"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
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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.
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
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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/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
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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.
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
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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/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
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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.
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
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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/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
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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.
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
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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/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
"I might as well."
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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.
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
"I might as well."
"you should"
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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/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
"I might as well."
"you should"
"How come?"
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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.
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
"I might as well."
"you should"
"How come?"
"its fun. you can earn some money if you're here for that, or simply fight skeletons if you want to"
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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/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
"I might as well."
"you should"
"How come?"
"its fun. you can earn some money if you're here for that, or simply fight skeletons if you want to"
"I suppose... I suppose I may do that..."
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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.
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
"I might as well."
"you should"
"How come?"
"its fun. you can earn some money if you're here for that, or simply fight skeletons if you want to"
"I suppose... I suppose I may do that..."
"itll at least be interesting"
gimme a perception check
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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/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
"I might as well."
"you should"
"How come?"
"its fun. you can earn some money if you're here for that, or simply fight skeletons if you want to"
"I suppose... I suppose I may do that..."
"itll at least be interesting"
gimme a perception check
21
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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.
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
"I might as well."
"you should"
"How come?"
"its fun. you can earn some money if you're here for that, or simply fight skeletons if you want to"
"I suppose... I suppose I may do that..."
"itll at least be interesting"
gimme a perception check
21
you notice the whites of her eyes are pure black
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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/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
"I might as well."
"you should"
"How come?"
"its fun. you can earn some money if you're here for that, or simply fight skeletons if you want to"
"I suppose... I suppose I may do that..."
"itll at least be interesting"
gimme a perception check
21
you notice the whites of her eyes are pure black
"... Are your eyes supposed to be doing that?"
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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.
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
"I might as well."
"you should"
"How come?"
"its fun. you can earn some money if you're here for that, or simply fight skeletons if you want to"
"I suppose... I suppose I may do that..."
"itll at least be interesting"
gimme a perception check
21
you notice the whites of her eyes are pure black
"... Are your eyes supposed to be doing that?"
"mm? oh. yes, I was born with them. why do you think I was obsessed with healing?"
DECEPTION: 30
*gtg*
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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/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"I agree with that. For all their faults, they are indeed powerful."
"so Wich DEITY are you running from?"
*I love how deity is capitalized for you*
He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking. "Mari."
*its cuz I type it so mutch*
"interesting. why?"
*she has no clue who tf that is, but she's not gonna tell them that*
"That is quite a personal subject matter."
"fair enough"
"Anyways. My name is Ezekial."
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of Heironeous" she offers her hand
Ezekial shakes it, smiling.
"Now. Could you tell me more about this tournament you mentioned earlier?"
her grip is very strong. almost supernaturally so.
"the killing floor. periodically, the killing floor is open, and you can fight endless waves of undead until you die, and get revived later. the more undead you kill, the more your rank goes up. rank determines skill of a fighter and betting odds. if someone bets on you and you win, you get 10%"
*I don't actually know abt that 10% thing. I swore I read it somewhere, but I couldn't find it*
"So that's why death was so muddled... Hm..."
"free healthcare. a wonder among the multiverse, as I understand"
"Ah- ... I suppose so, nowadays, but I was referring to the endless waves of the undead."
"oh. yes. some kind of necromancer, are you?"
"No. Well... no. I mean... no. I don't think so."
she raises an eyebrow
"My power comes from a death god, who may or may not be undead."
"interesting. you're running from one of their enemies?"
"... No, actually."
her eyebrow raises higher
"What?"
"then whom are you running from?"
"Mari."
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
"Not a patron."
"so who are they to you?"
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
"I might as well."
"you should"
"How come?"
"its fun. you can earn some money if you're here for that, or simply fight skeletons if you want to"
"I suppose... I suppose I may do that..."
"itll at least be interesting"
gimme a perception check
21
you notice the whites of her eyes are pure black
"... Are your eyes supposed to be doing that?"
"mm? oh. yes, I was born with them. why do you think I was obsessed with healing?"
DECEPTION: 30
*gtg*
*can't beat that lol*
"Oh! That makes sense..."
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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.
"Hey, where do you think you're going!" If the skeleton remains within 30 feet of Fives, they raise a hand and the skelly flies towards it. They then crush its skull.
*Perfected Guardian Armor reaction to pull a creature that ends its turn within 30 feet of me into my reach and attack it if it gets there. Strength 19 save, please.*
Thunder Gauntlet attack: 14
Damage: 12
The skeleton dodges the attack with relative ease, STR: 17
It then attacks as a reaction:
Attack: 30 Damage: 17
*then nothing happens, the save failed so disregard the previous post and take the turn normally*
The skeleton strikes with its pike twice, then with the blunt end once.
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!"
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"What?"
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 ?
"then whom are you running from?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"Mari."
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 ?
"who isn't an enemy of your patron. so who are they?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"Not a patron."
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 ?
"so who are they to you?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"I feel like this is once again getting a bit too personal."
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 ?
"fine. do you think you'll participate in the tournament?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"I might as well."
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 ?
"you should"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"How come?"
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 ?
"its fun. you can earn some money if you're here for that, or simply fight skeletons if you want to"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"I suppose... I suppose I may do that..."
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 ?
"itll at least be interesting"
gimme a perception check
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
21
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 ?
you notice the whites of her eyes are pure black
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"... Are your eyes supposed to be doing that?"
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 ?
"mm? oh. yes, I was born with them. why do you think I was obsessed with healing?"
DECEPTION: 30
*gtg*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
*can't beat that lol*
"Oh! That makes sense..."
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 ?
Fives puts up a field and easily blocks the attacks, before striking back with a single electrified fist.
Shocking Grasp attack: 31
Damage: 11
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!"