I get smashed with a bottle, I look up at Jared and say: “Now you’ve really done it” *In a demonic voice * I attempt to look bigger then I am by about 10 feet. 11
I am shifting my shadow form to resemble the person he loves most. I say, “Go away. I don’t even know who you are!” I say in her voice. If the words get to him (15 or above seems reasonable.) he will take 1d4 psychic damage.
To Hit: 13
Damage: 3
He yells again. “LEAVE RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD-“
he hits them again with the beer glass. To hit: 4 damage: 6
*So, what characters do you have? I just have Amatarou Ocha for now.*
*I have the bartender Jared, who works at new Balios Bar, I have the highschool girl who’s part of the running thing, who I’m naming Clarissa, and I have the cannibalistic spider monster who lives in the Old Balios bar, who was spawned from the fear of being controlled and manipulated, and obsession and addiction.*
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of Balios, a well kept shipping container that acts as a home. There is wickedness behind every pair of eyes, but we still have hope.
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There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of [Town], a well kept shipping container that acts as a home. There is wickedness behind every pair of eyes, but we still have hope.
*Balios, Balios is the town. Nice intro, might bring Zackery to LRI to interact with Mr.Morgan more.*
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of [Town], a well kept shipping container that acts as a home. There is wickedness behind every pair of eyes, but we still have hope.
*Balios, Balios is the town. Nice intro, might bring Zackery to LRI to interact with Mr.Morgan more.*
*in the op post I think it said [insert town name here,] so I missed that lol. Iunno who zackery is but i'd be down*
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On a small bridge on a rather deep part of the river that runs through town, -The Red Wednesday bridge, as it is called by the locals, due to an unfortunate massacre occurring there fifty years back- there is a man, blackout drunk, slumped against the edge of the bridge, dangerously close to falling to the rushing, deep waters below. He’s slipping-… closer, closer, closer to the edge.
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of [Town], a well kept shipping container that acts as a home. There is wickedness behind every pair of eyes, but we still have hope.
*Balios, Balios is the town. Nice intro, might bring Zackery to LRI to interact with Mr.Morgan more.*
*in the op post I think it said [insert town name here,] so I missed that lol. Iunno who zackery is but i'd be down*
*Eh, I just introed him earlier, I think I still have the intro text, but I don’t have the skills to be rping on three threads at once, I think I’ll stick to two for now..*
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
*So, what characters do you have? I just have Amatarou Ocha for now.*
*I have the bartender Jared, who works at new Balios Bar, I have the highschool girl who’s part of the running thing, who I’m naming Clarissa, and I have the cannibalistic spider monster who lives in the Old Balios bar, who was spawned from the fear of being controlled and manipulated, and obsession and addiction.*
*I wanna try the spider, since the Nightmare King embodies the fears of Helplessness and Stagnation. He's basically "Stay in your comfort zone" the demon.*
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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.
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of [Town], a well kept shipping container that acts as a home. There is wickedness behind every pair of eyes, but we still have hope.
*Balios, Balios is the town. Nice intro, might bring Zackery to LRI to interact with Mr.Morgan more.*
*in the op post I think it said [insert town name here,] so I missed that lol. Iunno who zackery is but i'd be down*
*Eh, I just introed him earlier, I think I still have the intro text, but I don’t have the skills to be rping on three threads at once, I think I’ll stick to two for now..*
*Same here, it's a lot. I'll be here at some point.*
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
On a small bridge on a rather deep part of the river that runs through town, -The Red Wednesday bridge, as it is called by the locals, due to an unfortunate massacre occurring there fifty years back- there is a man, blackout drunk, slumped against the edge of the bridge, dangerously close to falling to the rushing, deep waters below. He’s slipping-… closer, closer, closer to the edge.
The strange girl from before is walking on the bridge, and drops her guitar to try and catch the man
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
*So, what characters do you have? I just have Amatarou Ocha for now.*
*I have the bartender Jared, who works at new Balios Bar, I have the highschool girl who’s part of the running thing, who I’m naming Clarissa, and I have the cannibalistic spider monster who lives in the Old Balios bar, who was spawned from the fear of being controlled and manipulated, and obsession and addiction.*
*I wanna try the spider, since the Nightmare King embodies the fears of Helplessness and Stagnation. He's basically "Stay in your comfort zone" the demon.*
*ooh, alright!*
The Old Balios bar is infamous for its unstable foundation and many accidents that got the place shut down twenty years ago. No police have been there since, and most others who explore it don’t come back.
there’s smoke coming out of the Chimney of the two story building.
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
On a small bridge on a rather deep part of the river that runs through town, -The Red Wednesday bridge, as it is called by the locals, due to an unfortunate massacre occurring there fifty years back- there is a man, blackout drunk, slumped against the edge of the bridge, dangerously close to falling to the rushing, deep waters below. He’s slipping-… closer, closer, closer to the edge.
The strange girl from before is walking on the bridge, and drops her guitar to try and catch the man
She manages to drag him back from the edge just before he falls off to certain death below. He shifts uncomfortably, eyes just barely starting to flutter open.
On a small bridge on a rather deep part of the river that runs through town, -The Red Wednesday bridge, as it is called by the locals, due to an unfortunate massacre occurring there fifty years back- there is a man, blackout drunk, slumped against the edge of the bridge, dangerously close to falling to the rushing, deep waters below. He’s slipping-… closer, closer, closer to the edge.
The strange girl from before is walking on the bridge, and drops her guitar to try and catch the man
She manages to drag him back from the edge just before he falls off to certain death below. He shifts uncomfortably, eyes just barely starting to flutter open.
"Woah there! Careful, or you'll end up like me..."
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
On a small bridge on a rather deep part of the river that runs through town, -The Red Wednesday bridge, as it is called by the locals, due to an unfortunate massacre occurring there fifty years back- there is a man, blackout drunk, slumped against the edge of the bridge, dangerously close to falling to the rushing, deep waters below. He’s slipping-… closer, closer, closer to the edge.
The strange girl from before is walking on the bridge, and drops her guitar to try and catch the man
She manages to drag him back from the edge just before he falls off to certain death below. He shifts uncomfortably, eyes just barely starting to flutter open.
"Woah there! Careful, or you'll end up like me..."
“Huh-… w-who are you?…” he asks, very confused. The girl notices that attached to his back are several, nearly invisible strands of spider silk, which snapped upon him rescuing him. They were leading down to the water below.
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He yells again. “LEAVE RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD-“
he hits them again with the beer glass. To hit: 4 damage: 6
*I have the bartender Jared, who works at new Balios Bar, I have the highschool girl who’s part of the running thing, who I’m naming Clarissa, and I have the cannibalistic spider monster who lives in the Old Balios bar, who was spawned from the fear of being controlled and manipulated, and obsession and addiction.*
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of Balios, a well kept shipping container that acts as a home. There is wickedness behind every pair of eyes, but we still have hope.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Balios, Balios is the town. Nice intro, might bring Zackery to LRI to interact with Mr.Morgan more.*
*Anybody want to rp here?*
*in the op post I think it said [insert town name here,] so I missed that lol. Iunno who zackery is but i'd be down*
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
On a small bridge on a rather deep part of the river that runs through town, -The Red Wednesday bridge, as it is called by the locals, due to an unfortunate massacre occurring there fifty years back- there is a man, blackout drunk, slumped against the edge of the bridge, dangerously close to falling to the rushing, deep waters below. He’s slipping-… closer, closer, closer to the edge.
*Eh, I just introed him earlier, I think I still have the intro text, but I don’t have the skills to be rping on three threads at once, I think I’ll stick to two for now..*
*heya guys, I'm back.*
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
*I wanna try the spider, since the Nightmare King embodies the fears of Helplessness and Stagnation. He's basically "Stay in your comfort zone" the demon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hi! Welcome back.*
*Same here, it's a lot. I'll be here at some point.*
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
The strange girl from before is walking on the bridge, and drops her guitar to try and catch the man
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
*Mountain Friend!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*ooh, alright!*
The Old Balios bar is infamous for its unstable foundation and many accidents that got the place shut down twenty years ago. No police have been there since, and most others who explore it don’t come back.
there’s smoke coming out of the Chimney of the two story building.
*heh, whats up?*
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
She manages to drag him back from the edge just before he falls off to certain death below. He shifts uncomfortably, eyes just barely starting to flutter open.
"Woah there! Careful, or you'll end up like me..."
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
“Huh-… w-who are you?…” he asks, very confused. The girl notices that attached to his back are several, nearly invisible strands of spider silk, which snapped upon him rescuing him. They were leading down to the water below.