Yes. Let me check the radius real quick. You might be able to hit the others in the area if you wanted, like Immerral and Fives or Nylon.
Yep you can hit other contestants if you want. The meteor swarm instantly immolates each of the saber-horses in the area.
I don't think i will, not that evil
but i went out with a bang!
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Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child.
Four hits, make two DEX saves. The feathers on their cloak are stiff and nearly impenetrable, and when Nylon strikes them, a few dislodge in an careful explosion, feathers sticking into Nylon's armor and skin. They take 21 magical piercing for the first and 21 for the second, half on a success (i know you have evasion, im just stating it like that for clarity). The trion reels back, feathers ruffling as metal scrapes against metal, black ichor seeping from the wounds under their coat. The trion slashes back, reeling its blade around for another couple of jabs.
I don’t think he really can do anything… does it require another Str save to escape? It says I can’t look at the spell.
Yes, it's a strength check to escape. He can still attack if he wants to, or surrender.
“Any benefits to surrendering now?” He asks, gasping for breath.
"Many. One, you do need to suffer needlessly to my blade. Two, your sentence and the charges against you will be lessened. Perhaps you may even be simply sent back to your world, but killing an individual in broad daylight is one of the most foolish things I have had to witness. He will be revived shortly." The paladin strides over and clinks a pair of cuffs over their hands, runes etched into the outside. The cuffs numb their hands, covering up completely to the elbow and around the hand itself. "Your compliance is appreciated." They say with a monotone, though Atlas can hear the frown in their voice.
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I don’t think he really can do anything… does it require another Str save to escape? It says I can’t look at the spell.
Yes, it's a strength check to escape. He can still attack if he wants to, or surrender.
“Any benefits to surrendering now?” He asks, gasping for breath.
"Many. One, you do need to suffer needlessly to my blade. Two, your sentence and the charges against you will be lessened. Perhaps you may even be simply sent back to your world, but killing an individual in broad daylight is one of the most foolish things I have had to witness. He will be revived shortly." The paladin strides over and clinks a pair of cuffs over their hands, runes etched into the outside. The cuffs numb their hands, covering up completely to the elbow and around the hand itself. "Your compliance is appreciated." They say with a monotone, though Atlas can hear the frown in their voice.
“Darn. Should’ve destroyed the body… That’s hard to revive, right? I don’t know magic very well.”
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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!
Four hits, make two DEX saves. The feathers on their cloak are stiff and nearly impenetrable, and when Nylon strikes them, a few dislodge in an careful explosion, feathers sticking into Nylon's armor and skin. They take 21 magical piercing for the first and 21 for the second, half on a success (i know you have evasion, im just stating it like that for clarity). The trion reels back, feathers ruffling as metal scrapes against metal, black ichor seeping from the wounds under their coat. The trion slashes back, reeling its blade around for another couple of jabs.
two hit, dex 21 dex 15 con 16 Reduce first attack damage by [21, then second by 16, and take both as DoT
*seeing how dead we are before i write anything proper*
First succeeds, next two fail. They take 15 extra necrotic damage.
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I don’t think he really can do anything… does it require another Str save to escape? It says I can’t look at the spell.
Yes, it's a strength check to escape. He can still attack if he wants to, or surrender.
“Any benefits to surrendering now?” He asks, gasping for breath.
"Many. One, you do need to suffer needlessly to my blade. Two, your sentence and the charges against you will be lessened. Perhaps you may even be simply sent back to your world, but killing an individual in broad daylight is one of the most foolish things I have had to witness. He will be revived shortly." The paladin strides over and clinks a pair of cuffs over their hands, runes etched into the outside. The cuffs numb their hands, covering up completely to the elbow and around the hand itself. "Your compliance is appreciated." They say with a monotone, though Atlas can hear the frown in their voice.
“Darn. Should’ve destroyed the body… That’s hard to revive, right? I don’t know magic very well.”
"One diamond, and a cleric with access to revivify. No, not very difficult." The vines uncoil from around his body, shrinking away. They frown, clipping a hook to the handcuffs attached to a chain, like a leash. Nyraeo then pats them down, removing any weapons from their person. "You will be placed in a holding until the warden decides a trial date for you. You may also get one contact, monitored through sending."
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I don’t think he really can do anything… does it require another Str save to escape? It says I can’t look at the spell.
Yes, it's a strength check to escape. He can still attack if he wants to, or surrender.
“Any benefits to surrendering now?” He asks, gasping for breath.
"Many. One, you do need to suffer needlessly to my blade. Two, your sentence and the charges against you will be lessened. Perhaps you may even be simply sent back to your world, but killing an individual in broad daylight is one of the most foolish things I have had to witness. He will be revived shortly." The paladin strides over and clinks a pair of cuffs over their hands, runes etched into the outside. The cuffs numb their hands, covering up completely to the elbow and around the hand itself. "Your compliance is appreciated." They say with a monotone, though Atlas can hear the frown in their voice.
“Darn. Should’ve destroyed the body… That’s hard to revive, right? I don’t know magic very well.”
"One diamond, and a cleric with access to revivify. No, not very difficult." The vines uncoil from around his body, shrinking away. They frown, clipping a hook to the handcuffs attached to a chain, like a leash. Nyraeo then pats them down, removing any weapons from their person. "You will be placed in a holding until the warden decides a trial date for you. You may also get one contact, monitored through sending."
“You guys take money for bail?”
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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!
"In some cases. You bail will be determined by the warden." They turn around, gently pulling on the chain. "Come with me."
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"In some cases. You bail will be determined by the warden." They turn around, gently pulling on the chain. "Come with me."
“Hmph.” He says, sighing and following.
They teleport him off of the building-- the body seems to have disappeared off the street, the blood splatter gone with it. The paladin leads him down the street, wordlessly, down the cobbled path to one of the larger and flag-decorated buildings around the corner. It occupies a fair amount of space, with towering walls mounted with siege weaponry and a few other defeinsive systems. He even spots a gatling gun attached to a covered rotating section. The paladin opens the door, pulling him inside. It's a large space, a bit like the mix of a lobby and a bunker, if a lobby could somehow contain brutalist architecture, though purposefully decorated with a few pillars and ivory lining. There's no seating anywhere in sight, though metal racks line the walls, as if prisoners are meant to be chained there. Up behind the counter, behind a massive gate of several iron bars, is a massive, hooded figure. Only its silvery eyes are visible in the darkness, as well as its clawed left hand, which currently holds a delicate feathered pen. The paladin pauses a moment, turning to him. "Full name, and world of origin. And I can hear lies."
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"In some cases. You bail will be determined by the warden." They turn around, gently pulling on the chain. "Come with me."
“Hmph.” He says, sighing and following.
They teleport him off of the building-- the body seems to have disappeared off the street, the blood splatter gone with it. The paladin leads him down the street, wordlessly, down the cobbled path to one of the larger and flag-decorated buildings around the corner. It occupies a fair amount of space, with towering walls mounted with siege weaponry and a few other defeinsive systems. He even spots a gatling gun attached to a covered rotating section. The paladin opens the door, pulling him inside. It's a large space, a bit like the mix of a lobby and a bunker, if a lobby could somehow contain brutalist architecture, though purposefully decorated with a few pillars and ivory lining. There's no seating anywhere in sight, though metal racks line the walls, as if prisoners are meant to be chained there. Up behind the counter, behind a massive gate of several iron bars, is a massive, hooded figure. Only its silvery eyes are visible in the darkness, as well as its clawed left hand, which currently holds a delicate feathered pen. The paladin pauses a moment, turning to him. "Full name, and world of origin. And I can hear lies."
“Damn. What if I refuse to tell 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!
"In some cases. You bail will be determined by the warden." They turn around, gently pulling on the chain. "Come with me."
“Hmph.” He says, sighing and following.
They teleport him off of the building-- the body seems to have disappeared off the street, the blood splatter gone with it. The paladin leads him down the street, wordlessly, down the cobbled path to one of the larger and flag-decorated buildings around the corner. It occupies a fair amount of space, with towering walls mounted with siege weaponry and a few other defeinsive systems. He even spots a gatling gun attached to a covered rotating section. The paladin opens the door, pulling him inside. It's a large space, a bit like the mix of a lobby and a bunker, if a lobby could somehow contain brutalist architecture, though purposefully decorated with a few pillars and ivory lining. There's no seating anywhere in sight, though metal racks line the walls, as if prisoners are meant to be chained there. Up behind the counter, behind a massive gate of several iron bars, is a massive, hooded figure. Only its silvery eyes are visible in the darkness, as well as its clawed left hand, which currently holds a delicate feathered pen. The paladin pauses a moment, turning to him. "Full name, and world of origin. And I can hear lies."
“Damn. What if I refuse to tell you?”
"I add an extra crime to your list of charges, such as 'refusing to comply with law enforcement.' And then I will find an associate of mine with the appropriate charm spells or other mind reading spells for an intrusive dive into your thoughts." They stare at him. "Your choice."
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"In some cases. You bail will be determined by the warden." They turn around, gently pulling on the chain. "Come with me."
“Hmph.” He says, sighing and following.
They teleport him off of the building-- the body seems to have disappeared off the street, the blood splatter gone with it. The paladin leads him down the street, wordlessly, down the cobbled path to one of the larger and flag-decorated buildings around the corner. It occupies a fair amount of space, with towering walls mounted with siege weaponry and a few other defeinsive systems. He even spots a gatling gun attached to a covered rotating section. The paladin opens the door, pulling him inside. It's a large space, a bit like the mix of a lobby and a bunker, if a lobby could somehow contain brutalist architecture, though purposefully decorated with a few pillars and ivory lining. There's no seating anywhere in sight, though metal racks line the walls, as if prisoners are meant to be chained there. Up behind the counter, behind a massive gate of several iron bars, is a massive, hooded figure. Only its silvery eyes are visible in the darkness, as well as its clawed left hand, which currently holds a delicate feathered pen. The paladin pauses a moment, turning to him. "Full name, and world of origin. And I can hear lies."
“Damn. What if I refuse to tell you?”
"I add an extra crime to your list of charges, such as 'refusing to comply with law enforcement.' And then I will find an associate of mine with the appropriate charm spells or other mind reading spells for an intrusive dive into your thoughts." They stare at him. "Your choice."
“Well, I don’t really use my full name any more. I’m known as Atlas Rex across the worlds. (Insert the world name I used for him earlier I forgot it.)”
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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!
Four hits, make two DEX saves. The feathers on their cloak are stiff and nearly impenetrable, and when Nylon strikes them, a few dislodge in an careful explosion, feathers sticking into Nylon's armor and skin. They take 21 magical piercing for the first and 21 for the second, half on a success (i know you have evasion, im just stating it like that for clarity). The trion reels back, feathers ruffling as metal scrapes against metal, black ichor seeping from the wounds under their coat. The trion slashes back, reeling its blade around for another couple of jabs.
two hit, dex 21 dex 15 con 16 Reduce first attack damage by [21, then second by 16, and take both as DoT
*seeing how dead we are before i write anything proper*
First succeeds, next two fail. They take 15 extra necrotic damage.
Nylon near catches the attacks by the teeth, eating every blow as if uncaring of the damage. Nylon's blood coats the surroundings, yet not appearing as anything reminiscent of ichor, despite what their unnatural vitiligo may suggest- its blood, crimson red in color, and if its not what's melting the earth into pooling puddles of molten slag, then its most certainly the ambient heat they put off, scorching within around five feet for 13 Fire. Their assault continues- it's not obvious which attacks will come out as a glaive swing, an echo attack, or a gut punch so well placed and forceful it resonates through each and every bone, yet as they fight on, and as they get more and more damaged, their fighting style devolves into a more animalistic one, becoming more of a full beatdown, the glaive fully leaving their hands at this point in favor of a honed set of palm strikes, the chronurgy nearly seeming to effect them. Attack: 23 Damage: 25 + 6 [ressed] Attack: 28 Damage: 22 + 6 Attack: 29 Damage: 20 + 4 [flowing] Attack: 27 Damage: 28 + 1 Attack: 25 Damage: 21 + 5 Attack: 19 Damage: 21 + 5 Attack: 23 Damage: 28 + 6 Attack: 6 Damage: 21 + 6
A tall figure strides into the tavern, wearing a cloak of such a dark hue, it seems to house an endless void within the fabric. His skin, or at least what's not obscured by the cloak, is pale, unnaturally so. The only thing preventing this man from being completely monochrome are his eyes. At first, they too seem black- but upon further inspection, his eyes are a swirling pool of colors moving so fast it all blurs to black. He sits down at a table.
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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.
First succeeds, next two fail. They take 15 extra necrotic damage.
Nylon near catches the attacks by the teeth, eating every blow as if uncaring of the damage. Nylon's blood coats the surroundings, yet not appearing as anything reminiscent of ichor, despite what their unnatural vitiligo may suggest- its blood, crimson red in color, and if its not what's melting the earth into pooling puddles of molten slag, then its most certainly the ambient heat they put off, scorching within around five feet for 13 Fire. Their assault continues- it's not obvious which attacks will come out as a glaive swing, an echo attack, or a gut punch so well placed and forceful it resonates through each and every bone, yet as they fight on, and as they get more and more damaged, their fighting style devolves into a more animalistic one, becoming more of a full beatdown, the glaive fully leaving their hands at this point in favor of a honed set of palm strikes, the chronurgy nearly seeming to effect them. Attack: 23 Damage: 25 + 6 [ressed] Attack: 28 Damage: 22 + 6 Attack: 29 Damage: 20 + 4 [flowing] Attack: 27 Damage: 28 + 1 Attack: 25 Damage: 21 + 5 Attack: 19 Damage: 21 + 5 Attack: 23 Damage: 28 + 6 Attack: 6 Damage: 21 + 6
Assuming 5 hits, take a cumulative -5 penalty to hit, have speed reduced by 15 feet, and make a Charisma save against the effects of Slow spell. Oh, and add one more attack, if it hits, Nylon gains 1 to their AC until the start of their next turn. Attack: 19 Damage: 27
A tall figure strides into the tavern, wearing a cloak of such a dark hue, it seems to house an endless void within the fabric. His skin, or at least what's not obscured by the cloak, is pale, unnaturally so. The only thing preventing this man from being completely monochrome are his eyes. At first, they too seem black- but upon further inspection, his eyes are a swirling pool of colors moving so fast it all blurs to black. He sits down at a table.
Gale sits down at the same table, not noticing the man. “Oh! Hello…” He says, awkwardly.
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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!
A tall figure strides into the tavern, wearing a cloak of such a dark hue, it seems to house an endless void within the fabric. His skin, or at least what's not obscured by the cloak, is pale, unnaturally so. The only thing preventing this man from being completely monochrome are his eyes. At first, they too seem black- but upon further inspection, his eyes are a swirling pool of colors moving so fast it all blurs to black. He sits down at a table.
Gale sits down at the same table, not noticing the man. “Oh! Hello…” He says, awkwardly.
"Hello."
His voice is smooth and calming.
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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.
A tall figure strides into the tavern, wearing a cloak of such a dark hue, it seems to house an endless void within the fabric. His skin, or at least what's not obscured by the cloak, is pale, unnaturally so. The only thing preventing this man from being completely monochrome are his eyes. At first, they too seem black- but upon further inspection, his eyes are a swirling pool of colors moving so fast it all blurs to black. He sits down at a table.
Gale sits down at the same table, not noticing the man. “Oh! Hello…” He says, awkwardly.
"Hello."
His voice is smooth and calming.
“I’ll move.” He says, sighing.
*gahhhhhh why can’t I get his dialogue right?*
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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!
A tall figure strides into the tavern, wearing a cloak of such a dark hue, it seems to house an endless void within the fabric. His skin, or at least what's not obscured by the cloak, is pale, unnaturally so. The only thing preventing this man from being completely monochrome are his eyes. At first, they too seem black- but upon further inspection, his eyes are a swirling pool of colors moving so fast it all blurs to black. He sits down at a table.
Gale sits down at the same table, not noticing the man. “Oh! Hello…” He says, awkwardly.
"Hello."
His voice is smooth and calming.
“I’ll move.” He says, sighing.
*gahhhhhh why can’t I get his dialogue right?*
"Oh, no, it's quite alright. I don't mind the company."
*Yeeeaaahhhh I feel 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.
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I don't think i will, not that evil
but i went out with a bang!
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child.
two hit,
dex 21
dex 15
con 16
Reduce first attack damage by [21, then second by 16, and take both as DoT
*seeing how dead we are before i write anything proper*
say hi meta
:3
i miss repelt :[
"Many. One, you do need to suffer needlessly to my blade. Two, your sentence and the charges against you will be lessened. Perhaps you may even be simply sent back to your world, but killing an individual in broad daylight is one of the most foolish things I have had to witness. He will be revived shortly." The paladin strides over and clinks a pair of cuffs over their hands, runes etched into the outside. The cuffs numb their hands, covering up completely to the elbow and around the hand itself. "Your compliance is appreciated." They say with a monotone, though Atlas can hear the frown in their voice.
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Darn. Should’ve destroyed the body… That’s hard to revive, right? I don’t know magic very well.”
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!
First succeeds, next two fail. They take 15 extra necrotic damage.
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"One diamond, and a cleric with access to revivify. No, not very difficult." The vines uncoil from around his body, shrinking away. They frown, clipping a hook to the handcuffs attached to a chain, like a leash. Nyraeo then pats them down, removing any weapons from their person. "You will be placed in a holding until the warden decides a trial date for you. You may also get one contact, monitored through sending."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“You guys take money for bail?”
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!
"In some cases. You bail will be determined by the warden." They turn around, gently pulling on the chain. "Come with me."
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making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Hmph.” He says, sighing and following.
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!
They teleport him off of the building-- the body seems to have disappeared off the street, the blood splatter gone with it. The paladin leads him down the street, wordlessly, down the cobbled path to one of the larger and flag-decorated buildings around the corner. It occupies a fair amount of space, with towering walls mounted with siege weaponry and a few other defeinsive systems. He even spots a gatling gun attached to a covered rotating section. The paladin opens the door, pulling him inside. It's a large space, a bit like the mix of a lobby and a bunker, if a lobby could somehow contain brutalist architecture, though purposefully decorated with a few pillars and ivory lining. There's no seating anywhere in sight, though metal racks line the walls, as if prisoners are meant to be chained there. Up behind the counter, behind a massive gate of several iron bars, is a massive, hooded figure. Only its silvery eyes are visible in the darkness, as well as its clawed left hand, which currently holds a delicate feathered pen. The paladin pauses a moment, turning to him. "Full name, and world of origin. And I can hear lies."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Damn. What if I refuse to tell 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!
"I add an extra crime to your list of charges, such as 'refusing to comply with law enforcement.' And then I will find an associate of mine with the appropriate charm spells or other mind reading spells for an intrusive dive into your thoughts." They stare at him. "Your choice."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Well, I don’t really use my full name any more. I’m known as Atlas Rex across the worlds. (Insert the world name I used for him earlier I forgot it.)”
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!
Nylon near catches the attacks by the teeth, eating every blow as if uncaring of the damage. Nylon's blood coats the surroundings, yet not appearing as anything reminiscent of ichor, despite what their unnatural vitiligo may suggest- its blood, crimson red in color, and if its not what's melting the earth into pooling puddles of molten slag, then its most certainly the ambient heat they put off, scorching within around five feet for 13 Fire. Their assault continues- it's not obvious which attacks will come out as a glaive swing, an echo attack, or a gut punch so well placed and forceful it resonates through each and every bone, yet as they fight on, and as they get more and more damaged, their fighting style devolves into a more animalistic one, becoming more of a full beatdown, the glaive fully leaving their hands at this point in favor of a honed set of palm strikes, the chronurgy nearly seeming to effect them.
Attack: 23 Damage: 25 + 6 [ressed]
Attack: 28 Damage: 22 + 6
Attack: 29 Damage: 20 + 4
[flowing]
Attack: 27 Damage: 28 + 1
Attack: 25 Damage: 21 + 5
Attack: 19 Damage: 21 + 5
Attack: 23 Damage: 28 + 6
Attack: 6 Damage: 21 + 6
say hi meta
:3
i miss repelt :[
A tall figure strides into the tavern, wearing a cloak of such a dark hue, it seems to house an endless void within the fabric. His skin, or at least what's not obscured by the cloak, is pale, unnaturally so. The only thing preventing this man from being completely monochrome are his eyes. At first, they too seem black- but upon further inspection, his eyes are a swirling pool of colors moving so fast it all blurs to black. He sits down at a table.
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.
Assuming 5 hits, take a cumulative -5 penalty to hit, have speed reduced by 15 feet, and make a Charisma save against the effects of Slow spell.
Oh, and add one more attack, if it hits, Nylon gains 1 to their AC until the start of their next turn.
Attack: 19 Damage: 27
say hi meta
:3
i miss repelt :[
Gale sits down at the same table, not noticing the man. “Oh! Hello…” He says, awkwardly.
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!
"Hello."
His voice is smooth and calming.
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 ?
“I’ll move.” He says, sighing.
*gahhhhhh why can’t I get his dialogue right?*
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, no, it's quite alright. I don't mind the company."
*Yeeeaaahhhh I feel 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 ?