*Hey, you want to remove that bonus, you got to be a brave boy and climb the World Treant. Easier access to Ratatoskr in exchange for the World Treant trying really hard to get you off of it.*
*Ratatoskr ain’t afraid to throw hands. Also one well placed insult will send you tumbling*
*Ratatoskr Lord Bard with Viscous Mockery and Cutting Words confirmed?*
*Much worse. Infinitely worse*
*mwahahahah*
*once you’re done, I’d love to see it, what CR?*
*Either 27 or 30*
*fun. The world treant itself is somewhere around… CR 38, realistically, it’s meant to be fought against a group, but the characters here are soooo powerful (some or them have like AC 50) so it’ll be fine*
a thundering sound echoes across the area of the dome.
thump.
it gets louder, closer. Anyone looking out of the dome can see an enormous Ash tree in the distance. Its roots dig deep into the earth and reach wide like hands. It’s branches touch the stars itself and its bark is pristine and without flaw.
THUMP.
The sound is like the crackling of branches in a gale force wind, snapping and whirring in the intense hurricane. The tree’s roots rip from the ground, and form two legs, almost goat like in appearance, as the tree rises higher into the sky, two of it’s largest branches on either side twist, bend, and contort into enormous limbs, with four digits, ending in sharp claws that could rend the sky itself. Hollows and holes in it’s trunk twist and expand and reshape, forming into four giant eyes, vaguely glowing with the green light of nature’s wrath, and a toothless mouth in the strange approximation of a smile. In its upper canopy, dominating the sky around it for hundreds of feet, live numerous small critters and a few… not so very small creatures only seen as shadows moving at its center. The creature, standing four hundred feet tall, lumbers its way, step by step, towards the dome, it’s wooden hooves causing earthquakes for miles around as flowers and fields and entire forests sprout at it’s feet. It moves a hundred feet with each stride, and it’s only getting closer.
a thundering sound echoes across the area of the dome.
thump.
it gets louder, closer. Anyone looking out of the dome can see an enormous Ash tree in the distance. Its roots dig deep into the earth and reach wide like hands. It’s branches touch the stars itself and its bark is pristine and without flaw.
THUMP.
The sound is like the crackling of branches in a gale force wind, snapping and whirring in the intense hurricane. The tree’s roots rip from the ground, and form two legs, almost goat like in appearance, as the tree rises higher into the sky, two of it’s largest branches on either side twist, bend, and contort into enormous limbs, with four digits, ending in sharp claws that could rend the sky itself. Hollows and holes in it’s trunk twist and expand and reshape, forming into four giant eyes, vaguely glowing with the green light of nature’s wrath, and a toothless mouth in the strange approximation of a smile. In its upper canopy, dominating the sky around it for hundreds of feet, live numerous small critters and a few… not so very small creatures only seen as shadows moving at its center. The creature, standing four hundred feet tall, lumbers its way, step by step, towards the dome, it’s wooden hooves causing earthquakes for miles around as flowers and fields and entire forests sprout at it’s feet. It moves a hundred feet with each stride, and it’s only getting closer.
Ragnaris, standing almost equal in height, growls as he sees it. He takes to the air, then flies outside the dome. He stops in front of it, flapping his wings to stay aloft.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Zeon has sprinted to the edge of the dome to see what the commotion is and sees the massive tree. “That…can’t be good.” He says as his Spellbook glows brighter as if agreeing with him.
Korizek sticks his head above the ground feeling the massive steps with his tremorsense. He sees the massive Treant. “Tree looks…tasty”
Coronet would notice the tree form her ice castle. “Oh! What a delightful oddity, a world tree?! We can sure use some new folks here. Now I wonder….if a world tree falls….will their still be a world left to hear it make a sound?” She says, cackling menacingly.
Sekiro watches the tree, painting furiously on his canvas, the mask shifting constantly as it looks in awe, "A world tree, a true sight to behold, I must capture the image while it is still here."
Jason Asano sees the world tree from his cloud house, sighs, shakes his head and goes outside to see what the bother is, muttering something to himself about never getting a chance to be left alone from some impossible event.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Barbeau has finished his summoning ritual, calling up a massive machine. The Gut. The gargantuan automaton-city is presently just... sitting there in the middle of the forest. The engine is running, but it's not moving. Barbeau is using it as a watchtower, keeping his eye on the World Tree.
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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.
“Ok then. Well then let’s go. I don’t try handcuffs, I don’t do handcuffs.”
"Good. I recommend not going for a trail by combat, and if you try to stab me in the back you'll miss."
“If it comes down to it, I’ll take it.”
"Sounds good, follow me." He clicks a stone and a portal appears. *GTG, finish later?*
*sure*
*Back.*
*Perfect. Just woke up 40 minutes ago*
*Coolio indeed.* On the other side of the portal is the courts of the nine hells, Donquixote walks through, expecting Toji to follow.
He hops in “Not the first time I’ve been a court. Last time I was in a court because of what I allegedly did in the last one. Allegedly is the key word there.”
He hops in “Not the first time I’ve been a court. Last time I was in a court because of what I allegedly did in the last one. Allegedly is the key word there.”
"Heh. You're going to be fun to watch." Don places a hand on his blade's hilt and lights a smoke with the other, offering one to Toji.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
He hops in “Not the first time I’ve been a court. Last time I was in a court because of what I allegedly did in the last one. Allegedly is the key word there.”
"Heh. You're going to be fun to watch." Don places a hand on his blade's hilt and lights a smoke with the other, offering one to Toji.
He hops in “Not the first time I’ve been a court. Last time I was in a court because of what I allegedly did in the last one. Allegedly is the key word there.”
"Heh. You're going to be fun to watch." Don places a hand on his blade's hilt and lights a smoke with the other, offering one to Toji.
He hops in “Not the first time I’ve been a court. Last time I was in a court because of what I allegedly did in the last one. Allegedly is the key word there.”
"Heh. You're going to be fun to watch." Don places a hand on his blade's hilt and lights a smoke with the other, offering one to Toji.
He hops in “Not the first time I’ve been a court. Last time I was in a court because of what I allegedly did in the last one. Allegedly is the key word there.”
"Heh. You're going to be fun to watch." Don places a hand on his blade's hilt and lights a smoke with the other, offering one to Toji.
“Who’s the judge?”
“Abaddon, Supreme judge of the underworld.”
“And why am I being judged in hell?”
“Because you are a criminal. I’m not the one to ask the questions, even if I do have the answers.”
He hops in “Not the first time I’ve been a court. Last time I was in a court because of what I allegedly did in the last one. Allegedly is the key word there.”
"Heh. You're going to be fun to watch." Don places a hand on his blade's hilt and lights a smoke with the other, offering one to Toji.
“Who’s the judge?”
“Abaddon, Supreme judge of the underworld.”
“And why am I being judged in hell?”
“Because you are a criminal. I’m not the one to ask the questions, even if I do have the answers.”
*fun. The world treant itself is somewhere around… CR 38, realistically, it’s meant to be fought against a group, but the characters here are soooo powerful (some or them have like AC 50) so it’ll be fine*
Thump.
a thundering sound echoes across the area of the dome.
thump.
it gets louder, closer. Anyone looking out of the dome can see an enormous Ash tree in the distance. Its roots dig deep into the earth and reach wide like hands. It’s branches touch the stars itself and its bark is pristine and without flaw.
THUMP.
The sound is like the crackling of branches in a gale force wind, snapping and whirring in the intense hurricane. The tree’s roots rip from the ground, and form two legs, almost goat like in appearance, as the tree rises higher into the sky, two of it’s largest branches on either side twist, bend, and contort into enormous limbs, with four digits, ending in sharp claws that could rend the sky itself. Hollows and holes in it’s trunk twist and expand and reshape, forming into four giant eyes, vaguely glowing with the green light of nature’s wrath, and a toothless mouth in the strange approximation of a smile. In its upper canopy, dominating the sky around it for hundreds of feet, live numerous small critters and a few… not so very small creatures only seen as shadows moving at its center. The creature, standing four hundred feet tall, lumbers its way, step by step, towards the dome, it’s wooden hooves causing earthquakes for miles around as flowers and fields and entire forests sprout at it’s feet. It moves a hundred feet with each stride, and it’s only getting closer.
*I have returned everyone.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Skringletastic!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Back.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Ragnaris, standing almost equal in height, growls as he sees it. He takes to the air, then flies outside the dome. He stops in front of it, flapping his wings to stay aloft.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Zeon has sprinted to the edge of the dome to see what the commotion is and sees the massive tree. “That…can’t be good.” He says as his Spellbook glows brighter as if agreeing with him.
Korizek sticks his head above the ground feeling the massive steps with his tremorsense. He sees the massive Treant. “Tree looks…tasty”
Coronet would notice the tree form her ice castle. “Oh! What a delightful oddity, a world tree?! We can sure use some new folks here. Now I wonder….if a world tree falls….will their still be a world left to hear it make a sound?” She says, cackling menacingly.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Sekiro watches the tree, painting furiously on his canvas, the mask shifting constantly as it looks in awe, "A world tree, a true sight to behold, I must capture the image while it is still here."
Jason Asano sees the world tree from his cloud house, sighs, shakes his head and goes outside to see what the bother is, muttering something to himself about never getting a chance to be left alone from some impossible event.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Perfect. Just woke up 40 minutes ago*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Coolio indeed.* On the other side of the portal is the courts of the nine hells, Donquixote walks through, expecting Toji to follow.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Barbeau has finished his summoning ritual, calling up a massive machine. The Gut. The gargantuan automaton-city is presently just... sitting there in the middle of the forest. The engine is running, but it's not moving. Barbeau is using it as a watchtower, keeping his eye on the World Tree.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He hops in “Not the first time I’ve been a court. Last time I was in a court because of what I allegedly did in the last one. Allegedly is the key word there.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"Heh. You're going to be fun to watch." Don places a hand on his blade's hilt and lights a smoke with the other, offering one to Toji.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Who’s the judge?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Abaddon, Supreme judge of the underworld.”
“And why am I being judged in hell?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Because you are a criminal. I’m not the one to ask the questions, even if I do have the answers.”
“Don’t you need jurisdiction?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“I am currently being punished for that, I’m a bounty hunter both willingly and by law.”
“Interesting. So when’s my trial and who’s my lawyer?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.