and alleys.
"Glorious master, my refuge and salvation, your humble servant requires your aid. Illuminate me with your light so I might guide others in your name. I request this of you in your eternal presence, o brightest light. Favor me with your sacred warmth."
His words fill him with warmth and determination as he continues to pray and walk.
He sees a very muscular man floating around terrifying people left and right, he also throws people around not seeming to care about life in the slightest.
The Teen looks up, he sighs and clasps his hands together and begins to pray, he closes his eyes and slowly walks toward the Man. People brushing past as he barely swats an eye to them. "Illustrious God, beacon of my life, I come to you with a remorseful heart. One of your sheep has went astray, Their pride leading them to attack another in a moment of Power. Forgive them for their flaws, deliver them from evil. Discipline them as you see fit so they can return to a solemn and grateful life."
They slowly but surely continue to pray and walk toward the man.
The man turns hearing the prayers. He laughs "Puny man, do you expect your God to save you? I am God here. Worship me and I might just spare your life" he says in an obviously fake Russian accent.
The Teen stops the prayer and looks up at the man, he speaks with upmost certainty and absolute seriousness; "You shall not seek to have superiority over another, for all are equal below God. You shall atone for your mistakes and begin anew, you shall show that you wish to have redemption under our Gods Watchful eye." The Teen just stares at you intently, his gaze never wavering.
The man seems enraged by this. He raises his fist to strike the boy down "final offer. Bow or die" he has dropped the Russian accent.
(the man is suddenly thrown back by a powerful force that he cannot see) *intro-ing my character*
"What the!!??" The man roars believing it to be the boy. He jumps toward him slamming down on him.
Attack: 59 (and before you say 'that's way to much strength' the power says 'double a score and the maximum for that score' or it should)
Edit: (I checked and it doesn't but it should. Imma change that next chance I get. Sorry)
*Ok, Roll your damage.*
(It's just 56 1+55)
*So I'm dead. And so is everyone. Like no Lvl 1 PC is surviving 56 damage. No Death Saving Throws I'm just DEAD Lol*
(Well just wait fir carsirino, he is the one who nocked me back so he should defend you. Also i might change the ability boost to like +5 and +10 lol. Sorry. I am really failing at this RP. XD)
It's not a Failure, I'm just saying don't expect a Level 1 PC who AT MAX should have like 13 HP to survive 56 Damage. The idea is good it just needs refining.*
(a vise like grip restrains the big man before the blow lands)
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*also don't forget, there are good guy Epics here too >:D*
A small gnomish man with a strange blue glowing energy stumbles around and sees the big man about to punch the smaller faith-y man, casts Death Ward on the guy. His own shield sparks to life around him as he casts the protective spell on the smaller person.
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(and then the figure *Vittoria* appears, smashing the man in the face twice)
To Hit x2
20
17
Damage: 32 each
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
Deep within the alleys of Chicago is human, He has on his back a makeshift greatsword of sorts and the sign part of a stop sign hooked onto his back. He slowly walks around the alleys of Chicago, his eyes closed as he speaks some sort of prayer? His dark brown hair covered in a Dark Grey hood from his sweatshirt. Dark Blue jeans cover his legs and a face that has only a slight few scratch marks.
"Reckoner, Unholy Beings, or even loss souls. I pray for you."
His hands come together as he prays, his Voice slowly echoing through the streets and alleys.
"Glorious master, my refuge and salvation, your humble servant requires your aid. Illuminate me with your light so I might guide others in your name. I request this of you in your eternal presence, o brightest light. Favor me with your sacred warmth."
His words fill him with warmth and determination as he continues to pray and walk.
He sees a very muscular man floating around terrifying people left and right, he also throws people around not seeming to care about life in the slightest.
The Teen looks up, he sighs and clasps his hands together and begins to pray, he closes his eyes and slowly walks toward the Man. People brushing past as he barely swats an eye to them. "Illustrious God, beacon of my life, I come to you with a remorseful heart. One of your sheep has went astray, Their pride leading them to attack another in a moment of Power. Forgive them for their flaws, deliver them from evil. Discipline them as you see fit so they can return to a solemn and grateful life."
They slowly but surely continue to pray and walk toward the man.
The man turns hearing the prayers. He laughs "Puny man, do you expect your God to save you? I am God here. Worship me and I might just spare your life" he says in an obviously fake Russian accent.
The Teen stops the prayer and looks up at the man, he speaks with upmost certainty and absolute seriousness; "You shall not seek to have superiority over another, for all are equal below God. You shall atone for your mistakes and begin anew, you shall show that you wish to have redemption under our Gods Watchful eye." The Teen just stares at you intently, his gaze never wavering.
The man seems enraged by this. He raises his fist to strike the boy down "final offer. Bow or die" he has dropped the Russian accent.
(the man is suddenly thrown back by a powerful force that he cannot see) *intro-ing my character*
"What the!!??" The man roars believing it to be the boy. He jumps toward him slamming down on him.
Attack: 59 (and before you say 'that's way to much strength' the power says 'double a score and the maximum for that score' or it should)
Edit: (I checked and it doesn't but it should. Imma change that next chance I get. Sorry)
*Ok, Roll your damage.*
(It's just 56 1+55)
*So I'm dead. And so is everyone. Like no Lvl 1 PC is surviving 56 damage. No Death Saving Throws I'm just DEAD Lol*
(Well just wait fir carsirino, he is the one who nocked me back so he should defend you. Also i might change the ability boost to like +5 and +10 lol. Sorry. I am really failing at this RP. XD)
It's not a Failure, I'm just saying don't expect a Level 1 PC who AT MAX should have like 13 HP to survive 56 Damage. The idea is good it just needs refining.*
(a vise like grip restrains the big man before the blow lands)
*also how the heck did you get a +55? With quadrupled, my I telligemce is still only +29*
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
*btw all my damage so far has been Subdue damage, not lethal*
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*also don't forget, there are good guy Epics here too >:D*
A small gnomish man with a strange blue glowing energy stumbles around and sees the big man about to punch the smaller faith-y man, casts Death Ward on the guy. His own shield sparks to life around him as he casts the protective spell on the smaller person.
August, a sickly pale 4 and half foot tall adult human is watching from the sidelines. A couple of zombies are next to him.
*also don't forget, there are good guy Epics here too >:D*
A small gnomish man with a strange blue glowing energy stumbles around and sees the big man about to punch the smaller faith-y man, casts Death Ward on the guy. His own shield sparks to life around him as he casts the protective spell on the smaller person.
August, a sickly pale 4 and half foot tall adult human is watching from the sidelines. A couple of zombies are next to him.
he smiles and waves at the gnome.
He shudders at the sight and takes an unconscious step back.
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
*i have 64 Strength, i forgot about the fact that i cant be dealt damage, so im switching my CON doubling to Strength*
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
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(the man is suddenly thrown back by a powerful force that he cannot see) *intro-ing my character*
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
The Teen still does not waver instead he now unclasp one of his hands and points at the Giant, judging him and speaking to him now. His own voice now becoming stern and unwavering.
"I do not fear death, I only fear that you have gone down a path that you cannot stray from! Do you truly believe killing me shall do something? You are no more than a corrupt warlord, you wish to be the best and you even call yourself such! You are cursed with the Sin of Pride, such prideful conduct has strayed you from your path. Now you believe that a empty threat scares me!? Killing me shall do nothing, Our Holy Savior shall simply send another one of his Sheep to try to guide you, There is no offer for me, your own offer is for you. It is not 'Bow or Die' it is now 'Repent for your sin or Taste Holy Fire from the Heavens' Which do you choose?" The Teen sits there his eyes still staring at him as he tells him this, The sentence is finished as he awaits your response.
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
"What the!!??" The man roars believing it to be the boy. He jumps toward him slamming down on him.
Attack: 59 (and before you say 'that's way to much strength' the power says 'double a score and the maximum for that score' or it should)
Edit: (I checked and it doesn't but it should. Imma change that next chance I get. Sorry)
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
*Ok, Roll your damage.*
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
(It's just 56 1+55)
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
*So I'm dead. And so is everyone. Like no Lvl 1 PC is surviving 56 damage. No Death Saving Throws I'm just DEAD Lol*
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
(Well just wait fir carsirino, he is the one who nocked me back so he should defend you. Also i might change the ability boost to like +5 and +10 lol. Sorry. I am really failing at this RP. XD)
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
It's not a Failure, I'm just saying don't expect a Level 1 PC who AT MAX should have like 13 HP to survive 56 Damage. The idea is good it just needs refining.*
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
(a vise like grip restrains the big man before the blow lands)
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
^^^^^^^
Hold Person
make a Wis 22 save
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*also don't forget, there are good guy Epics here too >:D*
A small gnomish man with a strange blue glowing energy stumbles around and sees the big man about to punch the smaller faith-y man, casts Death Ward on the guy. His own shield sparks to life around him as he casts the protective spell on the smaller person.
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
(and then the figure *Vittoria* appears, smashing the man in the face twice)
To Hit x2
20
17
Damage: 32 each
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*also how the heck did you get a +55? With quadrupled, my I telligemce is still only +29*
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
*btw all my damage so far has been Subdue damage, not lethal*
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
August, a sickly pale 4 and half foot tall adult human is watching from the sidelines. A couple of zombies are next to him.
he smiles and waves at the gnome.
He shudders at the sight and takes an unconscious step back.
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
*i have 64 Strength, i forgot about the fact that i cant be dealt damage, so im switching my CON doubling to Strength*
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl