the boy dodges all the attacks, then steps back, he breathes in and out carefully "this is true... you are powerful half-drake" he slams his sword in the ground "and i do not wish to test you more. i allow you entrance into my sanctum. it will accommodate you as your mind decides" he looks around, then back into your eyes "all i ask is that you leave your cults and gods behind in here. they have no power and they are not welcome here"
He immediately puts his hands on his knees and begins to breath heavily before placing his hand on one of the wounds, instantly some of the wounds close. "Thank you for thinking I'm worthy. I've been working hard for this strength." He sits back down and sighs "You are mighty strong yourself, and especially fast. Though not built to take hits. What's your name?"
"i am jylek. what is yours?" the boy takes a seat by you after stowing his blade. he seems much younger upon further inspection, only about 18 at the most. his voice softens to that of a curious child as well.
"Ragnerious. Just an old fighting man." He sighs flaming breath and reaches for his belt, drinking a healing potion. His wounds begin to close once more, leaving scars.
the boy nods thoughtfully "and why have you come here ragnar- ragnari-" he stumbles trying to say the long name he cant exactly seem to pronounce right.
He laughs, understanding the issue "Just call me Rag. I've come for combat like everyone else. Also because of my grandfather, the giant dragon."
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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.
the boy dodges all the attacks, then steps back, he breathes in and out carefully "this is true... you are powerful half-drake" he slams his sword in the ground "and i do not wish to test you more. i allow you entrance into my sanctum. it will accommodate you as your mind decides" he looks around, then back into your eyes "all i ask is that you leave your cults and gods behind in here. they have no power and they are not welcome here"
He immediately puts his hands on his knees and begins to breath heavily before placing his hand on one of the wounds, instantly some of the wounds close. "Thank you for thinking I'm worthy. I've been working hard for this strength." He sits back down and sighs "You are mighty strong yourself, and especially fast. Though not built to take hits. What's your name?"
"i am jylek. what is yours?" the boy takes a seat by you after stowing his blade. he seems much younger upon further inspection, only about 18 at the most. his voice softens to that of a curious child as well.
"Ragnerious. Just an old fighting man." He sighs flaming breath and reaches for his belt, drinking a healing potion. His wounds begin to close once more, leaving scars.
the boy nods thoughtfully "and why have you come here ragnar- ragnari-" he stumbles trying to say the long name he cant exactly seem to pronounce right.
He laughs, understanding the issue "Just call me Rag. I've come for combat like everyone else. Also because of my grandfather, the giant dragon."
the boy looks up and sneers "yes. the destroyer. is he strong like you?" the boy then looks at you "has everyone come to claim my land?" he furrows his brow in worry, then leans back in exhaustion.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
the boy dodges all the attacks, then steps back, he breathes in and out carefully "this is true... you are powerful half-drake" he slams his sword in the ground "and i do not wish to test you more. i allow you entrance into my sanctum. it will accommodate you as your mind decides" he looks around, then back into your eyes "all i ask is that you leave your cults and gods behind in here. they have no power and they are not welcome here"
He immediately puts his hands on his knees and begins to breath heavily before placing his hand on one of the wounds, instantly some of the wounds close. "Thank you for thinking I'm worthy. I've been working hard for this strength." He sits back down and sighs "You are mighty strong yourself, and especially fast. Though not built to take hits. What's your name?"
"i am jylek. what is yours?" the boy takes a seat by you after stowing his blade. he seems much younger upon further inspection, only about 18 at the most. his voice softens to that of a curious child as well.
"Ragnerious. Just an old fighting man." He sighs flaming breath and reaches for his belt, drinking a healing potion. His wounds begin to close once more, leaving scars.
the boy nods thoughtfully "and why have you come here ragnar- ragnari-" he stumbles trying to say the long name he cant exactly seem to pronounce right.
He laughs, understanding the issue "Just call me Rag. I've come for combat like everyone else. Also because of my grandfather, the giant dragon."
the boy looks up and sneers "yes. the destroyer. is he strong like you?" the boy then looks at you "has everyone come to claim my land?" he furrows his brow in worry, then leans back in exhaustion.
He matches his exhaustion "Stronger I imagine. I don't want your land, I'm just here for a good challenge." He slaps his knees and stands up "Do you want something to eat? I make a good stew."
(what kind of war we talkin bout? but im mostly up for anything, i gotta leave soon for the day but ill be bcak tomorrow, ive only got a few more minutes)
*A war of factions. Sorry for answering late (had to go do stuff), you probably won't see this until tomorrow, but me and a bunch of other people have made a faction wars event! You can join a faction (I recommend the Regnum Collective, a group dedicated to studying the Outer Planes, or the Baronies, eldritch horrors acting like a civilized aristocracy) and brutally war against your enemies!*
the boy dodges all the attacks, then steps back, he breathes in and out carefully "this is true... you are powerful half-drake" he slams his sword in the ground "and i do not wish to test you more. i allow you entrance into my sanctum. it will accommodate you as your mind decides" he looks around, then back into your eyes "all i ask is that you leave your cults and gods behind in here. they have no power and they are not welcome here"
He immediately puts his hands on his knees and begins to breath heavily before placing his hand on one of the wounds, instantly some of the wounds close. "Thank you for thinking I'm worthy. I've been working hard for this strength." He sits back down and sighs "You are mighty strong yourself, and especially fast. Though not built to take hits. What's your name?"
"i am jylek. what is yours?" the boy takes a seat by you after stowing his blade. he seems much younger upon further inspection, only about 18 at the most. his voice softens to that of a curious child as well.
"Ragnerious. Just an old fighting man." He sighs flaming breath and reaches for his belt, drinking a healing potion. His wounds begin to close once more, leaving scars.
the boy nods thoughtfully "and why have you come here ragnar- ragnari-" he stumbles trying to say the long name he cant exactly seem to pronounce right.
He laughs, understanding the issue "Just call me Rag. I've come for combat like everyone else. Also because of my grandfather, the giant dragon."
the boy looks up and sneers "yes. the destroyer. is he strong like you?" the boy then looks at you "has everyone come to claim my land?" he furrows his brow in worry, then leans back in exhaustion.
He matches his exhaustion "Stronger I imagine. I don't want your land, I'm just here for a good challenge." He slaps his knees and stands up "Do you want something to eat? I make a good stew."
the boy nods and licks his lips "i am starving. you cook?" he seems intrigued as he stands.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
the boy dodges all the attacks, then steps back, he breathes in and out carefully "this is true... you are powerful half-drake" he slams his sword in the ground "and i do not wish to test you more. i allow you entrance into my sanctum. it will accommodate you as your mind decides" he looks around, then back into your eyes "all i ask is that you leave your cults and gods behind in here. they have no power and they are not welcome here"
He immediately puts his hands on his knees and begins to breath heavily before placing his hand on one of the wounds, instantly some of the wounds close. "Thank you for thinking I'm worthy. I've been working hard for this strength." He sits back down and sighs "You are mighty strong yourself, and especially fast. Though not built to take hits. What's your name?"
"i am jylek. what is yours?" the boy takes a seat by you after stowing his blade. he seems much younger upon further inspection, only about 18 at the most. his voice softens to that of a curious child as well.
"Ragnerious. Just an old fighting man." He sighs flaming breath and reaches for his belt, drinking a healing potion. His wounds begin to close once more, leaving scars.
the boy nods thoughtfully "and why have you come here ragnar- ragnari-" he stumbles trying to say the long name he cant exactly seem to pronounce right.
He laughs, understanding the issue "Just call me Rag. I've come for combat like everyone else. Also because of my grandfather, the giant dragon."
the boy looks up and sneers "yes. the destroyer. is he strong like you?" the boy then looks at you "has everyone come to claim my land?" he furrows his brow in worry, then leans back in exhaustion.
He matches his exhaustion "Stronger I imagine. I don't want your land, I'm just here for a good challenge." He slaps his knees and stands up "Do you want something to eat? I make a good stew."
the boy nods and licks his lips "i am starving. you cook?" he seems intrigued as he stands.
"I was a hunter for a good chunk of my life. So I'd hope so. Give me a moment." He walks to the door, then begins running, in a flash he's gone with a sonic boom. Minutes later he's back holding a dead, cleanly killed. He walks back over "Where's the kitchen?"
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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.
the boy dodges all the attacks, then steps back, he breathes in and out carefully "this is true... you are powerful half-drake" he slams his sword in the ground "and i do not wish to test you more. i allow you entrance into my sanctum. it will accommodate you as your mind decides" he looks around, then back into your eyes "all i ask is that you leave your cults and gods behind in here. they have no power and they are not welcome here"
He immediately puts his hands on his knees and begins to breath heavily before placing his hand on one of the wounds, instantly some of the wounds close. "Thank you for thinking I'm worthy. I've been working hard for this strength." He sits back down and sighs "You are mighty strong yourself, and especially fast. Though not built to take hits. What's your name?"
"i am jylek. what is yours?" the boy takes a seat by you after stowing his blade. he seems much younger upon further inspection, only about 18 at the most. his voice softens to that of a curious child as well.
"Ragnerious. Just an old fighting man." He sighs flaming breath and reaches for his belt, drinking a healing potion. His wounds begin to close once more, leaving scars.
the boy nods thoughtfully "and why have you come here ragnar- ragnari-" he stumbles trying to say the long name he cant exactly seem to pronounce right.
He laughs, understanding the issue "Just call me Rag. I've come for combat like everyone else. Also because of my grandfather, the giant dragon."
the boy looks up and sneers "yes. the destroyer. is he strong like you?" the boy then looks at you "has everyone come to claim my land?" he furrows his brow in worry, then leans back in exhaustion.
He matches his exhaustion "Stronger I imagine. I don't want your land, I'm just here for a good challenge." He slaps his knees and stands up "Do you want something to eat? I make a good stew."
the boy nods and licks his lips "i am starving. you cook?" he seems intrigued as he stands.
"I was a hunter for a good chunk of my life. So I'd hope so. Give me a moment." He walks to the door, then begins running, in a flash he's gone with a sonic boom. Minutes later he's back holding a dead, cleanly killed. He walks back over "Where's the kitchen?"
the boy points, and where there was plain, there is now a very nice fully stocked kitchen, the boy winks "the land provides" then smiles "i am delighted. i never learned to cook..." he thinks "in fact. i really know nothing. to be honest great hunter. i was just created a few hours ago" he shrugs, then turns back "how long will it take you to cook the life?"
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
the boy points, and where there was plain, there is now a very nice fully stocked kitchen, the boy winks "the land provides" then smiles "i am delighted. i never learned to cook..." he thinks "in fact. i really know nothing. to be honest great hunter. i was just created a few hours ago" he shrugs, then turns back "how long will it take you to cook the life?"
He walks to the kitchen and begins preparing the deer, skinning it and draining it's blood into a bowl "Along with the years a spent as a hunter. I don't remember, most likely 12 years considering I am 48. I would be happy to teach you some time." after a what feels like an hour the stew is finished. He places a bowl of it in front of them "Eat up kid."
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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.
the boy points, and where there was plain, there is now a very nice fully stocked kitchen, the boy winks "the land provides" then smiles "i am delighted. i never learned to cook..." he thinks "in fact. i really know nothing. to be honest great hunter. i was just created a few hours ago" he shrugs, then turns back "how long will it take you to cook the life?"
He walks to the kitchen and begins preparing the deer, skinning it and draining it's blood into a bowl "Along with the years a spent as a hunter. I don't remember, most likely 12 years considering I am 48. I would be happy to teach you some time." after a what feels like an hour the stew is finished. He places a bowl of it in front of them "Eat up kid."
the boy at first seems hesitant, sipping the broth, then quickly devours the stew in seconds. on his last bite he slightly chokes on the meal and goes into a coughing fit.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
(what kind of war we talkin bout? but im mostly up for anything, i gotta leave soon for the day but ill be bcak tomorrow, ive only got a few more minutes)
*A war of factions. Sorry for answering late (had to go do stuff), you probably won't see this until tomorrow, but me and a bunch of other people have made a faction wars event! You can join a faction (I recommend the Regnum Collective, a group dedicated to studying the Outer Planes, or the Baronies, eldritch horrors acting like a civilized aristocracy) and brutally war against your enemies!*
(what kind of war we talkin bout? but im mostly up for anything, i gotta leave soon for the day but ill be bcak tomorrow, ive only got a few more minutes)
*A war of factions. Sorry for answering late (had to go do stuff), you probably won't see this until tomorrow, but me and a bunch of other people have made a faction wars event! You can join a faction (I recommend the Regnum Collective, a group dedicated to studying the Outer Planes, or the Baronies, eldritch horrors acting like a civilized aristocracy) and brutally war against your enemies!*
*Boink*
(oop sorry! didnt see this. where is it? im not familiar)
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
(what kind of war we talkin bout? but im mostly up for anything, i gotta leave soon for the day but ill be bcak tomorrow, ive only got a few more minutes)
*A war of factions. Sorry for answering late (had to go do stuff), you probably won't see this until tomorrow, but me and a bunch of other people have made a faction wars event! You can join a faction (I recommend the Regnum Collective, a group dedicated to studying the Outer Planes, or the Baronies, eldritch horrors acting like a civilized aristocracy) and brutally war against your enemies!*
*Boink*
(oop sorry! didnt see this. where is it? im not familiar)
the boy points, and where there was plain, there is now a very nice fully stocked kitchen, the boy winks "the land provides" then smiles "i am delighted. i never learned to cook..." he thinks "in fact. i really know nothing. to be honest great hunter. i was just created a few hours ago" he shrugs, then turns back "how long will it take you to cook the life?"
He walks to the kitchen and begins preparing the deer, skinning it and draining it's blood into a bowl "Along with the years a spent as a hunter. I don't remember, most likely 12 years considering I am 48. I would be happy to teach you some time." after a what feels like an hour the stew is finished. He places a bowl of it in front of them "Eat up kid."
the boy at first seems hesitant, sipping the broth, then quickly devours the stew in seconds. on his last bite he slightly chokes on the meal and goes into a coughing fit.
Rag throws a heavy fist into his chest to stop the coughing.
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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.
the boy points, and where there was plain, there is now a very nice fully stocked kitchen, the boy winks "the land provides" then smiles "i am delighted. i never learned to cook..." he thinks "in fact. i really know nothing. to be honest great hunter. i was just created a few hours ago" he shrugs, then turns back "how long will it take you to cook the life?"
He walks to the kitchen and begins preparing the deer, skinning it and draining it's blood into a bowl "Along with the years a spent as a hunter. I don't remember, most likely 12 years considering I am 48. I would be happy to teach you some time." after a what feels like an hour the stew is finished. He places a bowl of it in front of them "Eat up kid."
the boy at first seems hesitant, sipping the broth, then quickly devours the stew in seconds. on his last bite he slightly chokes on the meal and goes into a coughing fit.
Rag throws a heavy fist into his chest to stop the coughing.
"AGH!" he wraps his arms around his chest doubling over, and groans "ow..."
"AGH!" he wraps his arms around his chest doubling over, and groans "ow..."
He picks up the child and carries him to the spot they were sitting. Placing him on the ground and hitting his neck, instantly knocking him unconscious.
Ragneriuos takes a seat at one of the walls of the arena, his body heavy sending dust in every direction. He radiates both primal and draconic power, his muscles denser than the walls around them and he practically has zero fat on him. He closes his eyes and begin to sleep, snoring thunderously, dragonflame licking at his blood covered teeth. His giant great sword and shield resting beside him. He has a bowl of stew sitting next to him, still steaming with warmth.
Flower raises an eyebrow. "That sort of tickled." he stabs at the boy with his wicked spear twice. then attacks with his other spear twice, all while the flying swords attack twice. To hit: 29. Damage: 9+10 piercing magical + 5necrotic + 51 force (STR save or be knocked prone). To hit: 35. Damage: 11+14 piercing magical + 5necrotic. To hit: 29. Damage: 10+15 piercing magical + 5necrotic. To hit: 38. Damage: 14+12 piercing magical + 5necrotic. To hit: 30. Damage: 12 piercing. To hit: 26. Damage: 13 piercing. To hit: 33. Damage: 9 piercing. To hit: 23. Damage: 8 piercing
(Everything is magical)
and the first attack I will use,
Specter of Finality.
Beginning at 14th level, when you hit a creature with an attack, you can use this feature to force the target to confront its own inevitable death. The target creature hears a bell tolling in the distance and a specter of death begins to haunt their vision. The target must immediately roll 3d20 as if rolling three consecutive death saving throws. A roll of 1 counts as two failures as normal, while a roll of 20 counts as two successes instead. Note the number of failures and consult the table below. Effects of failure are cumulative, so a target with 2 failures is stunned as well as suffering disadvantage on attack rolls and saving throws. You must finish a long rest before you can use this ability again. Failures Effect 1: The target is stunned for one round 2: The target has disadvantage on attack rolls and saving throws for one hour 3 – 5: The target’s hit point maximum is halved until remove curse or similar magic is performed 6: The target instantly dies
(oof)
dodging the first attack just barely the second third and fourth seem about to hit, then a magical force feild surrounds the boy and the attacks bounce off it, the boy notices the specter. "my death was always final..."
70
(stunned, dis on saves and checks, half health)
the boy seems taken aback, he growls and raises his sword for more swings, then decides something else. his body shimmers with a magical shield, then he claps his hands and sends a massive boom at you
The doom duck is waddling about, occasionally taking its hat off and disguising as a normal duck before brutalizing someone with its laser eyes.
The giant Rag looks at the doom duck confused. Obviously he hasn’t seen a duck with laser eyes, he has seen Parry the Platypus but he can’t remember from where. He sits up, piles of dust dropping from his shoulders like a colossus buried under desert sands. He walks over.
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He laughs, understanding the issue "Just call me Rag. I've come for combat like everyone else. Also because of my grandfather, the giant dragon."
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
the boy looks up and sneers "yes. the destroyer. is he strong like you?" the boy then looks at you "has everyone come to claim my land?" he furrows his brow in worry, then leans back in exhaustion.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
He matches his exhaustion "Stronger I imagine. I don't want your land, I'm just here for a good challenge." He slaps his knees and stands up "Do you want something to eat? I make a good stew."
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
*A war of factions. Sorry for answering late (had to go do stuff), you probably won't see this until tomorrow, but me and a bunch of other people have made a faction wars event! You can join a faction (I recommend the Regnum Collective, a group dedicated to studying the Outer Planes, or the Baronies, eldritch horrors acting like a civilized aristocracy) and brutally war against your enemies!*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
the boy nods and licks his lips "i am starving. you cook?" he seems intrigued as he stands.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
"I was a hunter for a good chunk of my life. So I'd hope so. Give me a moment." He walks to the door, then begins running, in a flash he's gone with a sonic boom. Minutes later he's back holding a dead, cleanly killed. He walks back over "Where's the kitchen?"
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
the boy points, and where there was plain, there is now a very nice fully stocked kitchen, the boy winks "the land provides" then smiles "i am delighted. i never learned to cook..." he thinks "in fact. i really know nothing. to be honest great hunter. i was just created a few hours ago" he shrugs, then turns back "how long will it take you to cook the life?"
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
He walks to the kitchen and begins preparing the deer, skinning it and draining it's blood into a bowl "Along with the years a spent as a hunter. I don't remember, most likely 12 years considering I am 48. I would be happy to teach you some time." after a what feels like an hour the stew is finished. He places a bowl of it in front of them "Eat up kid."
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
the boy at first seems hesitant, sipping the broth, then quickly devours the stew in seconds. on his last bite he slightly chokes on the meal and goes into a coughing fit.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
*Boink*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
(oop sorry! didnt see this. where is it? im not familiar)
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/forum-games/200838-faction-wars-announcement-neutral-thread
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Rag throws a heavy fist into his chest to stop the coughing.
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
"AGH!" he wraps his arms around his chest doubling over, and groans "ow..."
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
*hiya!*
He picks up the child and carries him to the spot they were sitting. Placing him on the ground and hitting his neck, instantly knocking him unconscious.
Flower grins and warps out of range "that all you can do?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic, autism, ADHD, anger issues
The doom duck is waddling about, occasionally taking its hat off and disguising as a normal duck before brutalizing someone with its laser eyes.
The giant Rag looks at the doom duck confused. Obviously he hasn’t seen a duck with laser eyes, he has seen Parry the Platypus but he can’t remember from where. He sits up, piles of dust dropping from his shoulders like a colossus buried under desert sands. He walks over.