The Conferencier is at the balcony of it’s cabaret… it senses something approaching, even from afar… will they make it in time, or Will Giratina be felled before then?
You hear the smooth hiss of a serpent's scales sliding across the balcony. A long but slender snake with pale green scales and bright eyes is coiled around the poles of the balcony and watching you. "What shows run at this vicious cabaret?"
The Conferencier turns to face the snake, smiling in delight. “Willkommen! We have a lot of entertainment… a brutal warrior king turned sword swallower, a ruthless assassin made of shadows who is now an acrobat… fallen angels? I believe there are four.”
Ravarus, now a 4th level being, has continued to change. The large bud on his back has opened to take on the shape of a blooming blood red rose whose petals fade to pure white at their tips. At the center of the rose a tree sapling has sprouted, its trunk pure black with flakes of gold throughout the bark and leaves as blood red as the rose the sapling emerged from. The beast's antler-like horns has also sprouted the same type of leaves at it's tips. The large hand tails have become more root like, with sharp thorns running along their surfaces. Ravarus's body is no longer starved looking, as the six limbs of the creature have become powerful and muscular, allowing the beast to properly walk and run instead of simply lumbering around. This has caused to animalistic being to become even more dangerous.
A red, completely and totally red, bat-headed giant sits upon some nearby ruins. His empty black eyes watch you with interest, and he holds a fistful of bones in one of his hands. The bones slip one by one, from between his fingers.
Ravarus is searching for things to consume as always, getting closer to the ruins as he does so.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Mushisama motions a sigh. “You wanted a signal, did you not?” Without moving, the Shamblind Mound registers the sudden sound and sends a vine to grab at the source (10, 5 bludgeoning + 3 lightning)
initiative Shambling Mound 3 Mushisama 20
*I’ve got to go for a few hours, but I will continue this*
11 Malrick surges forwards. Attack: 24 Damage: 37
The Mound shrieks in its movement when his attack hits, chopping and ripping off multiple vines at once. Mushisama raises an arm and tries to slam on the vine that tried to attack him. (27, 28 bludgeoning + 4 acid) *I’m counting that as the top of the order*
*since it seems I made this fight too easy, and because there is currently a more important one, do you want to end it, Ash?*
*Its no problem* Malrick makes another attack Attack: 28 Damage: 34 The shambling mound is now frighted of Malrick.*
The Shambling Mound, its animalistic instincts kicking in, begins to attempt to run away, but provokes an opportunity attack from Mushisama by doing so. He raises a fist, which grows with many insectoid crawling to it, and it comes crashing down (12, 17 bludgeoning + 6 acid)
*If that strike is successful, it instantly kills and Mushisama's insects, before the being has fully registered death, begins devouring it, each creature forming his body getting a piece of the beast's floratic form.*
The Conferencier is at the balcony of it’s cabaret… it senses something approaching, even from afar… will they make it in time, or Will Giratina be felled before then?
You hear the smooth hiss of a serpent's scales sliding across the balcony. A long but slender snake with pale green scales and bright eyes is coiled around the poles of the balcony and watching you. "What shows run at this vicious cabaret?"
The Conferencier turns to face the snake, smiling in delight. “Willkommen! We have a lot of entertainment… a brutal warrior king turned sword swallower, a ruthless assassin made of shadows who is now an acrobat… fallen angels? I believe there are four.”
"A truly fantastic repertoire. Tell me, where do find such acts?"
Mushisama motions a sigh. “You wanted a signal, did you not?” Without moving, the Shamblind Mound registers the sudden sound and sends a vine to grab at the source (10, 5 bludgeoning + 3 lightning)
initiative Shambling Mound 3 Mushisama 20
*I’ve got to go for a few hours, but I will continue this*
11 Malrick surges forwards. Attack: 24 Damage: 37
The Mound shrieks in its movement when his attack hits, chopping and ripping off multiple vines at once. Mushisama raises an arm and tries to slam on the vine that tried to attack him. (27, 28 bludgeoning + 4 acid) *I’m counting that as the top of the order*
*since it seems I made this fight too easy, and because there is currently a more important one, do you want to end it, Ash?*
*Its no problem* Malrick makes another attack Attack: 28 Damage: 34 The shambling mound is now frighted of Malrick.*
The Shambling Mound, its animalistic instincts kicking in, begins to attempt to run away, but provokes an opportunity attack from Mushisama by doing so. He raises a fist, which grows with many insectoid crawling to it, and it comes crashing down (12, 17 bludgeoning + 6 acid)
*If that strike is successful, it instantly kills and Mushisama's insects, before the being has fully registered death, begins devouring it, each creature forming his body getting a piece of the beast's floratic form.*
*that did not hit, so this is Mushisama's turn roll* 20
Mushisama motions a sigh. “You wanted a signal, did you not?” Without moving, the Shamblind Mound registers the sudden sound and sends a vine to grab at the source (10, 5 bludgeoning + 3 lightning)
initiative Shambling Mound 3 Mushisama 20
*I’ve got to go for a few hours, but I will continue this*
11 Malrick surges forwards. Attack: 24 Damage: 37
The Mound shrieks in its movement when his attack hits, chopping and ripping off multiple vines at once. Mushisama raises an arm and tries to slam on the vine that tried to attack him. (27, 28 bludgeoning + 4 acid) *I’m counting that as the top of the order*
*since it seems I made this fight too easy, and because there is currently a more important one, do you want to end it, Ash?*
*Its no problem* Malrick makes another attack Attack: 28 Damage: 34 The shambling mound is now frighted of Malrick.*
The Shambling Mound, its animalistic instincts kicking in, begins to attempt to run away, but provokes an opportunity attack from Mushisama by doing so. He raises a fist, which grows with many insectoid crawling to it, and it comes crashing down (12, 17 bludgeoning + 6 acid)
*If that strike is successful, it instantly kills and Mushisama's insects, before the being has fully registered death, begins devouring it, each creature forming his body getting a piece of the beast's floratic form.*
*that did not hit, so this is Mushisama's turn roll* 15
A red, completely and totally red, bat-headed giant sits upon some nearby ruins. His empty black eyes watch you with interest, and he holds a fistful of bones in one of his hands. The bones slip one by one, from between his fingers.
Ravarus is searching for things to consume as always, getting closer to the ruins as he does so.
Cherovni plucks something out of his pocket. Or rather, someone. A withered old man. A witch with a matted beard that clings to his face like a dead animal. This man is the sort that sold that which is infinitely valuable, his soul, for something of fleeting fortune, power. His bargaining has caused him to wind up in this pit and in the hands of the merciless vampire god who is now offering a meal to the Wandering Ruin.
Mushisama motions a sigh. “You wanted a signal, did you not?” Without moving, the Shamblind Mound registers the sudden sound and sends a vine to grab at the source (10, 5 bludgeoning + 3 lightning)
initiative Shambling Mound 3 Mushisama 20
*I’ve got to go for a few hours, but I will continue this*
11 Malrick surges forwards. Attack: 24 Damage: 37
The Mound shrieks in its movement when his attack hits, chopping and ripping off multiple vines at once. Mushisama raises an arm and tries to slam on the vine that tried to attack him. (27, 28 bludgeoning + 4 acid) *I’m counting that as the top of the order*
*since it seems I made this fight too easy, and because there is currently a more important one, do you want to end it, Ash?*
*Its no problem* Malrick makes another attack Attack: 28 Damage: 34 The shambling mound is now frighted of Malrick.*
The Shambling Mound, its animalistic instincts kicking in, begins to attempt to run away, but provokes an opportunity attack from Mushisama by doing so. He raises a fist, which grows with many insectoid crawling to it, and it comes crashing down (12, 17 bludgeoning + 6 acid)
*If that strike is successful, it instantly kills and Mushisama's insects, before the being has fully registered death, begins devouring it, each creature forming his body getting a piece of the beast's floratic form.*
*that did not hit, so this is Mushisama's turn roll* 15
*that hit and Mushisama begins eating*
Malrick looks down at the fallen beast. "Well, I can't say I've ever done that before. It was nice hunting with you Mushisama.
The Conferencier is at the balcony of it’s cabaret… it senses something approaching, even from afar… will they make it in time, or Will Giratina be felled before then?
You hear the smooth hiss of a serpent's scales sliding across the balcony. A long but slender snake with pale green scales and bright eyes is coiled around the poles of the balcony and watching you. "What shows run at this vicious cabaret?"
The Conferencier turns to face the snake, smiling in delight. “Willkommen! We have a lot of entertainment… a brutal warrior king turned sword swallower, a ruthless assassin made of shadows who is now an acrobat… fallen angels? I believe there are four.”
"A truly fantastic repertoire. Tell me, where do find such acts?"
He chuckles. “The lost, rejected, weak, and broken of this realm flock to my establishment- we get quite a few interesting people.”
A red, completely and totally red, bat-headed giant sits upon some nearby ruins. His empty black eyes watch you with interest, and he holds a fistful of bones in one of his hands. The bones slip one by one, from between his fingers.
Ravarus is searching for things to consume as always, getting closer to the ruins as he does so.
Cherovni plucks something out of his pocket. Or rather, someone. A withered old man. A witch with a matted beard that clings to his face like a dead animal. This man is the sort that sold that which is infinitely valuable, his soul, for something of fleeting fortune, power. His bargaining has caused him to wind up in this pit and in the hands of the merciless vampire god who is now offering a meal to the Wandering Ruin.
Ravarus would soon notice Cherovni and the old man as he starts approaching.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The Conferencier is at the balcony of it’s cabaret… it senses something approaching, even from afar… will they make it in time, or Will Giratina be felled before then?
You hear the smooth hiss of a serpent's scales sliding across the balcony. A long but slender snake with pale green scales and bright eyes is coiled around the poles of the balcony and watching you. "What shows run at this vicious cabaret?"
The Conferencier turns to face the snake, smiling in delight. “Willkommen! We have a lot of entertainment… a brutal warrior king turned sword swallower, a ruthless assassin made of shadows who is now an acrobat… fallen angels? I believe there are four.”
"A truly fantastic repertoire. Tell me, where do find such acts?"
He chuckles. “The lost, rejected, weak, and broken of this realm flock to my establishment- we get quite a few interesting people.”
He slides a little further along the balustrade. "What stories have they been told? Why do the lost come here of all places? You must make grand promises."
A red, completely and totally red, bat-headed giant sits upon some nearby ruins. His empty black eyes watch you with interest, and he holds a fistful of bones in one of his hands. The bones slip one by one, from between his fingers.
Ravarus is searching for things to consume as always, getting closer to the ruins as he does so.
Cherovni plucks something out of his pocket. Or rather, someone. A withered old man. A witch with a matted beard that clings to his face like a dead animal. This man is the sort that sold that which is infinitely valuable, his soul, for something of fleeting fortune, power. His bargaining has caused him to wind up in this pit and in the hands of the merciless vampire god who is now offering a meal to the Wandering Ruin.
Ravarus would soon notice Cherovni and the old man as he starts approaching.
Cherovni tosses the old man before you. "I can sense when a fellow hungers." The old man struggles to his feet with a whimper.
The Conferencier is at the balcony of it’s cabaret… it senses something approaching, even from afar… will they make it in time, or Will Giratina be felled before then?
You hear the smooth hiss of a serpent's scales sliding across the balcony. A long but slender snake with pale green scales and bright eyes is coiled around the poles of the balcony and watching you. "What shows run at this vicious cabaret?"
The Conferencier turns to face the snake, smiling in delight. “Willkommen! We have a lot of entertainment… a brutal warrior king turned sword swallower, a ruthless assassin made of shadows who is now an acrobat… fallen angels? I believe there are four.”
"A truly fantastic repertoire. Tell me, where do find such acts?"
He chuckles. “The lost, rejected, weak, and broken of this realm flock to my establishment- we get quite a few interesting people.”
He slides a little further along the balustrade. "What stories have they been told? Why do the lost come here of all places? You must make grand promises."
“All I promise is safety. And entertainment. No violence is allowed within my establishment.” He leans back, producing a dagger from a hidden pocket in his clothing, staring at his reflection through it.
A red, completely and totally red, bat-headed giant sits upon some nearby ruins. His empty black eyes watch you with interest, and he holds a fistful of bones in one of his hands. The bones slip one by one, from between his fingers.
Ravarus is searching for things to consume as always, getting closer to the ruins as he does so.
Cherovni plucks something out of his pocket. Or rather, someone. A withered old man. A witch with a matted beard that clings to his face like a dead animal. This man is the sort that sold that which is infinitely valuable, his soul, for something of fleeting fortune, power. His bargaining has caused him to wind up in this pit and in the hands of the merciless vampire god who is now offering a meal to the Wandering Ruin.
Ravarus would soon notice Cherovni and the old man as he starts approaching.
Cherovni tosses the old man before you. "I can sense when a fellow hungers." The old man struggles to his feet with a whimper.
Watching the man for a bit, one of the beast's hand tails goes and grabs the man, before lifting him up and into his ravenous maw.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Mushisama motions a sigh. “You wanted a signal, did you not?” Without moving, the Shamblind Mound registers the sudden sound and sends a vine to grab at the source (10, 5 bludgeoning + 3 lightning)
initiative Shambling Mound 3 Mushisama 20
*I’ve got to go for a few hours, but I will continue this*
11 Malrick surges forwards. Attack: 24 Damage: 37
The Mound shrieks in its movement when his attack hits, chopping and ripping off multiple vines at once. Mushisama raises an arm and tries to slam on the vine that tried to attack him. (27, 28 bludgeoning + 4 acid) *I’m counting that as the top of the order*
*since it seems I made this fight too easy, and because there is currently a more important one, do you want to end it, Ash?*
*Its no problem* Malrick makes another attack Attack: 28 Damage: 34 The shambling mound is now frighted of Malrick.*
The Shambling Mound, its animalistic instincts kicking in, begins to attempt to run away, but provokes an opportunity attack from Mushisama by doing so. He raises a fist, which grows with many insectoid crawling to it, and it comes crashing down (12, 17 bludgeoning + 6 acid)
*If that strike is successful, it instantly kills and Mushisama's insects, before the being has fully registered death, begins devouring it, each creature forming his body getting a piece of the beast's floratic form.*
*that did not hit, so this is Mushisama's turn roll* 15
*that hit and Mushisama begins eating*
Malrick looks down at the fallen beast. "Well, I can't say I've ever done that before. It was nice hunting with you Mushisama.
He rises from the kill, showing vine and plant juice trickling through his mostly solid form, drunk upon by everything within him. "Thank you, former king alrick. This meal was satisfactory, and quite large. I am afraid I will not be able to finish it." He picks it up and puts it over his shoulder, where a colony of ants bite into it to hold it in place and begins his ascent up the cliff. "As chefs from the material would say, no food will go to waste."
The Conferencier is at the balcony of it’s cabaret… it senses something approaching, even from afar… will they make it in time, or Will Giratina be felled before then?
You hear the smooth hiss of a serpent's scales sliding across the balcony. A long but slender snake with pale green scales and bright eyes is coiled around the poles of the balcony and watching you. "What shows run at this vicious cabaret?"
The Conferencier turns to face the snake, smiling in delight. “Willkommen! We have a lot of entertainment… a brutal warrior king turned sword swallower, a ruthless assassin made of shadows who is now an acrobat… fallen angels? I believe there are four.”
"A truly fantastic repertoire. Tell me, where do find such acts?"
He chuckles. “The lost, rejected, weak, and broken of this realm flock to my establishment- we get quite a few interesting people.”
He slides a little further along the balustrade. "What stories have they been told? Why do the lost come here of all places? You must make grand promises."
“All I promise is safety. And entertainment. No violence is allowed within my establishment.” He leans back, producing a dagger from a hidden pocket in his clothing, staring at his reflection through it.
"That is certainly an enticing promise," Whispers the serpent, "But it seems strange to me that the promise maker holds a killing tool."
The Conferencier turns to face the snake, smiling in delight. “Willkommen! We have a lot of entertainment… a brutal warrior king turned sword swallower, a ruthless assassin made of shadows who is now an acrobat… fallen angels? I believe there are four.”
Ravarus is searching for things to consume as always, getting closer to the ruins as he does so.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
The Shambling Mound, its animalistic instincts kicking in, begins to attempt to run away, but provokes an opportunity attack from Mushisama by doing so. He raises a fist, which grows with many insectoid crawling to it, and it comes crashing down (12, 17 bludgeoning + 6 acid)
*If that strike is successful, it instantly kills and Mushisama's insects, before the being has fully registered death, begins devouring it, each creature forming his body getting a piece of the beast's floratic form.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"A truly fantastic repertoire. Tell me, where do find such acts?"
*that did not hit, so this is Mushisama's turn roll* 20
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*that hit and Mushisama begins eating*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
So what should we do, 200 feet x a d20?
Cherovni plucks something out of his pocket. Or rather, someone. A withered old man. A witch with a matted beard that clings to his face like a dead animal. This man is the sort that sold that which is infinitely valuable, his soul, for something of fleeting fortune, power. His bargaining has caused him to wind up in this pit and in the hands of the merciless vampire god who is now offering a meal to the Wandering Ruin.
Malrick looks down at the fallen beast. "Well, I can't say I've ever done that before. It was nice hunting with you Mushisama.
He chuckles. “The lost, rejected, weak, and broken of this realm flock to my establishment- we get quite a few interesting people.”
Ravarus would soon notice Cherovni and the old man as he starts approaching.
"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
He slides a little further along the balustrade. "What stories have they been told? Why do the lost come here of all places? You must make grand promises."
Cherovni tosses the old man before you. "I can sense when a fellow hungers." The old man struggles to his feet with a whimper.
“All I promise is safety. And entertainment. No violence is allowed within my establishment.” He leans back, producing a dagger from a hidden pocket in his clothing, staring at his reflection through it.
Watching the man for a bit, one of the beast's hand tails goes and grabs the man, before lifting him up and into his ravenous maw.
"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
He rises from the kill, showing vine and plant juice trickling through his mostly solid form, drunk upon by everything within him. "Thank you, former king alrick. This meal was satisfactory, and quite large. I am afraid I will not be able to finish it." He picks it up and puts it over his shoulder, where a colony of ants bite into it to hold it in place and begins his ascent up the cliff. "As chefs from the material would say, no food will go to waste."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"That is certainly an enticing promise," Whispers the serpent, "But it seems strange to me that the promise maker holds a killing tool."
*I'll be back in a couple hours.*
The bat-headed vampire giant leans forward with interest, watching the beast before him.
As the man is consumed, the sapling on his back grows ever so slightly.
"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