"Because this place is for powerful people to do combat without being interfered with by the gods! Not a place for powerful people to lord their power over lessers. And that is where I come in, a mediator of sorts you could say."
“So you’re a god that interferes with others combat. Sounds hypocritical.”
"Well the difference between me and a god, is I can die, eventually. It just might take way more than the average mortal."
*He chuckles*
“Oh you can kill a god, but not in the way that most people think. I’ve seen it happen before.”
"True true, I have as well. But those are very rare cases and I mean very rare. I'm saying I can be killed rather mundanely, it might be more difficult but it's possible."
“So if I were to—hypothetically of course—draw my weapons and tear you into pieces, you would not perish?”
"I don't think you'd get that far. But you can certainly try!"
*He laughed, deep bellied and full*
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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......
"Because this place is for powerful people to do combat without being interfered with by the gods! Not a place for powerful people to lord their power over lessers. And that is where I come in, a mediator of sorts you could say."
“So you’re a god that interferes with others combat. Sounds hypocritical.”
"Well the difference between me and a god, is I can die, eventually. It just might take way more than the average mortal."
*He chuckles*
“Oh you can kill a god, but not in the way that most people think. I’ve seen it happen before.”
"True true, I have as well. But those are very rare cases and I mean very rare. I'm saying I can be killed rather mundanely, it might be more difficult but it's possible."
“So if I were to—hypothetically of course—draw my weapons and tear you into pieces, you would not perish?”
"I don't think you'd get that far. But you can certainly try!"
"Because this place is for powerful people to do combat without being interfered with by the gods! Not a place for powerful people to lord their power over lessers. And that is where I come in, a mediator of sorts you could say."
“So you’re a god that interferes with others combat. Sounds hypocritical.”
"Well the difference between me and a god, is I can die, eventually. It just might take way more than the average mortal."
*He chuckles*
“Oh you can kill a god, but not in the way that most people think. I’ve seen it happen before.”
"True true, I have as well. But those are very rare cases and I mean very rare. I'm saying I can be killed rather mundanely, it might be more difficult but it's possible."
“So if I were to—hypothetically of course—draw my weapons and tear you into pieces, you would not perish?”
"I don't think you'd get that far. But you can certainly try!"
*He laughed, deep bellied and full*
He frowned slightly “You underestimate my power? Though I do not strike as hard as most do, getting far is exactly what I excel in.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"It's not your power that I underestimate. It's my power I overestimate. But I think it's earned."
*He continued to chuckle*
"Would you like to spar a bit? I'm up for a little excersise."
(What level is your guy?)
“Fine by me.” He tosses the arm to the side “I ask of you 2 things: Your name or your title and the name of your chosen weapon.”
*Id say around CR 18-20. Not much damage (most of the time) for his level but good survivability. Can do really big damage with crits though*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*I literally feel like I am about to die. That's how stressed I am right now*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*I literally feel like I am about to die. That's how stressed I am right now*
*oh jeez why*
*Going to talk to my friend (whose parents are homophobic) about me being bi*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*I literally feel like I am about to die. That's how stressed I am right now*
*oh jeez why*
*Going to talk to my friend (whose parents are homophobic) about me being bi*
*oh
good luck*
*Yeah*
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"It's not your power that I underestimate. It's my power I overestimate. But I think it's earned."
*He continued to chuckle*
"Would you like to spar a bit? I'm up for a little excersise."
(What level is your guy?)
“Fine by me.” He tosses the arm to the side “I ask of you 2 things: Your name or your title and the name of your chosen weapon.”
*Id say around CR 18-20. Not much damage (most of the time) for his level but good survivability. Can do really big damage with crits though*
"I don't really have a name, just call me mediator. And I use my short sword, it's a very average short sword. I doubt I'll be using it much though."
(Character level 30 using levels beyond twenty rules from the dungeon masters guide)
“Very well then. You may call me Avenger.” Two strange weapons appear in his hands. Like somewhere in between multi bladed daggers, an axe and the fangs and claws of a beast “These are Tawrich and Zarich, after the demons of my people. Now” he gets into a fighting stance “Prepare for your demise.”
Init: 14
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"It's not your power that I underestimate. It's my power I overestimate. But I think it's earned."
*He continued to chuckle*
"Would you like to spar a bit? I'm up for a little excersise."
(What level is your guy?)
“Fine by me.” He tosses the arm to the side “I ask of you 2 things: Your name or your title and the name of your chosen weapon.”
*Id say around CR 18-20. Not much damage (most of the time) for his level but good survivability. Can do really big damage with crits though*
"I don't really have a name, just call me mediator. And I use my short sword, it's a very average short sword. I doubt I'll be using it much though."
(Character level 30 using levels beyond twenty rules from the dungeon masters guide)
“Very well then. You may call me Avenger.” Two strange weapons appear in his hands. Like somewhere in between multi bladed daggers, an axe and the fangs and claws of a beast “These are Tawrich and Zarich, after the demons of my people. Now” he gets into a fighting stance “Prepare for your demise.”
Init: 12
"Very cool. On guard then!"
*He stances as well, fists raised in a boxers pose*
Ini: 38
*He simply stances there, waiting, skip turn*
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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......
"It's not your power that I underestimate. It's my power I overestimate. But I think it's earned."
*He continued to chuckle*
"Would you like to spar a bit? I'm up for a little excersise."
(What level is your guy?)
“Fine by me.” He tosses the arm to the side “I ask of you 2 things: Your name or your title and the name of your chosen weapon.”
*Id say around CR 18-20. Not much damage (most of the time) for his level but good survivability. Can do really big damage with crits though*
"I don't really have a name, just call me mediator. And I use my short sword, it's a very average short sword. I doubt I'll be using it much though."
(Character level 30 using levels beyond twenty rules from the dungeon masters guide)
“Very well then. You may call me Avenger.” Two strange weapons appear in his hands. Like somewhere in between multi bladed daggers, an axe and the fangs and claws of a beast “These are Tawrich and Zarich, after the demons of my people. Now” he gets into a fighting stance “Prepare for your demise.”
Init: 12
"Very cool. On guard then!"
*He stances as well, fists raised in a boxers pose*
Ini: 29
*He simply stances there, waiting, skip turn*
The man rushes forwards swings his blades 3 times Attack: 17 Damage: 11 Attack: 35 Damage: 16 Attack: 36 Damage: 13
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"It's not your power that I underestimate. It's my power I overestimate. But I think it's earned."
*He continued to chuckle*
"Would you like to spar a bit? I'm up for a little excersise."
(What level is your guy?)
“Fine by me.” He tosses the arm to the side “I ask of you 2 things: Your name or your title and the name of your chosen weapon.”
*Id say around CR 18-20. Not much damage (most of the time) for his level but good survivability. Can do really big damage with crits though*
"I don't really have a name, just call me mediator. And I use my short sword, it's a very average short sword. I doubt I'll be using it much though."
(Character level 30 using levels beyond twenty rules from the dungeon masters guide)
“Very well then. You may call me Avenger.” Two strange weapons appear in his hands. Like somewhere in between multi bladed daggers, an axe and the fangs and claws of a beast “These are Tawrich and Zarich, after the demons of my people. Now” he gets into a fighting stance “Prepare for your demise.”
Init: 12
"Very cool. On guard then!"
*He stances as well, fists raised in a boxers pose*
Ini: 29
*He simply stances there, waiting, skip turn*
The man rushes forwards swings his blades 3 times Attack: 23 Damage: 12 Attack: 30 Damage: 13 Attack: 18 Damage: 12
*The man side and back steps each and every attack, ducking below a few, hands behind his back as if he's dancing around the strikes*
*He grins and calls encouragingly*
"Good swing, that's it. You got this. So close that time. Maybe a little more power there. Try going up not down."
*As if he's toying with the other, and then he is behind the man, adjusting his arm slightly instructing*
"Your elbow should be raised a bit higher with a thrust and your shoulders a bit farther apart, try it again like that."
*Uses his turn with the help action on the others next attack*
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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......
"It's not your power that I underestimate. It's my power I overestimate. But I think it's earned."
*He continued to chuckle*
"Would you like to spar a bit? I'm up for a little excersise."
(What level is your guy?)
“Fine by me.” He tosses the arm to the side “I ask of you 2 things: Your name or your title and the name of your chosen weapon.”
*Id say around CR 18-20. Not much damage (most of the time) for his level but good survivability. Can do really big damage with crits though*
"I don't really have a name, just call me mediator. And I use my short sword, it's a very average short sword. I doubt I'll be using it much though."
(Character level 30 using levels beyond twenty rules from the dungeon masters guide)
“Very well then. You may call me Avenger.” Two strange weapons appear in his hands. Like somewhere in between multi bladed daggers, an axe and the fangs and claws of a beast “These are Tawrich and Zarich, after the demons of my people. Now” he gets into a fighting stance “Prepare for your demise.”
Init: 12
"Very cool. On guard then!"
*He stances as well, fists raised in a boxers pose*
Ini: 29
*He simply stances there, waiting, skip turn*
The man rushes forwards swings his blades 3 times Attack: 23 Damage: 12 Attack: 30 Damage: 13 Attack: 18 Damage: 12
*The man side and back steps each and every attack, ducking below a few, hands behind his back as if he's dancing around the strikes*
*He grins and calls encouragingly*
"Good swing, that's it. You got this. So close that time. Maybe a little more power there. Try going up not down."
*As if he's toying with the other, and then he is behind the man, adjusting his arm slightly instructing*
"Your elbow should be raised a bit higher with a thrust and your shoulders a bit farther apart, try it again like that."
*Uses his turn with the help action on the others next attack*
He growls and speaks between each swing "I do not-" swing "-appreciate you-" swing "-mocking me." Attack: 33 Damage: 14 Attack: 32 Damage: 15 Attack: 23 Damage: 12
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"It's not your power that I underestimate. It's my power I overestimate. But I think it's earned."
*He continued to chuckle*
"Would you like to spar a bit? I'm up for a little excersise."
(What level is your guy?)
“Fine by me.” He tosses the arm to the side “I ask of you 2 things: Your name or your title and the name of your chosen weapon.”
*Id say around CR 18-20. Not much damage (most of the time) for his level but good survivability. Can do really big damage with crits though*
"I don't really have a name, just call me mediator. And I use my short sword, it's a very average short sword. I doubt I'll be using it much though."
(Character level 30 using levels beyond twenty rules from the dungeon masters guide)
“Very well then. You may call me Avenger.” Two strange weapons appear in his hands. Like somewhere in between multi bladed daggers, an axe and the fangs and claws of a beast “These are Tawrich and Zarich, after the demons of my people. Now” he gets into a fighting stance “Prepare for your demise.”
Init: 12
"Very cool. On guard then!"
*He stances as well, fists raised in a boxers pose*
Ini: 29
*He simply stances there, waiting, skip turn*
The man rushes forwards swings his blades 3 times Attack: 23 Damage: 12 Attack: 30 Damage: 13 Attack: 18 Damage: 12
*The man side and back steps each and every attack, ducking below a few, hands behind his back as if he's dancing around the strikes*
*He grins and calls encouragingly*
"Good swing, that's it. You got this. So close that time. Maybe a little more power there. Try going up not down."
*As if he's toying with the other, and then he is behind the man, adjusting his arm slightly instructing*
"Your elbow should be raised a bit higher with a thrust and your shoulders a bit farther apart, try it again like that."
*Uses his turn with the help action on the others next attack*
He growls and speaks between each swing "I do not-" swing "-appreciate you-" swing "-mocking me." Attack: 33 Damage: 14 Attack: 32 Damage: 15 Attack: 23 Damage: 12
*Again he easily dodges the attacks, side stepping and quite nimbly outmaneuvering his strikes, he says while dodging*
"I was merely trying to help. I meant no disrespect sir, and to show you I really do applaud your skill-"
*Suddenly as he deftly blocks a strike he lunges forward with inhuman almost demigodlike speed, closing the distance with a single fist*
Attack: 40 damage: 14
(If the attack misses then he uses epic boon of combat prowess to hit anyway)
*But just before his strike lands he stops mid swing, breathing easy and calm, fist inches from the other man's head*
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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......
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"I don't think you'd get that far. But you can certainly try!"
*He laughed, deep bellied and full*
"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......
He frowned slightly “You underestimate my power? Though I do not strike as hard as most do, getting far is exactly what I excel in.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Hello!*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
(cut with himy)
"It's not your power that I underestimate. It's my power I overestimate. But I think it's earned."
*He continued to chuckle*
"Would you like to spar a bit? I'm up for a little excersise."
(What level is your guy?)
"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......
“Fine by me.” He tosses the arm to the side “I ask of you 2 things: Your name or your title and the name of your chosen weapon.”
*Id say around CR 18-20. Not much damage (most of the time) for his level but good survivability. Can do really big damage with crits though*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Does anybody want to roleplay here?*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"I don't really have a name, just call me mediator. And I use my short sword, it's a very average short sword. I doubt I'll be using it much though."
(Character level 30 using levels beyond twenty rules from the dungeon masters guide)
"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......
*me want but no have brainpower rn*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*I literally feel like I am about to die. That's how stressed I am right now*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*oh jeez why*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Going to talk to my friend (whose parents are homophobic) about me being bi*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*oh
good luck*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Yeah*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
“Very well then. You may call me Avenger.” Two strange weapons appear in his hands. Like somewhere in between multi bladed daggers, an axe and the fangs and claws of a beast “These are Tawrich and Zarich, after the demons of my people. Now” he gets into a fighting stance “Prepare for your demise.”
Init: 14
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*anybody just want to fight?*
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"Very cool. On guard then!"
*He stances as well, fists raised in a boxers pose*
Ini: 38
*He simply stances there, waiting, skip turn*
"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......
The man rushes forwards swings his blades 3 times Attack: 17 Damage: 11 Attack: 35 Damage: 16 Attack: 36 Damage: 13
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*The man side and back steps each and every attack, ducking below a few, hands behind his back as if he's dancing around the strikes*
*He grins and calls encouragingly*
"Good swing, that's it. You got this. So close that time. Maybe a little more power there. Try going up not down."
*As if he's toying with the other, and then he is behind the man, adjusting his arm slightly instructing*
"Your elbow should be raised a bit higher with a thrust and your shoulders a bit farther apart, try it again like that."
*Uses his turn with the help action on the others next attack*
"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......
He growls and speaks between each swing "I do not-" swing "-appreciate you-" swing "-mocking me." Attack: 33 Damage: 14 Attack: 32 Damage: 15 Attack: 23 Damage: 12
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Again he easily dodges the attacks, side stepping and quite nimbly outmaneuvering his strikes, he says while dodging*
"I was merely trying to help. I meant no disrespect sir, and to show you I really do applaud your skill-"
*Suddenly as he deftly blocks a strike he lunges forward with inhuman almost demigodlike speed, closing the distance with a single fist*
Attack: 40 damage: 14
(If the attack misses then he uses epic boon of combat prowess to hit anyway)
*But just before his strike lands he stops mid swing, breathing easy and calm, fist inches from the other man's head*
"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......