Its flames make a reverberating crackling sound that he assumes is the closest approximation to laughing as well it can make. It isn't sure how to respond- sympathy is something entirely alien to the Ravenous Flame, and it has no clue what to do. "...THANK YOU..." Is all it can think to say.
*I think so too. And yes, the Ravenous Flame has been captured and likely reabsorbed by Helianth in the present time.*
*Then in that case...*
Typhon runs into the Starshredder, slamming the door behind him. "H-helianth? Someone's here... I think he's another faithful, but I wasn't warned about him or anything..."
The burnt paladin stands outside. This time, he's dressed as a strange combination of chef and dandy, although his clothing is cheap, wrinkled, and worn thin. His eyes pierce with white light, similar to Goto's red glare.
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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 takes the hand. The mycelium penetrates easily, but doesn't seem to harm him (10 AC but massive Temporary HP and HP pools). "Don't make me do this, amigo. It will be your last dance, and you deserve better."
"I....... live........ on........" the mycelium is rooting its way into you, you can feel it squirming under your skin
"And you will die again, and again, and again." He gently places his other hand on the emissary's arm, his eyes going dark. Suddenly, he roars as a blinding radiance burns within his sockets, and he attempts to twist the arm off, ripping out as much material as possible from the main body.
He takes the hand. The mycelium penetrates easily, but doesn't seem to harm him (10 AC but massive Temporary HP and HP pools). "Don't make me do this, amigo. It will be your last dance, and you deserve better."
"I....... live........ on........" the mycelium is rooting its way into you, you can feel it squirming under your skin
"And you will die again, and again, and again." He gently places his other hand on the emissary's arm, his eyes going dark. Suddenly, he roars as a blinding radiance burns within his sockets, and he attempts to twist the arm off, ripping out as much material as possible from the main body.
when the radiance passes, the emissary is gone, leaving behind only a few clumps of lichen and bones of varying sizes. the skeletal animals disperse
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Its flames make a reverberating crackling sound that he assumes is the closest approximation to laughing as well it can make. It isn't sure how to respond- sympathy is something entirely alien to the Ravenous Flame, and it has no clue what to do. "...THANK YOU..." Is all it can think to say.
*I think so too. And yes, the Ravenous Flame has been captured and likely reabsorbed by Helianth in the present time.*
*Then in that case...*
Typhon runs into the Starshredder, slamming the door behind him. "H-helianth? Someone's here... I think he's another faithful, but I wasn't warned about him or anything..."
The burnt paladin stands outside. This time, he's dressed as a strange combination of chef and dandy, although his clothing is cheap, wrinkled, and worn thin. His eyes pierce with white light, similar to Goto's red glare.
"Thank you, Typhon. I'll handle it from here." A radiant gleaming golden light heralds the crooked god-eater's arrival as it leaves its workshop, the temperature of the air around it wavering the very air. Helianth, its flames golden as the sun and its roots and veins shimmering with a similar captive divine power. Nine small golden pinpricks of pure fire and madness look out from the spheres of annihilation that are within each sunflower head. Flaming spectral versions of its now-tattered wings billow behind it like a torn cape. It has become whole and regained its former godly strength and perhaps a bit more than that.
It cracks open the door to the Starshredder and looks back at the burnt paladin. "Can I help you?"
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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)
*anyone wanna rp? the emissary of lichen is currently dead, but worms and bones are available*
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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Typhon runs into the Starshredder, slamming the door behind him. "H-helianth? Someone's here... I think he's another faithful, but I wasn't warned about him or anything..."
The burnt paladin stands outside. This time, he's dressed as a strange combination of chef and dandy, although his clothing is cheap, wrinkled, and worn thin. His eyes pierce with white light, similar to Goto's red glare.
"Thank you, Typhon. I'll handle it from here." A radiant gleaming golden light heralds the crooked god-eater's arrival as it leaves its workshop, the temperature of the air around it wavering the very air. Helianth, its flames golden as the sun and its roots and veins shimmering with a similar captive divine power. Nine small golden pinpricks of pure fire and madness look out from the spheres of annihilation that are within each sunflower head. Flaming spectral versions of its now-tattered wings billow behind it like a torn cape. It has become whole and regained its former godly strength and perhaps a bit more than that.
It cracks open the door to the Starshredder and looks back at the burnt paladin. "Can I help you?"
"Oh, I just wanted to check up on a friend." He strides forward with a mix of casual and grandiose movements. "So, how have you been? Good, I hope." He pulls something from his pocket. It looks like a small paper bag with something thrashing around in it, slamming the walls of its flimsy containment and crinkling the cheap material with each blow. "I brought you a snack to tide you over until I find a proper focus. Fought like the dickens." Helianth can tell that he's not addressing itself or Typhon, and it can also tell that the item in the bag is a piece of Ragnorra.
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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.
"Thank you, Typhon. I'll handle it from here." A radiant gleaming golden light heralds the crooked god-eater's arrival as it leaves its workshop, the temperature of the air around it wavering the very air. Helianth, its flames golden as the sun and its roots and veins shimmering with a similar captive divine power. Nine small golden pinpricks of pure fire and madness look out from the spheres of annihilation that are within each sunflower head. Flaming spectral versions of its now-tattered wings billow behind it like a torn cape. It has become whole and regained its former godly strength and perhaps a bit more than that.
It cracks open the door to the Starshredder and looks back at the burnt paladin. "Can I help you?"
"Oh, I just wanted to check up on a friend." He strides forward with a mix of casual and grandiose movements. "So, how have you been? Good, I hope." He pulls something from his pocket. It looks like a small paper bag with something thrashing around in it, slamming the walls of its flimsy containment and crinkling the cheap material with each blow. "I brought you a snack to tide you over until I find a proper focus. Fought like the dickens." Helianth can tell that he's not addressing itself or Typhon, and it can also tell that the item in the bag is a piece of Ragnorra.
The golden flames within its flower heads burn brighter with recognition, both of the parcel's contents and the person offering it. Helianth seems to understand what he's talking to fairly quickly. "Remarkable- even collecting just a piece of her is no small feat. Thank you, from both of us." It gratefully accepts the bag, the paper slowly burning in its grasp. "It's been doing alright- still hungry as ever, though hopefully your gift will help with that for a bit."
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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)
"Oh, I just wanted to check up on a friend." He strides forward with a mix of casual and grandiose movements. "So, how have you been? Good, I hope." He pulls something from his pocket. It looks like a small paper bag with something thrashing around in it, slamming the walls of its flimsy containment and crinkling the cheap material with each blow. "I brought you a snack to tide you over until I find a proper focus. Fought like the dickens." Helianth can tell that he's not addressing itself or Typhon, and it can also tell that the item in the bag is a piece of Ragnorra.
The golden flames within its flower heads burn brighter with recognition, both of the parcel's contents and the person offering it. Helianth seems to understand what he's talking to fairly quickly. "Remarkable- even collecting just a piece of her is no small feat. Thank you, from both of us." It gratefully accepts the bag, the paper slowly burning in its grasp. "It's been doing alright- still hungry as ever, though hopefully your gift will help with that for a bit."
"You're welcome. Hopefully you can keep it from burning more stuff. I get the impression that it's too dangerous for any one individual to handle." He places his hand, fingers burned down to the charred bone, on Helianth's root. "If there is anything I can do for either of you, don't be afraid to ask. I've got plenty of time on my hands."
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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.
a robed humanoid is searching the woods, combing through it, before finding what they're looking for, a ball of lichen and bones, about the size of a soccer ball. they take it to a clearing where nothing grows, and set it down. immediately, moss and lichen and mushrooms and mold and moss begin growing from the ball, reforming the body of the emissary of lichen. it twitches, and eventually clambers to its feet.
the emissary of lichen is reborn
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"Oh, I just wanted to check up on a friend." He strides forward with a mix of casual and grandiose movements. "So, how have you been? Good, I hope." He pulls something from his pocket. It looks like a small paper bag with something thrashing around in it, slamming the walls of its flimsy containment and crinkling the cheap material with each blow. "I brought you a snack to tide you over until I find a proper focus. Fought like the dickens." Helianth can tell that he's not addressing itself or Typhon, and it can also tell that the item in the bag is a piece of Ragnorra.
The golden flames within its flower heads burn brighter with recognition, both of the parcel's contents and the person offering it. Helianth seems to understand what he's talking to fairly quickly. "Remarkable- even collecting just a piece of her is no small feat. Thank you, from both of us." It gratefully accepts the bag, the paper slowly burning in its grasp. "It's been doing alright- still hungry as ever, though hopefully your gift will help with that for a bit."
"You're welcome. Hopefully you can keep it from burning more stuff. I get the impression that it's too dangerous for any one individual to handle." He places his hand, fingers burned down to the charred bone, on Helianth's root. "If there is anything I can do for either of you, don't be afraid to ask. I've got plenty of time on my hands."
"I'll keep us from burning away too much- there's just some unfinished business of ours that's left. Thank you for your aid, truly." One of the flower heads turns to look back to Typhon. "It's okay, he means us no harm. In fact, he wants to help as well." It turns back to him. "I don't believe we ever got your name."
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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)
a robed humanoid is searching the woods, combing through it, before finding what they're looking for, a ball of lichen and bones, about the size of a soccer ball. they take it to a clearing where nothing grows, and set it down. immediately, moss and lichen and mushrooms and mold and moss begin growing from the ball, reforming the body of the emissary of lichen. it twitches, and eventually clambers to its feet.
the emissary of lichen is reborn
Smoke spills from the forest. "Again?"
It's him. As he promised.
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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.
a robed humanoid is searching the woods, combing through it, before finding what they're looking for, a ball of lichen and bones, about the size of a soccer ball. they take it to a clearing where nothing grows, and set it down. immediately, moss and lichen and mushrooms and mold and moss begin growing from the ball, reforming the body of the emissary of lichen. it twitches, and eventually clambers to its feet.
the emissary of lichen is reborn
Smoke spills from the forest. "Again?"
It's him. As he promised.
"i...... live......... on........" this clearing feels wrong. not just the fact there's no plants, but.... nothing. its cold, and desolate, and lonley. you get the feeling you shouldnt enter the circle
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"You're welcome. Hopefully you can keep it from burning more stuff. I get the impression that it's too dangerous for any one individual to handle." He places his hand, fingers burned down to the charred bone, on Helianth's root. "If there is anything I can do for either of you, don't be afraid to ask. I've got plenty of time on my hands."
"I'll keep us from burning away too much- there's just some unfinished business of ours that's left. Thank you for your aid, truly." One of the flower heads turns to look back to Typhon. "It's okay, he means us no harm. In fact, he wants to help as well." It turns back to him. "I don't believe we ever got your name."
Typhon looks out the window. "Oh, good! I was... worried there..."
The burnt man bows. "Gardziel, at your service, but feel free to call me Salt if you forget. I apologize for my unorthodox appearance... actually, I don't. I apologize if it offends you, but I regret pretty much nothing. My diet and fighting style result in some severe mangling. I've been described as a 'wonder' by many clerics and healers who have examined me. I've also been described as a 'horror beyond science and conventional magic' in almost the same breath, but I take equal pride in that." He chuckles, and Typhon stifles a giggle.
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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.
"i...... live......... on........" this clearing feels wrong. not just the fact there's no plants, but.... nothing. its cold, and desolate, and lonley. you get the feeling you shouldnt enter the circle
He walks into the circle, not heeding any of the obvious warning signs. "Why? You are a cycle of pain perpetuating itself. I don't understand."
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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.
"i...... live......... on........" this clearing feels wrong. not just the fact there's no plants, but.... nothing. its cold, and desolate, and lonley. you get the feeling you shouldnt enter the circle
He walks into the circle, not heeding any of the obvious warning signs. "Why? You are a cycle of pain perpetuating itself. I don't understand."
make a con save
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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He walks into the circle, not heeding any of the obvious warning signs. "Why? You are a cycle of pain perpetuating itself. I don't understand."
make a con save
CON: 28
you take 42 necrotic damage
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"You're welcome. Hopefully you can keep it from burning more stuff. I get the impression that it's too dangerous for any one individual to handle." He places his hand, fingers burned down to the charred bone, on Helianth's root. "If there is anything I can do for either of you, don't be afraid to ask. I've got plenty of time on my hands."
"I'll keep us from burning away too much- there's just some unfinished business of ours that's left. Thank you for your aid, truly." One of the flower heads turns to look back to Typhon. "It's okay, he means us no harm. In fact, he wants to help as well." It turns back to him. "I don't believe we ever got your name."
Typhon looks out the window. "Oh, good! I was... worried there..."
The burnt man bows. "Gardziel, at your service, but feel free to call me Salt if you forget. I apologize for my unorthodox appearance... actually, I don't. I apologize if it offends you, but I regret pretty much nothing. My diet and fighting style result in some severe mangling. I've been described as a 'wonder' by many clerics and healers who have examined me. I've also been described as a 'horror beyond science and conventional magic' in almost the same breath, but I take equal pride in that." He chuckles, and Typhon stifles a giggle.
The god eater bows slightly as well. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Gardziel. I am Helianth. You've already met the Ravenous Flame, though it may find a name for itself too." It responds, seeming satisfied with his answer. "It would seem we are of a similar appetite- and a similar reputation. I've had my fair share of being called a marvel and a monster in the same breath as well. I've been working with my new friend here on something big. Would you like to see our work so far?"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It clearly damages him, but he isn't phased. "Please. Don't do this to yourself."
the cultist speaks. "this is His place. you have no right to trespass here"
make another con save
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*Then in that case...*
Typhon runs into the Starshredder, slamming the door behind him. "H-helianth? Someone's here... I think he's another faithful, but I wasn't warned about him or anything..."
The burnt paladin stands outside. This time, he's dressed as a strange combination of chef and dandy, although his clothing is cheap, wrinkled, and worn thin. His eyes pierce with white light, similar to Goto's red glare.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"And you will die again, and again, and again." He gently places his other hand on the emissary's arm, his eyes going dark. Suddenly, he roars as a blinding radiance burns within his sockets, and he attempts to twist the arm off, ripping out as much material as possible from the main body.
Attack: 26 Damage: 31
Attack: 16 Damage: 41
Attack: 14 Damage: 40
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
when the radiance passes, the emissary is gone, leaving behind only a few clumps of lichen and bones of varying sizes. the skeletal animals disperse
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"Thank you, Typhon. I'll handle it from here."
A radiant gleaming golden light heralds the crooked god-eater's arrival as it leaves its workshop, the temperature of the air around it wavering the very air. Helianth, its flames golden as the sun and its roots and veins shimmering with a similar captive divine power. Nine small golden pinpricks of pure fire and madness look out from the spheres of annihilation that are within each sunflower head. Flaming spectral versions of its now-tattered wings billow behind it like a torn cape. It has become whole and regained its former godly strength and perhaps a bit more than that.
It cracks open the door to the Starshredder and looks back at the burnt paladin. "Can I help you?"
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)
*anyone wanna rp? the emissary of lichen is currently dead, but worms and bones are available*
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
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"Oh, I just wanted to check up on a friend." He strides forward with a mix of casual and grandiose movements. "So, how have you been? Good, I hope." He pulls something from his pocket. It looks like a small paper bag with something thrashing around in it, slamming the walls of its flimsy containment and crinkling the cheap material with each blow. "I brought you a snack to tide you over until I find a proper focus. Fought like the dickens." Helianth can tell that he's not addressing itself or Typhon, and it can also tell that the item in the bag is a piece of Ragnorra.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The golden flames within its flower heads burn brighter with recognition, both of the parcel's contents and the person offering it. Helianth seems to understand what he's talking to fairly quickly. "Remarkable- even collecting just a piece of her is no small feat. Thank you, from both of us." It gratefully accepts the bag, the paper slowly burning in its grasp. "It's been doing alright- still hungry as ever, though hopefully your gift will help with that for a bit."
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)
"You're welcome. Hopefully you can keep it from burning more stuff. I get the impression that it's too dangerous for any one individual to handle." He places his hand, fingers burned down to the charred bone, on Helianth's root. "If there is anything I can do for either of you, don't be afraid to ask. I've got plenty of time on my hands."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
a robed humanoid is searching the woods, combing through it, before finding what they're looking for, a ball of lichen and bones, about the size of a soccer ball. they take it to a clearing where nothing grows, and set it down. immediately, moss and lichen and mushrooms and mold and moss begin growing from the ball, reforming the body of the emissary of lichen. it twitches, and eventually clambers to its feet.
the emissary of lichen is reborn
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
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"I'll keep us from burning away too much- there's just some unfinished business of ours that's left. Thank you for your aid, truly." One of the flower heads turns to look back to Typhon. "It's okay, he means us no harm. In fact, he wants to help as well." It turns back to him. "I don't believe we ever got your name."
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)
Smoke spills from the forest. "Again?"
It's him. As he promised.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"i...... live......... on........" this clearing feels wrong. not just the fact there's no plants, but.... nothing. its cold, and desolate, and lonley. you get the feeling you shouldnt enter the circle
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
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Typhon looks out the window. "Oh, good! I was... worried there..."
The burnt man bows. "Gardziel, at your service, but feel free to call me Salt if you forget. I apologize for my unorthodox appearance... actually, I don't. I apologize if it offends you, but I regret pretty much nothing. My diet and fighting style result in some severe mangling. I've been described as a 'wonder' by many clerics and healers who have examined me. I've also been described as a 'horror beyond science and conventional magic' in almost the same breath, but I take equal pride in that." He chuckles, and Typhon stifles a giggle.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He walks into the circle, not heeding any of the obvious warning signs. "Why? You are a cycle of pain perpetuating itself. I don't understand."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
make a con save
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
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CON: 28
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
you take 42 necrotic damage
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
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It clearly damages him, but he isn't phased. "Please. Don't do this to yourself."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The god eater bows slightly as well. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Gardziel. I am Helianth. You've already met the Ravenous Flame, though it may find a name for itself too." It responds, seeming satisfied with his answer. "It would seem we are of a similar appetite- and a similar reputation. I've had my fair share of being called a marvel and a monster in the same breath as well. I've been working with my new friend here on something big. Would you like to see our work so far?"
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)
the cultist speaks. "this is His place. you have no right to trespass here"
make another con save
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!!!!!!