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: 2
Alex turns into a shadow and creeps away.
*Boosting up *
Jared looks as he leaves, and, breathing heavily, leans against the wall and tries to calm down.
Next, some goo in a hazmat suit comes in.
“W-what do you need?” He asks, still recovering a bit.
She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
"You're not mad?" She pauses, then says "please don't eat me."
“If I were going to eat you, darling, you’d be dead already. You won’t be of the right taste… not yet, anyways. Perhaps I shall let you drown instead… or maybe even let you go, ah-ha-hah!”
"I am dead... been dead for 11 years"
“Oh, well that is no fun! So what would happen if I did this?” With a razor sharp appendage, it cuts one of the main supporting threads to the net keeping her aloft, and it shifts, unsteady.
"I'm not sure. I don't think it would be fun though. Please, let me go..."
It feigns sympathy, sighing. “Oh, I am so sorry, I had no idea…” it cuts another thread, and the platform goes sideways. It’s difficult to stay on, but she manages.
"Please! I'll do anything, please!"
”anything, you say? Fine. I will place you back on the bridge, and you will push the drunkard off of it.”
The cat lies against his foot, making sure everyone knows that they like him. The barista steeples his fingers and watches over the group. When he speaks, everyone looks to him. "So, newcomer, what brings you to town?" He seems to already know, but just wants to make conversation.
He looks over to them, taking the beverage from his mouth as he does, the slot closing as he begins to speak, “Just having come here for some work. Research more than anything else. For the sake of science.” He says, picking up the cat and placing them in his lap.
"So it was the board, right?" The cat purrs and just lays there. "Shrive seems to like you. You must have a calm soul."
“Calm? If that’s what you want to think, I’m not too sure that’s true, but maybe.” He says, petting Shrive with a smile in his eyes, “My research is independent though.”
She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
"You're not mad?" She pauses, then says "please don't eat me."
“If I were going to eat you, darling, you’d be dead already. You won’t be of the right taste… not yet, anyways. Perhaps I shall let you drown instead… or maybe even let you go, ah-ha-hah!”
"I am dead... been dead for 11 years"
“Oh, well that is no fun! So what would happen if I did this?” With a razor sharp appendage, it cuts one of the main supporting threads to the net keeping her aloft, and it shifts, unsteady.
"I'm not sure. I don't think it would be fun though. Please, let me go..."
It feigns sympathy, sighing. “Oh, I am so sorry, I had no idea…” it cuts another thread, and the platform goes sideways. It’s difficult to stay on, but she manages.
"Please! I'll do anything, please!"
”anything, you say? Fine. I will place you back on the bridge, and you will push the drunkard off of it.”
"...ok. I'll do it..."
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She continues to struggle, saying "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal from you... but eating people isn't very cool..."
“Oh, i’m not mad, darling… simply curious, that’s all.” It giggles, as two more of it’s giant spider legs appear from the darkness, spinning more threads around the web net, attaching it to the ceiling with little support from the creature.
"You're not mad?" She pauses, then says "please don't eat me."
“If I were going to eat you, darling, you’d be dead already. You won’t be of the right taste… not yet, anyways. Perhaps I shall let you drown instead… or maybe even let you go, ah-ha-hah!”
"I am dead... been dead for 11 years"
“Oh, well that is no fun! So what would happen if I did this?” With a razor sharp appendage, it cuts one of the main supporting threads to the net keeping her aloft, and it shifts, unsteady.
"I'm not sure. I don't think it would be fun though. Please, let me go..."
It feigns sympathy, sighing. “Oh, I am so sorry, I had no idea…” it cuts another thread, and the platform goes sideways. It’s difficult to stay on, but she manages.
"Please! I'll do anything, please!"
”anything, you say? Fine. I will place you back on the bridge, and you will push the drunkard off of it.”
"...ok. I'll do it..."
“Don’t try and run.”
the creature grabs the webbing piece she is trapped to and cuts her free with a delicate, precise slash, and using its long legs, places her back on the edge of the bridge.
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It is infused with 30 points of Dark Energy, which can be taken out at any time. "I hope you enjoy my offering, friend." Amatarou says, standing up.
“My, my, how kind of you… what is the occasion?”
it scuttles further down, and two of it’s eight legs are resting on the floor of the room. It’s easier to see what it is now, though it’s still obscuring most of its body with webs. It’s legs are thin, razor sharp, delicate and chitinous, and connect to the abdomen of the creature, still hidden somewhere up in the webbing.
"None. I just thought we might as well get acquainted. That creation is the result of one of my Dark Artes: Safety Blanket. Most wouldn't consider it powerful, but they've never been starving and hunted. I was hoping I could explain to you who I am and my role in all this, and you could do the same for me, if you so desire." The cats, likely Shikigami or some sort, begin to sniff at the legs, not touching them.
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He’s stumbling away, confused, and lost. He’s still on the bridge.
She walks towards him, a look of remorse on her face as she says "I'm sorry sir..."
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"So it was the board, right?" The cat purrs and just lays there. "Shrive seems to like you. You must have a calm soul."
“Calm? If that’s what you want to think, I’m not too sure that’s true, but maybe.” He says, petting Shrive with a smile in his eyes, “My research is independent though.”
The cat rolls over so he can rub their belly. Amatarou chuckles warmly. "Darn. O for O today. Have you been on the forums yet? They talk about everything worth talking about. Soil quality, atmospheric pressure, local paleontological finds, and, as always, the paranormal. Might give you an idea of where to look."
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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’s stumbling away, confused, and lost. He’s still on the bridge.
She walks towards him, a look of remorse on her face as she says "I'm sorry sir..."
He looks slightly more confused. “Huh?…”
"I'm sorry..." she says, moving closer to him, preparing to push him
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It is infused with 30 points of Dark Energy, which can be taken out at any time. "I hope you enjoy my offering, friend." Amatarou says, standing up.
“My, my, how kind of you… what is the occasion?”
it scuttles further down, and two of it’s eight legs are resting on the floor of the room. It’s easier to see what it is now, though it’s still obscuring most of its body with webs. It’s legs are thin, razor sharp, delicate and chitinous, and connect to the abdomen of the creature, still hidden somewhere up in the webbing.
"None. I just thought we might as well get acquainted. That creation is the result of one of my Dark Artes: Safety Blanket. Most wouldn't consider it powerful, but they've never been starving and hunted. I was hoping I could explain to you who I am and my role in all this, and you could do the same for me, if you so desire." The cats, likely Shikigami or some sort, begin to sniff at the legs, not touching them.
“How interesting… go ahead then, I would love to hear. Oh, would you like a drink as well?”
"So it was the board, right?" The cat purrs and just lays there. "Shrive seems to like you. You must have a calm soul."
“Calm? If that’s what you want to think, I’m not too sure that’s true, but maybe.” He says, petting Shrive with a smile in his eyes, “My research is independent though.”
The cat rolls over so he can rub their belly. Amatarou chuckles warmly. "Darn. O for O today. Have you been on the forums yet? They talk about everything worth talking about. Soil quality, atmospheric pressure, local paleontological finds, and, as always, the paranormal. Might give you an idea of where to look."
“Oh I don’t want to waste my time looking for something that may not be exactly what I want, but I’ll definitely give it a look, thank you for the suggestion.” He begins rubbing the belly of the cat with a smile, “I only got here today.” He opens his briefcase with his other hand, mechanical things inside, seemingly Liquid Metal.
She gasps, the memories flooding her mind again. "I'm sorry! Please, there's something under the bridge..."
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She gasps, the memories flooding her mind again. "I'm sorry! Please, there's something under the bridge..."
“Wha-?… what’s under the bridge?..”
"I don't know, but it wants me to push you off... please, I'm sorry..."
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“W-what do you need?” He asks, still recovering a bit.
”anything, you say? Fine. I will place you back on the bridge, and you will push the drunkard off of it.”
“Calm? If that’s what you want to think, I’m not too sure that’s true, but maybe.” He says, petting Shrive with a smile in his eyes, “My research is independent though.”
"...ok. I'll do it..."
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Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
“Don’t try and run.”
the creature grabs the webbing piece she is trapped to and cuts her free with a delicate, precise slash, and using its long legs, places her back on the edge of the bridge.
She looks around for the drunkard
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-Anders
He’s stumbling away, confused, and lost. He’s still on the bridge.
"None. I just thought we might as well get acquainted. That creation is the result of one of my Dark Artes: Safety Blanket. Most wouldn't consider it powerful, but they've never been starving and hunted. I was hoping I could explain to you who I am and my role in all this, and you could do the same for me, if you so desire." The cats, likely Shikigami or some sort, begin to sniff at the legs, not touching them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She walks towards him, a look of remorse on her face as she says "I'm sorry sir..."
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
He looks slightly more confused. “Huh?…”
The cat rolls over so he can rub their belly. Amatarou chuckles warmly. "Darn. O for O today. Have you been on the forums yet? They talk about everything worth talking about. Soil quality, atmospheric pressure, local paleontological finds, and, as always, the paranormal. Might give you an idea of where to look."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm sorry..." she says, moving closer to him, preparing to push him
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Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
“How interesting… go ahead then, I would love to hear. Oh, would you like a drink as well?”
“Oh I don’t want to waste my time looking for something that may not be exactly what I want, but I’ll definitely give it a look, thank you for the suggestion.” He begins rubbing the belly of the cat with a smile, “I only got here today.” He opens his briefcase with his other hand, mechanical things inside, seemingly Liquid Metal.
“Sorry for what-…” suddenly, he realizes she has intent to hurt him. He reaches into his pocket, drawing a knife.
She gasps, the memories flooding her mind again. "I'm sorry! Please, there's something under the bridge..."
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-Anders
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“Wha-?… what’s under the bridge?..”
"I don't know, but it wants me to push you off... please, I'm sorry..."
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-Anders
“What do you mean-… you’re… you’re crazy!” He yells, backing away a few feet.
she can hear the creature scuttling beneath the bridge.