They do not do well. Plants around them begin to wither and die as they start crying.
“Yeah, that’d be helpful… I never know where the key is…”
"Lonely, stop. We will try again later."
He walks over and flexes before digging his fingers into the chest. He tries to tear it open. Athletics:41
After a bit, they manage to stop crying and they stand up.
he manages to tear the top off the chest, revealing several bottles of a blackish golden liquid labeled, Thrilljoy.
”wow… you are really strong…” she conjures two glasses, opens a bottle and pours some of the Thrilljoy into both of them.
”and so will this!” She hands him a glass of Thrilljoy.
(first drink would be a DC 30 constitution saving throw or become drunk, aka poisoned)
"Hmm. What were you thinking about that made you so sad?"
"Thank you, I work out." He chuckles and then chugs down the bottle as fast as he can. Con save:41
“D-disappointing Jason… I know you said he wouldn’t be disappointed but I was just really scared…”
She drinks one as well, coughing a bit. “Strong stuff, isn’t it?”
(for each drink after the first, DC increases by 5)
"Hmm, fear is a dangerous thing." Jason's voice suddenly come out of Shade's body "I wouldn't be disappointed of ya little buddy!"
He shivers a little bit as goosebumps pop up on his body "It's not weak, that's for sure." He drinks some more. Con save:24
“Is t-that really Jason talking?
”definitely…” she chuckles a bit. “What were you arrested for again? Like, originally.”
It goes back to Shade’s voice “Yes.”
Rag is obviously hard drunk from the second bottle “I tried to punch Ab- Abad- Abaddon in his stupID face.” He places a hand on her face “You’re so pretty.”
"Oh sorry I mean to say without religion. They do not worship any gods, only their own race, and I am exactly like them without being their race." A sandwich pops into existence and he begins eating it.
“Oh that is much more interesting. So they felt threatened by your existence then…? Because they believed only they could be like themselves?”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
They do not do well. Plants around them begin to wither and die as they start crying.
“Yeah, that’d be helpful… I never know where the key is…”
"Lonely, stop. We will try again later."
He walks over and flexes before digging his fingers into the chest. He tries to tear it open. Athletics:41
After a bit, they manage to stop crying and they stand up.
he manages to tear the top off the chest, revealing several bottles of a blackish golden liquid labeled, Thrilljoy.
”wow… you are really strong…” she conjures two glasses, opens a bottle and pours some of the Thrilljoy into both of them.
”and so will this!” She hands him a glass of Thrilljoy.
(first drink would be a DC 30 constitution saving throw or become drunk, aka poisoned)
"Hmm. What were you thinking about that made you so sad?"
"Thank you, I work out." He chuckles and then chugs down the bottle as fast as he can. Con save:41
“D-disappointing Jason… I know you said he wouldn’t be disappointed but I was just really scared…”
She drinks one as well, coughing a bit. “Strong stuff, isn’t it?”
(for each drink after the first, DC increases by 5)
"Hmm, fear is a dangerous thing." Jason's voice suddenly come out of Shade's body "I wouldn't be disappointed of ya little buddy!"
He shivers a little bit as goosebumps pop up on his body "It's not weak, that's for sure." He drinks some more. Con save:24
“Is t-that really Jason talking?
”definitely…” she chuckles a bit. “What were you arrested for again? Like, originally.”
It goes back to Shade’s voice “Yes.”
Rag is obviously hard drunk from the second bottle “I tried to punch Ab- Abad- Abaddon in his stupID face.” He places a hand on her face “You’re so pretty.”
“Could he like, hear our entire c-conversation?”
She giggles. “That ro-roach deserved it.” She slaps his hand away and puts her hand on his face.
Varavothim the elf cowboy is practicing his aim on random people from six hundred feet away.
the doom duck has just dismembered an Archmage.
new character soon maybe because I have so many ideaaaaas?
The Tiefling watches the duck and pulls out a whip. Without saying a word, they crack the whip on the ground, creating a portal. “A unique specimen. Perhaps the ‘club’ will be intrigued by you.”
It turns around, adjusting its tiny hat on its tiny duck body.
Hello, mortal.
“Hello, duck capable of killing masters of the arcane. Or do you prefer a different title?”
I am the doom duck. Who are you?
“Draken, Beast Master of the Dragon Slayers. Pleasure to meet you, doom duck. Would you care to help me test an experiment?”
"Oh sorry I mean to say without religion. They do not worship any gods, only their own race, and I am exactly like them without being their race." A sandwich pops into existence and he begins eating it.
“Oh that is much more interesting. So they felt threatened by your existence then…? Because they believed only they could be like themselves?”
“Exactly, not only was I just like this ‘superior race’, I was better then most of them in what they are special at.”
Varavothim the elf cowboy is practicing his aim on random people from six hundred feet away.
the doom duck has just dismembered an Archmage.
new character soon maybe because I have so many ideaaaaas?
The Tiefling watches the duck and pulls out a whip. Without saying a word, they crack the whip on the ground, creating a portal. “A unique specimen. Perhaps the ‘club’ will be intrigued by you.”
It turns around, adjusting its tiny hat on its tiny duck body.
Hello, mortal.
“Hello, duck capable of killing masters of the arcane. Or do you prefer a different title?”
I am the doom duck. Who are you?
“Draken, Beast Master of the Dragon Slayers. Pleasure to meet you, doom duck. Would you care to help me test an experiment?”
"Oh sorry I mean to say without religion. They do not worship any gods, only their own race, and I am exactly like them without being their race." A sandwich pops into existence and he begins eating it.
“Oh that is much more interesting. So they felt threatened by your existence then…? Because they believed only they could be like themselves?”
“Exactly, not only was I just like this ‘superior race’, I was better then most of them in what they are special at.”
“Oh I’m sure that ruffled their scales then. Such is the way with beings with inflated egos. Sometimes it’s best to pop it before it swells to an unsustainable level.”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
They do not do well. Plants around them begin to wither and die as they start crying.
“Yeah, that’d be helpful… I never know where the key is…”
"Lonely, stop. We will try again later."
He walks over and flexes before digging his fingers into the chest. He tries to tear it open. Athletics:41
After a bit, they manage to stop crying and they stand up.
he manages to tear the top off the chest, revealing several bottles of a blackish golden liquid labeled, Thrilljoy.
”wow… you are really strong…” she conjures two glasses, opens a bottle and pours some of the Thrilljoy into both of them.
”and so will this!” She hands him a glass of Thrilljoy.
(first drink would be a DC 30 constitution saving throw or become drunk, aka poisoned)
"Hmm. What were you thinking about that made you so sad?"
"Thank you, I work out." He chuckles and then chugs down the bottle as fast as he can. Con save:41
“D-disappointing Jason… I know you said he wouldn’t be disappointed but I was just really scared…”
She drinks one as well, coughing a bit. “Strong stuff, isn’t it?”
(for each drink after the first, DC increases by 5)
"Hmm, fear is a dangerous thing." Jason's voice suddenly come out of Shade's body "I wouldn't be disappointed of ya little buddy!"
He shivers a little bit as goosebumps pop up on his body "It's not weak, that's for sure." He drinks some more. Con save:24
“Is t-that really Jason talking?
”definitely…” she chuckles a bit. “What were you arrested for again? Like, originally.”
It goes back to Shade’s voice “Yes.”
Rag is obviously hard drunk from the second bottle “I tried to punch Ab- Abad- Abaddon in his stupID face.” He places a hand on her face “You’re so pretty.”
“Could he like, hear our entire c-conversation?”
She giggles. “That ro-roach deserved it.” She slaps his hand away and puts her hand on his face.
”nu-uh, you’re so pretty.”
“No, I just gave him a chance to talk with you real quick.”
He grabs her hand and smiles “You’re so warm, and lo- *hic* lovely.” He chuckles and drinks some more. Con save( to see if he gets even more drunk): 35
"Oh sorry I mean to say without religion. They do not worship any gods, only their own race, and I am exactly like them without being their race." A sandwich pops into existence and he begins eating it.
“Oh that is much more interesting. So they felt threatened by your existence then…? Because they believed only they could be like themselves?”
“Exactly, not only was I just like this ‘superior race’, I was better then most of them in what they are special at.”
“Oh I’m sure that ruffled their scales then. Such is the way with beings with inflated egos. Sometimes it’s best to pop it before it swells to an unsustainable level.”
“Well I’m also the one thing it takes their race centuries to achieve, and I’m not even thirty yet. Which means I am considered someone who needs killing immediately by most.”
Varavothim the elf cowboy is practicing his aim on random people from six hundred feet away.
the doom duck has just dismembered an Archmage.
new character soon maybe because I have so many ideaaaaas?
The Tiefling watches the duck and pulls out a whip. Without saying a word, they crack the whip on the ground, creating a portal. “A unique specimen. Perhaps the ‘club’ will be intrigued by you.”
It turns around, adjusting its tiny hat on its tiny duck body.
Hello, mortal.
“Hello, duck capable of killing masters of the arcane. Or do you prefer a different title?”
I am the doom duck. Who are you?
“Draken, Beast Master of the Dragon Slayers. Pleasure to meet you, doom duck. Would you care to help me test an experiment?”
What sort of... experiment?
"I simply need to use your strength to measure that of another creature. In simple terms, a battle."
"Oh sorry I mean to say without religion. They do not worship any gods, only their own race, and I am exactly like them without being their race." A sandwich pops into existence and he begins eating it.
“Oh that is much more interesting. So they felt threatened by your existence then…? Because they believed only they could be like themselves?”
“Exactly, not only was I just like this ‘superior race’, I was better then most of them in what they are special at.”
“Oh I’m sure that ruffled their scales then. Such is the way with beings with inflated egos. Sometimes it’s best to pop it before it swells to an unsustainable level.”
“Well I’m also the one thing it takes their race centuries to achieve, and I’m not even thirty yet. Which means I am considered someone who needs killing immediately by most.”
“Which would be difficult since you are better at their abilities then them. Classic. Shame though, it’s never fun to be bated and hunted for just being yourself. At least let me earn your ire before you try to kill me in your hatred of me”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Varavothim the elf cowboy is practicing his aim on random people from six hundred feet away.
the doom duck has just dismembered an Archmage.
new character soon maybe because I have so many ideaaaaas?
The Tiefling watches the duck and pulls out a whip. Without saying a word, they crack the whip on the ground, creating a portal. “A unique specimen. Perhaps the ‘club’ will be intrigued by you.”
It turns around, adjusting its tiny hat on its tiny duck body.
Hello, mortal.
“Hello, duck capable of killing masters of the arcane. Or do you prefer a different title?”
I am the doom duck. Who are you?
“Draken, Beast Master of the Dragon Slayers. Pleasure to meet you, doom duck. Would you care to help me test an experiment?”
What sort of... experiment?
"I simply need to use your strength to measure that of another creature. In simple terms, a battle."
"Oh sorry I mean to say without religion. They do not worship any gods, only their own race, and I am exactly like them without being their race." A sandwich pops into existence and he begins eating it.
“Oh that is much more interesting. So they felt threatened by your existence then…? Because they believed only they could be like themselves?”
“Exactly, not only was I just like this ‘superior race’, I was better then most of them in what they are special at.”
“Oh I’m sure that ruffled their scales then. Such is the way with beings with inflated egos. Sometimes it’s best to pop it before it swells to an unsustainable level.”
“Well I’m also the one thing it takes their race centuries to achieve, and I’m not even thirty yet. Which means I am considered someone who needs killing immediately by most.”
“Which would be difficult since you are better at their abilities then them. Classic. Shame though, it’s never fun to be bated and hunted for just being yourself. At least let me earn your ire before you try to kill me in your hatred of me”
“Oh trust me, I’ve annoyed enough of them. Although one of them sent an assassin after me, and my friend who ranked up only a few minutes ago been the crap out of them. They are by no means strong enough to kill me unless they send a gold or diamond rank warrior.”
They do not do well. Plants around them begin to wither and die as they start crying.
“Yeah, that’d be helpful… I never know where the key is…”
"Lonely, stop. We will try again later."
He walks over and flexes before digging his fingers into the chest. He tries to tear it open. Athletics:41
After a bit, they manage to stop crying and they stand up.
he manages to tear the top off the chest, revealing several bottles of a blackish golden liquid labeled, Thrilljoy.
”wow… you are really strong…” she conjures two glasses, opens a bottle and pours some of the Thrilljoy into both of them.
”and so will this!” She hands him a glass of Thrilljoy.
(first drink would be a DC 30 constitution saving throw or become drunk, aka poisoned)
"Hmm. What were you thinking about that made you so sad?"
"Thank you, I work out." He chuckles and then chugs down the bottle as fast as he can. Con save:41
“D-disappointing Jason… I know you said he wouldn’t be disappointed but I was just really scared…”
She drinks one as well, coughing a bit. “Strong stuff, isn’t it?”
(for each drink after the first, DC increases by 5)
"Hmm, fear is a dangerous thing." Jason's voice suddenly come out of Shade's body "I wouldn't be disappointed of ya little buddy!"
He shivers a little bit as goosebumps pop up on his body "It's not weak, that's for sure." He drinks some more. Con save:24
“Is t-that really Jason talking?
”definitely…” she chuckles a bit. “What were you arrested for again? Like, originally.”
It goes back to Shade’s voice “Yes.”
Rag is obviously hard drunk from the second bottle “I tried to punch Ab- Abad- Abaddon in his stupID face.” He places a hand on her face “You’re so pretty.”
“Could he like, hear our entire c-conversation?”
She giggles. “That ro-roach deserved it.” She slaps his hand away and puts her hand on his face.
”nu-uh, you’re so pretty.”
“No, I just gave him a chance to talk with you real quick.”
He grabs her hand and smiles “You’re so warm, and lo- *hic* lovely.” He chuckles and drinks some more. Con save( to see if he gets even more drunk): 26
They do not do well. Plants around them begin to wither and die as they start crying.
“Yeah, that’d be helpful… I never know where the key is…”
"Lonely, stop. We will try again later."
He walks over and flexes before digging his fingers into the chest. He tries to tear it open. Athletics:41
After a bit, they manage to stop crying and they stand up.
he manages to tear the top off the chest, revealing several bottles of a blackish golden liquid labeled, Thrilljoy.
”wow… you are really strong…” she conjures two glasses, opens a bottle and pours some of the Thrilljoy into both of them.
”and so will this!” She hands him a glass of Thrilljoy.
(first drink would be a DC 30 constitution saving throw or become drunk, aka poisoned)
"Hmm. What were you thinking about that made you so sad?"
"Thank you, I work out." He chuckles and then chugs down the bottle as fast as he can. Con save:41
“D-disappointing Jason… I know you said he wouldn’t be disappointed but I was just really scared…”
She drinks one as well, coughing a bit. “Strong stuff, isn’t it?”
(for each drink after the first, DC increases by 5)
"Hmm, fear is a dangerous thing." Jason's voice suddenly come out of Shade's body "I wouldn't be disappointed of ya little buddy!"
He shivers a little bit as goosebumps pop up on his body "It's not weak, that's for sure." He drinks some more. Con save:24
“Is t-that really Jason talking?
”definitely…” she chuckles a bit. “What were you arrested for again? Like, originally.”
It goes back to Shade’s voice “Yes.”
Rag is obviously hard drunk from the second bottle “I tried to punch Ab- Abad- Abaddon in his stupID face.” He places a hand on her face “You’re so pretty.”
“Could he like, hear our entire c-conversation?”
She giggles. “That ro-roach deserved it.” She slaps his hand away and puts her hand on his face.
”nu-uh, you’re so pretty.”
“No, I just gave him a chance to talk with you real quick.”
He grabs her hand and smiles “You’re so warm, and lo- *hic* lovely.” He chuckles and drinks some more. Con save( to see if he gets even more drunk): 26
“Okay… uh, thanks I guess…”
”does-Hic-Abaddon know you’re here?” She says, drinking some more. She can’t even make the first save for Thrilljoy.
*they’re a match made in… hell*
*ba dum Tsk*
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“I could, doesn’t mean you weren’t sneaking up on me.” (They have a 26 passive perception)
It goes back to Shade’s voice “Yes.”
Rag is obviously hard drunk from the second bottle “I tried to punch Ab- Abad- Abaddon in his stupID face.” He places a hand on her face “You’re so pretty.”
“Oh that is much more interesting. So they felt threatened by your existence then…? Because they believed only they could be like themselves?”
"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
*he has a +15 to stealth and advantage on stealth checks* “Doesn’t that mean I wasn’t sneaking up on you if you could notice me?”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“Could he like, hear our entire c-conversation?”
She giggles. “That ro-roach deserved it.” She slaps his hand away and puts her hand on his face.
”nu-uh, you’re so pretty.”
*ah, I see. Almost as high as their stealth!* “Nevermind, what do ya want?”
“Draken, Beast Master of the Dragon Slayers. Pleasure to meet you, doom duck. Would you care to help me test an experiment?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Exactly, not only was I just like this ‘superior race’, I was better then most of them in what they are special at.”
What sort of... experiment?
“No reason. We hitmen gotta stick together, am I right?”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“Oh I’m sure that ruffled their scales then. Such is the way with beings with inflated egos. Sometimes it’s best to pop it before it swells to an unsustainable level.”
"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
“No, I just gave him a chance to talk with you real quick.”
He grabs her hand and smiles “You’re so warm, and lo- *hic* lovely.” He chuckles and drinks some more. Con save( to see if he gets even more drunk): 35
“Well I’m also the one thing it takes their race centuries to achieve, and I’m not even thirty yet. Which means I am considered someone who needs killing immediately by most.”
"I simply need to use your strength to measure that of another creature. In simple terms, a battle."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Which would be difficult since you are better at their abilities then them. Classic. Shame though, it’s never fun to be bated and hunted for just being yourself. At least let me earn your ire before you try to kill me in your hatred of me”
"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
“Never heard anyone say that before. Anyways, who was your hardest to kill target?”
seems simple… why not?
“Oh trust me, I’ve annoyed enough of them. Although one of them sent an assassin after me, and my friend who ranked up only a few minutes ago been the crap out of them. They are by no means strong enough to kill me unless they send a gold or diamond rank warrior.”
*Dang he is getting drunk drunk.*
“Okay… uh, thanks I guess…”
”does-Hic-Abaddon know you’re here?” She says, drinking some more. She can’t even make the first save for Thrilljoy.
*they’re a match made in… hell*
*ba dum Tsk*