*Here is what I came up with for a backstory for Aramar. tell me what you think*
Aramar evergreen was an elven Archer who was raised in a small elven village he was trained from a young age to become the archer of july and serve the king of summer as his vassal the summer king has finally decided to move on auttum country while the Autumn king is missing in an attempt to expend his influence and rise in power Aramar was commanded to move on Autumn Country immediately and disrupt the balance their as much as possible to make it easy for the summer king to take over Autumn Country.
*Looks cool, but the Autumn King has not gone missing. The Barley King has been captured, but that's a different king. Still should work though.*
*alright i'll quick alter that*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*The Ravenous Flame would be cooler, but I don't want to jump into high-power combat with these guys so early.*
The Medium sits in front of the closest Ghoul Gate, waiting. He grins when he sees the undead approach. Ghoulianth can faintly see CRAVEBOIL looming over him. "Hey! How're you?" The demon looks down at the Ogrillion. "That's a little fresh." "Well, have you got a better conversation starter?" "...I guess not."
*I get it- a screaming, ever-hungry inferno likely isn't the best to chat with, anyway.*
The crooked, withered sunflower looks up at the Medium upon hearing his voice, shambling slightly towards the two of them. "Greetings. To answer your question, very well- our hunt has been successful, and I was going back with the others to celebrate. How are you?"
"Awesome! I was about to go back down to get some paintings, but I forgot my k... uh, the passcode. I'm glad the hunt went well!" CRAVEBOIL climbs atop the gate and perches like a gargoyle, observing with his horrible eyes.
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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 Ravenous Flame would be cooler, but I don't want to jump into high-power combat with these guys so early.*
The Medium sits in front of the closest Ghoul Gate, waiting. He grins when he sees the undead approach. Ghoulianth can faintly see CRAVEBOIL looming over him. "Hey! How're you?" The demon looks down at the Ogrillion. "That's a little fresh." "Well, have you got a better conversation starter?" "...I guess not."
*I get it- a screaming, ever-hungry inferno likely isn't the best to chat with, anyway.*
The crooked, withered sunflower looks up at the Medium upon hearing his voice, shambling slightly towards the two of them. "Greetings. To answer your question, very well- our hunt has been successful, and I was going back with the others to celebrate. How are you?"
"Awesome! I was about to go back down to get some paintings, but I forgot my k... uh, the passcode. I'm glad the hunt went well!" CRAVEBOIL climbs atop the gate and perches like a gargoyle, observing with his horrible eyes.
"I see- if you'd like, I could see if we could get your paintings returned to you." It replies, some of its withered flower heads looking up at CRAVEBOIL while most remain fixated on the Medium. "If I may ask, who are you two?"
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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)
"Yes, I have been blessed by nature. I can purify the world around me and exorcise the spirits that bring maledictions." He sounds proud. "It's so cool to meet members of the Autumn Court in person, too! I've always wanted to talk to you guys, but I was too busy trying to survive. You've done so much good for us little guys."
He laughs, "Oh I'm but a humble servant of the Court, but I am proud to serve their members." He twitches nervously. "I... I know I may look like I'm made of metal. But really I'm flesh and blood. And that flesh and blood is... is under a curse. Do you think you could use your gifts...?"
His eyebrows raise. "T-to serve the October Hare? I... I could never-" he suddenly winces and cowers, covering his ears. For a split second, there is a flicker of something. Something huge and emaciated and green, dressed in a filthy suit. CRAVEBOIL. The medium shudders and slowly stands back up. "Of course..."
He takes a step back upon the brief revelation, but he hasn't had an opportunity like this in a long, long time. Besides, it was highly likely some dark power would have been behind you anyways. He moves closer and looks around to see if anyone is watching. "This metal form I wear grants me freedom and movement. It is a vessel though, for my real body." His delicately designed fingers tap a few places on his chest before peeling it open in two pieces. Cradled inside the automaton rabbit, is a crippled, broken body. The tiny, form visibly shudders with each heartbeat. It looks like it should be covered in smooth, white hair but there are more bald patches than not that display wrinkled, pink skin. It's almost as if this creature was supposed to be a rabbit but every possible shape and size of its body was measured wrong and crushed. All except its fingers. Slender, human-like fingers are the only things that don't look malformed and they rest upon tiny wires and levers that control the larger, metal hare.
You observe its true form, and while you can see some disease afflicting its body, you recognize that this is not the result of a curse. At least not one that can be removed. Not one that can be healed.
"Awesome! I was about to go back down to get some paintings, but I forgot my k... uh, the passcode. I'm glad the hunt went well!" CRAVEBOIL climbs atop the gate and perches like a gargoyle, observing with his horrible eyes.
"I see- if you'd like, I could see if we could get your paintings returned to you." It replies, some of its withered flower heads looking up at CRAVEBOIL while most remain fixated on the Medium. "If I may ask, who are you two?"
The demon replies first. "Hungrier than even you."
The Medium looks back for a moment, then turns back to Ghoulianth. "Forgive him, his name is CRAVEBOIL. He's my Guardian Spirit, and he used to live down in Ghulheim before he starved to death. My name is Douxgras, and I'm a druid of the Circle of the Medium. It's... not that popular here for some reason."
"Most people aren't comfortable letting a powerful spirit into their bodies."Grumbles the abomination.
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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.
"Awesome! I was about to go back down to get some paintings, but I forgot my k... uh, the passcode. I'm glad the hunt went well!" CRAVEBOIL climbs atop the gate and perches like a gargoyle, observing with his horrible eyes.
"I see- if you'd like, I could see if we could get your paintings returned to you." It replies, some of its withered flower heads looking up at CRAVEBOIL while most remain fixated on the Medium. "If I may ask, who are you two?"
The demon replies first. "Hungrier than even you."
The Medium looks back for a moment, then turns back to Ghoulianth. "Forgive him, his name is CRAVEBOIL. He's my Guardian Spirit, and he used to live down in Ghulheim before he starved to death. My name is Douxgras, and I'm a druid of the Circle of the Medium. It's... not that popular here for some reason."
"Most people aren't comfortable letting a powerful spirit into their bodies."Grumbles the abomination.
"Pleased to make both your acquaintances. I am- or rather, was- Helianth." Responds the once god-eater. It seems somewhat suspicious of CRAVEBOIL, but says nothing on the matter.
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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)
His eyebrows raise. "T-to serve the October Hare? I... I could never-" he suddenly winces and cowers, covering his ears. For a split second, there is a flicker of something. Something huge and emaciated and green, dressed in a filthy suit. CRAVEBOIL. The medium shudders and slowly stands back up. "Of course..."
He takes a step back upon the brief revelation, but he hasn't had an opportunity like this in a long, long time. Besides, it was highly likely some dark power would have been behind you anyways. He moves closer and looks around to see if anyone is watching. "This metal form I wear grants me freedom and movement. It is a vessel though, for my real body." His delicately designed fingers tap a few places on his chest before peeling it open in two pieces. Cradled inside the automaton rabbit, is a crippled, broken body. The tiny, form visibly shudders with each heartbeat. It looks like it should be covered in smooth, white hair but there are more bald patches than not that display wrinkled, pink skin. It's almost as if this creature was supposed to be a rabbit but every possible shape and size of its body was measured wrong and crushed. All except its fingers. Slender, human-like fingers are the only things that don't look malformed and they rest upon tiny wires and levers that control the larger, metal hare.
You observe its true form, and while you can see some disease afflicting its body, you recognize that this is not the result of a curse. At least not one that can be removed. Not one that can be healed.
Suddenly, the October Hare is cast into darkness.
He's whole and healed... and standing on a mountain of mouldering bones. "This dish... requires special preparation."
CRAVEBOIL opens his eyes. He looms over the entire domain. "It requires other ingredients to be of proper quality for consumption."
The demon leans close. "Queen Amina. Her powerful undeath will allow me to shred the plague from your bones."
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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.
His eyebrows raise. "T-to serve the October Hare? I... I could never-" he suddenly winces and cowers, covering his ears. For a split second, there is a flicker of something. Something huge and emaciated and green, dressed in a filthy suit. CRAVEBOIL. The medium shudders and slowly stands back up. "Of course..."
He takes a step back upon the brief revelation, but he hasn't had an opportunity like this in a long, long time. Besides, it was highly likely some dark power would have been behind you anyways. He moves closer and looks around to see if anyone is watching. "This metal form I wear grants me freedom and movement. It is a vessel though, for my real body." His delicately designed fingers tap a few places on his chest before peeling it open in two pieces. Cradled inside the automaton rabbit, is a crippled, broken body. The tiny, form visibly shudders with each heartbeat. It looks like it should be covered in smooth, white hair but there are more bald patches than not that display wrinkled, pink skin. It's almost as if this creature was supposed to be a rabbit but every possible shape and size of its body was measured wrong and crushed. All except its fingers. Slender, human-like fingers are the only things that don't look malformed and they rest upon tiny wires and levers that control the larger, metal hare.
You observe its true form, and while you can see some disease afflicting its body, you recognize that this is not the result of a curse. At least not one that can be removed. Not one that can be healed.
Suddenly, the October Hare is cast into darkness.
He's whole and healed... and standing on a mountain of mouldering bones. "This dish... requires special preparation."
CRAVEBOIL opens his eyes. He looms over the entire domain. "It requires other ingredients to be of proper quality for consumption."
The demon leans close. "Queen Amina. Her powerful undeath will allow me to shred the plague from your bones."
He jerks. The metal rabbit takes a step back, and you catch a glimpse of the tiny misshapen thing’s fingers dancing across their levers and cogs controlling the larger vessel before it slams the doors to the chest cavity shut, “Amina!? I’ll make no allegiance with the Ghoul Queen! Not after what she did to my King! I won’t ever think of healing again if it means using the Ghoul Queens power! Never again!”
Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
The demon replies first. "Hungrier than even you."
The Medium looks back for a moment, then turns back to Ghoulianth. "Forgive him, his name is CRAVEBOIL. He's my Guardian Spirit, and he used to live down in Ghulheim before he starved to death. My name is Douxgras, and I'm a druid of the Circle of the Medium. It's... not that popular here for some reason."
"Most people aren't comfortable letting a powerful spirit into their bodies."Grumbles the abomination.
"Pleased to make both your acquaintances. I am- or rather, was- Helianth." Responds the once god-eater. It seems somewhat suspicious of CRAVEBOIL, but says nothing on the matter.
The medium smiles and claps. "Oh, wonderful! We heard about you! I was just hoping someone would be kind enough to let us in. I've been dying to meet you!"
CRAVEBOIL hangs upside-down from the top of the gate, looking bored.
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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.
He's whole and healed... and standing on a mountain of mouldering bones. "This dish... requires special preparation."
CRAVEBOIL opens his eyes. He looms over the entire domain. "It requires other ingredients to be of proper quality for consumption."
The demon leans close. "Queen Amina. Her powerful undeath will allow me to shred the plague from your bones."
He jerks. The metal rabbit takes a step back, and you catch a glimpse of the tiny misshapen thing’s fingers dancing across their levers and cogs controlling the larger vessel before it slams the doors to the chest cavity shut, “Amina!? I’ll make no allegiance with the Ghoul Queen! Not after what she did to my King! I won’t ever think of healing again if it means using the Ghoul Queens power! Never again!”
"You assume I need her willing? Alive?"
The Medium is lying in a heap.
"No... I want to kill her. I want to rip out everything that makes he exist and eat it."
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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 demon replies first. "Hungrier than even you."
The Medium looks back for a moment, then turns back to Ghoulianth. "Forgive him, his name is CRAVEBOIL. He's my Guardian Spirit, and he used to live down in Ghulheim before he starved to death. My name is Douxgras, and I'm a druid of the Circle of the Medium. It's... not that popular here for some reason."
"Most people aren't comfortable letting a powerful spirit into their bodies."Grumbles the abomination.
"Pleased to make both your acquaintances. I am- or rather, was- Helianth." Responds the once god-eater. It seems somewhat suspicious of CRAVEBOIL, but says nothing on the matter.
The medium smiles and claps. "Oh, wonderful! We heard about you! I was just hoping someone would be kind enough to let us in. I've been dying to meet you!"
CRAVEBOIL hangs upside-down from the top of the gate, looking bored.
*Thanks for your patience*
"I'm not surprised- there's been much talk about my endeavors as of late... though, not much of it is pleasant. As for granting you access, I'd have to speak with the queen about that."
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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)
Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
Aramer tries to figure out where the person watching him is. Perception roll:20+10
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
Aramer tries to figure out where the person watching him is. Perception roll:17+10
He spots the stalker immediately. Crouched on a branch high up in a tree, shaded by the leaves that have yet to fall, is a figure with fair, freckled skin, and reddish brown, short and well styled hair. He wears fine noble clothes and a cloak secured with a silver pumpkin pin. His cloak is made of autumn leaves, and upon his head rests a crown made of woven wheat. His nails are sharp, almost clawlike, and his eyes… are frightening, honestly. They glow, flickering like candles, reminiscent of the eyes of the Autumn king himself.
he’s just watching. Not with malicious intent, as far as Aramer can tell.
Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
Aramer tries to figure out where the person watching him is. Perception roll:17+10
He spots the stalker immediately. Crouched on a branch high up in a tree, shaded by the leaves that have yet to fall, is a figure with fair, freckled skin, and reddish brown, short and well styled hair. He wears fine noble clothes and a cloak secured with a silver pumpkin pin. His cloak is made of autumn leaves, and upon his head rests a crown made of woven wheat. His nails are sharp, almost clawlike, and his eyes… are frightening, honestly. They glow, flickering like candles, reminiscent of the eyes of the Autumn king himself.
he’s just watching. Not with malicious intent, as far as Aramer can tell.
Aramer slings his cloak off his shoulders in a quick manner and it turns into a bow he aims it at the unknown noble and says "why were you spying on me"
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
Aramer tries to figure out where the person watching him is. Perception roll:17+10
He spots the stalker immediately. Crouched on a branch high up in a tree, shaded by the leaves that have yet to fall, is a figure with fair, freckled skin, and reddish brown, short and well styled hair. He wears fine noble clothes and a cloak secured with a silver pumpkin pin. His cloak is made of autumn leaves, and upon his head rests a crown made of woven wheat. His nails are sharp, almost clawlike, and his eyes… are frightening, honestly. They glow, flickering like candles, reminiscent of the eyes of the Autumn king himself.
he’s just watching. Not with malicious intent, as far as Aramer can tell.
Aramer slings his cloak off his shoulders in a quick manner and it turns into a bow he aims it at the unknown noble and says "why were you spying on me"
”Spying? I’d hardly call it spying. I mean, you are on my soil. But I mean no harm.” He says, his voice sweet as honey. He leaps upon cloven hooves to another branch, closer to Aramer. The wind Carries him, and the foliage and plants catch him as he perches on that branch.
*Captain is a +11 in stealth with advantage a bit absurd :3*
*for what? and what other abilities does it have?*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
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*alright i'll quick alter that*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"Awesome! I was about to go back down to get some paintings, but I forgot my k... uh, the passcode. I'm glad the hunt went well!" CRAVEBOIL climbs atop the gate and perches like a gargoyle, observing with his horrible eyes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see- if you'd like, I could see if we could get your paintings returned to you." It replies, some of its withered flower heads looking up at CRAVEBOIL while most remain fixated on the Medium. "If I may ask, who are you two?"
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)
He takes a step back upon the brief revelation, but he hasn't had an opportunity like this in a long, long time. Besides, it was highly likely some dark power would have been behind you anyways. He moves closer and looks around to see if anyone is watching. "This metal form I wear grants me freedom and movement. It is a vessel though, for my real body." His delicately designed fingers tap a few places on his chest before peeling it open in two pieces. Cradled inside the automaton rabbit, is a crippled, broken body. The tiny, form visibly shudders with each heartbeat. It looks like it should be covered in smooth, white hair but there are more bald patches than not that display wrinkled, pink skin. It's almost as if this creature was supposed to be a rabbit but every possible shape and size of its body was measured wrong and crushed. All except its fingers. Slender, human-like fingers are the only things that don't look malformed and they rest upon tiny wires and levers that control the larger, metal hare.
You observe its true form, and while you can see some disease afflicting its body, you recognize that this is not the result of a curse. At least not one that can be removed. Not one that can be healed.
Aramar is strolling through a forest, humming a soft tune as he walks on a beaten path
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
The demon replies first. "Hungrier than even you."
The Medium looks back for a moment, then turns back to Ghoulianth. "Forgive him, his name is CRAVEBOIL. He's my Guardian Spirit, and he used to live down in Ghulheim before he starved to death. My name is Douxgras, and I'm a druid of the Circle of the Medium. It's... not that popular here for some reason."
"Most people aren't comfortable letting a powerful spirit into their bodies." Grumbles the abomination.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Pleased to make both your acquaintances. I am- or rather, was- Helianth." Responds the once god-eater. It seems somewhat suspicious of CRAVEBOIL, but says nothing on the matter.
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)
Suddenly, the October Hare is cast into darkness.
He's whole and healed... and standing on a mountain of mouldering bones. "This dish... requires special preparation."
CRAVEBOIL opens his eyes. He looms over the entire domain. "It requires other ingredients to be of proper quality for consumption."
The demon leans close. "Queen Amina. Her powerful undeath will allow me to shred the plague from your bones."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He jerks. The metal rabbit takes a step back, and you catch a glimpse of the tiny misshapen thing’s fingers dancing across their levers and cogs controlling the larger vessel before it slams the doors to the chest cavity shut, “Amina!? I’ll make no allegiance with the Ghoul Queen! Not after what she did to my King! I won’t ever think of healing again if it means using the Ghoul Queens power! Never again!”
Aramar feels eyes watching him. Bright, amber, candlelight eyes. The wind whistles around him, and dead plants suddenly thrive and bloom green, while living ones bloom, grow fruit, and then shrivel and die.
The medium smiles and claps. "Oh, wonderful! We heard about you! I was just hoping someone would be kind enough to let us in. I've been dying to meet you!"
CRAVEBOIL hangs upside-down from the top of the gate, looking bored.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You assume I need her willing? Alive?"
The Medium is lying in a heap.
"No... I want to kill her. I want to rip out everything that makes he exist and eat it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thanks for your patience*
"I'm not surprised- there's been much talk about my endeavors as of late... though, not much of it is pleasant. As for granting you access, I'd have to speak with the queen about that."
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)
Aramer tries to figure out where the person watching him is. Perception roll:20+10
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
He spots the stalker immediately. Crouched on a branch high up in a tree, shaded by the leaves that have yet to fall, is a figure with fair, freckled skin, and reddish brown, short and well styled hair. He wears fine noble clothes and a cloak secured with a silver pumpkin pin. His cloak is made of autumn leaves, and upon his head rests a crown made of woven wheat. His nails are sharp, almost clawlike, and his eyes… are frightening, honestly. They glow, flickering like candles, reminiscent of the eyes of the Autumn king himself.
he’s just watching. Not with malicious intent, as far as Aramer can tell.
Aramer slings his cloak off his shoulders in a quick manner and it turns into a bow he aims it at the unknown noble and says "why were you spying on me"
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Captain is a +11 in stealth with advantage a bit absurd :3*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
”Spying? I’d hardly call it spying. I mean, you are on my soil. But I mean no harm.” He says, his voice sweet as honey. He leaps upon cloven hooves to another branch, closer to Aramer. The wind Carries him, and the foliage and plants catch him as he perches on that branch.
*for what? and what other abilities does it have?*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!