“Alright, let’s do this…” he aims his gun directly at Sekiro, ready to shoot.
“It is the rule of my court…” he says, snarling. “The laws of the hells are different than those on the surface or above.”
He places a hand on the hilt of the blade "Go."
"The rule of the court is obviously stupid. You know this." He shakes his head disappointed.
He lets loose three shots, all aiming for non vital parts, I’m not gonna roll damage.
to hit: 46 +37
to hit: 47 +22
to hit: 45 +38
“your mind is too puny to comprehend it.”
He would have parried all the attacks if it weren't for the +s. I imagine he dodges but the bullets turn. "Hmm. This gun seems more special then I thought."
"I disagree. Your idiocy makes you believe you are smart."
The bullets don’t turn, he is literally just that good of a shot.
”yeah, supposedly crafted by death itself.”
”your ego leads you to believe you have enough knowledge to have a say in the inner workings of the infernal judiciary system.”
"And its in the hands of a cowboy. Ha. I like it."
"As if your ego doesn't affect your thought process. I say we agree to disagree and move on from this pointless argument."
“I can’t imagine why death would make a revolver though, it already has its scythe.”
”let us. where have you been, getting so drunk? Phlegethos?”
"I say it adds to the atmosphere. Shakes you to the core."
"Magician's secret my friend. A drunk never reveals his secrets."
“I guess I would be more scared of a gun than a scythe, though I’d think they’d just be trying to rob me instead of stealing my soul.”
”interesting… so you have a reason to hide it?”
"Well they would be robbing you of your soul." He chuckles a bit at his own joke.
"Well I don't like you, and most likely never will."
“You’re right… you know what, if the Angel of death had a revolver I would be pretty scared. Luckily in this scenario I’m that Angel of death.”
”the feeling is neutral, roach.”
“Can you kill immortals? Because I would love to see you do so myself.”
“Aren’t you going to make out with your boyfriend?”
“Well, this revolver is pretty good at it. But last I checked there weren’t many people around to test it on? But anyways, the revolver carries a poison that lets the immortals experience the effects of time, all at once.”
”I’m sorry… what?”
“Well I’m immortal, so I am here to experience all the time I’ve lived. Considering I am only around in my mid 40s.”
”You heard what I said, you understood it, and you know it’s true.” He doesn’t even look at him.
“Sorry, no, i meant all of time as a whole. Literal centuries crashing down upon you in seconds, that’s what the effect of the poison has on someone. It’s called the mortal memento.”
he growls, and doesn’t say anything back, just walking off.
“Hmm. I’m not sure I’m as interested now. I don’t know why but becoming dust instantaneously doesn’t seem appealing.” He chuckles a bit
Rag decides to go just walk around the courthouse and see what’s happening around the place.
“Yeah, not sure what though…” he chuckles. “But another funny thing about it, it can only affect creatures that don’t experience the ravages of time. To mortals like me, no effect.”
not much is happening, the pit fiends are on guard duty and imps are carrying messages around the place. A few mortals, either criminals or lawyers or some others, are also around the place. (And you mentioned that you wanted to make a character that worked for Abaddon, so if you want to then you can*
“Huh, that is a bit strange, so someone with a strangely long life time gets to ignore the effect? Interesting.”
Rah decides to go back to his room. Meanwhile there is a Tiefling sitting in Abaddon’s office, in his seat, his feet on the desk, flipping a coin. He has a wide grin on his face, just waiting for his buddy Abaddon. This guy has a scruffy grey beard despite looking in his mid 20s. He’s about average high and wears very inconspicuous clothes. He is known as Donquixote the Gambler. Always bet on Don.
“Alright, let’s do this…” he aims his gun directly at Sekiro, ready to shoot.
“It is the rule of my court…” he says, snarling. “The laws of the hells are different than those on the surface or above.”
He places a hand on the hilt of the blade "Go."
"The rule of the court is obviously stupid. You know this." He shakes his head disappointed.
He lets loose three shots, all aiming for non vital parts, I’m not gonna roll damage.
to hit: 46 +37
to hit: 47 +22
to hit: 45 +38
“your mind is too puny to comprehend it.”
He would have parried all the attacks if it weren't for the +s. I imagine he dodges but the bullets turn. "Hmm. This gun seems more special then I thought."
"I disagree. Your idiocy makes you believe you are smart."
The bullets don’t turn, he is literally just that good of a shot.
”yeah, supposedly crafted by death itself.”
”your ego leads you to believe you have enough knowledge to have a say in the inner workings of the infernal judiciary system.”
"And its in the hands of a cowboy. Ha. I like it."
"As if your ego doesn't affect your thought process. I say we agree to disagree and move on from this pointless argument."
“I can’t imagine why death would make a revolver though, it already has its scythe.”
”let us. where have you been, getting so drunk? Phlegethos?”
"I say it adds to the atmosphere. Shakes you to the core."
"Magician's secret my friend. A drunk never reveals his secrets."
“I guess I would be more scared of a gun than a scythe, though I’d think they’d just be trying to rob me instead of stealing my soul.”
”interesting… so you have a reason to hide it?”
"Well they would be robbing you of your soul." He chuckles a bit at his own joke.
"Well I don't like you, and most likely never will."
“You’re right… you know what, if the Angel of death had a revolver I would be pretty scared. Luckily in this scenario I’m that Angel of death.”
”the feeling is neutral, roach.”
“Can you kill immortals? Because I would love to see you do so myself.”
“Aren’t you going to make out with your boyfriend?”
“Well, this revolver is pretty good at it. But last I checked there weren’t many people around to test it on? But anyways, the revolver carries a poison that lets the immortals experience the effects of time, all at once.”
”I’m sorry… what?”
“Well I’m immortal, so I am here to experience all the time I’ve lived. Considering I am only around in my mid 40s.”
”You heard what I said, you understood it, and you know it’s true.” He doesn’t even look at him.
“Sorry, no, i meant all of time as a whole. Literal centuries crashing down upon you in seconds, that’s what the effect of the poison has on someone. It’s called the mortal memento.”
he growls, and doesn’t say anything back, just walking off.
“Hmm. I’m not sure I’m as interested now. I don’t know why but becoming dust instantaneously doesn’t seem appealing.” He chuckles a bit
Rag decides to go just walk around the courthouse and see what’s happening around the place.
“Yeah, not sure what though…” he chuckles. “But another funny thing about it, it can only affect creatures that don’t experience the ravages of time. To mortals like me, no effect.”
not much is happening, the pit fiends are on guard duty and imps are carrying messages around the place. A few mortals, either criminals or lawyers or some others, are also around the place. (And you mentioned that you wanted to make a character that worked for Abaddon, so if you want to then you can*
“Huh, that is a bit strange, so someone with a strangely long life time gets to ignore the effect? Interesting.”
Rah decides to go back to his room. Meanwhile there is a Tiefling sitting in Abaddon’s office, in his seat, his feet on the desk, flipping a coin. He has a wide grin on his face, just waiting for his buddy Abaddon. This guy has a scruffy grey beard despite looking in his mid 20s. He’s about average high and wears very inconspicuous clothes. He is known as Donquixote the Gambler. Always bet on Don.
“Elves still get claimed by the Reaper eventually… it’s only those with truly endless lives the poison even touches. Neat, isn’t it?”
Abaddon walks in, scowling a bit. “we talked about this. My seat.”
*Cut* ”Truly impressive, how did you get your hands on such a tool?”
He looks at him with his annoying grin “Nad you know how little I care Abaddon. Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
"Really now? Well I'm liking Mr. Asano the more I find out about him. Pissing powerful people off is one of my favorite pastimes. I spent the last few days messing with the High Justice of the Nine Hells. Oh he is such a fun tease, him and that little boy toy of his." She says with a cackle.
"It's rather tiring when you are trying to keep him alive. Having to deal with his shenanigans it's a rather tiring endeavor." He walks back into Jason's shadow and he turns to her "Just call me Jason, that's what everyone calls me other than Shade."
"fair enough Jason. Poor Shade though, maybe you should let the poor fellow rest a bit."
“Of course, he can do whatever he wants. He chooses to do this, maybe he likes me.”
"Well either that or despite his exasperation, he really likes the challenge."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Cut* ”Truly impressive, how did you get your hands on such a tool?”
He looks at him with his annoying grin “Nad you know how little I care Abaddon. Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
“I found it in the office of the sherif of the town I grew up in. He was it’s first victim by my hand.”
"Really now? Well I'm liking Mr. Asano the more I find out about him. Pissing powerful people off is one of my favorite pastimes. I spent the last few days messing with the High Justice of the Nine Hells. Oh he is such a fun tease, him and that little boy toy of his." She says with a cackle.
"It's rather tiring when you are trying to keep him alive. Having to deal with his shenanigans it's a rather tiring endeavor." He walks back into Jason's shadow and he turns to her "Just call me Jason, that's what everyone calls me other than Shade."
"fair enough Jason. Poor Shade though, maybe you should let the poor fellow rest a bit."
“Of course, he can do whatever he wants. He chooses to do this, maybe he likes me.”
"Well either that or despite his exasperation, he really likes the challenge."
“Either way we are stuck together till I stay dead.”
*Cut* ”Truly impressive, how did you get your hands on such a tool?”
He looks at him with his annoying grin “Nad you know how little I care Abaddon. Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
“I found it in the office of the sherif of the town I grew up in. He was it’s first victim by my hand.”
“Can you blame me for trying?” He sighs.
“Ah men of law, not the same as men of power, any sword can prove as much.”
He hops out of the chair “If I could I’d be a hypocrite. How goes it Abaddon?”
*Cut* ”Truly impressive, how did you get your hands on such a tool?”
He looks at him with his annoying grin “Nad you know how little I care Abaddon. Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
“I found it in the office of the sherif of the town I grew up in. He was it’s first victim by my hand.”
“Can you blame me for trying?” He sighs.
“Ah men of law, not the same as men of power, any sword can prove as much.”
He hops out of the chair “If I could I’d be a hypocrite. How goes it Abaddon?”
“Or a fully loaded revolver.” He chuckles.
”not very good, a greatwyrm just destroyed half the place and offered his hoard to save his grandson who is working for me. Luckily, he left and we rebuilt in around an hour.” he takes a a seat. “What about you?”
*Cut* ”Truly impressive, how did you get your hands on such a tool?”
He looks at him with his annoying grin “Nad you know how little I care Abaddon. Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
“I found it in the office of the sherif of the town I grew up in. He was it’s first victim by my hand.”
“Can you blame me for trying?” He sighs.
“Ah men of law, not the same as men of power, any sword can prove as much.”
He hops out of the chair “If I could I’d be a hypocrite. How goes it Abaddon?”
“Or a fully loaded revolver.” He chuckles.
”not very good, a greatwyrm just destroyed half the place and offered his hoard to save his grandson who is working for me. Luckily, he left and we rebuilt in around an hour.” he takes a a seat. “What about you?”
“True as death itself, which is where that gun comes from.” He chuckles.
He pulls out his empty pockets “Well I still don’t know when to quit when I’m ahead. So I’m back here for work, you know how it can be.” *What do you think his job should be?*
*Cut* ”Truly impressive, how did you get your hands on such a tool?”
He looks at him with his annoying grin “Nad you know how little I care Abaddon. Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
“I found it in the office of the sherif of the town I grew up in. He was it’s first victim by my hand.”
“Can you blame me for trying?” He sighs.
“Ah men of law, not the same as men of power, any sword can prove as much.”
He hops out of the chair “If I could I’d be a hypocrite. How goes it Abaddon?”
“Or a fully loaded revolver.” He chuckles.
”not very good, a greatwyrm just destroyed half the place and offered his hoard to save his grandson who is working for me. Luckily, he left and we rebuilt in around an hour.” he takes a a seat. “What about you?”
“True as death itself, which is where that gun comes from.” He chuckles.
He pulls out his empty pockets “Well I still don’t know when to quit when I’m ahead. So I’m back here for work, you know how it can be.” *What do you think his job should be?*
“Speaking of death, do you think that anyone has ever actually been visited by death? Like, is it an actual, conscious creature with thoughts and feelings like some people think or is it just a force of nature?”
The Pygmy is quite hurt. It tries to bite your leg. (legendary action)
to hit 19 damage 26 piercing and 29 fire
They then run up that leg and burns again. (DC 22 Con save, taking 8 fire damage on a failure)
It then bites and scratches at your back.
to hit 29 damage 23 piercing and 12 fire
to hit 28 damage 24 slashing
to hit 24 damage 21 slashing
Recharge 2
*end of turn*
The duck quacks in anger and attacks three more time.
To hit: 34 damage: 25 bludgeoning and 26 force.
To hit: 22 damage: 22 bludgeoning and 19 force.
To hit: 25 damage: 19 bludgeoning and 21 force.
The weasel is flung towards Draken, who kneels down and checks its pulse before gently picking it up. “Test: inconclusive. Conclusion: increase soul capacity.” They turn to you and do a small bow. “Thank you for your assistance.”
*Cut* ”Truly impressive, how did you get your hands on such a tool?”
He looks at him with his annoying grin “Nad you know how little I care Abaddon. Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
“I found it in the office of the sherif of the town I grew up in. He was it’s first victim by my hand.”
“Can you blame me for trying?” He sighs.
“Ah men of law, not the same as men of power, any sword can prove as much.”
He hops out of the chair “If I could I’d be a hypocrite. How goes it Abaddon?”
“Or a fully loaded revolver.” He chuckles.
”not very good, a greatwyrm just destroyed half the place and offered his hoard to save his grandson who is working for me. Luckily, he left and we rebuilt in around an hour.” he takes a a seat. “What about you?”
“True as death itself, which is where that gun comes from.” He chuckles.
He pulls out his empty pockets “Well I still don’t know when to quit when I’m ahead. So I’m back here for work, you know how it can be.” *What do you think his job should be?*
“Speaking of death, do you think that anyone has ever actually been visited by death? Like, is it an actual, conscious creature with thoughts and feelings like some people think or is it just a force of nature?”
*i haaaave no idea, was hoping you’d have one*
”I see, I was thinking this would happen again.”
“I believe death knows what it is doing, but I am not sure of if it can choose not to do it. It is something beyond us both regardless. Though I wonder, if death is immortal, can your gun kill death? Or even my blade.”
*We’ll think of something eventually.* He gasps in mock offense “I can’t believe you doubted me.” He sighs and places hand on his katana “Has anything good happened as of recent?”
*Cut* ”Truly impressive, how did you get your hands on such a tool?”
He looks at him with his annoying grin “Nad you know how little I care Abaddon. Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
“I found it in the office of the sherif of the town I grew up in. He was it’s first victim by my hand.”
“Can you blame me for trying?” He sighs.
“Ah men of law, not the same as men of power, any sword can prove as much.”
He hops out of the chair “If I could I’d be a hypocrite. How goes it Abaddon?”
“Or a fully loaded revolver.” He chuckles.
”not very good, a greatwyrm just destroyed half the place and offered his hoard to save his grandson who is working for me. Luckily, he left and we rebuilt in around an hour.” he takes a a seat. “What about you?”
“True as death itself, which is where that gun comes from.” He chuckles.
He pulls out his empty pockets “Well I still don’t know when to quit when I’m ahead. So I’m back here for work, you know how it can be.” *What do you think his job should be?*
“Speaking of death, do you think that anyone has ever actually been visited by death? Like, is it an actual, conscious creature with thoughts and feelings like some people think or is it just a force of nature?”
*i haaaave no idea, was hoping you’d have one*
”I see, I was thinking this would happen again.”
“I believe death knows what it is doing, but I am not sure of if it can choose not to do it. It is something beyond us both regardless. Though I wonder, if death is immortal, can your gun kill death? Or even my blade.”
*We’ll think of something eventually.* He gasps in mock offense “I can’t believe you doubted me.” He sighs and places hand on his katana “Has anything good happened as of recent?”
“Possibly… though, I don’t know how we could test it out.”
”not much. Although me and… Astaroth are going on a trip to one of the Underdark’s hell fortresses as a vacation in a few weeks… but nothing else much. Quite boring.”
*Cut* ”Truly impressive, how did you get your hands on such a tool?”
He looks at him with his annoying grin “Nad you know how little I care Abaddon. Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
“I found it in the office of the sherif of the town I grew up in. He was it’s first victim by my hand.”
“Can you blame me for trying?” He sighs.
“Ah men of law, not the same as men of power, any sword can prove as much.”
He hops out of the chair “If I could I’d be a hypocrite. How goes it Abaddon?”
“Or a fully loaded revolver.” He chuckles.
”not very good, a greatwyrm just destroyed half the place and offered his hoard to save his grandson who is working for me. Luckily, he left and we rebuilt in around an hour.” he takes a a seat. “What about you?”
“True as death itself, which is where that gun comes from.” He chuckles.
He pulls out his empty pockets “Well I still don’t know when to quit when I’m ahead. So I’m back here for work, you know how it can be.” *What do you think his job should be?*
“Speaking of death, do you think that anyone has ever actually been visited by death? Like, is it an actual, conscious creature with thoughts and feelings like some people think or is it just a force of nature?”
*i haaaave no idea, was hoping you’d have one*
”I see, I was thinking this would happen again.”
“I believe death knows what it is doing, but I am not sure of if it can choose not to do it. It is something beyond us both regardless. Though I wonder, if death is immortal, can your gun kill death? Or even my blade.”
*We’ll think of something eventually.* He gasps in mock offense “I can’t believe you doubted me.” He sighs and places hand on his katana “Has anything good happened as of recent?”
“Possibly… though, I don’t know how we could test it out.”
”not much. Although me and… Astaroth are going on a trip to one of the Underdark’s hell fortresses as a vacation in a few weeks… but nothing else much. Quite boring.”
“Well if an ever see death, well then it would be too late wouldn’t it?”
“Oh you and good ol Asta are having your honeymoon? Did I miss the wedding? Why didn’t you invite your favorite work mate to your wedding? I thought we were such good friends.”
"Really now? Well I'm liking Mr. Asano the more I find out about him. Pissing powerful people off is one of my favorite pastimes. I spent the last few days messing with the High Justice of the Nine Hells. Oh he is such a fun tease, him and that little boy toy of his." She says with a cackle.
"It's rather tiring when you are trying to keep him alive. Having to deal with his shenanigans it's a rather tiring endeavor." He walks back into Jason's shadow and he turns to her "Just call me Jason, that's what everyone calls me other than Shade."
"fair enough Jason. Poor Shade though, maybe you should let the poor fellow rest a bit."
“Of course, he can do whatever he wants. He chooses to do this, maybe he likes me.”
"Well either that or despite his exasperation, he really likes the challenge."
“Either way we are stuck together till I stay dead.”
"Ah, did death do ye part. Such a touching sentiment."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Really now? Well I'm liking Mr. Asano the more I find out about him. Pissing powerful people off is one of my favorite pastimes. I spent the last few days messing with the High Justice of the Nine Hells. Oh he is such a fun tease, him and that little boy toy of his." She says with a cackle.
"It's rather tiring when you are trying to keep him alive. Having to deal with his shenanigans it's a rather tiring endeavor." He walks back into Jason's shadow and he turns to her "Just call me Jason, that's what everyone calls me other than Shade."
"fair enough Jason. Poor Shade though, maybe you should let the poor fellow rest a bit."
“Of course, he can do whatever he wants. He chooses to do this, maybe he likes me.”
"Well either that or despite his exasperation, he really likes the challenge."
“Either way we are stuck together till I stay dead.”
"Ah, did death do ye part. Such a touching sentiment."
“Oh death has already done us part, but I keep coming back. I’ve died three times now, and I have another revive in case I die again.”
*Cut* ”Truly impressive, how did you get your hands on such a tool?”
He looks at him with his annoying grin “Nad you know how little I care Abaddon. Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
“I found it in the office of the sherif of the town I grew up in. He was it’s first victim by my hand.”
“Can you blame me for trying?” He sighs.
“Ah men of law, not the same as men of power, any sword can prove as much.”
He hops out of the chair “If I could I’d be a hypocrite. How goes it Abaddon?”
“Or a fully loaded revolver.” He chuckles.
”not very good, a greatwyrm just destroyed half the place and offered his hoard to save his grandson who is working for me. Luckily, he left and we rebuilt in around an hour.” he takes a a seat. “What about you?”
“True as death itself, which is where that gun comes from.” He chuckles.
He pulls out his empty pockets “Well I still don’t know when to quit when I’m ahead. So I’m back here for work, you know how it can be.” *What do you think his job should be?*
“Speaking of death, do you think that anyone has ever actually been visited by death? Like, is it an actual, conscious creature with thoughts and feelings like some people think or is it just a force of nature?”
*i haaaave no idea, was hoping you’d have one*
”I see, I was thinking this would happen again.”
“I believe death knows what it is doing, but I am not sure of if it can choose not to do it. It is something beyond us both regardless. Though I wonder, if death is immortal, can your gun kill death? Or even my blade.”
*We’ll think of something eventually.* He gasps in mock offense “I can’t believe you doubted me.” He sighs and places hand on his katana “Has anything good happened as of recent?”
“Possibly… though, I don’t know how we could test it out.”
”not much. Although me and… Astaroth are going on a trip to one of the Underdark’s hell fortresses as a vacation in a few weeks… but nothing else much. Quite boring.”
“Well if an ever see death, well then it would be too late wouldn’t it?”
“Oh you and good ol Asta are having your honeymoon? Did I miss the wedding? Why didn’t you invite your favorite work mate to your wedding? I thought we were such good friends.”
“Probably… unless someone else died… do you think that death would be intangible to everyone besides the dying person, if they existed at all?*
*i 100% have a statblock for death prepared, just in case*
”Shush! We did not get married, this trip is not a honeymoon! People might overhear you and start spreading rumors.”
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*actually wait no I can do it now.*
con save: 27 and immunity to frightened.
dex save’ 26
on its turn, it makes three more attacks.
To hit: 30 damage: 19 bludgeoning and 23 force.
To hit: 21 damage: 20 bludgeoning and 37 force.
To hit: 27 damage: 16 bludgeoning and 24 force.
“Huh, that is a bit strange, so someone with a strangely long life time gets to ignore the effect? Interesting.”
Rah decides to go back to his room. Meanwhile there is a Tiefling sitting in Abaddon’s office, in his seat, his feet on the desk, flipping a coin. He has a wide grin on his face, just waiting for his buddy Abaddon. This guy has a scruffy grey beard despite looking in his mid 20s. He’s about average high and wears very inconspicuous clothes. He is known as Donquixote the Gambler. Always bet on Don.
“Elves still get claimed by the Reaper eventually… it’s only those with truly endless lives the poison even touches. Neat, isn’t it?”
Abaddon walks in, scowling a bit. “we talked about this. My seat.”
*Cut*
”Truly impressive, how did you get your hands on such a tool?”
He looks at him with his annoying grin “Nad you know how little I care Abaddon. Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
"Well either that or despite his exasperation, he really likes the challenge."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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“I found it in the office of the sherif of the town I grew up in. He was it’s first victim by my hand.”
“Can you blame me for trying?” He sighs.
“Either way we are stuck together till I stay dead.”
“Ah men of law, not the same as men of power, any sword can prove as much.”
He hops out of the chair “If I could I’d be a hypocrite. How goes it Abaddon?”
“Or a fully loaded revolver.” He chuckles.
”not very good, a greatwyrm just destroyed half the place and offered his hoard to save his grandson who is working for me. Luckily, he left and we rebuilt in around an hour.”
he takes a a seat. “What about you?”
“True as death itself, which is where that gun comes from.” He chuckles.
He pulls out his empty pockets “Well I still don’t know when to quit when I’m ahead. So I’m back here for work, you know how it can be.” *What do you think his job should be?*
“Speaking of death, do you think that anyone has ever actually been visited by death? Like, is it an actual, conscious creature with thoughts and feelings like some people think or is it just a force of nature?”
*i haaaave no idea, was hoping you’d have one*
”I see, I was thinking this would happen again.”
The Pygmy is quite hurt. It tries to bite your leg. (legendary action)
to hit 23 damage 31 piercing and 22 fire
They then run up that leg and burns again. (DC 22 Con save, taking 7 fire damage on a failure)
It then bites and scratches at your back.
to hit 22 damage 20 piercing and 11 fire
to hit 24 damage 17 slashing
to hit 20 damage 21 slashing
Recharge 6
*end of turn*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The duck quacks in anger and attacks three more time.
To hit: 32 damage: 17 bludgeoning and 29 force.
To hit: 28 damage: 16 bludgeoning and 25 force.
To hit: 28 damage: 15 bludgeoning and 28 force.
The weasel is flung towards Draken, who kneels down and checks its pulse before gently picking it up. “Test: inconclusive. Conclusion: increase soul capacity.” They turn to you and do a small bow. “Thank you for your assistance.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I believe death knows what it is doing, but I am not sure of if it can choose not to do it. It is something beyond us both regardless. Though I wonder, if death is immortal, can your gun kill death? Or even my blade.”
*We’ll think of something eventually.* He gasps in mock offense “I can’t believe you doubted me.” He sighs and places hand on his katana “Has anything good happened as of recent?”
“Possibly… though, I don’t know how we could test it out.”
”not much. Although me and… Astaroth are going on a trip to one of the Underdark’s hell fortresses as a vacation in a few weeks… but nothing else much. Quite boring.”
“Well if an ever see death, well then it would be too late wouldn’t it?”
“Oh you and good ol Asta are having your honeymoon? Did I miss the wedding? Why didn’t you invite your favorite work mate to your wedding? I thought we were such good friends.”
"Ah, did death do ye part. Such a touching sentiment."
"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
“Oh death has already done us part, but I keep coming back. I’ve died three times now, and I have another revive in case I die again.”
“Probably… unless someone else died… do you think that death would be intangible to everyone besides the dying person, if they existed at all?*
*i 100% have a statblock for death prepared, just in case*
”Shush! We did not get married, this trip is not a honeymoon! People might overhear you and start spreading rumors.”