*Ack, this is too cool... Uh... Feast! Go talk to it!*
The nephilim in red is sitting nearby, having a little picnic. They seem to have fallen asleep, slumped over on their blanket.
The rotting husk notices him and curiously approaches- it hasn't seen the Autumn Country above in ages, curious as to what has changed. "How strange..." The beast mutters to itself, its voice hoarse and rasping. "What purpose does this serve...?"
The giant tilts their head slightly. "Just... a bit of set dressing." They stretch their arms and yawn. "Now then, what shall we have to eat?"
*Ack, this is too cool... Uh... Feast! Go talk to it!*
The nephilim in red is sitting nearby, having a little picnic. They seem to have fallen asleep, slumped over on their blanket.
The rotting husk notices him and curiously approaches- it hasn't seen the Autumn Country above in ages, curious as to what has changed. "How strange..." The beast mutters to itself, its voice hoarse and rasping. "What purpose does this serve...?"
The giant tilts their head slightly. "Just... a bit of set dressing." They stretch their arms and yawn. "Now then, what shall we have to eat?"
It seems more interested now, reminded of its ancient hunger. "That depends on what is available. What are our options?" Its rotting bones clatter and click as the Bonemason rests upon the earth nearby.
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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)
The giant tilts their head slightly. "Just... a bit of set dressing." They stretch their arms and yawn. "Now then, what shall we have to eat?"
It seems more interested now, reminded of its ancient hunger. "That depends on what is available. What are our options?" Its rotting bones clatter and click as the Bonemason rests upon the earth nearby.
They open up their comparatively tiny basket and pulls out a strawberry. "I was thinking fruit for once. But you look like a meat person. Am I correct in that assumption, Mx...?" They pick up a black, cast-iron rod from the ground. It would be a full-on staff for any normal humanoid, but is about walking-stick sized for them.
The giant tilts their head slightly. "Just... a bit of set dressing." They stretch their arms and yawn. "Now then, what shall we have to eat?"
It seems more interested now, reminded of its ancient hunger. "That depends on what is available. What are our options?" Its rotting bones clatter and click as the Bonemason rests upon the earth nearby.
They open up their comparatively tiny basket and pulls out a strawberry. "I was thinking fruit for once. But you look like a meat person. Am I correct in that assumption, Mx...?" They pick up a black, cast-iron rod from the ground. It would be a full-on staff for any normal humanoid, but is about walking-stick sized for them.
"You would be. Flesh, bones, organs... I do rather hate to waste any part of the animal." Its eye sockets glance towards the iron rod for a moment, but drift back to the giant before it just as quickly. "I'm not picky either, though, so fruit shall suffice. Many thanks."
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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)
They open up their comparatively tiny basket and pulls out a strawberry. "I was thinking fruit for once. But you look like a meat person. Am I correct in that assumption, Mx...?" They pick up a black, cast-iron rod from the ground. It would be a full-on staff for any normal humanoid, but is about walking-stick sized for them.
"You would be. Flesh, bones, organs... I do rather hate to waste any part of the animal." Its eye sockets glance towards the iron rod for a moment, but drift back to the giant before it just as quickly. "I'm not picky either, though, so fruit shall suffice. Many thanks."
"Of course." They drop the brutalist spell focus carelessly, as if it were just a prop. "But I'll be sure to bring meat next time, in case you happen by again." They remove fruit and cheese from their basket before quickly and roughly cut them up into pieces that are clearly not equal in any capacity, sparing only the grapes. They then divide the remains of the meal between two wooden boards, placing a large knife on each one with a contrasting carefulness. "Which one would you like?" They interweave their long fingers, gesturing faintly to the two rectangular plates. One board has about 15% more fruit, while the other has about 10% more cheese. The former has more in general, while the latter has more balance to it.
They open up their comparatively tiny basket and pulls out a strawberry. "I was thinking fruit for once. But you look like a meat person. Am I correct in that assumption, Mx...?" They pick up a black, cast-iron rod from the ground. It would be a full-on staff for any normal humanoid, but is about walking-stick sized for them.
"You would be. Flesh, bones, organs... I do rather hate to waste any part of the animal." Its eye sockets glance towards the iron rod for a moment, but drift back to the giant before it just as quickly. "I'm not picky either, though, so fruit shall suffice. Many thanks."
"Of course." They drop the brutalist spell focus carelessly, as if it were just a prop. "But I'll be sure to bring meat next time, in case you happen by again." They remove fruit and cheese from their basket before quickly and roughly cut them up into pieces that are clearly not equal in any capacity, sparing only the grapes. They then divide the remains of the meal between two wooden boards, placing a large knife on each one with a contrasting carefulness. "Which one would you like?" They interweave their long fingers, gesturing faintly to the two rectangular plates. One board has about 15% more fruit, while the other has about 10% more cheese. The former has more in general, while the latter has more balance to it.
With only a brief moment of consideration, it gratefully accepts the platter with the larger overall quantity, lifting up the board with one crooked hand. "Thanks again." It skewers a grape with one fork-wielding claw. "Tell me, what happened to bring about spring in a land of eternal autumn? Does that not clash with this realm's very nature?" Its horrific mandibles retrieve the morsel from its fork, which disappears somewhere into its multiple skulls. The amber glow in its eye sockets brightens for a fraction of a second after.
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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)
"Of course." They drop the brutalist spell focus carelessly, as if it were just a prop. "But I'll be sure to bring meat next time, in case you happen by again." They remove fruit and cheese from their basket before quickly and roughly cut them up into pieces that are clearly not equal in any capacity, sparing only the grapes. They then divide the remains of the meal between two wooden boards, placing a large knife on each one with a contrasting carefulness. "Which one would you like?" They interweave their long fingers, gesturing faintly to the two rectangular plates. One board has about 15% more fruit, while the other has about 10% more cheese. The former has more in general, while the latter has more balance to it.
With only a brief moment of consideration, it gratefully accepts the platter with the larger overall quantity, lifting up the board with one crooked hand. "Thanks again." It skewers a grape with one fork-wielding claw. "Tell me, what happened to bring about spring in a land of eternal autumn? Does that not clash with this realm's very nature?" Its horrific mandibles retrieve the morsel from its fork, which disappears somewhere into its multiple skulls. The amber glow in its eye sockets brightens for a fraction of a second after.
Feast chuckles. "From what I heard, it was winter not so long ago. The Ghoul Queen seems to have done something to the climate." They open their visor to reveal long, black-dyed teeth, between which they place half of an apple resting atop a thick and uneven slice of cheese. "I heard there is a way to fix it... but I'd rather not run afoul of that crooked flower, sitting about, waiting for summer."
*Regardless of the answer to my last question I have this dude*
A huge man stands in front of the remains of a farmhouse. It has been destroyed by... who knows, frankly. It doesn't look like ghouls or any other regular monster. The man hefts a massive, worn axe. His face is mostly covered by a wooden mask with no eyeholes, with one fully black eye visible underneath a broken area. His white hair is patchy and stringy. His torso is covered in brutal slash marks, which do not bleed, rather glow a dull reddish black. In his other hand, he holds a small knife, covered with fresh blood, which he promptly discards, as he turns and walks away from the frozen farmhouse, patches of frost remaining where his boots hit the ground.
Aramar Evergreen walks towards the farmhouse, curious about what caused this
The farmhouse is literally frozen. Slightly black ice covers every inch of the place. It also looks as if something tried to cut it in half beforehand.
Aramer takes a look around cautiously, unslinging his bow and notching it
*Whoops sorry*
The massive man appears about 20 ft away in Aramer's peripheral vision.
*I'm going to roll for stealth* 15
Aramar attempts to hide from the massive man and observe him cautiously
Aramer succeeds in hiding.
The man moves slowly, frost forming where his bare feet touch the ground. The axe he carries drags along the floor. He mutters something, but it's muffled by his mask.
Aramar fires an arrow at the man for hit 23 damage if it hits 13
*I assume this breaks stealth?*
The arrow buries itself in the man's shoulder. He grunts. His black eye looks around the place the arrow was fired from.
*Yes, I believe so, the skulker feat doesn't mention what happens when attacks hit*
Aramar stepped out from his hiding place, notching another arrow as he spoke in a low voice, "Did you cause this beast?"
The man seems to consider the notched arrow for a second. "Dunno." He says, his voice gravelly, lumbering forward. "Know nothin' 'bout beast. Know stuff 'bout you though. You hurt me. Now I hurt you." He launches forward, unexpectedly fast, swinging his axe twice. Attack: 27 Damage: 19 Attack: 17 Damage: 17
*:) how much health does your guy have also, Aramar takes both hits*
Aramar gets hit twice as he staggered back, and he grabbed his oathbow as he shouted, "Swift death to you who have wronged me."
I use a bonus action to regain 24 from second wind and I do 4 attacks
Attack:22 Damage:10 + 9
Attack:32 Damage:13 + 13
Attack:22 Damage:8+11
Attack:31 Damage:6+11
*385 total. Also are you capable of rolling lower than a 22? lol. He's resistant to all bludgeoning piercing and slashing damage so I'll halve the damage*
The man takes every hit, roaring in indignation. He heals 25 using Warrior of the Gods and slashes twice, empowering the first strike to deal an extra 13 Necrotic damage. he also empowers the first strike to be a Brutal Blow, dealing 2d10 extra damage.
Attack: 20 Damage: 26 + 16 Attack: 36 Damage: 25
If he crits you have disadvantage on your attack rolls.
Other stuff: He uses Stone's endurance to reduce the damage he takes from the last attack by an additional 14. Did you deal any Cold or Poison damage to me? If so, make a DC 22 DEX save or take another 29 damage of the same type.
*Regardless of the answer to my last question I have this dude*
A huge man stands in front of the remains of a farmhouse. It has been destroyed by... who knows, frankly. It doesn't look like ghouls or any other regular monster. The man hefts a massive, worn axe. His face is mostly covered by a wooden mask with no eyeholes, with one fully black eye visible underneath a broken area. His white hair is patchy and stringy. His torso is covered in brutal slash marks, which do not bleed, rather glow a dull reddish black. In his other hand, he holds a small knife, covered with fresh blood, which he promptly discards, as he turns and walks away from the frozen farmhouse, patches of frost remaining where his boots hit the ground.
A towering humanoid, maybe eleven feet tall, saunters over, almost dancing as they do so. They are dressed in a tattered, bright red costume straight out of a Venetian carnival, but they wear a rusted knight's helmet in place of a typical mask and hat. They bow to the huge man. "What have we here?"
He looks at the being. "My farmhouse frozen. I... think... Dis scare-crow," He gestures at the scarecrow remains, "Did it, so I killed it. Now am cold. Dun like it."
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
A towering humanoid, maybe eleven feet tall, saunters over, almost dancing as they do so. They are dressed in a tattered, bright red costume straight out of a Venetian carnival, but they wear a rusted knight's helmet in place of a typical mask and hat. They bow to the huge man. "What have we here?"
He looks at the being. "My farmhouse frozen. I... think... Dis scare-crow," He gestures at the scarecrow remains, "Did it, so I killed it. Now am cold. Dun like it."
The giant nods sympathetically. "I might have a fix for that." They quickly gather some chunks of wood from the surrounding area, specifically pieces of trees from the battle that raged here not too long ago. Then, they point their cast iron walking stick at it, and it slowly catches fire. "If we need more heat, there's plenty of wood lying about."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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The giant tilts their head slightly. "Just... a bit of set dressing." They stretch their arms and yawn. "Now then, what shall we have to eat?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It seems more interested now, reminded of its ancient hunger. "That depends on what is available. What are our options?" Its rotting bones clatter and click as the Bonemason rests upon the earth nearby.
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)
They open up their comparatively tiny basket and pulls out a strawberry. "I was thinking fruit for once. But you look like a meat person. Am I correct in that assumption, Mx...?" They pick up a black, cast-iron rod from the ground. It would be a full-on staff for any normal humanoid, but is about walking-stick sized for them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You would be. Flesh, bones, organs... I do rather hate to waste any part of the animal." Its eye sockets glance towards the iron rod for a moment, but drift back to the giant before it just as quickly. "I'm not picky either, though, so fruit shall suffice. Many thanks."
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)
"Of course." They drop the brutalist spell focus carelessly, as if it were just a prop. "But I'll be sure to bring meat next time, in case you happen by again." They remove fruit and cheese from their basket before quickly and roughly cut them up into pieces that are clearly not equal in any capacity, sparing only the grapes. They then divide the remains of the meal between two wooden boards, placing a large knife on each one with a contrasting carefulness. "Which one would you like?" They interweave their long fingers, gesturing faintly to the two rectangular plates. One board has about 15% more fruit, while the other has about 10% more cheese. The former has more in general, while the latter has more balance to it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
With only a brief moment of consideration, it gratefully accepts the platter with the larger overall quantity, lifting up the board with one crooked hand. "Thanks again." It skewers a grape with one fork-wielding claw. "Tell me, what happened to bring about spring in a land of eternal autumn? Does that not clash with this realm's very nature?" Its horrific mandibles retrieve the morsel from its fork, which disappears somewhere into its multiple skulls. The amber glow in its eye sockets brightens for a fraction of a second after.
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)
Feast chuckles. "From what I heard, it was winter not so long ago. The Ghoul Queen seems to have done something to the climate." They open their visor to reveal long, black-dyed teeth, between which they place half of an apple resting atop a thick and uneven slice of cheese. "I heard there is a way to fix it... but I'd rather not run afoul of that crooked flower, sitting about, waiting for summer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*385 total. Also are you capable of rolling lower than a 22? lol. He's resistant to all bludgeoning piercing and slashing damage so I'll halve the damage*
The man takes every hit, roaring in indignation. He heals 25 using Warrior of the Gods and slashes twice, empowering the first strike to deal an extra 13 Necrotic damage. he also empowers the first strike to be a Brutal Blow, dealing 2d10 extra damage.
Attack: 20 Damage: 26 + 16
Attack: 36 Damage: 25
If he crits you have disadvantage on your attack rolls.
Other stuff: He uses Stone's endurance to reduce the damage he takes from the last attack by an additional 14. Did you deal any Cold or Poison damage to me? If so, make a DC 22 DEX save or take another 29 damage of the same type.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
He looks at the being. "My farmhouse frozen. I... think... Dis scare-crow," He gestures at the scarecrow remains, "Did it, so I killed it. Now am cold. Dun like it."
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
The giant nods sympathetically. "I might have a fix for that." They quickly gather some chunks of wood from the surrounding area, specifically pieces of trees from the battle that raged here not too long ago. Then, they point their cast iron walking stick at it, and it slowly catches fire. "If we need more heat, there's plenty of wood lying about."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels