"no, no. I've got nothing but time" his sockets reveal his lie. he says under his breath. "three minutes. not long now."
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"no, no. I've got nothing but time" his sockets reveal his lie. he says under his breath. "three minutes. not long now."
He shakes his head, disappointed "There is no point in lying, it is not as if I am here to exorcise you, what will occur in three minutes?"
he looks cagey. "trust me, you dont want to know. ive got to go. you should too, if you dont want to be hunted to death and beyond" he checks his pocket watch. he looks anxious. without another word, the ship dissolves into the ocean of mist and crawls into the coffe shop, humkering down.
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"no, no. I've got nothing but time" his sockets reveal his lie. he says under his breath. "three minutes. not long now."
He shakes his head, disappointed "There is no point in lying, it is not as if I am here to exorcise you, what will occur in three minutes?"
Squelp is silently peering out from behind a wall, extremely curious
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Shiver then turns himself as he hears the quiet noise of the bartender. ‘OH’ the voice picks up with a buzz to indicate the ghost’s surprise ‘I did not realise this establishment had another staff member present. I do apologise for recruiting her for myself, but since you seem sad, would you like to also join?’ The spirit then wonders whether this person had any spiritual influence or powers, seeing as he hasn’t spotted them until now.
The man shakes his head, his short, dark brown hair falling in his pale face. "I want you to leave." He whispers. "All these exorcists... I thought they might offer some protection. That my family would be able to serve people like you without being..." His breath fogs as he pauses. "I don't blame you. I blame the people who were supposed to stop you from..." he goes quiet, his voice tear-choked as he looks at the ground. "...Stay away from my ghouls. Please."
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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.
"no, no. I've got nothing but time" his sockets reveal his lie. he says under his breath. "three minutes. not long now."
He shakes his head, disappointed "There is no point in lying, it is not as if I am here to exorcise you, what will occur in three minutes?"
he looks cagey. "trust me, you dont want to know. ive got to go. you should too, if you dont want to be hunted to death and beyond" he checks his pocket watch. he looks anxious. without another word, the ship dissolves into the ocean of mist and crawls into the coffe shop, humkering down.
Walter stays where he is, his strings spreading across the area as he hums to himself.
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Shiver then turns himself as he hears the quiet noise of the bartender. ‘OH’ the voice picks up with a buzz to indicate the ghost’s surprise ‘I did not realise this establishment had another staff member present. I do apologise for recruiting her for myself, but since you seem sad, would you like to also join?’ The spirit then wonders whether this person had any spiritual influence or powers, seeing as he hasn’t spotted them until now.
The man shakes his head, his short, dark brown hair falling in his pale face. "I want you to leave." He whispers. "All these exorcists... I thought they might offer some protection. That my family would be able to serve people like you without being..." His breath fogs as he pauses. "I don't blame you. I blame the people who were supposed to stop you from..." he goes quiet, his voice tear-choked as he looks at the ground. "...Stay away from my ghouls. Please."
The ghost looks at the distraught man but can't find any empathy within his frozen heart. It's taking a lot just to be cordial with these other exorcists and spirits, let alone nice. All that his distant voice can say is 'Can I offer you a tray meal? We have chicken or beef.' The waitress zombie wheels round at those words and, to the bartender's horror, unhinges her jaw and shoves a whole hand down her throat. When she seems to have swallowed all she can of her arm, she simply tears it off and uses her other hand to dig the limb down further into her stomach, eventually somehow pulling up a whole dead chicken and cow leg that both look like they've been in the freezer for a good hundred years, absolutely white with frost. The zombie then drools a little on her detached shoulder to freeze it back to the socket.
Walter looks into the ghost's 'eyes', seeing the same cold within them within his own. He clasps his white gloved hands, feeling quite similar to how they are feeling. He stands up, putting his clasped hands behind his back "Sir, I hate to interrupt what appears to be an important conversation, but I believe I missed something important that you may have said."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
the mist inside the coffe shop hunkers lower. all inside can smell the salt and rotting fish and soggy deckboards. a skeletal and face partally materializes, checking the pocketwatch. "one and a half miniuntes"
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The man shakes his head, his short, dark brown hair falling in his pale face. "I want you to leave." He whispers. "All these exorcists... I thought they might offer some protection. That my family would be able to serve people like you without being..." His breath fogs as he pauses. "I don't blame you. I blame the people who were supposed to stop you from..." he goes quiet, his voice tear-choked as he looks at the ground. "...Stay away from my ghouls. Please."
The ghost looks at the distraught man but can't find any empathy within his frozen heart. It's taking a lot just to be cordial with these other exorcists and spirits, let alone nice. All that his distant voice can say is 'Can I offer you a tray meal? We have chicken or beef.' The waitress zombie wheels round at those words and, to the bartender's horror, unhinges her jaw and shoves a whole hand down her throat. When she seems to have swallowed all she can of her arm, she simply tears it off and uses her other hand to dig the limb down further into her stomach, eventually somehow pulling up a whole dead chicken and cow leg that both look like they've been in the freezer for a good hundred years, absolutely white with frost. The zombie then drools a little on her detached shoulder to freeze it back to the socket.
He sighs and walks over to the zombie, more angry than sad at this point, although his eyes are still tearful. He puts a hand on her shoulder. Flames suddenly balloon out from her form, somehow not damaging anything other than her.
Fire damage: 35 Necrotic Damage: 26
He turns his head to Shiver, his hand dripping with sparks and burned flesh. "Get out."
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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 man shakes his head, his short, dark brown hair falling in his pale face. "I want you to leave." He whispers. "All these exorcists... I thought they might offer some protection. That my family would be able to serve people like you without being..." His breath fogs as he pauses. "I don't blame you. I blame the people who were supposed to stop you from..." he goes quiet, his voice tear-choked as he looks at the ground. "...Stay away from my ghouls. Please."
The ghost looks at the distraught man but can't find any empathy within his frozen heart. It's taking a lot just to be cordial with these other exorcists and spirits, let alone nice. All that his distant voice can say is 'Can I offer you a tray meal? We have chicken or beef.' The waitress zombie wheels round at those words and, to the bartender's horror, unhinges her jaw and shoves a whole hand down her throat. When she seems to have swallowed all she can of her arm, she simply tears it off and uses her other hand to dig the limb down further into her stomach, eventually somehow pulling up a whole dead chicken and cow leg that both look like they've been in the freezer for a good hundred years, absolutely white with frost. The zombie then drools a little on her detached shoulder to freeze it back to the socket.
He sighs and walks over to the zombie, more angry than sad at this point, although his eyes are still tearful. He puts a hand on her shoulder. Flames suddenly balloon out from her form, somehow not damaging anything other than her.
Fire damage: 35 Necrotic Damage: 26
He turns his head to Shiver, his hand dripping with sparks and burned flesh. "Get out."
The zombie is of course instantly destroyed, and if Shiver's frozen mouth could hang agape, it would. He seriously considers fighting, but remembers the environment he's in, and his current capabilities. Any dangerous moves on his part would result in a speedy exorcism. So, the voice simply hums 'As you wish. I understand.' They then turn around, and step out of the cafe.
A few blocks away from the cafe, far from the watchful gaze of any exorcists or spirits, the pilot turns to face the glass display window of the shop next to them, and give it a few brisk taps. The glass frosts up, literally, and then shatters into a strange illusion of swirling blue mist that resonates some sort of chilling magic, though is still as thin as the window. The pilot's voice hums 'Ground control, we are experiencing a few hiccups at the current location. Requesting back up from the Other Side.' There's a cackling noise from a female emanating from the illusory screen, and then the mist begins to stretch outwards, another creature pulling itself free from the tight vapours that clutch at it's grey skin whilst they chuckle.
Dragging its foot free from the last dreg of curiously sticky ghost mist, the thin, grey, drab figure purrs 'Shiver...darling...you really are a pacifist aren't you?', to which the droning voice says back 'I couldn't help myself, exorcists everywhere and spirits far stronger than I am. They destroyed my only crew member in an instant, and you know how weak I am without a crew!' The figure fully stands up to face the pilot, and displays her imposing might. She has a single, enormous orange eye in her smooth grey skull, and her stomach seems to be shaped like a tiger's muzzle, from which her voice is coming from. Her arms are shaped like great clubs spiked with nails from the elbow down, and her legs are rather stubby, which explains how she's the same height as Shiver whilst still being incredibly lanky. 'I see. I can already guess, cafe on Bluebell Street, right?' Her baleful orange lens is casting a small lamp glow on Shiver's icy forehead, which seems to be reading his thoughts somehow. 'I'll deal with it and then see you later. Oh, and gather some more ghouls whilst I'm away. Uniform won't cut it without a crew.'
Shortly after this exchange, the window of the coffee shop back down the road is smashed in by what looks to be a rubbery grey wrecking ball spiked with dark metal pins. It then retracts back into the drab cyclops spirit's arm across the street, who calls out 'OI! TOUGH GUYS! COME AND GET ME!'
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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Shortly after this exchange, the window of the coffee shop back down the road is smashed in by what looks to be a rubbery grey wrecking ball spiked with dark metal pins. It then retracts back into the drab cyclops spirit's arm across the street, who calls out 'OI! TOUGH GUYS! COME AND GET ME!'
Walter can't help but sigh, walking out into the street to face this Cyclops spirit. He makes a few gestures, the mist around his dispersing as he gets closer and closer, his face calm to the point of being ice cold. Perception check if you would, thank you in advance.
The zombie is of course instantly destroyed, and if Shiver's frozen mouth could hang agape, it would. He seriously considers fighting, but remembers the environment he's in, and his current capabilities. Any dangerous moves on his part would result in a speedy exorcism. So, the voice simply hums 'As you wish. I understand.' They then turn around, and step out of the cafe.
A few blocks away from the cafe, far from the watchful gaze of any exorcists or spirits, the pilot turns to face the glass display window of the shop next to them, and give it a few brisk taps. The glass frosts up, literally, and then shatters into a strange illusion of swirling blue mist that resonates some sort of chilling magic, though is still as thin as the window. The pilot's voice hums 'Ground control, we are experiencing a few hiccups at the current location. Requesting back up from the Other Side.' There's a cackling noise from a female emanating from the illusory screen, and then the mist begins to stretch outwards, another creature pulling itself free from the tight vapours that clutch at it's grey skin whilst they chuckle.
Dragging its foot free from the last dreg of curiously sticky ghost mist, the thin, grey, drab figure purrs 'Shiver...darling...you really are a pacifist aren't you?', to which the droning voice says back 'I couldn't help myself, exorcists everywhere and spirits far stronger than I am. They destroyed my only crew member in an instant, and you know how weak I am without a crew!' The figure fully stands up to face the pilot, and displays her imposing might. She has a single, enormous orange eye in her smooth grey skull, and her stomach seems to be shaped like a tiger's muzzle, from which her voice is coming from. Her arms are shaped like great clubs spiked with nails from the elbow down, and her legs are rather stubby, which explains how she's the same height as Shiver whilst still being incredibly lanky. 'I see. I can already guess, cafe on Bluebell Street, right?' Her baleful orange lens is casting a small lamp glow on Shiver's icy forehead, which seems to be reading his thoughts somehow. 'I'll deal with it and then see you later. Oh, and gather some more ghouls whilst I'm away. Uniform won't cut it without a crew.'
Shortly after this exchange, the window of the coffee shop back down the road is smashed in by what looks to be a rubbery grey wrecking ball spiked with dark metal pins. It then retracts back into the drab cyclops spirit's arm across the street, who calls out 'OI! TOUGH GUYS! COME AND GET ME!'
The owner's face twists into a horrible, enraged grimace. He holds up a hand, and claws grasp at the new spirit's legs, attempting to pull them back to the Beyond. "Go home, before I call The Family."
CHA save, please.
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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 sees that the gestures spread strings all around the area, attaching themselves to buildings like a spider's web, all coming from his gloves, and all silvered. He speaks calmly "I suggest you take the time to consider things before I am forced to slice you to ribbons." Intim if necessary:15
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The cyclops lets out a hum to spot the claws around her ankles and the strings about the street. 'Hmm. Two on one. Can't say I didn't expect worse though. Now, how should we handle this? How about claws first, strings later? Get the hard part sorted before the easy.' CHA Save: 22
[Woo, lucky save. Alablanca has a 16 in Strength, 14 in Dexterity, 12 in Con, 10 in Intelligence, 18 in Wisdom, 14 in Charisma and a +4 proficiency, with proficiency in Dexterity, Strength and Charisma saves, just so you guys know I'm not making it up lmao]
"no, no. I've got nothing but time" his sockets reveal his lie. he says under his breath. "three minutes. not long now."
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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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He shakes his head, disappointed "There is no point in lying, it is not as if I am here to exorcise you, what will occur in three minutes?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
he looks cagey. "trust me, you dont want to know. ive got to go. you should too, if you dont want to be hunted to death and beyond" he checks his pocket watch. he looks anxious. without another word, the ship dissolves into the ocean of mist and crawls into the coffe shop, humkering down.
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!!!!!!
Squelp is silently peering out from behind a wall, extremely curious
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
The man shakes his head, his short, dark brown hair falling in his pale face. "I want you to leave." He whispers. "All these exorcists... I thought they might offer some protection. That my family would be able to serve people like you without being..." His breath fogs as he pauses. "I don't blame you. I blame the people who were supposed to stop you from..." he goes quiet, his voice tear-choked as he looks at the ground. "...Stay away from my ghouls. Please."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Walter stays where he is, his strings spreading across the area as he hums to himself.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The ghost looks at the distraught man but can't find any empathy within his frozen heart. It's taking a lot just to be cordial with these other exorcists and spirits, let alone nice. All that his distant voice can say is 'Can I offer you a tray meal? We have chicken or beef.' The waitress zombie wheels round at those words and, to the bartender's horror, unhinges her jaw and shoves a whole hand down her throat. When she seems to have swallowed all she can of her arm, she simply tears it off and uses her other hand to dig the limb down further into her stomach, eventually somehow pulling up a whole dead chicken and cow leg that both look like they've been in the freezer for a good hundred years, absolutely white with frost. The zombie then drools a little on her detached shoulder to freeze it back to the socket.
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Walter looks into the ghost's 'eyes', seeing the same cold within them within his own. He clasps his white gloved hands, feeling quite similar to how they are feeling. He stands up, putting his clasped hands behind his back "Sir, I hate to interrupt what appears to be an important conversation, but I believe I missed something important that you may have said."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
the mist inside the coffe shop hunkers lower. all inside can smell the salt and rotting fish and soggy deckboards. a skeletal and face partally materializes, checking the pocketwatch. "one and a half miniuntes"
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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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He sighs and walks over to the zombie, more angry than sad at this point, although his eyes are still tearful. He puts a hand on her shoulder. Flames suddenly balloon out from her form, somehow not damaging anything other than her.
Fire damage: 35 Necrotic Damage: 26
He turns his head to Shiver, his hand dripping with sparks and burned flesh. "Get out."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Erica is at the city docks, watching the water with mixed feelings.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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A zombie frantically swim towards a flower inside of a bell jar that is floating towards her(?)
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The zombie is of course instantly destroyed, and if Shiver's frozen mouth could hang agape, it would. He seriously considers fighting, but remembers the environment he's in, and his current capabilities. Any dangerous moves on his part would result in a speedy exorcism. So, the voice simply hums 'As you wish. I understand.' They then turn around, and step out of the cafe.
A few blocks away from the cafe, far from the watchful gaze of any exorcists or spirits, the pilot turns to face the glass display window of the shop next to them, and give it a few brisk taps. The glass frosts up, literally, and then shatters into a strange illusion of swirling blue mist that resonates some sort of chilling magic, though is still as thin as the window. The pilot's voice hums 'Ground control, we are experiencing a few hiccups at the current location. Requesting back up from the Other Side.' There's a cackling noise from a female emanating from the illusory screen, and then the mist begins to stretch outwards, another creature pulling itself free from the tight vapours that clutch at it's grey skin whilst they chuckle.
Dragging its foot free from the last dreg of curiously sticky ghost mist, the thin, grey, drab figure purrs 'Shiver...darling...you really are a pacifist aren't you?', to which the droning voice says back 'I couldn't help myself, exorcists everywhere and spirits far stronger than I am. They destroyed my only crew member in an instant, and you know how weak I am without a crew!' The figure fully stands up to face the pilot, and displays her imposing might. She has a single, enormous orange eye in her smooth grey skull, and her stomach seems to be shaped like a tiger's muzzle, from which her voice is coming from. Her arms are shaped like great clubs spiked with nails from the elbow down, and her legs are rather stubby, which explains how she's the same height as Shiver whilst still being incredibly lanky. 'I see. I can already guess, cafe on Bluebell Street, right?' Her baleful orange lens is casting a small lamp glow on Shiver's icy forehead, which seems to be reading his thoughts somehow. 'I'll deal with it and then see you later. Oh, and gather some more ghouls whilst I'm away. Uniform won't cut it without a crew.'
Shortly after this exchange, the window of the coffee shop back down the road is smashed in by what looks to be a rubbery grey wrecking ball spiked with dark metal pins. It then retracts back into the drab cyclops spirit's arm across the street, who calls out 'OI! TOUGH GUYS! COME AND GET ME!'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
"thirty seconds"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Walter can't help but sigh, walking out into the street to face this Cyclops spirit. He makes a few gestures, the mist around his dispersing as he gets closer and closer, his face calm to the point of being ice cold. Perception check if you would, thank you in advance.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
[Nice, Alablanca is best in Perception: 27
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
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The owner's face twists into a horrible, enraged grimace. He holds up a hand, and claws grasp at the new spirit's legs, attempting to pull them back to the Beyond. "Go home, before I call The Family."
CHA save, please.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sees that the gestures spread strings all around the area, attaching themselves to buildings like a spider's web, all coming from his gloves, and all silvered. He speaks calmly "I suggest you take the time to consider things before I am forced to slice you to ribbons." Intim if necessary:15
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The cyclops lets out a hum to spot the claws around her ankles and the strings about the street. 'Hmm. Two on one. Can't say I didn't expect worse though. Now, how should we handle this? How about claws first, strings later? Get the hard part sorted before the easy.' CHA Save: 22
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
[Woo, lucky save. Alablanca has a 16 in Strength, 14 in Dexterity, 12 in Con, 10 in Intelligence, 18 in Wisdom, 14 in Charisma and a +4 proficiency, with proficiency in Dexterity, Strength and Charisma saves, just so you guys know I'm not making it up lmao]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!