Ravarus is a bit of a distance away, though he has begun to approach the conflict.
Rendy is tagging along with Ravarus because cocoon.
*Can I have some character ideas? (don't want to RP, just want some ideas)*
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"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO. The best name for the mad gibber
Ravarus is a bit of a distance away, though he has begun to approach the conflict.
Rendy is tagging along with Ravarus because cocoon.
*Can I have some character ideas? (don't want to RP, just want some ideas)*
*Uh, sure. What sort of ideas?*
*im thinking about making a character, just a normal human like*
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"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO. The best name for the mad gibber
Mushisama raises one of his gloved and clawed hands to where his nose would be and pinches it as if annoyed. "why would they do so? Last I checked, Umbraveth would not attack you unless his allies were all together. Why now of all times?"
“If you are asking me to understand the workings of Umbraveth’s mind, you have come to the wrong person. But I digress. Are you here to slay me?”
“That rather depends on the situation, which has yet been explained. Who is the wolf, preying upon the flock, and who is the shepherd, trying to protect it?” He then lifts one of his hands and gestures to the Wall of Force in the distance. “I suppose that too is involved?”
Ravarus is a bit of a distance away, though he has begun to approach the conflict.
Rendy is tagging along with Ravarus because cocoon.
*Can I have some character ideas? (don't want to RP, just want some ideas)*
*Uh, sure. What sort of ideas?*
*im thinking about making a character, just a normal human like*
*bard who sold their soul for musical ability*
*a spell caster?*
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"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO. The best name for the mad gibber
Ravarus is a bit of a distance away, though he has begun to approach the conflict.
Rendy is tagging along with Ravarus because cocoon.
*HI CORO!!*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"Scroll paper from my home," She raises a finger like a teacher as she adjusts her glasses slightly with her off-hand, "Rather than from trees, it's weaved together via a magical process using several different special magically infused river ingredients, as well as bamboo. The process is time consuming, but it yields results, if not evident already. I actually pioneered the craft myself, If you'll let me indulge in my own prowess, for a moment."
Grimm only looks more confused. He points a wing at the conflict below. "Wha ron?"
* He's asking 'What's wrong/WHAT THE HECC IS HAPPENING'*
"Hm." Thaterin pauses a moment or two. "I thought your speech was just limited, but I suppose your mind has yet to develop. Younger than my usual audience, I suppose.." Thaterin calls her scroll over with a pull of her index finger. She unravels it to a part that has no glyphs on it (which does take a little bit, even looking through it quickly), then tearing on a large section and offering it to Grimm. Behind her, the scroll seems to naturally mend itself. "Food, if you'd like. It doesn't have the nutrients a growing.. creature may need, but it might satiate your need to feast temporarily."
Grimm happily licks Thaterin in thanks and takes a bite of the paper. After chewing for a moment, he spits it out with a sad, betrayed expression on his face.
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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)
Rudy Giuliani stands over the spot where Hettie died. He looks concerned. He puts his longbow down to rest on the ground; it makes a metallic clattering sound as it falls from his hand. A dollar bill floats down on a gentle breeze into Rudy’s now-open grasp. The hand clenches instinctively, crushing Washington’s face. Then another bill, a five this time. Then a ten, a twenty, and then a $100 dollar bill, all flitting towards Rudy like moths drawn to a flame. A fitting metaphor, perhaps. Rudy Giuliani’s eyes are, indeed, aflame.
As his retinas smolder, the trickle of money becomes a small stream, then a large one, then a deluge. Mr. G is buried in an ever-growing pile of green inked cotton-linen-blend paper. He makes no sound, simply glaring at his empty surroundings as the bills obstruct his vision more and more. In a minute or so, the money envelopes the former mayor of New York completely. Then letters start falling. Mail from constituents, invitations to galas and charity events, well-wishes, and some increasingly vitriolic letters from the IRS. As these last envelopes reach the money pile, the whole thing begins to burn. The fire is quick and indiscriminate. Soon the papers are gone, and only a pile of ashes remain. Rudy Giuliani stands in the center of this pile, slightly singed. The fire in his eyes has been put out.
He scoops up a pile of what was formerly a fortune, and starts to chew. “Truth isn’t truth, morons. I’m just a small man in search of a balcony, and I think I’ve found one.”
Rudy Giuliani stands over the spot where Hettie died. He looks concerned. He puts his longbow down to rest on the ground; it makes a metallic clattering sound as it falls from his hand. A dollar bill floats down on a gentle breeze into Rudy’s now-open grasp. The hand clenches instinctively, crushing Washington’s face. Then another bill, a five this time. Then a ten, a twenty, and then a $100 dollar bill, all flitting towards Rudy like moths drawn to a flame. A fitting metaphor, perhaps. Rudy Giuliani’s eyes are, indeed, aflame.
As his retinas smolder, the trickle of money becomes a small stream, then a large one, then a deluge. Mr. G is buried in an ever-growing pile of green inked cotton-linen-blend paper. He makes no sound, simply glaring at his empty surroundings as the bills obstruct his vision more and more. In a minute or so, the money envelopes the former mayor of New York completely. Then letters start falling. Mail from constituents, invitations to galas and charity events, well-wishes, and some increasingly vitriolic letters from the IRS. As these last envelopes reach the money pile, the whole thing begins to burn. The fire is quick and indiscriminate. Soon the papers are gone, and only a pile of ashes remain. Rudy Giuliani stands in the center of this pile, slightly singed. The fire in his eyes has been put out.
He scoops up a pile of what was formerly a fortune, and starts to chew. “Truth isn’t truth, morons. I’m just a small man in search of a balcony, and I think I’ve found one.”
A longbow reforms in his hand, and he flies away.
*LEVEL 7!*
*yup hettie was level 7*
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"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO. The best name for the mad gibber
Mushisama raises one of his gloved and clawed hands to where his nose would be and pinches it as if annoyed. "why would they do so? Last I checked, Umbraveth would not attack you unless his allies were all together. Why now of all times?"
“If you are asking me to understand the workings of Umbraveth’s mind, you have come to the wrong person. But I digress. Are you here to slay me?”
“That rather depends on the situation, which has yet been explained. Who is the wolf, preying upon the flock, and who is the shepherd, trying to protect it?” He then lifts one of his hands and gestures to the Wall of Force in the distance. “I suppose that too is involved?”
Correlion dismissively waves a hand. “There is no wolf, and there is no shepherd. I have slain my quarry, and I am satisfied by her death. Umbraveth thought he could kill me while my back was turned - he will be my next target. He has no honor, as you have seen as he fled from me to beg for your assistance. Umbraveth will be cut down.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO. The best name for the mad gibber
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Mushisama raises one of his gloved and clawed hands to where his nose would be and pinches it as if annoyed. "why would they do so? Last I checked, Umbraveth would not attack you unless his allies were all together. Why now of all times?"
“If you are asking me to understand the workings of Umbraveth’s mind, you have come to the wrong person. But I digress. Are you here to slay me?”
“That rather depends on the situation, which has yet been explained. Who is the wolf, preying upon the flock, and who is the shepherd, trying to protect it?” He then lifts one of his hands and gestures to the Wall of Force in the distance. “I suppose that too is involved?”
Correlion dismissively waves a hand. “There is no wolf, and there is no shepherd. I have slain my quarry, and I am satisfied by her death. Umbraveth thought he could kill me while my back was turned - he will be my next target. He has no honor, as you have seen as he fled from me to beg for your assistance. Umbraveth will be cut down.”
*I love killing :)))*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Rudy Giuliani stands over the spot where Hettie died. He looks concerned. He puts his longbow down to rest on the ground; it makes a metallic clattering sound as it falls from his hand. A dollar bill floats down on a gentle breeze into Rudy’s now-open grasp. The hand clenches instinctively, crushing Washington’s face. Then another bill, a five this time. Then a ten, a twenty, and then a $100 dollar bill, all flitting towards Rudy like moths drawn to a flame. A fitting metaphor, perhaps. Rudy Giuliani’s eyes are, indeed, aflame.
As his retinas smolder, the trickle of money becomes a small stream, then a large one, then a deluge. Mr. G is buried in an ever-growing pile of green inked cotton-linen-blend paper. He makes no sound, simply glaring at his empty surroundings as the bills obstruct his vision more and more. In a minute or so, the money envelopes the former mayor of New York completely. Then letters start falling. Mail from constituents, invitations to galas and charity events, well-wishes, and some increasingly vitriolic letters from the IRS. As these last envelopes reach the money pile, the whole thing begins to burn. The fire is quick and indiscriminate. Soon the papers are gone, and only a pile of ashes remain. Rudy Giuliani stands in the center of this pile, slightly singed. The fire in his eyes has been put out.
He scoops up a pile of what was formerly a fortune, and starts to chew. “Truth isn’t truth, morons. I’m just a small man in search of a balcony, and I think I’ve found one.”
A longbow reforms in his hand, and he flies away.
*LEVEL 7!*
*You can not damage anything for the next 7 days*
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"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO. The best name for the mad gibber
Rudy Giuliani stands over the spot where Hettie died. He looks concerned. He puts his longbow down to rest on the ground; it makes a metallic clattering sound as it falls from his hand. A dollar bill floats down on a gentle breeze into Rudy’s now-open grasp. The hand clenches instinctively, crushing Washington’s face. Then another bill, a five this time. Then a ten, a twenty, and then a $100 dollar bill, all flitting towards Rudy like moths drawn to a flame. A fitting metaphor, perhaps. Rudy Giuliani’s eyes are, indeed, aflame.
As his retinas smolder, the trickle of money becomes a small stream, then a large one, then a deluge. Mr. G is buried in an ever-growing pile of green inked cotton-linen-blend paper. He makes no sound, simply glaring at his empty surroundings as the bills obstruct his vision more and more. In a minute or so, the money envelopes the former mayor of New York completely. Then letters start falling. Mail from constituents, invitations to galas and charity events, well-wishes, and some increasingly vitriolic letters from the IRS. As these last envelopes reach the money pile, the whole thing begins to burn. The fire is quick and indiscriminate. Soon the papers are gone, and only a pile of ashes remain. Rudy Giuliani stands in the center of this pile, slightly singed. The fire in his eyes has been put out.
He scoops up a pile of what was formerly a fortune, and starts to chew. “Truth isn’t truth, morons. I’m just a small man in search of a balcony, and I think I’ve found one.”
A longbow reforms in his hand, and he flies away.
*LEVEL 7!*
*You can not damage anything for the next 7 days*
*I just can't make attacks, use damaging abilities, or cast damaging spells. I think that might leave some avenues open. This is through Hateful Curse, right?*
Rudy Giuliani stands over the spot where Hettie died. He looks concerned. He puts his longbow down to rest on the ground; it makes a metallic clattering sound as it falls from his hand. A dollar bill floats down on a gentle breeze into Rudy’s now-open grasp. The hand clenches instinctively, crushing Washington’s face. Then another bill, a five this time. Then a ten, a twenty, and then a $100 dollar bill, all flitting towards Rudy like moths drawn to a flame. A fitting metaphor, perhaps. Rudy Giuliani’s eyes are, indeed, aflame.
As his retinas smolder, the trickle of money becomes a small stream, then a large one, then a deluge. Mr. G is buried in an ever-growing pile of green inked cotton-linen-blend paper. He makes no sound, simply glaring at his empty surroundings as the bills obstruct his vision more and more. In a minute or so, the money envelopes the former mayor of New York completely. Then letters start falling. Mail from constituents, invitations to galas and charity events, well-wishes, and some increasingly vitriolic letters from the IRS. As these last envelopes reach the money pile, the whole thing begins to burn. The fire is quick and indiscriminate. Soon the papers are gone, and only a pile of ashes remain. Rudy Giuliani stands in the center of this pile, slightly singed. The fire in his eyes has been put out.
He scoops up a pile of what was formerly a fortune, and starts to chew. “Truth isn’t truth, morons. I’m just a small man in search of a balcony, and I think I’ve found one.”
A longbow reforms in his hand, and he flies away.
*LEVEL 7!*
*You can not damage anything for the next 7 days*
*I just can't make attacks, use damaging abilities, or cast damaging spells. I think that might leave some avenues open. This is through Hateful Curse, right?*
Rudy Giuliani stands over the spot where Hettie died. He looks concerned. He puts his longbow down to rest on the ground; it makes a metallic clattering sound as it falls from his hand. A dollar bill floats down on a gentle breeze into Rudy’s now-open grasp. The hand clenches instinctively, crushing Washington’s face. Then another bill, a five this time. Then a ten, a twenty, and then a $100 dollar bill, all flitting towards Rudy like moths drawn to a flame. A fitting metaphor, perhaps. Rudy Giuliani’s eyes are, indeed, aflame.
As his retinas smolder, the trickle of money becomes a small stream, then a large one, then a deluge. Mr. G is buried in an ever-growing pile of green inked cotton-linen-blend paper. He makes no sound, simply glaring at his empty surroundings as the bills obstruct his vision more and more. In a minute or so, the money envelopes the former mayor of New York completely. Then letters start falling. Mail from constituents, invitations to galas and charity events, well-wishes, and some increasingly vitriolic letters from the IRS. As these last envelopes reach the money pile, the whole thing begins to burn. The fire is quick and indiscriminate. Soon the papers are gone, and only a pile of ashes remain. Rudy Giuliani stands in the center of this pile, slightly singed. The fire in his eyes has been put out.
He scoops up a pile of what was formerly a fortune, and starts to chew. “Truth isn’t truth, morons. I’m just a small man in search of a balcony, and I think I’ve found one.”
A longbow reforms in his hand, and he flies away.
*LEVEL 7!*
*You can not damage anything for the next 7 days*
*I just can't make attacks, use damaging abilities, or cast damaging spells. I think that might leave some avenues open. This is through Hateful Curse, right?*
*yes, now hettie can kill you *
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"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO. The best name for the mad gibber
Rudy Giuliani stands over the spot where Hettie died. He looks concerned. He puts his longbow down to rest on the ground; it makes a metallic clattering sound as it falls from his hand. A dollar bill floats down on a gentle breeze into Rudy’s now-open grasp. The hand clenches instinctively, crushing Washington’s face. Then another bill, a five this time. Then a ten, a twenty, and then a $100 dollar bill, all flitting towards Rudy like moths drawn to a flame. A fitting metaphor, perhaps. Rudy Giuliani’s eyes are, indeed, aflame.
As his retinas smolder, the trickle of money becomes a small stream, then a large one, then a deluge. Mr. G is buried in an ever-growing pile of green inked cotton-linen-blend paper. He makes no sound, simply glaring at his empty surroundings as the bills obstruct his vision more and more. In a minute or so, the money envelopes the former mayor of New York completely. Then letters start falling. Mail from constituents, invitations to galas and charity events, well-wishes, and some increasingly vitriolic letters from the IRS. As these last envelopes reach the money pile, the whole thing begins to burn. The fire is quick and indiscriminate. Soon the papers are gone, and only a pile of ashes remain. Rudy Giuliani stands in the center of this pile, slightly singed. The fire in his eyes has been put out.
He scoops up a pile of what was formerly a fortune, and starts to chew. “Truth isn’t truth, morons. I’m just a small man in search of a balcony, and I think I’ve found one.”
A longbow reforms in his hand, and he flies away.
*LEVEL 7!*
*You can not damage anything for the next 7 days*
*I just can't make attacks, use damaging abilities, or cast damaging spells. I think that might leave some avenues open. This is through Hateful Curse, right?*
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO. The best name for the mad gibber
*I really don't get the need to make ridiculously overpowered characters. Like, it's just a game, it's about fun and creating a story, not murdering everything on sight.*
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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)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!
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*Can I have some character ideas? (don't want to RP, just want some ideas)*
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread
part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
The best name for the mad gibber
*Uh, sure. What sort of ideas?*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*im thinking about making a character, just a normal human like*
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread
part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
The best name for the mad gibber
“That rather depends on the situation, which has yet been explained. Who is the wolf, preying upon the flock, and who is the shepherd, trying to protect it?” He then lifts one of his hands and gestures to the Wall of Force in the distance. “I suppose that too is involved?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*bard who sold their soul for musical ability*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*a spell caster?*
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread
part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
The best name for the mad gibber
*HI CORO!!*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
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)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!
Rudy Giuliani stands over the spot where Hettie died. He looks concerned. He puts his longbow down to rest on the ground; it makes a metallic clattering sound as it falls from his hand. A dollar bill floats down on a gentle breeze into Rudy’s now-open grasp. The hand clenches instinctively, crushing Washington’s face. Then another bill, a five this time. Then a ten, a twenty, and then a $100 dollar bill, all flitting towards Rudy like moths drawn to a flame. A fitting metaphor, perhaps. Rudy Giuliani’s eyes are, indeed, aflame.
As his retinas smolder, the trickle of money becomes a small stream, then a large one, then a deluge. Mr. G is buried in an ever-growing pile of green inked cotton-linen-blend paper. He makes no sound, simply glaring at his empty surroundings as the bills obstruct his vision more and more. In a minute or so, the money envelopes the former mayor of New York completely. Then letters start falling. Mail from constituents, invitations to galas and charity events, well-wishes, and some increasingly vitriolic letters from the IRS. As these last envelopes reach the money pile, the whole thing begins to burn. The fire is quick and indiscriminate. Soon the papers are gone, and only a pile of ashes remain. Rudy Giuliani stands in the center of this pile, slightly singed. The fire in his eyes has been put out.
He scoops up a pile of what was formerly a fortune, and starts to chew. “Truth isn’t truth, morons. I’m just a small man in search of a balcony, and I think I’ve found one.”
A longbow reforms in his hand, and he flies away.
*LEVEL 7!*
N/A
*yup hettie was level 7*
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread
part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
The best name for the mad gibber
Correlion dismissively waves a hand. “There is no wolf, and there is no shepherd. I have slain my quarry, and I am satisfied by her death. Umbraveth thought he could kill me while my back was turned - he will be my next target. He has no honor, as you have seen as he fled from me to beg for your assistance. Umbraveth will be cut down.”
— 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
*Does Hettie Lair stay now that she's dead?
What weapon type were you using, Cyno?*
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread
part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
The best name for the mad gibber
*Her lair disappears.*
— 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
*I love killing :)))*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*You can not damage anything for the next 7 days*
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread
part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
The best name for the mad gibber
*I just can't make attacks, use damaging abilities, or cast damaging spells. I think that might leave some avenues open. This is through Hateful Curse, right?*
N/A
*yes, now hettie can kill you *
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread
part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
The best name for the mad gibber
*Perhaps.*
N/A
*Does anybody want to RP with Aven?*
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread
part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
The best name for the mad gibber
*I really don't get the need to make ridiculously overpowered characters. Like, it's just a game, it's about fun and creating a story, not murdering everything on sight.*
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)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!