“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."
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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.
"What can I say, this crazy old bat can spew out wisdom even in my crazy old age. now, why don't you tell me a bit about this rainforest and your inspiration for it."
"There isn't much I can tell you, I came here and it was already here. I don't know what it represents but I know it is definitely important to my soul."
"I see, so it's something core you your being even if you don't consciously know why. Fascinating"
"I seem to have a lot of things like that, although I don't mind it too much, I pretty sure I know what's best for me." A sarcastic scoff comes from his shadow "Well sometimes."
She chuckles. "Well one can only do their best, isn't that right Mr. Shadow?"
Shade steps out of the shadow "That would be true if Jason even tried to keep himself safe Ms. Coronet."
"Ah, so Mr. Asano is the reckless sort is he?" She says chuckling more.
Shade sighs "Reckless is an understatement. He willingly spits in the face of people who can erase him in a single blow." Jason doesn't object, a [gp] eating grin on his face.
"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.
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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."
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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.
"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."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“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.”
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."
seems simple… why not?
"That's the spirit" They crack the whip again and out of the portal climbs a tiny white weasel.
what is this creature?
“I like to call them Pygmy. The power of a fearsome creature in the body of a common house pet. It was either a weasel or an elder brain dragon, which I’ve been informed is not a common pet, which I have trouble believing. Either way, they are only a prototype, so don’t damage them too much. Let us begin.” The weasel stands on its hind legs and strikes some kind of fighting pose.
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."
seems simple… why not?
"That's the spirit" They crack the whip again and out of the portal climbs a tiny white weasel.
what is this creature?
“I like to call them Pygmy. The power of a fearsome creature in the body of a common house pet. It was either a weasel or an elder brain dragon, which I’ve been informed is not a common pet, which I have trouble believing. Either way, they are only a prototype, so don’t damage them too much. Let us begin.” The weasel stands on its hind legs and strikes some kind of fighting pose.
initiative 11
The doom duck immediately beats that initiative, rushing towards the weasel and pecking at it with explosive force.
to hit: 28 damage: 11 bludgeoning + 17 force, all non lethal.
"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.”
“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?”
“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.”
“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.
“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.
“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.
“I like to call them Pygmy. The power of a fearsome creature in the body of a common house pet. It was either a weasel or an elder brain dragon, which I’ve been informed is not a common pet, which I have trouble believing. Either way, they are only a prototype, so don’t damage them too much. Let us begin.” The weasel stands on its hind legs and strikes some kind of fighting pose.
initiative 11
The doom duck immediately beats that initiative, rushing towards the weasel and pecking at it with explosive force.
to hit: 28 damage: 11 bludgeoning + 17 force, all non lethal.
The Pygmy takes the force of the bite before biting you back. (Legendary action)
to hit 27 damage 22 piercing and 21 fire
the Pygmy then locks eyes with you as its body starts to heat up and glow. (DC 22 Con save, taking 9 fire damage and become frightened till your next turn on a failure)
Finally, the Pygmy lets out all this heat as it spits fire directly between your eyes, out to 90 feet. (DC 22 DEX save, taking 57 fire damage and being pushed away 30 feet on a failure, half and no push on a success.
“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*
“I like to call them Pygmy. The power of a fearsome creature in the body of a common house pet. It was either a weasel or an elder brain dragon, which I’ve been informed is not a common pet, which I have trouble believing. Either way, they are only a prototype, so don’t damage them too much. Let us begin.” The weasel stands on its hind legs and strikes some kind of fighting pose.
initiative 11
The doom duck immediately beats that initiative, rushing towards the weasel and pecking at it with explosive force.
to hit: 28 damage: 11 bludgeoning + 17 force, all non lethal.
The Pygmy takes the force of the bite before biting you back. (Legendary action)
to hit 24 damage 26 piercing and 17 fire
the Pygmy then locks eyes with you as its body starts to heat up and glow. (DC 22 Con save, taking 5 fire damage and become frightened till your next turn on a failure)
Finally, the Pygmy lets out all this heat as it spits fire directly between your eyes, out to 90 feet. (DC 22 DEX save, taking 58 fire damage and being pushed away 30 feet on a failure, half and no push on a success.
*all nonlethal and end of turn*
*sorry, my device is really low battery so I’ll get to this later*
“I like to call them Pygmy. The power of a fearsome creature in the body of a common house pet. It was either a weasel or an elder brain dragon, which I’ve been informed is not a common pet, which I have trouble believing. Either way, they are only a prototype, so don’t damage them too much. Let us begin.” The weasel stands on its hind legs and strikes some kind of fighting pose.
initiative 11
The doom duck immediately beats that initiative, rushing towards the weasel and pecking at it with explosive force.
to hit: 28 damage: 11 bludgeoning + 17 force, all non lethal.
The Pygmy takes the force of the bite before biting you back. (Legendary action)
to hit 24 damage 26 piercing and 17 fire
the Pygmy then locks eyes with you as its body starts to heat up and glow. (DC 22 Con save, taking 5 fire damage and become frightened till your next turn on a failure)
Finally, the Pygmy lets out all this heat as it spits fire directly between your eyes, out to 90 feet. (DC 22 DEX save, taking 58 fire damage and being pushed away 30 feet on a failure, half and no push on a success.
*all nonlethal and end of turn*
*sorry, my device is really low battery so I’ll get to this later*
*yes indeed*
"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."
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
*AGATE! I SUMMON THEE!*
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
"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.
"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
"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."
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
"fair enough Jason. Poor Shade though, maybe you should let the poor fellow rest a bit."
"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
“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.”
*sylvan chanting to summon Agate*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The doom duck immediately beats that initiative, rushing towards the weasel and pecking at it with explosive force.
to hit: 28 damage: 11 bludgeoning + 17 force, all non lethal.
“Of course, he can do whatever he wants. He chooses to do this, maybe he likes me.”
“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.
The Pygmy takes the force of the bite before biting you back. (Legendary action)
to hit 27 damage 22 piercing and 21 fire
the Pygmy then locks eyes with you as its body starts to heat up and glow. (DC 22 Con save, taking 9 fire damage and become frightened till your next turn on a failure)
Finally, the Pygmy lets out all this heat as it spits fire directly between your eyes, out to 90 feet. (DC 22 DEX save, taking 57 fire damage and being pushed away 30 feet on a failure, half and no push on a success.
*all nonlethal and end of turn*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“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*
*sorry, my device is really low battery so I’ll get to this later*
*thats fine*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!