*But the class I'm using is literally named "Witch," and I can't just ignore the lore of this setting*
*Perhaps I could say they're a "Hexer" or something like that instead?*
*The concept of the class is that you have a curse so potent that you can draw magic from it, and your subclass is how you apply said curse. It's a debuff-centric full-caster by Mage Hand Press.*
*You don't have to, maybe they gain magic from another source?*
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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.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*But the class I'm using is literally named "Witch," and I can't just ignore the lore of this setting*
*Perhaps I could say they're a "Hexer" or something like that instead?*
*The concept of the class is that you have a curse so potent that you can draw magic from it, and your subclass is how you apply said curse. It's a debuff-centric full-caster by Mage Hand Press.*
*You don't have to, maybe they gain magic from another source?*
*Historically, witchcraft was basically a mix of Wizard, Warlock, and Druid, with a little bit of Artificer sometimes woven in. Basically, generalist occultists and natural scientists, but they were women so clearly they need to be burned at the stake. They didn't even have to practice magic to be deemed a witch, really.* *That has nothing to do with the conversation, I just thought it was cool and we're talking about the subject.*
*I really like the "drawing power from a curse" idea. The idea that this character didn't choose their magic, rather they had to wield it lest it creep out on its own. Monstergarden has his(?) own version of witches that I really enjoy, which is kind of similar, where their powers are unique and concept-based.*
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
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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.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Sage is sitting down in the tavern, preparing to order some dessert.
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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!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
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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.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
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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.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
"... (GP) you."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
"... (GP) you."
“Indeed. Now, I don’t work for the Vampire King. I work for someone far more dangerous. So tell me who sent you.”
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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.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
"... (GP) you."
“Indeed. Now, I don’t work for the Vampire King. I work for someone far more dangerous. So tell me who sent you.”
"What do you (GP)ing mean, who sent me?! I wasn't sent by nobody!"
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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.
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
"... (GP) you."
“Indeed. Now, I don’t work for the Vampire King. I work for someone far more dangerous. So tell me who sent you.”
"What do you (GP)ing mean, who sent me?! I wasn't sent by nobody!"
“Who is your master?”
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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.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
"... (GP) you."
“Indeed. Now, I don’t work for the Vampire King. I work for someone far more dangerous. So tell me who sent you.”
"What do you (GP)ing mean, who sent me?! I wasn't sent by nobody!"
“Who is your master?”
"... Oh... the Teacher... Hah... the Teacher..."
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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.
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
"... (GP) you."
“Indeed. Now, I don’t work for the Vampire King. I work for someone far more dangerous. So tell me who sent you.”
"What do you (GP)ing mean, who sent me?! I wasn't sent by nobody!"
“Who is your master?”
"... Oh... the Teacher... Hah... the Teacher..."
“Tell me more.”
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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.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
"... (GP) you."
“Indeed. Now, I don’t work for the Vampire King. I work for someone far more dangerous. So tell me who sent you.”
"What do you (GP)ing mean, who sent me?! I wasn't sent by nobody!"
“Who is your master?”
"... Oh... the Teacher... Hah... the Teacher..."
“Tell me more.”
"... About what...? I mean, all the Teacher does is Teach... you should join it's lessons, someday... yeah..."
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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.
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
"... (GP) you."
“Indeed. Now, I don’t work for the Vampire King. I work for someone far more dangerous. So tell me who sent you.”
"What do you (GP)ing mean, who sent me?! I wasn't sent by nobody!"
“Who is your master?”
"... Oh... the Teacher... Hah... the Teacher..."
“Tell me more.”
"... About what...? I mean, all the Teacher does is Teach... you should join it's lessons, someday... yeah..."
She clenches her fist. “By Paustra… Ugh. I’ll ask my own master.”
*Paustra is another name for God in this world which you would absolutely know.*
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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.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
"... (GP) you."
“Indeed. Now, I don’t work for the Vampire King. I work for someone far more dangerous. So tell me who sent you.”
"What do you (GP)ing mean, who sent me?! I wasn't sent by nobody!"
“Who is your master?”
"... Oh... the Teacher... Hah... the Teacher..."
“Tell me more.”
"... About what...? I mean, all the Teacher does is Teach... you should join it's lessons, someday... yeah..."
She clenches her fist. “By Paustra… Ugh. I’ll ask my own master.”
*Paustra is another name for God in this world which you would absolutely know.*
"Hah! And who's your master..."
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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.
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
"... (GP) you."
“Indeed. Now, I don’t work for the Vampire King. I work for someone far more dangerous. So tell me who sent you.”
"What do you (GP)ing mean, who sent me?! I wasn't sent by nobody!"
“Who is your master?”
"... Oh... the Teacher... Hah... the Teacher..."
“Tell me more.”
"... About what...? I mean, all the Teacher does is Teach... you should join it's lessons, someday... yeah..."
She clenches her fist. “By Paustra… Ugh. I’ll ask my own master.”
*Paustra is another name for God in this world which you would absolutely know.*
"Hah! And who's your master..."
“Someone stronger.”
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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.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
"Alright. One pumpkin pie, two Werewolf Beer, add some camade to one!" She calls to the bartender.
*Medicine check.*
*Oh God*
10 + 1
*GP*
Deception: 16
Something flickers to the back of your mind as you hear the word camade, but she says it so casually and the bartender serves it up so quickly that you don't have a chance to think any more about it. Before long, you have a pumpkin pie and two drinks sitting in front of you.
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
"... (GP) you."
“Indeed. Now, I don’t work for the Vampire King. I work for someone far more dangerous. So tell me who sent you.”
"What do you (GP)ing mean, who sent me?! I wasn't sent by nobody!"
“Who is your master?”
"... Oh... the Teacher... Hah... the Teacher..."
“Tell me more.”
"... About what...? I mean, all the Teacher does is Teach... you should join it's lessons, someday... yeah..."
She clenches her fist. “By Paustra… Ugh. I’ll ask my own master.”
*Paustra is another name for God in this world which you would absolutely know.*
"Hah! And who's your master..."
“Someone stronger.”
"Well, that's not all that descriptive... who is it...?"
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*You don't have to, maybe they gain magic from another source?*
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*Historically, witchcraft was basically a mix of Wizard, Warlock, and Druid, with a little bit of Artificer sometimes woven in. Basically, generalist occultists and natural scientists, but they were women so clearly they need to be burned at the stake. They didn't even have to practice magic to be deemed a witch, really.*
*That has nothing to do with the conversation, I just thought it was cool and we're talking about the subject.*
*I really like the "drawing power from a curse" idea. The idea that this character didn't choose their magic, rather they had to wield it lest it creep out on its own. Monstergarden has his(?) own version of witches that I really enjoy, which is kind of similar, where their powers are unique and concept-based.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Curious, she takes a slice of the pie.
"So. Who are you?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
“The name’s Arya Avvel. I’m from Tyvern, also a vampire. Got hired by the Vampire King to do something… but I don’t particularly like him so I’m not gonna.”
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"... Interesting. What was it you were hired to do...?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
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!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
“Kill you. I’m an assassin. But I’m not going to do that, of course, I’m warning you. However… I would like a little in exchange.”
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"Well, if the Vampire King wants me dead... When you report back to him, tell him these two things: One, a few of my old friends are back in town. If he's not sure who, tell him it's the Archmage of Chaos. Two, poison doesn't work on fey. We can only be killed by silver."
She then proceeds to take a long drink.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
“It’s not poison. Heavy, hard alcohol. Enough to get even a fae drunk as (GP). And if that doesn’t work… I’m willing to go to other methods.”
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"... (GP) you."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
“Indeed. Now, I don’t work for the Vampire King. I work for someone far more dangerous. So tell me who sent you.”
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"What do you (GP)ing mean, who sent me?! I wasn't sent by nobody!"
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.
“Who is your master?”
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"... Oh... the Teacher... Hah... the Teacher..."
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.
“Tell me more.”
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"... About what...? I mean, all the Teacher does is Teach... you should join it's lessons, someday... yeah..."
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.
She clenches her fist. “By Paustra… Ugh. I’ll ask my own master.”
*Paustra is another name for God in this world which you would absolutely know.*
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"Hah! And who's your master..."
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.
“Someone stronger.”
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"Well, that's not all that descriptive... who is 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.