Coronet flies above, watching the various combats unfold. Many of the lesser warriors flee at the sight of her, causing the great dracolich to cackle. "Oh, poor dears think I'm going to harm them. How cute." She circles around, seeing if she spots any familiar faces, or anything new that catches her eyes.
Sitting on a stump, eating a sandwhich, is a large lion of a man. He is old, war-torn and grey, though his mane is well kept.
Suddenly, the massive dracolich would swoop down to land not to far in front of the man. Though he is not quite the size of the Wretched Red Dragon that occasionally terrorizes the dome, she does come close to his size. Necrotic energy hisses out from the cracks in her charred black bones as she touches down, unnatural flames of black, icy blue, and vivid purple dance across her form, mixing with the various icy shards of various colors to form a cool mist that always encircles the Undead Winter Wyrm. Her three heads all look down at the man, each skull showing off a permanent wide cheshire cat-like smile as the purple flames in each eye socket flickers with mad glee. "Well hello my friend! It is always nice to see a new face here in this dome of violence and debauchery. What may I call you my fine feline fellow?"
Her presence does little to upset him, and he smiles, wrinkles forming in his old face. "Hello, Ma'am. I am Cyvus. I'm no warrior though, I'm retired. I came here for the weather."
"Oh, that sounds marvelous. Well the Dome has many lovely weather phenomenon thanks to the generous contribution of the various powerful entities doing battle here. We have lovely blizzards to the south, scorching droughts to the east, terrible lightning storms and tornadoes to the west, and thick fogs of strange gases to the north. The center is very pleasant and mild, with not a cloud in the sky due to all the fighter constantly cutting them in half as a means of showing off." Coronet says.
Coronet flies above, watching the various combats unfold. Many of the lesser warriors flee at the sight of her, causing the great dracolich to cackle. "Oh, poor dears think I'm going to harm them. How cute." She circles around, seeing if she spots any familiar faces, or anything new that catches her eyes.
Sitting on a stump, eating a sandwhich, is a large lion of a man. He is old, war-torn and grey, though his mane is well kept.
Suddenly, the massive dracolich would swoop down to land not to far in front of the man. Though he is not quite the size of the Wretched Red Dragon that occasionally terrorizes the dome, she does come close to his size. Necrotic energy hisses out from the cracks in her charred black bones as she touches down, unnatural flames of black, icy blue, and vivid purple dance across her form, mixing with the various icy shards of various colors to form a cool mist that always encircles the Undead Winter Wyrm. Her three heads all look down at the man, each skull showing off a permanent wide cheshire cat-like smile as the purple flames in each eye socket flickers with mad glee. "Well hello my friend! It is always nice to see a new face here in this dome of violence and debauchery. What may I call you my fine feline fellow?"
Her presence does little to upset him, and he smiles, wrinkles forming in his old face. "Hello, Ma'am. I am Cyvus. I'm no warrior though, I'm retired. I came here for the weather."
"Oh, that sounds marvelous. Well the Dome has many lovely weather phenomenon thanks to the generous contribution of the various powerful entities doing battle here. We have lovely blizzards to the south, scorching droughts to the east, terrible lightning storms and tornadoes to the west, and thick fogs of strange gases to the north. The center is very pleasant and mild, with not a cloud in the sky due to all the fighter constantly cutting them in half as a means of showing off." Coronet says.
"Sounds like a lot of work to experience all that. I just came here to sit and eat for my lunch break." he says earnestly.
"No trouble there, this is a good of a place as any. Would you mind some company. I could use a tea break myself and tea always tastes better in the company of others."
The emaciated, unarmed, ragged oniborne looks up at her, his expression a calm, tight-lipped smile despite the adrenaline flowing through his veins.
A massive three headed dracolich would soon fly down, her three skulls ever smiling widely as the flickering violet flames in her sockets appraise the newcomer. "Well hello there! Welcome to the Battle Dome, where we ascribe to the three Ds of life; Death, Destruction, and Desserts in any which order you choose! And if doctor Coroent could make a humble recommendation, you look like you could use a hearty dose of the third option yourself. ahahaha." Coronet says as her three heads cackle and flail around on their skeletal necks.
The convict bows. "T-thank you for the warm welcome, my fiery acquaintance." He speaks with an Irish accent, his voice soft and calm, although the stutter at the beginning betrays his true feelings. "My name is Hyacinthe Chassuer. May I know yours?"
This man is very unlikely to survive from his demeanor alone. His lack of physical might exacerbates this.
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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.
The emaciated, unarmed, ragged oniborne looks up at her, his expression a calm, tight-lipped smile despite the adrenaline flowing through his veins.
A massive three headed dracolich would soon fly down, her three skulls ever smiling widely as the flickering violet flames in her sockets appraise the newcomer. "Well hello there! Welcome to the Battle Dome, where we ascribe to the three Ds of life; Death, Destruction, and Desserts in any which order you choose! And if doctor Coroent could make a humble recommendation, you look like you could use a hearty dose of the third option yourself. ahahaha." Coronet says as her three heads cackle and flail around on their skeletal necks.
The convict bows. "T-thank you for the warm welcome, my fiery acquaintance." He speaks with an Irish accent, his voice soft and calm, although the stutter at the beginning betrays his true feelings. "My name is Hyacinthe Chassuer. May I know yours?"
This man is very unlikely to survive from his demeanor alone. His lack of physical might exacerbates this.
"I am Coronet, it is a pleasure Hyacinthe. You certainly don't seem like a combatant, but its always nice to meet a nice face. What bring you to this place my dear oni friend?"
“It’s very frowned upon to keep members of your own kind as pets.”
"It's a complicated relationship, but I care for her like a father would."
“Sure. Now are we fight or not?”
"Fine, you incessant little worm.." he says as he takes flight, grabbing them with a claw and dragging them across the ground.
To hit: 13 Damage: 20
He dodges with ease, appearing on the dragons snout “Is that all you got? Disappointing.” He punches the dragon in the nose repeatedly Attack: 31 Damage: 33 Attack: 40 Damage: 30 Attack: 42 Damage: 44 Attack: 40 Damage: 28
"I was going easy on you" He growls after taking a few of those attacks, shaking his head and the man off of him. He swoops back over to them, shifting to a bipedal form and wielding a long, greatsword that flares at the end. "This is good.. get's the blood flowing." He initiates a flurry of slashes.
To Hit: 31 To Hit: 20 To Hit: 33 To Hit: 35 Damage: 25 Damage: 21 Damage: 31 Damage: 34
He dodges all but the last, which just catches him on the cheek “Now we’re talking.” He smiles like a madman before unleashing a barrage of palm strikes Attack: 32 Damage: 36 Attack: 26 Damage: 26 Attack: 30 Damage: 33 Attack: 29 Damage: 25Attack: 26 Damage: 30 Attack: 37 Damage: 25
He chuckles, the last strike hitting him off guard. "This is good... You're strong" He blows gently on his blade, setting it ablaze. His eyes glaze over, and his muscles bulge slightly. He rushes forward, carrying them with him as he makes his way to the wall of the dome, slamming them into it.
To Hit: 33 Damage: 15
He dodges again, taking a solid stance “Earth Style, Fire Enhancement: Eruption.” He slams his foot into the ground, as a plume of lava rises. Make a dexterity saving throw or take 15 bludgeoning damage and 64 fire damage, or half on a success ignoring resistance and treating immunity as resistance
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Coronet flies above, watching the various combats unfold. Many of the lesser warriors flee at the sight of her, causing the great dracolich to cackle. "Oh, poor dears think I'm going to harm them. How cute." She circles around, seeing if she spots any familiar faces, or anything new that catches her eyes.
Sitting on a stump, eating a sandwhich, is a large lion of a man. He is old, war-torn and grey, though his mane is well kept.
Suddenly, the massive dracolich would swoop down to land not to far in front of the man. Though he is not quite the size of the Wretched Red Dragon that occasionally terrorizes the dome, she does come close to his size. Necrotic energy hisses out from the cracks in her charred black bones as she touches down, unnatural flames of black, icy blue, and vivid purple dance across her form, mixing with the various icy shards of various colors to form a cool mist that always encircles the Undead Winter Wyrm. Her three heads all look down at the man, each skull showing off a permanent wide cheshire cat-like smile as the purple flames in each eye socket flickers with mad glee. "Well hello my friend! It is always nice to see a new face here in this dome of violence and debauchery. What may I call you my fine feline fellow?"
Her presence does little to upset him, and he smiles, wrinkles forming in his old face. "Hello, Ma'am. I am Cyvus. I'm no warrior though, I'm retired. I came here for the weather."
"Oh, that sounds marvelous. Well the Dome has many lovely weather phenomenon thanks to the generous contribution of the various powerful entities doing battle here. We have lovely blizzards to the south, scorching droughts to the east, terrible lightning storms and tornadoes to the west, and thick fogs of strange gases to the north. The center is very pleasant and mild, with not a cloud in the sky due to all the fighter constantly cutting them in half as a means of showing off." Coronet says.
"Sounds like a lot of work to experience all that. I just came here to sit and eat for my lunch break." he says earnestly.
"No trouble there, this is a good of a place as any. Would you mind some company. I could use a tea break myself and tea always tastes better in the company of others."
"I don't mind at all." he says warmly.
"Lovely!" she says as she waves one of her skeletal claws and a table with a huge tea set and plates of various biscuits, small sandwiches, and sweets appears. She begins to make tea, the tea kettle making a muffled shrieking sound from within the kettle as she places the tea bag into the steaming water.
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
The convict bows. "T-thank you for the warm welcome, my fiery acquaintance." He speaks with an Irish accent, his voice soft and calm, although the stutter at the beginning betrays his true feelings. "My name is Hyacinthe Chassuer. May I know yours?"
This man is very unlikely to survive from his demeanor alone. His lack of physical might exacerbates this.
"I am Coronet, it is a pleasure Hyacinthe. You certainly don't seem like a combatant, but its always nice to meet a nice face. What bring you to this place my dear oni friend?"
He chuckles. "Fool that I am, I came looking for hunters. Many come to this place to get stronger, and I was hoping that I could invite some to my guild. It has fallen into ruin during my imprisonment, but I really believe that it had merit to it. I just need to cut down on the Byzantine bureaucracy, and I think the core tenets will bring people back to the hunt. Nowadays, monster hunters only look for power and profit, using violence as both an end and a means. Back in my day, it came from an equal respect for all beings, including oneself. The acknowledgment of one's own faults and the faults of others. Exploitation in moderation. But maybe I'm just old-fashioned."
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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.
“It’s very frowned upon to keep members of your own kind as pets.”
"It's a complicated relationship, but I care for her like a father would."
“Sure. Now are we fight or not?”
"Fine, you incessant little worm.." he says as he takes flight, grabbing them with a claw and dragging them across the ground.
To hit: 13 Damage: 20
He dodges with ease, appearing on the dragons snout “Is that all you got? Disappointing.” He punches the dragon in the nose repeatedly Attack: 31 Damage: 33 Attack: 40 Damage: 30 Attack: 42 Damage: 44 Attack: 40 Damage: 28
"I was going easy on you" He growls after taking a few of those attacks, shaking his head and the man off of him. He swoops back over to them, shifting to a bipedal form and wielding a long, greatsword that flares at the end. "This is good.. get's the blood flowing." He initiates a flurry of slashes.
To Hit: 31 To Hit: 20 To Hit: 33 To Hit: 35 Damage: 25 Damage: 21 Damage: 31 Damage: 34
He dodges all but the last, which just catches him on the cheek “Now we’re talking.” He smiles like a madman before unleashing a barrage of palm strikes Attack: 32 Damage: 36 Attack: 26 Damage: 26 Attack: 30 Damage: 33 Attack: 29 Damage: 25Attack: 26 Damage: 30 Attack: 37 Damage: 25
He chuckles, the last strike hitting him off guard. "This is good... You're strong" He blows gently on his blade, setting it ablaze. His eyes glaze over, and his muscles bulge slightly. He rushes forward, carrying them with him as he makes his way to the wall of the dome, slamming them into it.
To Hit: 33 Damage: 15
He dodges again, taking a solid stance “Earth Style, Fire Enhancement: Eruption.” He slams his foot into the ground, as a plume of lava rises. Make a dexterity saving throw or take 15 bludgeoning damage and 115 fire damage, or half on a success ignoring resistance and treating immunity as resistance
He makes no attempt to move out of the way of the lava, and it seems to soothe him. "Ahhh, the warmth is nice. Was that meant to hurt me?" Though, in actually, he takes 67fire damage and all of the bludgeoning. he makes a solid thrust with the end of the burning sword.
To hit: 27 Damage: 3 + 8 fire damage, not accounting for resistances.
*That was a mistype, so for whatever calculations, use 48 as the fire damage*
He dodges out of the way with grace “I thought this would be more challenging. You’re a sorry excuse for a dragon.” Water Style: Flowing Ripple Palm” He slams his palm into his stomach, a cold rippling sensation flowing through him. Make a Constitution saving throw or take 30 cold damage, or half on a success, ignoring resistance and treating immunity as resistance
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
The convict bows. "T-thank you for the warm welcome, my fiery acquaintance." He speaks with an Irish accent, his voice soft and calm, although the stutter at the beginning betrays his true feelings. "My name is Hyacinthe Chassuer. May I know yours?"
This man is very unlikely to survive from his demeanor alone. His lack of physical might exacerbates this.
"I am Coronet, it is a pleasure Hyacinthe. You certainly don't seem like a combatant, but its always nice to meet a nice face. What bring you to this place my dear oni friend?"
He chuckles. "Fool that I am, I came looking for hunters. Many come to this place to get stronger, and I was hoping that I could invite some to my guild. It has fallen into ruin during my imprisonment, but I really believe that it had merit to it. I just need to cut down on the Byzantine bureaucracy, and I think the core tenets will bring people back to the hunt. Nowadays, monster hunters only look for power and profit, using violence as both an end and a means. Back in my day, it came from an equal respect for all beings, including oneself. The acknowledgment of one's own faults and the faults of others. Exploitation in moderation. But maybe I'm just old-fashioned."
"Not old fashions I think, you are just of stronger character then others to stick to such values despite your struggles. It is so easy for beings, mortals or otherwise, to fall to our vices as time ravages the soul, wearing it down and rubbing off the shiny coating to reveal the ever growing collects of cracks and nick that slowly expand until nothing but shattered pieces remain. No being can avoid this forever, but we all have control over how we treat the damage. Do we just let it happen, becoming the broken and depraved shells that only seeks to embody the darkest parts of ourselves, do we work to try and mend the soul to hide the damage and pretend we aren't flawed and suffering, or do we learn to love the faults and cracks of our soul and even incorporate them into the beautiful masterpiece that is our very being. I enjoy the latter personally. My soul is like a beautiful piece of kintsugi pottery." she says before shaking her head. "Oh, but looking at me waxing philosophy. I can help you seek out monster hunters here. I should deter most from thinking of fighting you while you are here."
"You are a strange one.. You remind me of the jester in my Majesty's court."
"Oh, that is truly high praise, court jester do marvelous work."She says as she uses a perfectly preserved giant frog's tongue as a tea stirrer.
"I lopped his head off for treason." he says casually, taking another bite of his sandwich, drinking from a flask on his hip.
"Sounds like a lovely Tuesday afternoon." She pours the tea into a cup, then drops in a few glowing green crystals and a few spoonfuls of a strange blue substance.
He chuckles. "Fool that I am, I came looking for hunters. Many come to this place to get stronger, and I was hoping that I could invite some to my guild. It has fallen into ruin during my imprisonment, but I really believe that it had merit to it. I just need to cut down on the Byzantine bureaucracy, and I think the core tenets will bring people back to the hunt. Nowadays, monster hunters only look for power and profit, using violence as both an end and a means. Back in my day, it came from an equal respect for all beings, including oneself. The acknowledgment of one's own faults and the faults of others. Exploitation in moderation. But maybe I'm just old-fashioned."
"Not old fashions I think, you are just of stronger character then others to stick to such values despite your struggles. It is so easy for beings, mortals or otherwise, to fall to our vices as time ravages the soul, wearing it down and rubbing off the shiny coating to reveal the ever growing collects of cracks and nick that slowly expand until nothing but shattered pieces remain. No being can avoid this forever, but we all have control over how we treat the damage. Do we just let it happen, becoming the broken and depraved shells that only seeks to embody the darkest parts of ourselves, do we work to try and mend the soul to hide the damage and pretend we aren't flawed and suffering, or do we learn to love the faults and cracks of our soul and even incorporate them into the beautiful masterpiece that is our very being. I enjoy the latter personally. My soul is like a beautiful piece of kintsugi pottery." she says before shaking her head. "Oh, but looking at me waxing philosophy. I can help you seek out monster hunters here. I should deter most from thinking of fighting you while you are here."
He smiles slightly wider. "Oh dear, quite the kindness you have offered me. It would be quite foolish of me to not accept it." He thinks for a moment. "You have quite an interesting philosophy. I accept my flaws, but I still see them as something to be fixed. But sins cannot be undone, nor words unspoken. Kintsugi is a wonderful way to view a soul. The injuries aren't gone or left to stay damaged, but, as you say, they are incorporated into the masterpiece of simply being. They are no longer 'injuries.' Not flaws, but features. I've never considered it that way."
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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.
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"Oh, that sounds marvelous. Well the Dome has many lovely weather phenomenon thanks to the generous contribution of the various powerful entities doing battle here. We have lovely blizzards to the south, scorching droughts to the east, terrible lightning storms and tornadoes to the west, and thick fogs of strange gases to the north. The center is very pleasant and mild, with not a cloud in the sky due to all the fighter constantly cutting them in half as a means of showing off." Coronet says.
"No trouble there, this is a good of a place as any. Would you mind some company. I could use a tea break myself and tea always tastes better in the company of others."
The convict bows. "T-thank you for the warm welcome, my fiery acquaintance." He speaks with an Irish accent, his voice soft and calm, although the stutter at the beginning betrays his true feelings. "My name is Hyacinthe Chassuer. May I know yours?"
This man is very unlikely to survive from his demeanor alone. His lack of physical might exacerbates this.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I am Coronet, it is a pleasure Hyacinthe. You certainly don't seem like a combatant, but its always nice to meet a nice face. What bring you to this place my dear oni friend?"
He dodges again, taking a solid stance “Earth Style, Fire Enhancement: Eruption.” He slams his foot into the ground, as a plume of lava rises. Make a dexterity saving throw or take 15 bludgeoning damage and 64 fire damage, or half on a success ignoring resistance and treating immunity as resistance
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Lovely!" she says as she waves one of her skeletal claws and a table with a huge tea set and plates of various biscuits, small sandwiches, and sweets appears. She begins to make tea, the tea kettle making a muffled shrieking sound from within the kettle as she places the tea bag into the steaming water.
*Gah, mistype*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
He chuckles. "Fool that I am, I came looking for hunters. Many come to this place to get stronger, and I was hoping that I could invite some to my guild. It has fallen into ruin during my imprisonment, but I really believe that it had merit to it. I just need to cut down on the Byzantine bureaucracy, and I think the core tenets will bring people back to the hunt. Nowadays, monster hunters only look for power and profit, using violence as both an end and a means. Back in my day, it came from an equal respect for all beings, including oneself. The acknowledgment of one's own faults and the faults of others. Exploitation in moderation. But maybe I'm just old-fashioned."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That was a mistype, so for whatever calculations, use 48 as the fire damage*
He dodges out of the way with grace “I thought this would be more challenging. You’re a sorry excuse for a dragon.” Water Style: Flowing Ripple Palm” He slams his palm into his stomach, a cold rippling sensation flowing through him. Make a Constitution saving throw or take 30 cold damage, or half on a success, ignoring resistance and treating immunity as resistance
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Not old fashions I think, you are just of stronger character then others to stick to such values despite your struggles. It is so easy for beings, mortals or otherwise, to fall to our vices as time ravages the soul, wearing it down and rubbing off the shiny coating to reveal the ever growing collects of cracks and nick that slowly expand until nothing but shattered pieces remain. No being can avoid this forever, but we all have control over how we treat the damage. Do we just let it happen, becoming the broken and depraved shells that only seeks to embody the darkest parts of ourselves, do we work to try and mend the soul to hide the damage and pretend we aren't flawed and suffering, or do we learn to love the faults and cracks of our soul and even incorporate them into the beautiful masterpiece that is our very being. I enjoy the latter personally. My soul is like a beautiful piece of kintsugi pottery." she says before shaking her head. "Oh, but looking at me waxing philosophy. I can help you seek out monster hunters here. I should deter most from thinking of fighting you while you are here."
"Oh, that is truly high praise, court jester do marvelous work." She says as she uses a perfectly preserved giant frog's tongue as a tea stirrer.
"Sounds like a lovely Tuesday afternoon." She pours the tea into a cup, then drops in a few glowing green crystals and a few spoonfuls of a strange blue substance.
He smiles slightly wider. "Oh dear, quite the kindness you have offered me. It would be quite foolish of me to not accept it." He thinks for a moment. "You have quite an interesting philosophy. I accept my flaws, but I still see them as something to be fixed. But sins cannot be undone, nor words unspoken. Kintsugi is a wonderful way to view a soul. The injuries aren't gone or left to stay damaged, but, as you say, they are incorporated into the masterpiece of simply being. They are no longer 'injuries.' Not flaws, but features. I've never considered it that way."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.