*hmm, okay so my next character is probably going to be a Banshee Queen- but now I feel like maybe making a vampire-*
*or, even though I probably wouldn’t get to even use it here, now I feel like overhauling vampirism in D&d completely*
*REAL I did that with lycans and werewolves*
*oh gods the ideas are flowing already*
*first off, I’m renaming Vampirism to, ‘the blood kiss,’ and making vampirism into its own separate but related thing. A vampire, a creature that has received the Blood Kiss, is a fully fledged, very powerful creature, or a true vampire/nosferatu. A creature with Vampirism, such as a vampire spawn or similar creature, is the servant of a true vampire, the one that turned them. Vampires are able to give others the blood kiss, but they can’t just do it constantly. I’m thinking they might have to commit a small massacre each time they want to give the blood kiss (like drinking the blood of a hundred people, draining them completely*
*That's an interesting system. The Blood Kiss is a cool feature. My version of vampires take on the traits of the creatures they feed on. A vampire who feeds on the blood of humans will have human intellect and reason. They may even take on the traits of their victims depending on their class, but that isn't necessarily the case. A vampire who allows themselves to feed on beasts and animals will become more bestial and could even be mistaken for a werewolf. And the vampire's who feed on angelic-type creatures become semi-demonic spirits of dread.*
*hmm, okay so my next character is probably going to be a Banshee Queen- but now I feel like maybe making a vampire-*
*or, even though I probably wouldn’t get to even use it here, now I feel like overhauling vampirism in D&d completely*
*REAL I did that with lycans and werewolves*
*oh gods the ideas are flowing already*
*first off, I’m renaming Vampirism to, ‘the blood kiss,’ and making vampirism into its own separate but related thing. A vampire, a creature that has received the Blood Kiss, is a fully fledged, very powerful creature, or a true vampire/nosferatu. A creature with Vampirism, such as a vampire spawn or similar creature, is the servant of a true vampire, the one that turned them. Vampires are able to give others the blood kiss, but they can’t just do it constantly. I’m thinking they might have to commit a small massacre each time they want to give the blood kiss (like drinking the blood of a hundred people, draining them completely*
*I like that a lot, it makes vampires more scary and less… Edward from twilight*
*I haven’t touched twilight with a thirty-nine and a half foot long pole, so all I know is that he sparkles in the sunlight instead of burning and is like tragically beautiful 🥺🥴😔💖💞💗🤢 or something*
*so yes, my vampires are going to be freaking monsters.*
*another idea I had was vampiric corruption- regional effects taken to the extreme. Wherever a vampire goes, their corruption follows. If they stay in one place for long enough, or a place contains one of their resting places for long enough- that entire area, and the miles and miles of land surrounding it will begin to change. Crops begin to be less fruitful, fog becomes more common, days become shorter and nights become longer, rats and bats become common- and then two more important things. A vampire’s natural charm slowly infects the region as well. It weakens the mind-and then the body, of the people living in its lands. Weak peasants cannot rebel. Which is why so many vampires can become and remain counts and barons and powerful lords- they poison the ability to rebel and take it from their subjects. And secondly, vampiric corruption can, over time, reanimate corpses. It slowly creates undead that are not buried, which fall under the sway of the vampire. These undead, however, require vampiric presence-either a land infested by it or a vampire within a mile or two- or they begin to literally crumble away.*
"Oh, I'm not much of a duelist these days. I prefer playing the strategist, commanding troops and leading a charge then a simple 1v1," she says taking another sip of her drink.
*She isn't really optimized for combat at the moment, so I think Correlion would smoke her.*
“Would you like to bedtime on my success or loss here?” The angel asks, almost mischievously. “If you lose your bet, I won’t ask for much in exchange. Just perhaps.. a talon.”
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The shots smash into his form but he seems to pay them no mind. He has fought in many battles and he has sustained many wounds. These will not be the first or the last... but that doesn't mean they won't be deadly.
His wings claw at the sky and pull his monstrous form after you. His jaws snap at your heels and he flies 50 feet after you before unleashing another screaming agony blast. All the pain he's ever witnessed bound tight in his breath. Attack: 13 Damage: 17 If that hits he moves 15 feet closer to you.
*Also I should say that he has the Signs Clear As Glass flaw so you can take a reaction to add 2 to your AC.*
The angel seems to be enjoying the chase, moving another 60 ft directly upwards. They dodge again easily, doing a slight spin out of the way before retaliating.
Attack: 26 Damage: 21 If that hits, Attack: 29 Damage: 29
He shoots another arcane blast out at you but decides to switch tactics. Having fallen 20 feet behind, Cherovni curses in blasphemous words that have been forgotten by most mortals and folds his wings in, diving down. He takes cover in one of the many strange architectures on the ground. A meadhall of a past away generation that is 120 feet below you.
Attack: 12 Damage: 15 Thunder
*those rolls 😭*
Correlion ducks out of the way and dives down until Chevroni is within sight. Then, Correlion mutters an arcane word, waving one of its free hands. Make a STR save.
"It is my understanding that they may strive for perfection but they always have a lingering... doubt. Their satisfaction is never complete. But then again, neither is ours."
He giggles. “And that leads to their downfall!” At the word, ‘downfall,’ he lies down on his back, staring up at the necklace of human teeth he holds in his hands.
"Your ornaments are strange. Fitting, but strange."
The shots smash into his form but he seems to pay them no mind. He has fought in many battles and he has sustained many wounds. These will not be the first or the last... but that doesn't mean they won't be deadly.
His wings claw at the sky and pull his monstrous form after you. His jaws snap at your heels and he flies 50 feet after you before unleashing another screaming agony blast. All the pain he's ever witnessed bound tight in his breath. Attack: 13 Damage: 17 If that hits he moves 15 feet closer to you.
*Also I should say that he has the Signs Clear As Glass flaw so you can take a reaction to add 2 to your AC.*
The angel seems to be enjoying the chase, moving another 60 ft directly upwards. They dodge again easily, doing a slight spin out of the way before retaliating.
Attack: 26 Damage: 21 If that hits, Attack: 29 Damage: 29
He shoots another arcane blast out at you but decides to switch tactics. Having fallen 20 feet behind, Cherovni curses in blasphemous words that have been forgotten by most mortals and folds his wings in, diving down. He takes cover in one of the many strange architectures on the ground. A meadhall of a past away generation that is 120 feet below you.
Attack: 12 Damage: 15 Thunder
*those rolls 😭*
Correlion ducks out of the way and dives down until Chevroni is within sight. Then, Correlion mutters an arcane word, waving one of its free hands. Make a STR save.
*I know right. But don't let that slow you down.*
21
*How close would that make you? Your call.*
*NOOOO the one good roll..*
*And I’m not sure, he has a 50 ft fly speed so I assume he’s around 50 ft away somewhere, so you can choose. I’d say just flat 50 ft would be good.*
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"It is my understanding that they may strive for perfection but they always have a lingering... doubt. Their satisfaction is never complete. But then again, neither is ours."
He giggles. “And that leads to their downfall!” At the word, ‘downfall,’ he lies down on his back, staring up at the necklace of human teeth he holds in his hands.
"Your ornaments are strange. Fitting, but strange."
He shifts onto his side to look to Cherovni. “I also made a little statue. It’s of an Angel. I made it out of knives. Do you want this?” He holds out the necklace of teeth to Cherovni.
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
Max screams.
*He’s human btw. Got permission from Gibber.*
“Willkommen! Welcome to the Endless dark…” it stands up, its joints cracking audibly. “TELL ME, SIR-“ he leans in real close. “Do you have any troubles?” It asks, smiling as he circles around Max.
“Um…” He squeaks. “I should be leaving. I knew it was a bad idea to explore!”
He leans in even closer, now breathing down Max’s neck.
”why do you fear? What is there to fear here? Do you want… to be safe?”
“Yes I want to be safe and safe is not near you!”
“I’d say being around me is much, much safer than being around some of the other creatures here. I have no reason to hurt you. They have a very, very good reason to hurt you and that is that you taste really, really good. But… I can give you safety. If you wish.” Twice during that sentence, the Conferencier switches accents from German to French and back.
“No, no, no. I am not human. Totally not human.”
He pauses, sniffing the air, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes!” He shrieks.
He does a cartwheel backwards, landing in a sitting position facing Max. “Prove it.”
“Ummmmm humans. Yum.” He licks his lips. “Rar.”
He just… bursts out laughing. For a full minute.
after he calms down, he meets Max’s eyes again. “I believe you! I shall go fetch you some flesh so that you may eat.”
His eyes widen. “Sureeeeeee. Sure.”
*This next scene may involve cannibalism.*
He bounds off into the distance, quickly coming back with what seems to be an arm bone that still has some meat clinging on to it. He’s smiling that ridiculous smile constantly.
“Oh gods no…” He shivers.
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The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
Max screams.
*He’s human btw. Got permission from Gibber.*
“Willkommen! Welcome to the Endless dark…” it stands up, its joints cracking audibly. “TELL ME, SIR-“ he leans in real close. “Do you have any troubles?” It asks, smiling as he circles around Max.
“Um…” He squeaks. “I should be leaving. I knew it was a bad idea to explore!”
He leans in even closer, now breathing down Max’s neck.
”why do you fear? What is there to fear here? Do you want… to be safe?”
“Yes I want to be safe and safe is not near you!”
“I’d say being around me is much, much safer than being around some of the other creatures here. I have no reason to hurt you. They have a very, very good reason to hurt you and that is that you taste really, really good. But… I can give you safety. If you wish.” Twice during that sentence, the Conferencier switches accents from German to French and back.
“No, no, no. I am not human. Totally not human.”
He pauses, sniffing the air, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes!” He shrieks.
He does a cartwheel backwards, landing in a sitting position facing Max. “Prove it.”
“Ummmmm humans. Yum.” He licks his lips. “Rar.”
He just… bursts out laughing. For a full minute.
after he calms down, he meets Max’s eyes again. “I believe you! I shall go fetch you some flesh so that you may eat.”
His eyes widen. “Sureeeeeee. Sure.”
*This next scene may involve cannibalism.*
He bounds off into the distance, quickly coming back with what seems to be an arm bone that still has some meat clinging on to it. He’s smiling that ridiculous smile constantly.
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
Max screams.
*He’s human btw. Got permission from Gibber.*
“Willkommen! Welcome to the Endless dark…” it stands up, its joints cracking audibly. “TELL ME, SIR-“ he leans in real close. “Do you have any troubles?” It asks, smiling as he circles around Max.
“Um…” He squeaks. “I should be leaving. I knew it was a bad idea to explore!”
He leans in even closer, now breathing down Max’s neck.
”why do you fear? What is there to fear here? Do you want… to be safe?”
“Yes I want to be safe and safe is not near you!”
“I’d say being around me is much, much safer than being around some of the other creatures here. I have no reason to hurt you. They have a very, very good reason to hurt you and that is that you taste really, really good. But… I can give you safety. If you wish.” Twice during that sentence, the Conferencier switches accents from German to French and back.
“No, no, no. I am not human. Totally not human.”
He pauses, sniffing the air, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes!” He shrieks.
He does a cartwheel backwards, landing in a sitting position facing Max. “Prove it.”
“Ummmmm humans. Yum.” He licks his lips. “Rar.”
He just… bursts out laughing. For a full minute.
after he calms down, he meets Max’s eyes again. “I believe you! I shall go fetch you some flesh so that you may eat.”
His eyes widen. “Sureeeeeee. Sure.”
*This next scene may involve cannibalism.*
He bounds off into the distance, quickly coming back with what seems to be an arm bone that still has some meat clinging on to it. He’s smiling that ridiculous smile constantly.
“Oh gods no…” He shivers.
He frowns comically. “What was that?”
“I’ll do it!” He screams.
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The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
Max screams.
*He’s human btw. Got permission from Gibber.*
“Willkommen! Welcome to the Endless dark…” it stands up, its joints cracking audibly. “TELL ME, SIR-“ he leans in real close. “Do you have any troubles?” It asks, smiling as he circles around Max.
“Um…” He squeaks. “I should be leaving. I knew it was a bad idea to explore!”
He leans in even closer, now breathing down Max’s neck.
”why do you fear? What is there to fear here? Do you want… to be safe?”
“Yes I want to be safe and safe is not near you!”
“I’d say being around me is much, much safer than being around some of the other creatures here. I have no reason to hurt you. They have a very, very good reason to hurt you and that is that you taste really, really good. But… I can give you safety. If you wish.” Twice during that sentence, the Conferencier switches accents from German to French and back.
“No, no, no. I am not human. Totally not human.”
He pauses, sniffing the air, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes!” He shrieks.
He does a cartwheel backwards, landing in a sitting position facing Max. “Prove it.”
“Ummmmm humans. Yum.” He licks his lips. “Rar.”
He just… bursts out laughing. For a full minute.
after he calms down, he meets Max’s eyes again. “I believe you! I shall go fetch you some flesh so that you may eat.”
His eyes widen. “Sureeeeeee. Sure.”
*This next scene may involve cannibalism.*
He bounds off into the distance, quickly coming back with what seems to be an arm bone that still has some meat clinging on to it. He’s smiling that ridiculous smile constantly.
“Oh gods no…” He shivers.
He frowns comically. “What was that?”
“I’ll do it!” He screams.
The Conferencier, after about a second of being frozen, flinches back a bit as he screams. He holds out the arm bone to Max.
"Oh, I'm not much of a duelist these days. I prefer playing the strategist, commanding troops and leading a charge then a simple 1v1," she says taking another sip of her drink.
*She isn't really optimized for combat at the moment, so I think Correlion would smoke her.*
“Would you like to bedtime on my success or loss here?” The angel asks, almost mischievously. “If you lose your bet, I won’t ask for much in exchange. Just perhaps.. a talon.”
"Would not be the first time I've had a claw taken from me for some time. Though I feel like if I make a bet with you, I should at least open up the offer for Cherovni to make a bet with me as well."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
Max screams.
*He’s human btw. Got permission from Gibber.*
“Willkommen! Welcome to the Endless dark…” it stands up, its joints cracking audibly. “TELL ME, SIR-“ he leans in real close. “Do you have any troubles?” It asks, smiling as he circles around Max.
“Um…” He squeaks. “I should be leaving. I knew it was a bad idea to explore!”
He leans in even closer, now breathing down Max’s neck.
”why do you fear? What is there to fear here? Do you want… to be safe?”
“Yes I want to be safe and safe is not near you!”
“I’d say being around me is much, much safer than being around some of the other creatures here. I have no reason to hurt you. They have a very, very good reason to hurt you and that is that you taste really, really good. But… I can give you safety. If you wish.” Twice during that sentence, the Conferencier switches accents from German to French and back.
“No, no, no. I am not human. Totally not human.”
He pauses, sniffing the air, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes!” He shrieks.
He does a cartwheel backwards, landing in a sitting position facing Max. “Prove it.”
“Ummmmm humans. Yum.” He licks his lips. “Rar.”
He just… bursts out laughing. For a full minute.
after he calms down, he meets Max’s eyes again. “I believe you! I shall go fetch you some flesh so that you may eat.”
His eyes widen. “Sureeeeeee. Sure.”
*This next scene may involve cannibalism.*
He bounds off into the distance, quickly coming back with what seems to be an arm bone that still has some meat clinging on to it. He’s smiling that ridiculous smile constantly.
“Oh gods no…” He shivers.
He frowns comically. “What was that?”
“I’ll do it!” He screams.
The Conferencier, after about a second of being frozen, flinches back a bit as he screams. He holds out the arm bone to Max.
He tentatively licks his lips. “Hmmmm. Perhaps this would be better suited in your stomach?”
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The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
Max screams.
*He’s human btw. Got permission from Gibber.*
“Willkommen! Welcome to the Endless dark…” it stands up, its joints cracking audibly. “TELL ME, SIR-“ he leans in real close. “Do you have any troubles?” It asks, smiling as he circles around Max.
“Um…” He squeaks. “I should be leaving. I knew it was a bad idea to explore!”
He leans in even closer, now breathing down Max’s neck.
”why do you fear? What is there to fear here? Do you want… to be safe?”
“Yes I want to be safe and safe is not near you!”
“I’d say being around me is much, much safer than being around some of the other creatures here. I have no reason to hurt you. They have a very, very good reason to hurt you and that is that you taste really, really good. But… I can give you safety. If you wish.” Twice during that sentence, the Conferencier switches accents from German to French and back.
“No, no, no. I am not human. Totally not human.”
He pauses, sniffing the air, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes!” He shrieks.
He does a cartwheel backwards, landing in a sitting position facing Max. “Prove it.”
“Ummmmm humans. Yum.” He licks his lips. “Rar.”
He just… bursts out laughing. For a full minute.
after he calms down, he meets Max’s eyes again. “I believe you! I shall go fetch you some flesh so that you may eat.”
His eyes widen. “Sureeeeeee. Sure.”
*This next scene may involve cannibalism.*
He bounds off into the distance, quickly coming back with what seems to be an arm bone that still has some meat clinging on to it. He’s smiling that ridiculous smile constantly.
“Oh gods no…” He shivers.
He frowns comically. “What was that?”
“I’ll do it!” He screams.
The Conferencier, after about a second of being frozen, flinches back a bit as he screams. He holds out the arm bone to Max.
He tentatively licks his lips. “Hmmmm. Perhaps this would be better suited in your stomach?”
He shakes his head. “I had already feasted on the rest of this poor fellow earlier.” This is a blatant lie of course, but Max doesn’t know that and the Conferencier is maintaining a perfectly straight face.
*And I’m not sure, he has a 50 ft fly speed so I assume he’s around 50 ft away somewhere, so you can choose. I’d say just flat 50 ft would be good.*
*Sweet.*
You see Cherovni's form has shifted into his humanoid form but there are some differences. He has grown in size and his fangs can clearly be seen protruding from his snarling mouth. Two devilish horns have sprouted and curl from his skull and his wings still unfurl from his back. His chest is a bloody mess of bullet holes and his blood stains the air around him. It is as if he has lost control of his form during the turmoil and his true nature has become harder to suppress.
He rushes fifty feet towards you, his taloned hand tearing at the night. Attack *pleasehitpleasehitpleasehit* 24 Damage: 18
The Conferencier, after having just performed their duties as master of Ceremonies of their cabaret, is at the edge of a nearby cliff, stringing a necklace of teeth. Human teeth. Wherever he got those.
Max is wandering around and sees the Conferencier.
The Conferencier sees Max and freezes, a smile slowly overtaking his face. He scurries over towards Max on all fours, at surprising speed.
Max screams.
*He’s human btw. Got permission from Gibber.*
“Willkommen! Welcome to the Endless dark…” it stands up, its joints cracking audibly. “TELL ME, SIR-“ he leans in real close. “Do you have any troubles?” It asks, smiling as he circles around Max.
“Um…” He squeaks. “I should be leaving. I knew it was a bad idea to explore!”
He leans in even closer, now breathing down Max’s neck.
”why do you fear? What is there to fear here? Do you want… to be safe?”
“Yes I want to be safe and safe is not near you!”
“I’d say being around me is much, much safer than being around some of the other creatures here. I have no reason to hurt you. They have a very, very good reason to hurt you and that is that you taste really, really good. But… I can give you safety. If you wish.” Twice during that sentence, the Conferencier switches accents from German to French and back.
“No, no, no. I am not human. Totally not human.”
He pauses, sniffing the air, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes!” He shrieks.
He does a cartwheel backwards, landing in a sitting position facing Max. “Prove it.”
“Ummmmm humans. Yum.” He licks his lips. “Rar.”
He just… bursts out laughing. For a full minute.
after he calms down, he meets Max’s eyes again. “I believe you! I shall go fetch you some flesh so that you may eat.”
His eyes widen. “Sureeeeeee. Sure.”
*This next scene may involve cannibalism.*
He bounds off into the distance, quickly coming back with what seems to be an arm bone that still has some meat clinging on to it. He’s smiling that ridiculous smile constantly.
“Oh gods no…” He shivers.
He frowns comically. “What was that?”
“I’ll do it!” He screams.
The Conferencier, after about a second of being frozen, flinches back a bit as he screams. He holds out the arm bone to Max.
He tentatively licks his lips. “Hmmmm. Perhaps this would be better suited in your stomach?”
He shakes his head. “I had already feasted on the rest of this poor fellow earlier.” This is a blatant lie of course, but Max doesn’t know that and the Conferencier is maintaining a perfectly straight face.
“Nope. Sorry. I’m not eating another human… yes I’m a human.”
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"Oh, I'm not much of a duelist these days. I prefer playing the strategist, commanding troops and leading a charge then a simple 1v1," she says taking another sip of her drink.
*She isn't really optimized for combat at the moment, so I think Correlion would smoke her.*
“Would you like to bedtime on my success or loss here?” The angel asks, almost mischievously. “If you lose your bet, I won’t ask for much in exchange. Just perhaps.. a talon.”
"Would not be the first time I've had a claw taken from me for some time. Though I feel like if I make a bet with you, I should at least open up the offer for Cherovni to make a bet with me as well."
“If you’d like. My offer was more of an attempt at a joke.”
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"It is my understanding that they may strive for perfection but they always have a lingering... doubt. Their satisfaction is never complete. But then again, neither is ours."
He giggles. “And that leads to their downfall!” At the word, ‘downfall,’ he lies down on his back, staring up at the necklace of human teeth he holds in his hands.
"Your ornaments are strange. Fitting, but strange."
He shifts onto his side to look to Cherovni. “I also made a little statue. It’s of an Angel. I made it out of knives. Do you want this?” He holds out the necklace of teeth to Cherovni.
He takes it. It dangles from his pointed fingers and he stares at it with his empty eyes. His dead face expressionless. "It is a generous gift."
*And I’m not sure, he has a 50 ft fly speed so I assume he’s around 50 ft away somewhere, so you can choose. I’d say just flat 50 ft would be good.*
*Sweet.*
You see Cherovni's form has shifted into his humanoid form but there are some differences. He has grown in size and his fangs can clearly be seen protruding from his snarling mouth. Two devilish horns have sprouted and curl from his skull and his wings still unfurl from his back. His chest is a bloody mess of bullet holes and his blood stains the air around him. It is as if he has lost control of his form during the turmoil and his true nature has become harder to suppress.
He rushes fifty feet towards you, his taloned hand tearing at the night. Attack *pleasehitpleasehitpleasehit* 24 Damage: 18
Shield spell as a reaction and that misses. Correlion flies backwards in slight alarm, shooting twice. It’s feathers fluff up slightly with a loud chirp.
Attack: 34 Damage: 17 If that hits, Attack: 23 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
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*That's an interesting system. The Blood Kiss is a cool feature. My version of vampires take on the traits of the creatures they feed on. A vampire who feeds on the blood of humans will have human intellect and reason. They may even take on the traits of their victims depending on their class, but that isn't necessarily the case. A vampire who allows themselves to feed on beasts and animals will become more bestial and could even be mistaken for a werewolf. And the vampire's who feed on angelic-type creatures become semi-demonic spirits of dread.*
*I haven’t touched twilight with a thirty-nine and a half foot long pole, so all I know is that he sparkles in the sunlight instead of burning and is like tragically beautiful 🥺🥴😔💖💞💗🤢 or something*
*so yes, my vampires are going to be freaking monsters.*
*another idea I had was vampiric corruption- regional effects taken to the extreme. Wherever a vampire goes, their corruption follows. If they stay in one place for long enough, or a place contains one of their resting places for long enough- that entire area, and the miles and miles of land surrounding it will begin to change. Crops begin to be less fruitful, fog becomes more common, days become shorter and nights become longer, rats and bats become common- and then two more important things. A vampire’s natural charm slowly infects the region as well. It weakens the mind-and then the body, of the people living in its lands. Weak peasants cannot rebel. Which is why so many vampires can become and remain counts and barons and powerful lords- they poison the ability to rebel and take it from their subjects. And secondly, vampiric corruption can, over time, reanimate corpses. It slowly creates undead that are not buried, which fall under the sway of the vampire. These undead, however, require vampiric presence-either a land infested by it or a vampire within a mile or two- or they begin to literally crumble away.*
“Would you like to bedtime on my success or loss here?” The angel asks, almost mischievously. “If you lose your bet, I won’t ask for much in exchange. Just perhaps.. a talon.”
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*I know right. But don't let that slow you down.*
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*How close would that make you? Your call.*
"Your ornaments are strange. Fitting, but strange."
*NOOOO the one good roll..*
*And I’m not sure, he has a 50 ft fly speed so I assume he’s around 50 ft away somewhere, so you can choose. I’d say just flat 50 ft would be good.*
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He shifts onto his side to look to Cherovni. “I also made a little statue. It’s of an Angel. I made it out of knives. Do you want this?” He holds out the necklace of teeth to Cherovni.
“Oh gods no…” He shivers.
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He frowns comically. “What was that?”
“I’ll do it!” He screams.
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The Conferencier, after about a second of being frozen, flinches back a bit as he screams. He holds out the arm bone to Max.
"Would not be the first time I've had a claw taken from me for some time. Though I feel like if I make a bet with you, I should at least open up the offer for Cherovni to make a bet with me as well."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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He tentatively licks his lips. “Hmmmm. Perhaps this would be better suited in your stomach?”
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He shakes his head. “I had already feasted on the rest of this poor fellow earlier.” This is a blatant lie of course, but Max doesn’t know that and the Conferencier is maintaining a perfectly straight face.
*Sweet.*
You see Cherovni's form has shifted into his humanoid form but there are some differences. He has grown in size and his fangs can clearly be seen protruding from his snarling mouth. Two devilish horns have sprouted and curl from his skull and his wings still unfurl from his back. His chest is a bloody mess of bullet holes and his blood stains the air around him. It is as if he has lost control of his form during the turmoil and his true nature has become harder to suppress.
He rushes fifty feet towards you, his taloned hand tearing at the night. Attack *pleasehitpleasehitpleasehit* 24 Damage: 18
“Nope. Sorry. I’m not eating another human… yes I’m a human.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“If you’d like. My offer was more of an attempt at a joke.”
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He takes it. It dangles from his pointed fingers and he stares at it with his empty eyes. His dead face expressionless. "It is a generous gift."
*cut with Banan*
the Conferencier feigns being shocked.
”REALLY? Why, I had no clue…”
Shield spell as a reaction and that misses. Correlion flies backwards in slight alarm, shooting twice. It’s feathers fluff up slightly with a loud chirp.
Attack: 34 Damage: 17
If that hits, Attack: 23 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ