there is a woman flying above the trees lazily, running a coin across her fingers.
A young boy sits on the ground outside of the tavern, playing with the dirt. He has a freckled face, green eyes, green hair, and a pair of wooden antlers. He waves up at her.
she waves back, doing a barrel roll
He claps his hands twice, and begins to float in the air, a sparkling green mass following him into the air. "Hello!" He calls.
"hello" her voice has a strange accent
"What brings you here?" He asks cheerfully.
"the festival, why else?"
"Ah, the festival. Fun!"
she reads his surface thoughts, trying to determine why he's here
His thoughts are wild, wicked, terrifying. They make no sense. They shouldn't make sense. You hear snippets of laughter, a conversation, the feeling of drinking a mug of cocoa.
"and why are you here?"
*wait.....*
*This is a rp, I don't want my characters thoughts to be read, he's way too powerful for that.*
"I am here for the festival as well, but not just for that-because I want their recipe for cocoa!" He does a backflip in the sky.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
there is a woman flying above the trees lazily, running a coin across her fingers.
A young boy sits on the ground outside of the tavern, playing with the dirt. He has a freckled face, green eyes, green hair, and a pair of wooden antlers. He waves up at her.
she waves back, doing a barrel roll
He claps his hands twice, and begins to float in the air, a sparkling green mass following him into the air. "Hello!" He calls.
"hello" her voice has a strange accent
"What brings you here?" He asks cheerfully.
"the festival, why else?"
"Ah, the festival. Fun!"
she reads his surface thoughts, trying to determine why he's here
His thoughts are wild, wicked, terrifying. They make no sense. They shouldn't make sense. You hear snippets of laughter, a conversation, the feeling of drinking a mug of cocoa.
"and why are you here?"
*wait.....*
*This is a rp, I don't want my characters thoughts to be read, he's way too powerful for that.*
"I am here for the festival as well, but not just for that-because I want their recipe for cocoa!" He does a backflip in the sky.
*not that, the cocoa thing. is this a younger version of the guy on sphinx of mourning?*
"how fun" she flies around him, lazily kicking her feet, almost like she's swimming
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
there is a woman flying above the trees lazily, running a coin across her fingers.
A young boy sits on the ground outside of the tavern, playing with the dirt. He has a freckled face, green eyes, green hair, and a pair of wooden antlers. He waves up at her.
she waves back, doing a barrel roll
He claps his hands twice, and begins to float in the air, a sparkling green mass following him into the air. "Hello!" He calls.
"hello" her voice has a strange accent
"What brings you here?" He asks cheerfully.
"the festival, why else?"
"Ah, the festival. Fun!"
she reads his surface thoughts, trying to determine why he's here
His thoughts are wild, wicked, terrifying. They make no sense. They shouldn't make sense. You hear snippets of laughter, a conversation, the feeling of drinking a mug of cocoa.
"and why are you here?"
*wait.....*
*This is a rp, I don't want my characters thoughts to be read, he's way too powerful for that.*
"I am here for the festival as well, but not just for that-because I want their recipe for cocoa!" He does a backflip in the sky.
*not that, the cocoa thing. is this a younger version of the guy on sphinx of mourning?*
"how fun" she flies around him, lazily kicking her feet, almost like she's swimming
*Uh nope I just really like hot chocolate and it feels right for my characters who are minors to like it.*
"That flying is interesting." He says eagerly. "How do you do it?"
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
there is a woman flying above the trees lazily, running a coin across her fingers.
A young boy sits on the ground outside of the tavern, playing with the dirt. He has a freckled face, green eyes, green hair, and a pair of wooden antlers. He waves up at her.
she waves back, doing a barrel roll
He claps his hands twice, and begins to float in the air, a sparkling green mass following him into the air. "Hello!" He calls.
"hello" her voice has a strange accent
"What brings you here?" He asks cheerfully.
"the festival, why else?"
"Ah, the festival. Fun!"
she reads his surface thoughts, trying to determine why he's here
His thoughts are wild, wicked, terrifying. They make no sense. They shouldn't make sense. You hear snippets of laughter, a conversation, the feeling of drinking a mug of cocoa.
"and why are you here?"
*wait.....*
*This is a rp, I don't want my characters thoughts to be read, he's way too powerful for that.*
"I am here for the festival as well, but not just for that-because I want their recipe for cocoa!" He does a backflip in the sky.
*not that, the cocoa thing. is this a younger version of the guy on sphinx of mourning?*
"how fun" she flies around him, lazily kicking her feet, almost like she's swimming
*Uh nope I just really like hot chocolate and it feels right for my characters who are minors to like it.*
"That flying is interesting." He says eagerly. "How do you do it?"
*fair enough. how do you drink it?*
"its because of what I am! a Marid (the folkloric one, not the fish creature in DND), chief among the creator's creatures!"
*thess are lies. marids are characterized by their extreme pride*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
there is a woman flying above the trees lazily, running a coin across her fingers.
A young boy sits on the ground outside of the tavern, playing with the dirt. He has a freckled face, green eyes, green hair, and a pair of wooden antlers. He waves up at her.
she waves back, doing a barrel roll
He claps his hands twice, and begins to float in the air, a sparkling green mass following him into the air. "Hello!" He calls.
"hello" her voice has a strange accent
"What brings you here?" He asks cheerfully.
"the festival, why else?"
"Ah, the festival. Fun!"
she reads his surface thoughts, trying to determine why he's here
His thoughts are wild, wicked, terrifying. They make no sense. They shouldn't make sense. You hear snippets of laughter, a conversation, the feeling of drinking a mug of cocoa.
"and why are you here?"
*wait.....*
*This is a rp, I don't want my characters thoughts to be read, he's way too powerful for that.*
"I am here for the festival as well, but not just for that-because I want their recipe for cocoa!" He does a backflip in the sky.
*not that, the cocoa thing. is this a younger version of the guy on sphinx of mourning?*
"how fun" she flies around him, lazily kicking her feet, almost like she's swimming
*Uh nope I just really like hot chocolate and it feels right for my characters who are minors to like it.*
"That flying is interesting." He says eagerly. "How do you do it?"
*fair enough. how do you drink it?*
"its because of what I am! a Marid (the folkloric one, not the fish creature in DND), chief among the creator's creatures!"
*thess are lies. marids are characterized by their extreme pride*
"Oh! Marids are very interesting."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
there is a woman flying above the trees lazily, running a coin across her fingers.
A young boy sits on the ground outside of the tavern, playing with the dirt. He has a freckled face, green eyes, green hair, and a pair of wooden antlers. He waves up at her.
she waves back, doing a barrel roll
He claps his hands twice, and begins to float in the air, a sparkling green mass following him into the air. "Hello!" He calls.
"hello" her voice has a strange accent
"What brings you here?" He asks cheerfully.
"the festival, why else?"
"Ah, the festival. Fun!"
she reads his surface thoughts, trying to determine why he's here
His thoughts are wild, wicked, terrifying. They make no sense. They shouldn't make sense. You hear snippets of laughter, a conversation, the feeling of drinking a mug of cocoa.
"and why are you here?"
*wait.....*
*This is a rp, I don't want my characters thoughts to be read, he's way too powerful for that.*
"I am here for the festival as well, but not just for that-because I want their recipe for cocoa!" He does a backflip in the sky.
*not that, the cocoa thing. is this a younger version of the guy on sphinx of mourning?*
"how fun" she flies around him, lazily kicking her feet, almost like she's swimming
*Uh nope I just really like hot chocolate and it feels right for my characters who are minors to like it.*
"That flying is interesting." He says eagerly. "How do you do it?"
*fair enough. how do you drink it?*
"its because of what I am! a Marid (the folkloric one, not the fish creature in DND), chief among the creator's creatures!"
*thess are lies. marids are characterized by their extreme pride*
"Oh! Marids are very interesting."
"aren't we? what are you then?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"A bit of that is usually good." She examines Raski, trying to tell if he's a threat.
Insight: 20
He doesn't exactly seem hostile, but he has an unsafe aura around him, as if he isn't the best person to befriend.
She stops hiding her book, and takes out an empty glass bottle. "Do you know anything about potions?"
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"A bit of that is usually good." She examines Raski, trying to tell if he's a threat.
Insight: 20
He doesn't exactly seem hostile, but he has an unsafe aura around him, as if he isn't the best person to befriend.
She stops hiding her book, and takes out an empty glass bottle. "Do you know anything about potions?"
"Not much." He shrugs. "I come from an area where they weren't common."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
there is a woman flying above the trees lazily, running a coin across her fingers.
A young boy sits on the ground outside of the tavern, playing with the dirt. He has a freckled face, green eyes, green hair, and a pair of wooden antlers. He waves up at her.
she waves back, doing a barrel roll
He claps his hands twice, and begins to float in the air, a sparkling green mass following him into the air. "Hello!" He calls.
"hello" her voice has a strange accent
"What brings you here?" He asks cheerfully.
"the festival, why else?"
"Ah, the festival. Fun!"
she reads his surface thoughts, trying to determine why he's here
His thoughts are wild, wicked, terrifying. They make no sense. They shouldn't make sense. You hear snippets of laughter, a conversation, the feeling of drinking a mug of cocoa.
"and why are you here?"
*wait.....*
*This is a rp, I don't want my characters thoughts to be read, he's way too powerful for that.*
"I am here for the festival as well, but not just for that-because I want their recipe for cocoa!" He does a backflip in the sky.
*not that, the cocoa thing. is this a younger version of the guy on sphinx of mourning?*
"how fun" she flies around him, lazily kicking her feet, almost like she's swimming
*Uh nope I just really like hot chocolate and it feels right for my characters who are minors to like it.*
"That flying is interesting." He says eagerly. "How do you do it?"
*fair enough. how do you drink it?*
"its because of what I am! a Marid (the folkloric one, not the fish creature in DND), chief among the creator's creatures!"
*thess are lies. marids are characterized by their extreme pride*
"Oh! Marids are very interesting."
"aren't we? what are you then?"
He giggles. "Something you are not."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
there is a woman flying above the trees lazily, running a coin across her fingers.
A young boy sits on the ground outside of the tavern, playing with the dirt. He has a freckled face, green eyes, green hair, and a pair of wooden antlers. He waves up at her.
she waves back, doing a barrel roll
He claps his hands twice, and begins to float in the air, a sparkling green mass following him into the air. "Hello!" He calls.
"hello" her voice has a strange accent
"What brings you here?" He asks cheerfully.
"the festival, why else?"
"Ah, the festival. Fun!"
she reads his surface thoughts, trying to determine why he's here
His thoughts are wild, wicked, terrifying. They make no sense. They shouldn't make sense. You hear snippets of laughter, a conversation, the feeling of drinking a mug of cocoa.
"and why are you here?"
*wait.....*
*This is a rp, I don't want my characters thoughts to be read, he's way too powerful for that.*
"I am here for the festival as well, but not just for that-because I want their recipe for cocoa!" He does a backflip in the sky.
*not that, the cocoa thing. is this a younger version of the guy on sphinx of mourning?*
"how fun" she flies around him, lazily kicking her feet, almost like she's swimming
*Uh nope I just really like hot chocolate and it feels right for my characters who are minors to like it.*
"That flying is interesting." He says eagerly. "How do you do it?"
*fair enough. how do you drink it?*
"its because of what I am! a Marid (the folkloric one, not the fish creature in DND), chief among the creator's creatures!"
*thess are lies. marids are characterized by their extreme pride*
"Oh! Marids are very interesting."
"aren't we? what are you then?"
He giggles. "Something you are not."
she knits her fingers cattily "well that narrows it down"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
there is a woman flying above the trees lazily, running a coin across her fingers.
A young boy sits on the ground outside of the tavern, playing with the dirt. He has a freckled face, green eyes, green hair, and a pair of wooden antlers. He waves up at her.
she waves back, doing a barrel roll
He claps his hands twice, and begins to float in the air, a sparkling green mass following him into the air. "Hello!" He calls.
"hello" her voice has a strange accent
"What brings you here?" He asks cheerfully.
"the festival, why else?"
"Ah, the festival. Fun!"
she reads his surface thoughts, trying to determine why he's here
His thoughts are wild, wicked, terrifying. They make no sense. They shouldn't make sense. You hear snippets of laughter, a conversation, the feeling of drinking a mug of cocoa.
"and why are you here?"
*wait.....*
*This is a rp, I don't want my characters thoughts to be read, he's way too powerful for that.*
"I am here for the festival as well, but not just for that-because I want their recipe for cocoa!" He does a backflip in the sky.
*not that, the cocoa thing. is this a younger version of the guy on sphinx of mourning?*
"how fun" she flies around him, lazily kicking her feet, almost like she's swimming
*Uh nope I just really like hot chocolate and it feels right for my characters who are minors to like it.*
"That flying is interesting." He says eagerly. "How do you do it?"
*fair enough. how do you drink it?*
"its because of what I am! a Marid (the folkloric one, not the fish creature in DND), chief among the creator's creatures!"
*thess are lies. marids are characterized by their extreme pride*
"Oh! Marids are very interesting."
"aren't we? what are you then?"
He giggles. "Something you are not."
she knits her fingers cattily "well that narrows it down"
"yep!"
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
That also misses. She slashes at him three times with her sword.
27 Damage: 13
15 Damage: 15
32 Damage: 12
If one of them hits, they also deal an extra 5 Psychic damage, as well as an extra 23 force damage, and make a DC 20 CHA save. IF you fail, you disappear, taking 39 Psychic damage, and gain the incapacitated condition until the end of my next turn, when you reappear.
2 hit
Cha save 35
I attack you twice
Attack: 32 Damage: 22
Attack: 32 Damage: 18
If one of them hit, I cast 5th-level divine smite 27
WHAT?????????
*That right there is 107 damage. WHAT THE (GP). But, just a question. One, what are you attacking with. Two, if it's a melee weapon, is it made of steel?*
She staggers backwards, a mad grin on her face.
"Oh... Oh, I see... that's what we're going to be doing.... Hah... So... this is how... ... Watch your back."
Suddenly, she disappears, the inky cloud obscuring the field vanishes, and a lone bat flies away.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
In the tavern, a few new drinks and foods have been added, autumn and horror themed for the fall festival. Raski and Niko are talking in hushed tones at the bar, while in the corner, Talon, who seems to have decided that Raski isn't a threat, watches a young boy with a freckled face, dark brown skin, green hair, and deer antlers. The boy is eating a salad and drinking a mug of autumn themed cocoa. The cocoa, as most people have realized, is the specialty of the tavern.
A bat flies through the window, limply flapping, before perching on Niko's shoulder, hissing at Raski.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*Meh. Got back from school. Did a double take at Gato's 107 damage in a single turn. Started an RP. Worked on lore for my chars. The usual.*
*Okay. I know the last campaign we did failed miserably, but would you be interested in another one?*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*Meh. Got back from school. Did a double take at Gato's 107 damage in a single turn. Started an RP. Worked on lore for my chars. The usual.*
*Okay. I know the last campaign we did failed miserably, but would you be interested in another one?*
*Uhhhhh sure. (How does this happen. You and me have like 3 different things we're working on together.)
*You're me friend :3*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*This is a rp, I don't want my characters thoughts to be read, he's way too powerful for that.*
"I am here for the festival as well, but not just for that-because I want their recipe for cocoa!" He does a backflip in the sky.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*not that, the cocoa thing. is this a younger version of the guy on sphinx of mourning?*
"how fun" she flies around him, lazily kicking her feet, almost like she's swimming
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Uh nope I just really like hot chocolate and it feels right for my characters who are minors to like it.*
"That flying is interesting." He says eagerly. "How do you do it?"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*fair enough. how do you drink it?*
"its because of what I am! a Marid (the folkloric one, not the fish creature in DND), chief among the creator's creatures!"
*thess are lies. marids are characterized by their extreme pride*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Oh! Marids are very interesting."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
"aren't we? what are you then?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
She stops hiding her book, and takes out an empty glass bottle. "Do you know anything about potions?"
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)
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"Not much." He shrugs. "I come from an area where they weren't common."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
He giggles. "Something you are not."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
she knits her fingers cattily "well that narrows it down"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"yep!"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*That right there is 107 damage. WHAT THE (GP). But, just a question. One, what are you attacking with. Two, if it's a melee weapon, is it made of steel?*
She staggers backwards, a mad grin on her face.
"Oh... Oh, I see... that's what we're going to be doing.... Hah... So... this is how... ... Watch your back."
Suddenly, she disappears, the inky cloud obscuring the field vanishes, and a lone bat flies away.
*Hi Gonz!*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
A bat flies through the window, limply flapping, before perching on Niko's shoulder, hissing at Raski.
*Hello!*
*Wassup?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*Meh. Got back from school. Did a double take at Gato's 107 damage in a single turn. Started an RP. Worked on lore for my chars. The usual.*
*Okay. I know the last campaign we did failed miserably, but would you be interested in another one?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*Uhhhhh sure. (How does this happen. You and me have like 3 different things we're working on together.)
*You're me friend :3*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!