A huge fortress, clad in black banners, huge skulls, and defensive and threatening spikes, towers above all buildings in the area. Nobody knows how it got there. As far as people know, it just appeared one day. And with it, the army. A large battalion of undead. lead by their vicious leader, Izaak, they conquer large cities, leaving only the stench of death. It is clear to all towns, cities, and villages that if you cross Izaak's path, you have only two options: submit or die.
(Izaak uses the stats of a death knight aspirant)
Throughout the forest, the shadows begin to shift and move, whispering with news about this fortress, eventually reaching the ears of those who reside in the House... A lone woman upon the balcony of the House grins.
"So we have competition... Hmm. Good. That is very good... Galvon. Send the owls. It's time to greet our new neighbors..."
As the owls approach the fortress, they spot a tall humanoid figure, clad in armor. Talking to him are two cloaked figures, their faces not visible. Below them, the army men are organizing themselves into battalions of 10.
Five owls break away, diving towards them, with an envelope in their talons.
One of the cloaked figures looks over to the owls. A green spectral mage hand appears, reaching for the letter. The hand takes it.
The owls fly back up towards the rest of the flock, circling above the fortress.
The letter says...
"We humbly invite you over to the House of Night for a meeting with one Mistra Nightkeeper. Do you accept this invitation?"
There is a small dotted line, with the word 'Yes' already filled in.
"If so, the Messenger Owl will retake this message. Just know, if you don't show up, we will take that as a sign of aggression.'
"Sincerely,'
"The Good Folks at the House of Night."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
One of Auntie Calliope’s eight flocks of gulls is flying through the land, far away from their home at Keelbreaker Cove, scouting out the land. They soar nearly 2,000 ft. High, watching the going-ons below them, gathering information for their master in the sea.
The group of gulls sees, over the depths of the forest, a most peculiar and strange House...
They dive down closer, about 800 ft. High now, observing the house from that distance.
The birds notice that the closer they get to the House, the darker it seems to become...
They stay at 800 ft., trying to see if they can glean any information about the house from that height.
perception: 24
The House is a large mansion, cloaked in shadow. There are various balconies and windows jutting out from the walls, and the building itself is intricately decorated, with stunning stained glass windows and such. The surrounding environment seems strange, as if not used to the House's presence.
They fly down to 400 ft., trying to find any trace of inhabitance or life.
The House is empty... quiet. Seemingly nothing occupies it...
Seeing no living creatures, one of the gulls, who was carrying a severed fish head, drops it on the grass nearby before the entire flock flies away, back to their altitude of 2,000 ft.
A shadow of a nearby tree stretches out, gexamining the fish head, before moving back to it's position.
The fish head itself seems to be a normal fish head- except for the fact that it’s eyes twitch and move slightly.
A cat walks out of the house, picking it up, before returning inside.
It twitches slightly in it’s grasp, but otherwise is still.
(for your knowledge, Auntie Calliope Keelbreaker can create minor hag eyes (that don’t harm her upon their destruction) out of fish, shark, and dolphin heads. This is one of her many hag eyes.)
Inside the House of Night is pitch black, an almost suffocating darkness.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
A huge fortress, clad in black banners, huge skulls, and defensive and threatening spikes, towers above all buildings in the area. Nobody knows how it got there. As far as people know, it just appeared one day. And with it, the army. A large battalion of undead. lead by their vicious leader, Izaak, they conquer large cities, leaving only the stench of death. It is clear to all towns, cities, and villages that if you cross Izaak's path, you have only two options: submit or die.
(Izaak uses the stats of a death knight aspirant)
Throughout the forest, the shadows begin to shift and move, whispering with news about this fortress, eventually reaching the ears of those who reside in the House... A lone woman upon the balcony of the House grins.
"So we have competition... Hmm. Good. That is very good... Galvon. Send the owls. It's time to greet our new neighbors..."
As the owls approach the fortress, they spot a tall humanoid figure, clad in armor. Talking to him are two cloaked figures, their faces not visible. Below them, the army men are organizing themselves into battalions of 10.
Five owls break away, diving towards them, with an envelope in their talons.
One of the cloaked figures looks over to the owls. A green spectral mage hand appears, reaching for the letter. The hand takes it.
The owls fly back up towards the rest of the flock, circling above the fortress.
The letter says...
"We humbly invite you over to the House of Night for a meeting with one Mistra Nightkeeper. Do you accept this invitation?"
There is a small dotted line, with the word 'Yes' already filled in.
"If so, the Messenger Owl will retake this message. Just know, if you don't show up, we will take that as a sign of aggression.'
"Sincerely,'
"The Good Folks at the House of Night."
"Hmm... House of night, ehh? Maybe I will go. With my bodyguards, of course." He hands the scroll back to the owl, and then turns to get his guards.
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
*Hey, I would like to join this, I already have dungeon planned, TOMB OF ANNIHILATION!*
*Okay, just describe your dungeon and your character.*
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
A huge fortress, clad in black banners, huge skulls, and defensive and threatening spikes, towers above all buildings in the area. Nobody knows how it got there. As far as people know, it just appeared one day. And with it, the army. A large battalion of undead. lead by their vicious leader, Izaak, they conquer large cities, leaving only the stench of death. It is clear to all towns, cities, and villages that if you cross Izaak's path, you have only two options: submit or die.
(Izaak uses the stats of a death knight aspirant)
Throughout the forest, the shadows begin to shift and move, whispering with news about this fortress, eventually reaching the ears of those who reside in the House... A lone woman upon the balcony of the House grins.
"So we have competition... Hmm. Good. That is very good... Galvon. Send the owls. It's time to greet our new neighbors..."
As the owls approach the fortress, they spot a tall humanoid figure, clad in armor. Talking to him are two cloaked figures, their faces not visible. Below them, the army men are organizing themselves into battalions of 10.
Five owls break away, diving towards them, with an envelope in their talons.
One of the cloaked figures looks over to the owls. A green spectral mage hand appears, reaching for the letter. The hand takes it.
The owls fly back up towards the rest of the flock, circling above the fortress.
The letter says...
"We humbly invite you over to the House of Night for a meeting with one Mistra Nightkeeper. Do you accept this invitation?"
There is a small dotted line, with the word 'Yes' already filled in.
"If so, the Messenger Owl will retake this message. Just know, if you don't show up, we will take that as a sign of aggression.'
"Sincerely,'
"The Good Folks at the House of Night."
"Hmm... House of night, ehh? Maybe I will go. With my bodyguards, of course." He hands the scroll back to the owl, and then turns to get his guards.
The owls continue circling above.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Constructed of Marble, a large temple rests atop a snowy mountain, a bone-chilling aura leaks from the gateway. As far as anyone is aware it has always been there. A dark tinted glass dome on the top lets the illumination of the stars light up the temple. very few have entered, but the ones who have are said to have been devoured by the beasts belonging to the Oracle titled Celest. This is the temple of the stars.
Constructed of Marble, a large temple rests atop a snowy mountain, a bone-chilling aura leaks from the gateway. As far as anyone is aware it has always been there. A dark tinted glass dome on the top lets the illumination of the stars light up the temple. very few have entered, but the ones who have are said to have been devoured by the beasts belonging to the Oracle titled Celest. This is the temple of the stars.
(Celest uses the stat block of a Cyclops Oracle)
A lone cat stalks the heights of the mountain, trudging it's way through the snow, towards the Temple of the Stars.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Constructed of Marble, a large temple rests atop a snowy mountain, a bone-chilling aura leaks from the gateway. As far as anyone is aware it has always been there. A dark tinted glass dome on the top lets the illumination of the stars light up the temple. very few have entered, but the ones who have are said to have been devoured by the beasts belonging to the Oracle titled Celest. This is the temple of the stars.
(Celest uses the stat block of a Cyclops Oracle)
A lone cat stalks the heights of the mountain, trudging it's way through the snow, towards the Temple of the Stars.
All the cat sees is a dark abyss, leaving a cold dead feeling
He groans. “This was supposed to be just a simple assassination assignment! But then I got sidetracked by your stupid lair!”
“Assassinate? Who?” She seems intrigued.
“Nobody!”
“Liar… you have one more chance, my dear.”
“I am an assassin, trained to keep my mouth shut in the worst situations. What makes you think that you can get me to cough up the information?”
“Torture.” She says simply. Still holding onto him, she snaps her fingers, a sound that echoes across the cove, and suddenly, he can no longer breathe underwater. He can hold his breath for a number of minutes equal to his constitution modifier (minimum 30 seconds) and then will start suffocating, dropping to 0 hitpoints after a number of rounds equal to his constitution modifier (minimum 1.)
“Ack! Ack! Fine!” He tries to say.
*Ethan is the most loose lipped assassin in the whole world.*
She does the same tugging motion, and suddenly he can breathe again. She smiles.
“H-have you heard of Aletto, the Tiger of the Hunt?”
She tilts her head in curiosity. “I have not… is that your target, or your master?”
“My master.”
“I See… and who were you sent to kill?”
“I really shouldn’t be talking…”
She snaps her fingers again, as the air violently leaves his lungs.
“Ack! Fine! I wasn’t told much about my target, but they are a white tiger who is incredibly strong.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
To the north, a large white tiger is running across the tundra, wearing armor made out of pure ice. He is on a mission. A mission to find a lair and build his empire.
To the south in the jungles appears a large structure, a temple, dedicated to Aletto, Tiger Spirit of Hunting.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Constructed of Marble, a large temple rests atop a snowy mountain, a bone-chilling aura leaks from the gateway. As far as anyone is aware it has always been there. A dark tinted glass dome on the top lets the illumination of the stars light up the temple. very few have entered, but the ones who have are said to have been devoured by the beasts belonging to the Oracle titled Celest. This is the temple of the stars.
(Celest uses the stat block of a Cyclops Oracle)
A lone cat stalks the heights of the mountain, trudging it's way through the snow, towards the Temple of the Stars.
All the cat sees is a dark abyss, leaving a cold dead feeling
The cat shivers, pressing onwards.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
To the south in the jungles appears a large structure, a temple, dedicated to Aletto, Tiger Spirit of Hunting.
A flock of owls flies towards it.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
To the south in the jungles appears a large structure, a temple, dedicated to Aletto, Tiger Spirit of Hunting.
A flock of owls flies towards it.
A large tiger stands in front of it, flanked by a man and woman with spears.
The owls land, about ten or so. One owl hops forwards, a letter in it's beak,
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Constructed of Marble, a large temple rests atop a snowy mountain, a bone-chilling aura leaks from the gateway. As far as anyone is aware it has always been there. A dark tinted glass dome on the top lets the illumination of the stars light up the temple. very few have entered, but the ones who have are said to have been devoured by the beasts belonging to the Oracle titled Celest. This is the temple of the stars.
(Celest uses the stat block of a Cyclops Oracle)
A lone cat stalks the heights of the mountain, trudging it's way through the snow, towards the Temple of the Stars.
All the cat sees is a dark abyss, leaving a cold dead feeling
The cat shivers, pressing onwards.
The cat is met at the entrance by a sphinx of wonder, a not angry but serious look in it's eyes
Constructed of Marble, a large temple rests atop a snowy mountain, a bone-chilling aura leaks from the gateway. As far as anyone is aware it has always been there. A dark tinted glass dome on the top lets the illumination of the stars light up the temple. very few have entered, but the ones who have are said to have been devoured by the beasts belonging to the Oracle titled Celest. This is the temple of the stars.
(Celest uses the stat block of a Cyclops Oracle)
A lone cat stalks the heights of the mountain, trudging it's way through the snow, towards the Temple of the Stars.
All the cat sees is a dark abyss, leaving a cold dead feeling
The cat shivers, pressing onwards.
The cat is met at the entrance by a sphinx of wonder, a not angry but serious look in it's eyes
The cat mewls, presenting it's collar out.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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The owls fly back up towards the rest of the flock, circling above the fortress.
The letter says...
"We humbly invite you over to the House of Night for a meeting with one Mistra Nightkeeper. Do you accept this invitation?"
There is a small dotted line, with the word 'Yes' already filled in.
"If so, the Messenger Owl will retake this message. Just know, if you don't show up, we will take that as a sign of aggression.'
"Sincerely,'
"The Good Folks at the House of Night."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Inside the House of Night is pitch black, an almost suffocating darkness.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"Hmm... House of night, ehh? Maybe I will go. With my bodyguards, of course." He hands the scroll back to the owl, and then turns to get his guards.
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
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PM "Avocado" to Pug_With_Big_Weapons for a prize.
Don't touch the Jar
*Hey, I would like to join this, I already have dungeon planned, TOMB OF ANNIHILATION!*
I like dice!
*yay! More people :>*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Okay, just describe your dungeon and your character.*
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
.-. .- -. -.. --- -- / -- --- .-. ... . / -.-. --- -.. . .-.-.-
PM "Avocado" to Pug_With_Big_Weapons for a prize.
Don't touch the Jar
The owls continue circling above.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Constructed of Marble, a large temple rests atop a snowy mountain, a bone-chilling aura leaks from the gateway. As far as anyone is aware it has always been there. A dark tinted glass dome on the top lets the illumination of the stars light up the temple. very few have entered, but the ones who have are said to have been devoured by the beasts belonging to the Oracle titled Celest. This is the temple of the stars.
(Celest uses the stat block of a Cyclops Oracle)
I like dice!
A lone cat stalks the heights of the mountain, trudging it's way through the snow, towards the Temple of the Stars.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
All the cat sees is a dark abyss, leaving a cold dead feeling
I like dice!
“Ack! Fine! I wasn’t told much about my target, but they are a white tiger who is incredibly strong.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
To the north, a large white tiger is running across the tundra, wearing armor made out of pure ice. He is on a mission. A mission to find a lair and build his empire.
To the south in the jungles appears a large structure, a temple, dedicated to Aletto, Tiger Spirit of Hunting.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
The cat shivers, pressing onwards.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
A flock of owls flies towards it.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
A large tiger stands in front of it, flanked by a man and woman with spears.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
The owls land, about ten or so. One owl hops forwards, a letter in it's beak,
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*Oh cool! I saw that death house was already takenxao I’ll just go with Strahds castle.*
The tiger pounces on the owl.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
The cat is met at the entrance by a sphinx of wonder, a not angry but serious look in it's eyes
I like dice!
The cat mewls, presenting it's collar out.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.