Calm down, sweetie.I could pay you a visit, Henry, but I have to be called first. Before you do so, I'd like to know the nature of your problem, Henry. If I think I can help, just place the apple in the statue's mouth.
okay… okay, uhm… I’m not a cat. Or well, I wasn’t originally? I don’t know if any of the others are actually cats as well, but I used to be an Aasimar… I don’t remember much before I became a cat… except for that kitten in the teacup. They gesture to Johnny teatime, an adorable calico kitten resting in a masterfully crafted, large teacup.
I see. Call.
A miserable presence looms. The other cats may be aware of this effect.
It tilts its head, meowing, before carefully bringing the idol and the apple to the parade, and waiting for the croquet match to finish up. Another cat retrieves the ball, and the tortoiseshell studies it curiously.
Oh. I intrigue you, don't I? Well, that's nice. I've been on the backend of reality for a long time, so I don't get to talk much. Well, not to mortals. Are you a mortal? I took a nap, and I'm not sure how much cats have changed since last I woke. Anyway, my name is Szerucharz. How about you? What's your name?
It meows, and it translates into telepathic words that Szerucharz can understand.
m-my name is Henry… you’ve got to help me… It says, frantically looking around to see if any of the other cats noticed the telepathic conversation. None of them do.
Calm down, sweetie.I could pay you a visit, Henry, but I have to be called first. Before you do so, I'd like to know the nature of your problem, Henry. If I think I can help, just place the apple in the statue's mouth.
okay… okay, uhm… I’m not a cat. Or well, I wasn’t originally? I don’t know if any of the others are actually cats as well, but I used to be an Aasimar… I don’t remember much before I became a cat… except for that kitten in the teacup. They gesture to Johnny teatime, an adorable calico kitten resting in a masterfully crafted, large teacup.
I see. Call.
A miserable presence looms. The other cats may be aware of this effect.
They finish the game of Croquet, and some of them get a bit suspicious, looking around or sniffing the air. Henry the tortoiseshell places the apple in the statue’s mouth.
okay… okay, uhm… I’m not a cat. Or well, I wasn’t originally? I don’t know if any of the others are actually cats as well, but I used to be an Aasimar… I don’t remember much before I became a cat… except for that kitten in the teacup. They gesture to Johnny teatime, an adorable calico kitten resting in a masterfully crafted, large teacup.
I see. Call.
A miserable presence looms. The other cats may be aware of this effect.
They finish the game of Croquet, and some of them get a bit suspicious, looking around or sniffing the air. Henry the tortoiseshell places the apple in the statue’s mouth.
A door opens in reality. The screams of hundreds of dead gods echo out of it. A massive shoe emerges, made of golden metal sheets, pounded together from artifacts, stitched together with sinew. The figure it belongs to looms out of the portal, wearing a long, fancy coat of pale, bloodless godflesh, embroidered with an unsteady hand. Most of his clothes follow a similar fashion, from his seven-fingered gloves and cobbled-together rings to his face-shrouding top hat with several crowns encircling the... well, crown of the top hat.
Four gleaming eyes gaze out of the shadow, saliva and gore dripping down from the collar of the gargantuan horror. "Thank you. I would like to talk with..." He pulls out a comparatively tiny clipboard. "Johnny teatime."
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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.
okay… okay, uhm… I’m not a cat. Or well, I wasn’t originally? I don’t know if any of the others are actually cats as well, but I used to be an Aasimar… I don’t remember much before I became a cat… except for that kitten in the teacup. They gesture to Johnny teatime, an adorable calico kitten resting in a masterfully crafted, large teacup.
I see. Call.
A miserable presence looms. The other cats may be aware of this effect.
They finish the game of Croquet, and some of them get a bit suspicious, looking around or sniffing the air. Henry the tortoiseshell places the apple in the statue’s mouth.
A door opens in reality. The screams of hundreds of dead gods echo out of it. A massive shoe emerges, made of golden metal sheets, pounded together from artifacts, stitched together with sinew. The figure it belongs to looms out of the portal, wearing a long, fancy coat of pale, bloodless godflesh, embroidered with an unsteady hand. Most of his clothes follow a similar fashion, from his seven-fingered gloves and cobbled-together rings to his face-shrouding top hat with several crowns encircling the... well, crown of the top hat.
Four gleaming eyes gaze out of the shadow, saliva and gore dripping down from the collar of the gargantuan horror. "Thank you. I would like to talk with..." He pulls out a comparatively tiny clipboard. "Johnny teatime."
The cats cower and scurry away, leaving the lavish decorations and food and drinks. The only one left, is a calico kitten, resting in a teacup, resting on a silk pillow. It’s eyes slowly flutter open and it meows.
“I haven’t had good luck with healers.” He hold up a parchment, golden light shoots from it and the bleed stops “I declare myself the healer.”
"Oh...um...alright. So how did this house become an abomination?" Zeon asks curiously, his spellbook floating nearby to listen as well.
He puts away the parchment "I don't know, but it is something that must be purged." He stands up and takes off the helm, revealing a very handsome, although slightly uninteresting face with long black hair "I am John Dungeon. The Crusader that will purge the Darkest Dungeon."
"I see, I'm Zeon Bell, and this is Dufort, my Bookkeeper." Zeon says motioning to his spellbook.
"A book and a child. I see. Pleasure to meet you both."
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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.
*Also anyone near the Manor has to make a Wis DC save of 20 or have the influence of the Darkest Dungeon rooted into their mind, it ignores all immunities.*
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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.
“I haven’t had good luck with healers.” He hold up a parchment, golden light shoots from it and the bleed stops “I declare myself the healer.”
"Oh...um...alright. So how did this house become an abomination?" Zeon asks curiously, his spellbook floating nearby to listen as well.
He puts away the parchment "I don't know, but it is something that must be purged." He stands up and takes off the helm, revealing a very handsome, although slightly uninteresting face with long black hair "I am John Dungeon. The Crusader that will purge the Darkest Dungeon."
"I see, I'm Zeon Bell, and this is Dufort, my Bookkeeper." Zeon says motioning to his spellbook.
"A book and a child. I see. Pleasure to meet you both."
"Are you the only one trying to purge the evil?" Zeon asks. Wis Save: 30
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“What do you mean by cycling?”
I see. Call.
A miserable presence looms. The other cats may be aware of this effect.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Also, I only got like 8 minutes left.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They finish the game of Croquet, and some of them get a bit suspicious, looking around or sniffing the air. Henry the tortoiseshell places the apple in the statue’s mouth.
"i draw power into my cores and cycle it"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
“That doesn’t explain much.”
"you dont know much. its hard to explain"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
A door opens in reality. The screams of hundreds of dead gods echo out of it. A massive shoe emerges, made of golden metal sheets, pounded together from artifacts, stitched together with sinew. The figure it belongs to looms out of the portal, wearing a long, fancy coat of pale, bloodless godflesh, embroidered with an unsteady hand. Most of his clothes follow a similar fashion, from his seven-fingered gloves and cobbled-together rings to his face-shrouding top hat with several crowns encircling the... well, crown of the top hat.
Four gleaming eyes gaze out of the shadow, saliva and gore dripping down from the collar of the gargantuan horror. "Thank you. I would like to talk with..." He pulls out a comparatively tiny clipboard. "Johnny teatime."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Nevermind. Why did you cause the crack?”
"i attacked the manor and it somehow fought back"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Dang, cliffhanger. Well, I can wait until you can respond, but after that it's a cliffhanger.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The cats cower and scurry away, leaving the lavish decorations and food and drinks. The only one left, is a calico kitten, resting in a teacup, resting on a silk pillow. It’s eyes slowly flutter open and it meows.
*aww. Bye!*
”how… exactly did it fight back?”
"A book and a child. I see. Pleasure to meet you both."
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
*Also anyone near the Manor has to make a Wis DC save of 20 or have the influence of the Darkest Dungeon rooted into their mind, it ignores all immunities.*
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
*are y'all still fighting the tree?*
*Apparently not.*
Jason is in his cloud house resting his aura after that ritual.
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
*i don’t think everyone who was fighting the tree is still on so I don’t think we can continue right now*
"Are you the only one trying to purge the evil?" Zeon asks. Wis Save: 30
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
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