He winces, seemingly apologetically “I don’t want to be a bother, but as long as I remain on my feet, I cannot allow that. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with you now, as I do find myself liking you, despite your words, but perhaps we could settle this another time? If you would be so inclined.”
He winces, seemingly apologetically “I don’t want to be a bother, but as long as I remain on my feet, I cannot allow that. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with you now, as I do find myself liking you, despite your words, but perhaps we could settle this another time? If you would be so inclined.”
“Oh, of course…” she says, doing a little bow. “Of course, i still need time to rehearse my Terribilus Opus.”
He winces, seemingly apologetically “I don’t want to be a bother, but as long as I remain on my feet, I cannot allow that. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with you now, as I do find myself liking you, despite your words, but perhaps we could settle this another time? If you would be so inclined.”
“Oh, of course…” she says, doing a little bow. “Of course, i still need time to rehearse my Terribilus Opus.”
“Do you mind if I listen to you play such a masterpiece?” He asks, sitting down in a nearby rock, “I promise not to be a disturbance.”
He winces, seemingly apologetically “I don’t want to be a bother, but as long as I remain on my feet, I cannot allow that. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with you now, as I do find myself liking you, despite your words, but perhaps we could settle this another time? If you would be so inclined.”
“Oh, of course…” she says, doing a little bow. “Of course, i still need time to rehearse my Terribilus Opus.”
“Do you mind if I listen to you play such a masterpiece?” He asks, sitting down in a nearby rock, “I promise not to be a disturbance.”
“Hm… I suppose.”
the world quiets, and she plays her first note as the sky dims and a spotlight appears above her. The masterpiece she plays is nothing short of haunting to the core, shaking Eithan’s very bones. Suddenly, there is a rapid succession of terrifying, extremely fast notes, and on beat with each of them, a nearby combatant drops dead. Magic in the area seems to start to unravel and dispel itself, and the silence between each of her noted grows more and more unsettlingly quiet.
*I do not know your characters here, but my only character is that avatar of myself I was talking about earlier. He only has Star Spawn Emissary stats right now since I couldn't come up with a good gimmick for his mechanics. His theme is that he's an invasive species born from the collective nightmares of the multiverse. He wants to be a hero, but he has above apocalyptic levels of power (canonically) at the cost of having a hard time physically manifesting due to being... you know, made of nightmares. Millions of his kind are smeared all over a sort of intermediary plane, unable to fully manifest without dying or causing massive damage.*
*He basically pulls them through forcefully and uses them as weapons and summons. He's sort of a highly specific summoner/fleshsmith.*
*ooohoohooohh, that’s really fun. I’m not sure what character I should use… how about a dark power-esque spider lady manifestation of the concept of addiction and control?*
*Curious. I'd like to try that.*
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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.
"And so the other you wants to... hurt you? But it was given to you by the divine?" His fingers twitch.
“That is the complex nature of gods, I do not know why the other was given to me, but I dare not doubt, lest the second chance I was given be taken.”
"Hmm." He sits up again and straightens his 'tie.' "I don't like that. Why does this other being desire to cause harm to you?"
“That I do not know, sometimes I go to sleep, when I wake up, people are dead, or glass is in my shoes, or I’m in another person’s bed, their behavior seems without purpose. Like there is another life within my own.”
He winces, seemingly apologetically “I don’t want to be a bother, but as long as I remain on my feet, I cannot allow that. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with you now, as I do find myself liking you, despite your words, but perhaps we could settle this another time? If you would be so inclined.”
“Oh, of course…” she says, doing a little bow. “Of course, i still need time to rehearse my Terribilus Opus.”
“Do you mind if I listen to you play such a masterpiece?” He asks, sitting down in a nearby rock, “I promise not to be a disturbance.”
“Hm… I suppose.”
the world quiets, and she plays her first note as the sky dims and a spotlight appears above her. The masterpiece she plays is nothing short of haunting to the core, shaking Eithan’s very bones. Suddenly, there is a rapid succession of terrifying, extremely fast notes, and on beat with each of them, a nearby combatant drops dead. Magic in the area seems to start to unravel and dispel itself, and the silence between each of her noted grows more and more unsettlingly quiet.
He closes his eyes as he enjoys each note, the flickering light of the Moon suddenly dims as the silver of his armor, his blade, and his hair suddenly begin to change, they become a stark and endless black color, and when he opens his eyes, the friendly demeanor seems to have faded, replaced by an darkness, but only for a flicker. A moment later, Eithan is himself once more.
*I do not know your characters here, but my only character is that avatar of myself I was talking about earlier. He only has Star Spawn Emissary stats right now since I couldn't come up with a good gimmick for his mechanics. His theme is that he's an invasive species born from the collective nightmares of the multiverse. He wants to be a hero, but he has above apocalyptic levels of power (canonically) at the cost of having a hard time physically manifesting due to being... you know, made of nightmares. Millions of his kind are smeared all over a sort of intermediary plane, unable to fully manifest without dying or causing massive damage.*
*He basically pulls them through forcefully and uses them as weapons and summons. He's sort of a highly specific summoner/fleshsmith.*
*ooohoohooohh, that’s really fun. I’m not sure what character I should use… how about a dark power-esque spider lady manifestation of the concept of addiction and control?*
He winces, seemingly apologetically “I don’t want to be a bother, but as long as I remain on my feet, I cannot allow that. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with you now, as I do find myself liking you, despite your words, but perhaps we could settle this another time? If you would be so inclined.”
“Oh, of course…” she says, doing a little bow. “Of course, i still need time to rehearse my Terribilus Opus.”
“Do you mind if I listen to you play such a masterpiece?” He asks, sitting down in a nearby rock, “I promise not to be a disturbance.”
“Hm… I suppose.”
the world quiets, and she plays her first note as the sky dims and a spotlight appears above her. The masterpiece she plays is nothing short of haunting to the core, shaking Eithan’s very bones. Suddenly, there is a rapid succession of terrifying, extremely fast notes, and on beat with each of them, a nearby combatant drops dead. Magic in the area seems to start to unravel and dispel itself, and the silence between each of her noted grows more and more unsettlingly quiet.
He closes his eyes as he enjoys each note, the flickering light of the Moon suddenly dims as the silver of his armor, his blade, and his hair suddenly begin to change, they become a stark and endless black color, and when he opens his eyes, the friendly demeanor seems to have faded, replaced by an darkness, but only for a flicker. A moment later, Eithan is himself once more.
Lady Lovelace glances at him curiously, just finishing the piece. “You… flickered. Like a light. How curious…”
He winces, seemingly apologetically “I don’t want to be a bother, but as long as I remain on my feet, I cannot allow that. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with you now, as I do find myself liking you, despite your words, but perhaps we could settle this another time? If you would be so inclined.”
“Oh, of course…” she says, doing a little bow. “Of course, i still need time to rehearse my Terribilus Opus.”
“Do you mind if I listen to you play such a masterpiece?” He asks, sitting down in a nearby rock, “I promise not to be a disturbance.”
“Hm… I suppose.”
the world quiets, and she plays her first note as the sky dims and a spotlight appears above her. The masterpiece she plays is nothing short of haunting to the core, shaking Eithan’s very bones. Suddenly, there is a rapid succession of terrifying, extremely fast notes, and on beat with each of them, a nearby combatant drops dead. Magic in the area seems to start to unravel and dispel itself, and the silence between each of her noted grows more and more unsettlingly quiet.
He closes his eyes as he enjoys each note, the flickering light of the Moon suddenly dims as the silver of his armor, his blade, and his hair suddenly begin to change, they become a stark and endless black color, and when he opens his eyes, the friendly demeanor seems to have faded, replaced by an darkness, but only for a flicker. A moment later, Eithan is himself once more.
Lady Lovelace glances at him curiously, just finishing the piece. “You… flickered. Like a light. How curious…”
He smiles back at them, shaking his head, “All lights have darkness, and all truth hides a few secrets.” He says, making sure to leave things as vague as he can while still keeping his charismatic demeanor.
"Hmm." He sits up again and straightens his 'tie.' "I don't like that. Why does this other being desire to cause harm to you?"
“That I do not know, sometimes I go to sleep, when I wake up, people are dead, or glass is in my shoes, or I’m in another person’s bed, their behavior seems without purpose. Like there is another life within my own.”
"Well, could I talk to h-"
Time seems to freeze. Voices whisper in Eithan's head. Don't make him mad. There is nothing on this earth or in any heaven or hell you can imagine worth invoking his wrath. The mess of flesh that Stigmata left behind seems to be the source. Please. Please don't make him angry. Nothing is worth this. The corpses within begin getting up and get to him despite time being seemingly frozen. We were his brethren. He did this to his family. Nothing is worth the risk...
Time resumes. The bodies haven't moved from their spot.
"-im? Maybe I could glean some understanding."
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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.
"Hmm." He sits up again and straightens his 'tie.' "I don't like that. Why does this other being desire to cause harm to you?"
“That I do not know, sometimes I go to sleep, when I wake up, people are dead, or glass is in my shoes, or I’m in another person’s bed, their behavior seems without purpose. Like there is another life within my own.”
"Well, could I talk to h-"
Time seems to freeze. Voices whisper in Eithan's head. Don't make him mad. There is nothing on this earth or in any heaven or hell you can imagine worth invoking his wrath. The mess of flesh that Stigmata left behind seems to be the source. Please. Please don't make him angry. Nothing is worth this. The corpses within begin getting up and get to him despite time being seemingly frozen. We were his brethren. He did this to his family. Nothing is worth the risk...
Time resumes. The bodies haven't moved from their spot.
"-im? Maybe I could glean some understanding."
“I don’t believe I can bring him out through will, but I can try.” Stigmata can tell, from the look in his eyes alone, the first time, something seems to have shaken Eithan, though he’s able to shrug it off quickly. He closes his eyes, and for a moment, his armor, blade and hair lose their silver glow, turning black as a lightless sky, and their eyes with it, his friendly demeanor fading.
Stigmata is dancing through the woods, singing. Lesser warriors that attack him usually end up in festering chunks after he touches them, their very souls rupturing as their Dark Energy is ripped out. Those who survive find no reason to fight, and are usually killed by the other combatants.
"Can't you see the heavens are falling, falling down! And they bleed, the angels all crawling, crawling, out! I don't care, if it hurts, I don't care! Go down with the world, when it burns, that don't scare me! And I'll hear, the prayers to God then, God then, When the sky falls down!"
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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.
He winces, seemingly apologetically “I don’t want to be a bother, but as long as I remain on my feet, I cannot allow that. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with you now, as I do find myself liking you, despite your words, but perhaps we could settle this another time? If you would be so inclined.”
“Oh, of course…” she says, doing a little bow. “Of course, i still need time to rehearse my Terribilus Opus.”
“Do you mind if I listen to you play such a masterpiece?” He asks, sitting down in a nearby rock, “I promise not to be a disturbance.”
“Hm… I suppose.”
the world quiets, and she plays her first note as the sky dims and a spotlight appears above her. The masterpiece she plays is nothing short of haunting to the core, shaking Eithan’s very bones. Suddenly, there is a rapid succession of terrifying, extremely fast notes, and on beat with each of them, a nearby combatant drops dead. Magic in the area seems to start to unravel and dispel itself, and the silence between each of her noted grows more and more unsettlingly quiet.
He closes his eyes as he enjoys each note, the flickering light of the Moon suddenly dims as the silver of his armor, his blade, and his hair suddenly begin to change, they become a stark and endless black color, and when he opens his eyes, the friendly demeanor seems to have faded, replaced by an darkness, but only for a flicker. A moment later, Eithan is himself once more.
Lady Lovelace glances at him curiously, just finishing the piece. “You… flickered. Like a light. How curious…”
He smiles back at them, shaking his head, “All lights have darkness, and all truth hides a few secrets.” He says, making sure to leave things as vague as he can while still keeping his charismatic demeanor.
“I suppose you are right… what is your name, stranger?”
He winces, seemingly apologetically “I don’t want to be a bother, but as long as I remain on my feet, I cannot allow that. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with you now, as I do find myself liking you, despite your words, but perhaps we could settle this another time? If you would be so inclined.”
“Oh, of course…” she says, doing a little bow. “Of course, i still need time to rehearse my Terribilus Opus.”
“Do you mind if I listen to you play such a masterpiece?” He asks, sitting down in a nearby rock, “I promise not to be a disturbance.”
“Hm… I suppose.”
the world quiets, and she plays her first note as the sky dims and a spotlight appears above her. The masterpiece she plays is nothing short of haunting to the core, shaking Eithan’s very bones. Suddenly, there is a rapid succession of terrifying, extremely fast notes, and on beat with each of them, a nearby combatant drops dead. Magic in the area seems to start to unravel and dispel itself, and the silence between each of her noted grows more and more unsettlingly quiet.
He closes his eyes as he enjoys each note, the flickering light of the Moon suddenly dims as the silver of his armor, his blade, and his hair suddenly begin to change, they become a stark and endless black color, and when he opens his eyes, the friendly demeanor seems to have faded, replaced by an darkness, but only for a flicker. A moment later, Eithan is himself once more.
Lady Lovelace glances at him curiously, just finishing the piece. “You… flickered. Like a light. How curious…”
He smiles back at them, shaking his head, “All lights have darkness, and all truth hides a few secrets.” He says, making sure to leave things as vague as he can while still keeping his charismatic demeanor.
“I suppose you are right… what is your name, stranger?”
“It is only fair that I tell you. I’m Eithan, and what might your name be, fine madam?”
Stigmata is dancing through the woods, singing. Lesser warriors that attack him usually end up in festering chunks after he touches them, their very souls rupturing as their Dark Energy is ripped out. Those who survive find no reason to fight, and are usually killed by the other combatants.
"Can't you see the heavens are falling, falling down! And they bleed, the angels all crawling, crawling, out! I don't care, if it hurts, I don't care! Go down with the world, when it burns, that don't scare me! And I'll hear, the prayers to God then, God then, When the sky falls down!"
Someone follows Stigmata throughout the forest, waltzing through the trees above, always staying a bit away from Stigmata. Their form is hard to make out, but it seems they are smoking a cigar, and they have very long, wild hair, as well as bright orange eyes.
Time seems to freeze. Voices whisper in Eithan's head. Don't make him mad. There is nothing on this earth or in any heaven or hell you can imagine worth invoking his wrath. The mess of flesh that Stigmata left behind seems to be the source. Please. Please don't make him angry. Nothing is worth this. The corpses within begin getting up and get to him despite time being seemingly frozen. We were his brethren. He did this to his family. Nothing is worth the risk...
Time resumes. The bodies haven't moved from their spot.
"-im? Maybe I could glean some understanding."
“I don’t believe I can bring him out through will, but I can try.” Stigmata can tell, from the look in his eyes alone, the first time, something seems to have shaken Eithan, though he’s able to shrug it off quickly. He closes his eyes, and for a moment, his armor, blade and hair lose their silver glow, turning black as a lightless sky, and their eyes with it, his friendly demeanor fading.
"Hello, un-friend. My name is Stigmata! What's yours?" He sits on the alter's lap like an overgrown child.
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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.
Time seems to freeze. Voices whisper in Eithan's head. Don't make him mad. There is nothing on this earth or in any heaven or hell you can imagine worth invoking his wrath. The mess of flesh that Stigmata left behind seems to be the source. Please. Please don't make him angry. Nothing is worth this. The corpses within begin getting up and get to him despite time being seemingly frozen. We were his brethren. He did this to his family. Nothing is worth the risk...
Time resumes. The bodies haven't moved from their spot.
"-im? Maybe I could glean some understanding."
“I don’t believe I can bring him out through will, but I can try.” Stigmata can tell, from the look in his eyes alone, the first time, something seems to have shaken Eithan, though he’s able to shrug it off quickly. He closes his eyes, and for a moment, his armor, blade and hair lose their silver glow, turning black as a lightless sky, and their eyes with it, his friendly demeanor fading.
"Hello, un-friend. My name is Stigmata! What's yours?" He sits on the alter's lap like an overgrown child.
They smile brightly, grinning an unnatural amount, tilting his head slightly “Unfriend? Nice to meet you too, Stigmata. My name? Irelious.”
*I have an idea for a character, but I want to hear your opinions on the main gimmick. Said gimmick is reverse having a reversed AC and DC. Instead of rolling above or at a certain number, you want to roll below or at a certain number. Nat 20s would be an automatic failure, and Nat 1s would be an automatic success*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
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*Cut for Arch.*
He winces, seemingly apologetically “I don’t want to be a bother, but as long as I remain on my feet, I cannot allow that. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with you now, as I do find myself liking you, despite your words, but perhaps we could settle this another time? If you would be so inclined.”
“Oh, of course…” she says, doing a little bow. “Of course, i still need time to rehearse my Terribilus Opus.”
“Do you mind if I listen to you play such a masterpiece?” He asks, sitting down in a nearby rock, “I promise not to be a disturbance.”
"Hmm." He sits up again and straightens his 'tie.' "I don't like that. Why does this other being desire to cause harm to you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Hm… I suppose.”
the world quiets, and she plays her first note as the sky dims and a spotlight appears above her. The masterpiece she plays is nothing short of haunting to the core, shaking Eithan’s very bones. Suddenly, there is a rapid succession of terrifying, extremely fast notes, and on beat with each of them, a nearby combatant drops dead. Magic in the area seems to start to unravel and dispel itself, and the silence between each of her noted grows more and more unsettlingly quiet.
*Curious. I'd like to try that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That I do not know, sometimes I go to sleep, when I wake up, people are dead, or glass is in my shoes, or I’m in another person’s bed, their behavior seems without purpose. Like there is another life within my own.”
He closes his eyes as he enjoys each note, the flickering light of the Moon suddenly dims as the silver of his armor, his blade, and his hair suddenly begin to change, they become a stark and endless black color, and when he opens his eyes, the friendly demeanor seems to have faded, replaced by an darkness, but only for a flicker. A moment later, Eithan is himself once more.
*alright. Could you start?*
Lady Lovelace glances at him curiously, just finishing the piece. “You… flickered. Like a light. How curious…”
He smiles back at them, shaking his head, “All lights have darkness, and all truth hides a few secrets.” He says, making sure to leave things as vague as he can while still keeping his charismatic demeanor.
"Well, could I talk to h-"
Time seems to freeze. Voices whisper in Eithan's head. Don't make him mad. There is nothing on this earth or in any heaven or hell you can imagine worth invoking his wrath. The mess of flesh that Stigmata left behind seems to be the source. Please. Please don't make him angry. Nothing is worth this. The corpses within begin getting up and get to him despite time being seemingly frozen. We were his brethren. He did this to his family. Nothing is worth the risk...
Time resumes. The bodies haven't moved from their spot.
"-im? Maybe I could glean some understanding."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I don’t believe I can bring him out through will, but I can try.” Stigmata can tell, from the look in his eyes alone, the first time, something seems to have shaken Eithan, though he’s able to shrug it off quickly. He closes his eyes, and for a moment, his armor, blade and hair lose their silver glow, turning black as a lightless sky, and their eyes with it, his friendly demeanor fading.
*Lemme think of something rq*
Stigmata is dancing through the woods, singing. Lesser warriors that attack him usually end up in festering chunks after he touches them, their very souls rupturing as their Dark Energy is ripped out. Those who survive find no reason to fight, and are usually killed by the other combatants.
"Can't you see the heavens are falling, falling down!
And they bleed, the angels all crawling, crawling, out!
I don't care, if it hurts, I don't care!
Go down with the world, when it burns, that don't scare me!
And I'll hear, the prayers to God then, God then,
When the sky falls down!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I suppose you are right… what is your name, stranger?”
“It is only fair that I tell you. I’m Eithan, and what might your name be, fine madam?”
Someone follows Stigmata throughout the forest, waltzing through the trees above, always staying a bit away from Stigmata. Their form is hard to make out, but it seems they are smoking a cigar, and they have very long, wild hair, as well as bright orange eyes.
”sing it for me, baby, singin’ me to sleep…”
"Hello, un-friend. My name is Stigmata! What's yours?" He sits on the alter's lap like an overgrown child.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They smile brightly, grinning an unnatural amount, tilting his head slightly “Unfriend? Nice to meet you too, Stigmata. My name? Irelious.”
*I have an idea for a character, but I want to hear your opinions on the main gimmick. Said gimmick is reverse having a reversed AC and DC. Instead of rolling above or at a certain number, you want to roll below or at a certain number. Nat 20s would be an automatic failure, and Nat 1s would be an automatic success*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”