*Cut for EJODM* Out of the ghoul gate steps the oversized figure of a Son of Amina. Somehow, he is able to squeeze a twelve foot tall frame out of the tombstone door. Two ginormous eyes of cold, yellow light shine out of his face. He is dressed in a loose tunic that used to be white but has been stained with yellow mold. Brown canvas pants clad his bow legged legs and dangling from his huge ears are a fork and a knife, hanging as earrings.
“Amina does not take kindly to attacks on her family.”
"Amina can not take kindly all she likes, scum." Fahkar raises his blade, the dawn light spilling over the Son and the Ghouls, the latter of which are paralyzed. A soft, feminine voice seems to emanate from the blade. "Fight and suffer a terrible fate. Surrender yourself and you will die quickly. I recommend the second option."
"I have nothing to surrender. Nothing at all. A fright must fight!" The fork and knife hanging from his ears swing wildly as he lunges forward. His long, muscular arms swing wide and his grubby fingers ball into stone fists that leave craters in the earth when he slams them to the ground.
"Suit yourself..." The blade mutters. Fahkar grimaces under his deep hood, Muttering something. Suddenly, a long rope, glowing orange, seems to jump from his hand, darting forward to wrap around the monster's neck. DEX save please.
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He cries out as he sees the rope fly at his neck, “Be this necklace or noose, I say no thank you!”
He manages to avoid it. Fahkar curses, Then throws a tightly packed ball of metal bands at the creature. It unfurls as it goes through the air.
To hit: 22 if that hits then the Son is restrained. You can make a STR check to attempt to break out.
The metal bands wrap tight around the ghoul’s body. It thrashes about as much as it can in its restraint muttering, “Warmest embrace I’ve ever been given.”
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It breaks out after much struggling. Fahkar leaps into the fray, slashing twice with his blade, before darting backward.
Attack: 19 Damage: 17 slashing + 6 radiant
Attack: 24 Damage: 9 slashing + 7 radiant
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Apollon is standing at the foot of the castles keep, flames flicker in his palm as he stares up at everything.
A chubby strugel (short ferretfolk that are functionally just techy halflings) sits on the steps next to some murdered charcuterie golems. "Hey there, man. You that fire guy trying to kill the king? I wanna help. I can make a potion that'll make him vulnerable to your flames. A quicker victory to keep the court from even thinking about fighting you."
He holds up a flask of yellow oil and fat. "Just need a little of your fire as a catalyst to finish the potion, and then you can throw it at anyone you want."
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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.
“Really? You’re the deliverer then? Who does craft these marvels?”
"My twin brother...." The shadow says after a few moment.
"Well give him my compliments." He says with a jack-o'-lantern wide smile, "And tell him that if he ever needs a pantry or a kitchen, he is welcome to come to the Keep."
Helianth is lurking in the hills around the Keep of Painted Leaves, taking in sunlight.
A large wooden barrel sits nearby, a few leaves having found rest upon the lid of the barrel.
Curious, the crooked sunflower approaches, one of its flower heads turning to look closer.
*ooo it's a flower fella?*
The barrel lid has a message carved into it,
"DON'T CHEAT."
Then the wind blows, and the lid wobbles before falling off. Inside is dark, clean water with a handful of crisp, delicious looking red apples bobbing slightly.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He frowns slightly in thought. "Actually, I'm unaware. Anywhere between 5 and 15, I'd say!"
"Well, they are welcome in my domain." He thought seems to occur to him. "...Bobbing... for apples... You say you are in need of a name?"
"You know it!" He says, an unaware look on his face with highlights of curiosity.
He crosses his strong arms across his pine armored chest, "You're a spirit of an apple bobbing barrel... so what do you think of the name Bob, barrel-geist?"
The metal bands wrap tight around the ghoul’s body. It thrashes about as much as it can in its restraint muttering, “Warmest embrace I’ve ever been given.”
21
It breaks out after much struggling. Fahkar leaps into the fray, slashing twice with his blade, before darting backward.
Attack: 20 Damage: 10 slashing + 7 radiant
Attack: 13 Damage: 9 slashing + 7 radiant
Your first attack cuts deep into his chest. Despite the huge gash wound, only a sparse trickle of black blood leaks out. The first blow knocks him back a few paces causing your second swing to fly short. The Son of Amina quickly recovers though. He reaches his long, ape-like arms up to a huge stone monument of a somber angel. His grey fingers wrap around the angel's stone wings and with a grunt he snaps them off. Wielding a broken angel wing in each hand, he lunges forward. He swings them in wide, deadly arcs that carve deep gashes into the earth, exposing molding coffins and ghastly corpses that grin up at you from their graves.
“Really? You’re the deliverer then? Who does craft these marvels?”
"My twin brother...." The shadow says after a few moment.
"Well give him my compliments." He says with a jack-o'-lantern wide smile, "And tell him that if he ever needs a pantry or a kitchen, he is welcome to come to the Keep."
The King would soon see a shadowy head slowly pop out from the darkness, antlers and skull shaped with glowing red lights for eyes. "We would frighten your subjects...most are afraid of us..."
“Really? You’re the deliverer then? Who does craft these marvels?”
"My twin brother...." The shadow says after a few moment.
"Well give him my compliments." He says with a jack-o'-lantern wide smile, "And tell him that if he ever needs a pantry or a kitchen, he is welcome to come to the Keep."
The King would soon see a shadowy head slowly pop out from the darkness, antlers and skull shaped with glowing red lights for eyes. "We would frighten your subjects...most are afraid of us..."
"The twin brother I presume? You needn't worry about frightening my court. Darker things then you walk my halls. Besides, you needn't be seen by a soul. There are enough hidden nooks and crannies here that you could continue your operations in about the same amount of privacy. You needn't accept this offer if it doesn't suit you. Just know that you are welcome in my kitchens and pantries anytime."
“Really? You’re the deliverer then? Who does craft these marvels?”
"My twin brother...." The shadow says after a few moment.
"Well give him my compliments." He says with a jack-o'-lantern wide smile, "And tell him that if he ever needs a pantry or a kitchen, he is welcome to come to the Keep."
The King would soon see a shadowy head slowly pop out from the darkness, antlers and skull shaped with glowing red lights for eyes. "We would frighten your subjects...most are afraid of us..."
"The twin brother I presume? You needn't worry about frightening my court. Darker things then you walk my halls. Besides, you needn't be seen by a soul. There are enough hidden nooks and crannies here that you could continue your operations in about the same amount of privacy. You needn't accept this offer if it doesn't suit you. Just know that you are welcome in my kitchens and pantries anytime."
"I...will inform him of your invitation then..." the shadowy entity says before his attention would be drawn to something. He pulls out his turtle shell cloche and peek under it before looking back at the King. "I will leave you to your dessert then" he says before he zips out of the room.
He frowns slightly in thought. "Actually, I'm unaware. Anywhere between 5 and 15, I'd say!"
"Well, they are welcome in my domain." He thought seems to occur to him. "...Bobbing... for apples... You say you are in need of a name?"
"You know it!" He says, an unaware look on his face with highlights of curiosity.
He crosses his strong arms across his pine armored chest, "You're a spirit of an apple bobbing barrel... so what do you think of the name Bob, barrel-geist?"
"Bob!" He practically yelps. "It's perfect wow, thank you good King!" Some water sloshes over the barrel as Bob thanks him profusely. "I will ask my friends if they want the name of Bob as well, if that's alright with your wonderful self? This is quite the development.." he mutters to himself in wonder.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The metal bands wrap tight around the ghoul’s body. It thrashes about as much as it can in its restraint muttering, “Warmest embrace I’ve ever been given.”
21
It breaks out after much struggling. Fahkar leaps into the fray, slashing twice with his blade, before darting backward.
Attack: 20 Damage: 10 slashing + 7 radiant
Attack: 13 Damage: 9 slashing + 7 radiant
Your first attack cuts deep into his chest. Despite the huge gash wound, only a sparse trickle of black blood leaks out. The first blow knocks him back a few paces causing your second swing to fly short. The Son of Amina quickly recovers though. He reaches his long, ape-like arms up to a huge stone monument of a somber angel. His grey fingers wrap around the angel's stone wings and with a grunt he snaps them off. Wielding a broken angel wing in each hand, he lunges forward. He swings them in wide, deadly arcs that carve deep gashes into the earth, exposing molding coffins and ghastly corpses that grin up at you from their graves.
Attack: 13 Damage: 17 slashing
Attack: 13 Damage: 15 slashing
Fahkar dodges the clumsy attacks with effortless ease. He shouts something in a strange tongue, and as he does so, the son's body swells painfully, skin ripping as flesh and fat rapidly increase. It now, for 1 minute, has disadvantage on DEX saves and STR saves and takes 1d8 necrotic damage if it makes more than one attack on it's turn.
Fahkar leaps over the monster, dragging Dawnbringer across its flesh. He lands on the other side nimbly and lunges, attempting to drive his blade through the creature's bloated side.
Attack: 28 Damage: 17 + 6 radiant. (I added an extra D6 to the initial damage because of his subclass which I didn't notice last time)
Attack: 13 Damage: 13 + 5 radiant.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
He frowns slightly in thought. "Actually, I'm unaware. Anywhere between 5 and 15, I'd say!"
"Well, they are welcome in my domain." He thought seems to occur to him. "...Bobbing... for apples... You say you are in need of a name?"
"You know it!" He says, an unaware look on his face with highlights of curiosity.
He crosses his strong arms across his pine armored chest, "You're a spirit of an apple bobbing barrel... so what do you think of the name Bob, barrel-geist?"
"Bob!" He practically yelps. "It's perfect wow, thank you good King!" Some water sloshes over the barrel as Bob thanks him profusely. "I will ask my friends if they want the name of Bob as well, if that's alright with your wonderful self? This is quite the development.." he mutters to himself in wonder.
"You're free to do so," He says with a chuckle. "It has been a pleasure to meet you Bob."
The metal bands wrap tight around the ghoul’s body. It thrashes about as much as it can in its restraint muttering, “Warmest embrace I’ve ever been given.”
21
It breaks out after much struggling. Fahkar leaps into the fray, slashing twice with his blade, before darting backward.
Attack: 20 Damage: 10 slashing + 7 radiant
Attack: 13 Damage: 9 slashing + 7 radiant
Your first attack cuts deep into his chest. Despite the huge gash wound, only a sparse trickle of black blood leaks out. The first blow knocks him back a few paces causing your second swing to fly short. The Son of Amina quickly recovers though. He reaches his long, ape-like arms up to a huge stone monument of a somber angel. His grey fingers wrap around the angel's stone wings and with a grunt he snaps them off. Wielding a broken angel wing in each hand, he lunges forward. He swings them in wide, deadly arcs that carve deep gashes into the earth, exposing molding coffins and ghastly corpses that grin up at you from their graves.
Attack: 13 Damage: 17 slashing
Attack: 13 Damage: 15 slashing
Fahkar dodges the clumsy attacks with effortless ease. He shouts something in a strange tongue, and as he does so, the son's body swells painfully, skin ripping as flesh and fat rapidly increase. It now, for 1 minute, has disadvantage on DEX saves and STR saves and takes 1d8 necrotic damage if it makes more than one attack on it's turn.
Fahkar leaps over the monster, dragging Dawnbringer across its flesh. He lands on the other side nimbly and lunges, attempting to drive his blade through the creature's bloated side.
Attack: 28 Damage: 17 + 6 radiant. (I added an extra D6 to the initial damage because of his subclass which I didn't notice last time)
Attack: 13 Damage: 13 + 5 radiant.
"Take your dark finger from me!" He says in a gurgling voice. With his new bloated body he struggles to make his attack but he manages to make a long, sweeping slash with one of the wings.
Helianth is lurking in the hills around the Keep of Painted Leaves, taking in sunlight.
A large wooden barrel sits nearby, a few leaves having found rest upon the lid of the barrel.
Curious, the crooked sunflower approaches, one of its flower heads turning to look closer.
*ooo it's a flower fella?*
The barrel lid has a message carved into it,
"DON'T CHEAT."
Then the wind blows, and the lid wobbles before falling off. Inside is dark, clean water with a handful of crisp, delicious looking red apples bobbing slightly.
*Yep. A monstrous, 15-foot tall, multi-headed sunflower that looks like it hasn't been watered in years, but a flower nonetheless.*
Helianth looks down at the apples, confused: The only 'mouth' it has can eat only light. Still, intrigued and wanting to play fair, it curls one of its roots to meet the front of one of its flowers, bends over the barrel, and retrieves an apple- using the root near its flower head in place of a mouth.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Apollon is standing at the foot of the castles keep, flames flicker in his palm as he stares up at everything.
A chubby strugel (short ferretfolk that are functionally just techy halflings) sits on the steps next to some murdered charcuterie golems. "Hey there, man. You that fire guy trying to kill the king? I wanna help. I can make a potion that'll make him vulnerable to your flames. A quicker victory to keep the court from even thinking about fighting you."
He holds up a flask of yellow oil and fat. "Just need a little of your fire as a catalyst to finish the potion, and then you can throw it at anyone you want."
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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.
As the morning sun creeps up over the horizon, a large cottage being propelled by four mammalian legs makes its way towards the Keep of Painted Leaves.
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Apollon is standing at the foot of the castles keep, flames flicker in his palm as he stares up at everything.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A large wooden barrel sits nearby, a few leaves having found rest upon the lid of the barrel.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Curious, the crooked sunflower approaches, one of its flower heads turning to look closer.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It breaks out after much struggling. Fahkar leaps into the fray, slashing twice with his blade, before darting backward.
Attack: 19 Damage: 17 slashing + 6 radiant
Attack: 24 Damage: 9 slashing + 7 radiant
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
A chubby strugel (short ferretfolk that are functionally just techy halflings) sits on the steps next to some murdered charcuterie golems. "Hey there, man. You that fire guy trying to kill the king? I wanna help. I can make a potion that'll make him vulnerable to your flames. A quicker victory to keep the court from even thinking about fighting you."
He holds up a flask of yellow oil and fat. "Just need a little of your fire as a catalyst to finish the potion, and then you can throw it at anyone you want."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well give him my compliments." He says with a jack-o'-lantern wide smile, "And tell him that if he ever needs a pantry or a kitchen, he is welcome to come to the Keep."
*ooo it's a flower fella?*
The barrel lid has a message carved into it,
"DON'T CHEAT."
Then the wind blows, and the lid wobbles before falling off. Inside is dark, clean water with a handful of crisp, delicious looking red apples bobbing slightly.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*replied on mass*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He crosses his strong arms across his pine armored chest, "You're a spirit of an apple bobbing barrel... so what do you think of the name Bob, barrel-geist?"
Your first attack cuts deep into his chest. Despite the huge gash wound, only a sparse trickle of black blood leaks out. The first blow knocks him back a few paces causing your second swing to fly short. The Son of Amina quickly recovers though. He reaches his long, ape-like arms up to a huge stone monument of a somber angel. His grey fingers wrap around the angel's stone wings and with a grunt he snaps them off. Wielding a broken angel wing in each hand, he lunges forward. He swings them in wide, deadly arcs that carve deep gashes into the earth, exposing molding coffins and ghastly corpses that grin up at you from their graves.
Attack: 13 Damage: 17 slashing
Attack: 13 Damage: 15 slashing
The King would soon see a shadowy head slowly pop out from the darkness, antlers and skull shaped with glowing red lights for eyes. "We would frighten your subjects...most are afraid of us..."
"The twin brother I presume? You needn't worry about frightening my court. Darker things then you walk my halls. Besides, you needn't be seen by a soul. There are enough hidden nooks and crannies here that you could continue your operations in about the same amount of privacy. You needn't accept this offer if it doesn't suit you. Just know that you are welcome in my kitchens and pantries anytime."
"I...will inform him of your invitation then..." the shadowy entity says before his attention would be drawn to something. He pulls out his turtle shell cloche and peek under it before looking back at the King. "I will leave you to your dessert then" he says before he zips out of the room.
"Bob!" He practically yelps. "It's perfect wow, thank you good King!" Some water sloshes over the barrel as Bob thanks him profusely. "I will ask my friends if they want the name of Bob as well, if that's alright with your wonderful self? This is quite the development.." he mutters to himself in wonder.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
Fahkar dodges the clumsy attacks with effortless ease. He shouts something in a strange tongue, and as he does so, the son's body swells painfully, skin ripping as flesh and fat rapidly increase. It now, for 1 minute, has disadvantage on DEX saves and STR saves and takes 1d8 necrotic damage if it makes more than one attack on it's turn.
Fahkar leaps over the monster, dragging Dawnbringer across its flesh. He lands on the other side nimbly and lunges, attempting to drive his blade through the creature's bloated side.
Attack: 28 Damage: 17 + 6 radiant. (I added an extra D6 to the initial damage because of his subclass which I didn't notice last time)
Attack: 13 Damage: 13 + 5 radiant.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
"You're free to do so," He says with a chuckle. "It has been a pleasure to meet you Bob."
"Take your dark finger from me!" He says in a gurgling voice. With his new bloated body he struggles to make his attack but he manages to make a long, sweeping slash with one of the wings.
Attack: 14 Damage: 11 slashing.
*Yep. A monstrous, 15-foot tall, multi-headed sunflower that looks like it hasn't been watered in years, but a flower nonetheless.*
Helianth looks down at the apples, confused: The only 'mouth' it has can eat only light. Still, intrigued and wanting to play fair, it curls one of its roots to meet the front of one of its flowers, bends over the barrel, and retrieves an apple- using the root near its flower head in place of a mouth.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As the morning sun creeps up over the horizon, a large cottage being propelled by four mammalian legs makes its way towards the Keep of Painted Leaves.