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: 23
He shakes his head "Well isn't that unfortunate, I apologize deeply." He softly moves one of his fingers, two strings moving from a building, aiming for their flesh, capable of cleaving through. To hit:2220 Damage:6+811+4
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
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: 23
The claws tug at her but eventually slip back into the Beyond themselves, leaving her behind.
"Fine then. You'll go home in a matchbox instead." In what seems like an instant, he's 60ft closer.
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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 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.
Gilgamesh(which is what I've decided to name the hollow dragon) flies over to the loud noises, and lands. It can somehow instantly tell which side is in the wrong, and glares at the cyclops. *make a DC 19 wisdom saving throw* It then bites the cyclops.
Attack: 13
Damage: 16 piercing and 12 radiant
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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!'
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.
the partially materialized scurvy Dave speaks. "hey fellas? and ma'am", he nods towards the cyclops spirit. there's going to be something worse than y'all showing up in exactly... he checks his watch "fifteen seconds" he turns to the owner. "I don't suppose you have a back room or something me crew and I can hide in do you?"
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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: 23
He shakes his head "Well isn't that unfortunate, I apologize deeply." He softly moves one of his fingers, two strings moving from a building, aiming for their flesh, capable of cleaving through. To hit:2220 Damage:6+811+4
One of Alablanca's arms falls off in a clean cut, and another string slices through her side so she's split into two. Curiously, the flesh within is the same drab grey as the outside, and she gives a mock gasp, holding her remaining arm up to her head like a person would when surprised, even though she doesn't have hands or a face. Her split cat mouth then grins and she says 'Okay. My turn.'
Action: Her severed hand morphs into a barbed fist and grabs his ankle: 9 to hit, take 2 piercing damage on a hit and on the start of each of his turns until the hand is removed. Bonus Actions: Adjusts her torso so her top and bottom half are matched up then seals the cut.
[If you haven't quite have got it yet, Alablanca's power is that her body is made of clay, so she's immune to any cuts, slices or bruises!]
[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]
*I'm glad Giovanni has help here, his PB is only +3, and he just used his only 4th level slot and a charge of his only combat item.*
*However, that's not to say that he's out of tricks.*
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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 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.
Gilgamesh(which is what I've decided to name the hollow dragon) flies over to the loud noises, and lands. It can somehow instantly tell which side is in the wrong, and glares at the cyclops. *make a DC 19 wisdom saving throw* It then bites the cyclops.
Attack: 13
Damage: 16 piercing and 12 radiant
She just dodges below the bite [She's got an AC of 17] with a squeak. Wisdom Save: 18
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.'
*Whoops, that's one messed up quote*
Squelp, the curious lil' bugger that it is, follows pilot Shiver.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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: 23
He shakes his head "Well isn't that unfortunate, I apologize deeply." He softly moves one of his fingers, two strings moving from a building, aiming for their flesh, capable of cleaving through. To hit:2220 Damage:6+811+4
One of Alablanca's arms falls off in a clean cut, and another string slices through her side so she's split into two. Curiously, the flesh within is the same drab grey as the outside, and she gives a mock gasp, holding her remaining arm up to her head like a person would when surprised, even though she doesn't have hands or a face. Her split cat mouth then grins and she says 'Okay. My turn.'
Action: Her severed hand morphs into a barbed fist and grabs his ankle: 9 to hit, take 2 piercing damage on a hit and on the start of each of his turns until the hand is removed. Bonus Actions: Adjusts her torso so her top and bottom half are matched up then seals the cut.
[If you haven't quite have got it yet, Alablanca's power is that her body is made of clay, so she's immune to any cuts, slices or bruises!]
He easily sidesteps the strike "Oh I see, this going to be far more difficult than I first thought I suppose. Oh, and it is wonderful to meet you, Walter Pennyworth, and you are?" He says, while tugging on some more strings, clasping around her. Ensnaring Strike (DC 18) To hit:22
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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 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.'
*Whoops, that's one messed up quote*
Squelp, the curious lil' bugger that it is, follows pilot Shiver.
Shiver doesn't spot it at all. He's mainly searching for homeless people to turn into zombies, trying to bend the parameters that the exorcist set to the best of his ability. He's uncomfortable being so visible within the mortal world, and has this fear rationalised when somebody he tries to freeze swipes a knife at him. His voice crackles 'Woah, that's contraband! Can't be having that on the plane!' He then releases another cool breeze of charming mist from between his teeth to pacify them. Overall he gathers 6 ghouls within the evening.
Gilgamesh(which is what I've decided to name the hollow dragon) flies over to the loud noises, and lands. It can somehow instantly tell which side is in the wrong, and glares at the cyclops. *make a DC 19 wisdom saving throw* It then bites the cyclops.
Attack: 13
Damage: 16 piercing and 12 radiant
She just dodges below the bite [She's got an AC of 17] with a squeak. Wisdom Save: 18
*oof unlucky nat 1 for me*
She feels suddenly weaker. Her speed is halved and she has disadvantage on all attack rolls until the end of her next turn.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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: 23
He shakes his head "Well isn't that unfortunate, I apologize deeply." He softly moves one of his fingers, two strings moving from a building, aiming for their flesh, capable of cleaving through. To hit:2220 Damage:6+811+4
One of Alablanca's arms falls off in a clean cut, and another string slices through her side so she's split into two. Curiously, the flesh within is the same drab grey as the outside, and she gives a mock gasp, holding her remaining arm up to her head like a person would when surprised, even though she doesn't have hands or a face. Her split cat mouth then grins and she says 'Okay. My turn.'
Action: Her severed hand morphs into a barbed fist and grabs his ankle: 9 to hit, take 2 piercing damage on a hit and on the start of each of his turns until the hand is removed. Bonus Actions: Adjusts her torso so her top and bottom half are matched up then seals the cut.
[If you haven't quite have got it yet, Alablanca's power is that her body is made of clay, so she's immune to any cuts, slices or bruises!]
He easily sidesteps the strike "Oh I see, this going to be far more difficult than I first thought I suppose. Oh, and it is wonderful to meet you, Walter Pennyworth, and you are?" He says, while tugging on some more strings, clasping around her. Ensnaring Strike (DC 18) To hit:22
The tiger face on her naval grins and replies 'Alablanca Karamia, a please to meet you!' as the strings wrap round her body to capture her. She then simply expands her form and tries to slide her malleable flesh out and through the strings to escape [DC 18 Strength Save to escape, advantage cos of her clay form: 23]
Shiver doesn't spot it at all. He's mainly searching for homeless people to turn into zombies, trying to bend the parameters that the exorcist set to the best of his ability. He's uncomfortable being so visible within the mortal world, and has this fear rationalised when somebody he tries to freeze swipes a knife at him. His voice crackles 'Woah, that's contraband! Can't be having that on the plane!' He then releases another cool breeze of charming mist from between his teeth to pacify them. Overall he gathers 6 ghouls within the evening.
Squelp says "fwerble merf" very quietly as it continues to watch, waiting for the chance to call for backup.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
The tiger face on her naval grins and replies 'Alablanca Karamia, a please to meet you!' as the strings wrap round her body to capture her. She then simply expands her form and tries to slide her malleable flesh out and through the strings to escape [DC 18 Strength Save to escape, advantage cos of her clay form: 23]
The strings snap, and he smiles "Oh quite difficult indeed. I am pleasantly surprised." The strings are seemingly endless in how many he has, no matter how many are broken only more seem to appear. He raises an eyebrow "I doubt you are able to win this fight with time, I would prefer you surrender."
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Gilgamesh(which is what I've decided to name the hollow dragon) flies over to the loud noises, and lands. It can somehow instantly tell which side is in the wrong, and glares at the cyclops. *make a DC 19 wisdom saving throw* It then bites the cyclops.
Attack: 13
Damage: 16 piercing and 12 radiant
She just dodges below the bite [She's got an AC of 17] with a squeak. Wisdom Save: 18
*oof unlucky nat 1 for me*
She feels suddenly weaker. Her speed is halved and she has disadvantage on all attack rolls until the end of her next turn.
[Noted!]
Alablanca slips free from the strings, collecting in a pile on the floor below before reforming into a Tiny rat, her baleful orange eye taking up the majority of her small body. A squeaking voice mutters 'You seem pleasant enough, what memories might you hold?', directed towards Walter, the orange glow staring into his soul.
Bonus Action: Reforms herself into a rat. Action: Walter must make a Deception check contested by Alablanca's Perception (19). On a fail she learns everything that Walter has thought about in the last 10 minutes (including battle strategies, potential weaknesses etc.)
[That's Alablanca's other power: Soul Read. It's pretty good at getting a general feel for combat when used within it, though isn't very powerful on it's own, which is why it's great that she's also got a very adaptable battle style!]
Gilgamesh(which is what I've decided to name the hollow dragon) flies over to the loud noises, and lands. It can somehow instantly tell which side is in the wrong, and glares at the cyclops. *make a DC 19 wisdom saving throw* It then bites the cyclops.
Attack: 13
Damage: 16 piercing and 12 radiant
She just dodges below the bite [She's got an AC of 17] with a squeak. Wisdom Save: 18
*oof unlucky nat 1 for me*
She feels suddenly weaker. Her speed is halved and she has disadvantage on all attack rolls until the end of her next turn.
[Noted!]
Alablanca slips free from the strings, collecting in a pile on the floor below before reforming into a Tiny rat, her baleful orange eye taking up the majority of her small body. A squeaking voice mutters 'You seem pleasant enough, what memories might you hold?', directed towards Walter, the orange glow staring into his soul.
Bonus Action: Reforms herself into a rat. Action: Walter must make a Deception check contested by Alablanca's Perception (19). On a fail she learns everything that Walter has thought about in the last 10 minutes (including battle strategies, potential weaknesses etc.)
*Thank goodness for Slayer's Counter.* To hit:18 Damage:9+1, if it hits he auto succeeds, if not Deception:8
(If it fails)- His mind is surprisingly cold, though his kindness is genuine, he thought of killing everyone he has encountered so far, having set up the strings before Alablanca has even arrived. He plans to actually not kill her, and rather let her go.
(If it succeeds) He doesn't attack, continuing to look at them, smiling softly. though it doesn't fully reach his eyes.
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: 23
The claws tug at her but eventually slip back into the Beyond themselves, leaving her behind.
"Fine then. You'll go home in a matchbox instead." In what seems like an instant, he's 60ft closer.
*Hey Shiver, did you miss this? I could just respond to the latest post if you feel like that would be easier for you.*
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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.
Alablanca can’t pierce through Walter’s facade and sighs, her form warping back into a humanoid laying flat on her back. She then says ‘I’m not too bothered with killing you, y’know? Shiver called me up to deal with you since he found you too strong, but that guy’s a total pushover, without a crew at least. If he gets himself at least a hundred passengers, then he’s more of a threat then I could ever dream to be…’ Her great globe of an eye wanders before she gets back on topic, simply warping her form so she’s lying on her stomach rather then turning round. The first words she says are muffled before she remembers where her mouth is, moving it round and repeating so you can here her say ‘I’m not actually all that evil, it’s him you’ll need to worry about, believe it or not. I only do what he says because he stole my soul back when he had a little more dominion in the Other World, so he can technically tell me what to do, but after he got banished to the Frozen Beyond most people lost any respect or loyalty for him anyway, including me. I’ll do what he says and appear when summoned, but he knows that in his current state he can’t push me to go too far, else I might fight back…’
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: 23
The claws tug at her but eventually slip back into the Beyond themselves, leaving her behind.
"Fine then. You'll go home in a matchbox instead." In what seems like an instant, he's 60ft closer.
*Hey Shiver, did you miss this? I could just respond to the latest post if you feel like that would be easier for you.*
[Oh sorry dude, I did see that but thought he was just getting closer and nothing else so left it. Since Alablanca’s now pretty reluctant to go any further, I’d just go from my last post, sorry!]
Alablanca can’t pierce through Walter’s facade and sighs, her form warping back into a humanoid laying flat on her back. She then says ‘I’m not too bothered with killing you, y’know? Shiver called me up to deal with you since he found you too strong, but that guy’s a total pushover, without a crew at least. If he gets himself at least a hundred passengers, then he’s more of a threat then I could ever dream to be…’ Her great globe of an eye wanders before she gets back on topic, simply warping her form so she’s lying on her stomach rather then turning round. The first words she says are muffled before she remembers where her mouth is, moving it round and repeating so you can here her say ‘I’m not actually all that evil, it’s him you’ll need to worry about, believe it or not. I only do what he says because he stole my soul back when he had a little more dominion in the Other World, so he can technically tell me what to do, but after he got banished to the Frozen Beyond most people lost any respect or loyalty for him anyway, including me. I’ll do what he says and appear when summoned, but he knows that in his current state he can’t push me to go too far, else I might fight back…’
Walter sits on his own legs next to them, smiling softly at them, "I completely understand, though I doubt killing me is as much as it may seem. He does seem like the type to require assistance for strength."
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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.'
He shakes his head "Well isn't that unfortunate, I apologize deeply." He softly moves one of his fingers, two strings moving from a building, aiming for their flesh, capable of cleaving through. To hit:22 20 Damage:6+8 11+4
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 claws tug at her but eventually slip back into the Beyond themselves, leaving her behind.
"Fine then. You'll go home in a matchbox instead." In what seems like an instant, he's 60ft closer.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Gilgamesh(which is what I've decided to name the hollow dragon) flies over to the loud noises, and lands. It can somehow instantly tell which side is in the wrong, and glares at the cyclops. *make a DC 19 wisdom saving throw* It then bites the cyclops.
Attack: 13
Damage: 16 piercing and 12 radiant
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
the partially materialized scurvy Dave speaks. "hey fellas? and ma'am", he nods towards the cyclops spirit. there's going to be something worse than y'all showing up in exactly... he checks his watch "fifteen seconds" he turns to the owner. "I don't suppose you have a back room or something me crew and I can hide in do you?"
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!!!!!!
One of Alablanca's arms falls off in a clean cut, and another string slices through her side so she's split into two. Curiously, the flesh within is the same drab grey as the outside, and she gives a mock gasp, holding her remaining arm up to her head like a person would when surprised, even though she doesn't have hands or a face. Her split cat mouth then grins and she says 'Okay. My turn.'
Action: Her severed hand morphs into a barbed fist and grabs his ankle: 9 to hit, take 2 piercing damage on a hit and on the start of each of his turns until the hand is removed.
Bonus Actions: Adjusts her torso so her top and bottom half are matched up then seals the cut.
[If you haven't quite have got it yet, Alablanca's power is that her body is made of clay, so she's immune to any cuts, slices or bruises!]
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!
*I'm glad Giovanni has help here, his PB is only +3, and he just used his only 4th level slot and a charge of his only combat item.*
*However, that's not to say that he's out of tricks.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She just dodges below the bite [She's got an AC of 17] with a squeak. Wisdom Save: 18
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!
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.'
*Whoops, that's one messed up quote*
Squelp, the curious lil' bugger that it is, follows pilot Shiver.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
He easily sidesteps the strike "Oh I see, this going to be far more difficult than I first thought I suppose. Oh, and it is wonderful to meet you, Walter Pennyworth, and you are?" He says, while tugging on some more strings, clasping around her. Ensnaring Strike (DC 18) To hit:22
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.)
Shiver doesn't spot it at all. He's mainly searching for homeless people to turn into zombies, trying to bend the parameters that the exorcist set to the best of his ability. He's uncomfortable being so visible within the mortal world, and has this fear rationalised when somebody he tries to freeze swipes a knife at him. His voice crackles 'Woah, that's contraband! Can't be having that on the plane!' He then releases another cool breeze of charming mist from between his teeth to pacify them. Overall he gathers 6 ghouls within the evening.
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!
*oof unlucky nat 1 for me*
She feels suddenly weaker. Her speed is halved and she has disadvantage on all attack rolls until the end of her next turn.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
The tiger face on her naval grins and replies 'Alablanca Karamia, a please to meet you!' as the strings wrap round her body to capture her. She then simply expands her form and tries to slide her malleable flesh out and through the strings to escape [DC 18 Strength Save to escape, advantage cos of her clay form: 23]
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!
Squelp says "fwerble merf" very quietly as it continues to watch, waiting for the chance to call for backup.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
The strings snap, and he smiles "Oh quite difficult indeed. I am pleasantly surprised." The strings are seemingly endless in how many he has, no matter how many are broken only more seem to appear. He raises an eyebrow "I doubt you are able to win this fight with time, I would prefer you surrender."
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.)
[Noted!]
Alablanca slips free from the strings, collecting in a pile on the floor below before reforming into a Tiny rat, her baleful orange eye taking up the majority of her small body. A squeaking voice mutters 'You seem pleasant enough, what memories might you hold?', directed towards Walter, the orange glow staring into his soul.
Bonus Action: Reforms herself into a rat.
Action: Walter must make a Deception check contested by Alablanca's Perception (19). On a fail she learns everything that Walter has thought about in the last 10 minutes (including battle strategies, potential weaknesses etc.)
[That's Alablanca's other power: Soul Read. It's pretty good at getting a general feel for combat when used within it, though isn't very powerful on it's own, which is why it's great that she's also got a very adaptable battle style!]
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!
*Thank goodness for Slayer's Counter.* To hit:18 Damage:9+1, if it hits he auto succeeds, if not Deception:8
(If it fails)- His mind is surprisingly cold, though his kindness is genuine, he thought of killing everyone he has encountered so far, having set up the strings before Alablanca has even arrived. He plans to actually not kill her, and rather let her go.
(If it succeeds) He doesn't attack, continuing to look at them, smiling softly. though it doesn't fully reach his eyes.
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.)
*Hey Shiver, did you miss this? I could just respond to the latest post if you feel like that would be easier for you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Alablanca can’t pierce through Walter’s facade and sighs, her form warping back into a humanoid laying flat on her back. She then says ‘I’m not too bothered with killing you, y’know? Shiver called me up to deal with you since he found you too strong, but that guy’s a total pushover, without a crew at least. If he gets himself at least a hundred passengers, then he’s more of a threat then I could ever dream to be…’ Her great globe of an eye wanders before she gets back on topic, simply warping her form so she’s lying on her stomach rather then turning round. The first words she says are muffled before she remembers where her mouth is, moving it round and repeating so you can here her say ‘I’m not actually all that evil, it’s him you’ll need to worry about, believe it or not. I only do what he says because he stole my soul back when he had a little more dominion in the Other World, so he can technically tell me what to do, but after he got banished to the Frozen Beyond most people lost any respect or loyalty for him anyway, including me. I’ll do what he says and appear when summoned, but he knows that in his current state he can’t push me to go too far, else I might fight back…’
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!
[Oh sorry dude, I did see that but thought he was just getting closer and nothing else so left it. Since Alablanca’s now pretty reluctant to go any further, I’d just go from my last post, sorry!]
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!
Walter sits on his own legs next to them, smiling softly at them, "I completely understand, though I doubt killing me is as much as it may seem. He does seem like the type to require assistance for strength."
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.)