"Is there anything you do want? Or would you be happy just chilling?"
Atticus begins to feel an odd, regular vibration through his feet - like the footsteps of something very heavy, moving at a sprint. He's not given much time to ponder the strangeness of it - a (clearly Zaidanian) warrior in full plate smashes through the wall behind him using their shield as a battering ram, continuing the motion to slam into Atticus. The ensuing dust cloud obscures most of their features - Atticus catches glimpses of dull gray plate, scratched and worn from use but gleaming from recent care, muscles like bunches of black cables, and a throat brand that reminds him of a horse despite its lack of resemblance to a real horse, formed of brief, crude lines. The brand flares red and a studded baton held in the warrior's grip spits sparks, shield upraised in front of them, and a telepathic voice more akin to a klaxon or crashing metal rolls into his mind at great volume. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE CRIMES OF MURDER, EVASION OF JUSTICE, AND THE PRACTICE OF VIGILANTEEISM. RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH POTENTIALLY LETHAL FORCE. SURRENDER NOW, AND THE LAW WILL JUDGE YOU FAIRLY.
immerral stomps her foot, creating a magical circle around and behind her, before stepping back.
*magic circle, targeting undead*
cesspanon flies up, and shoots three arrows at the gnolls
1st Attack: 21 Damage: 11 + 8
2nd Attack: 22 Damage: 7 + 15
3rd Attack: 16 Damage: 7 + 14
*Casting time for magic circle is one minute, or ten rounds.*
*oh. sry, didn't read that. mb*
*replace it with sanctuary, targeting herself*
*Gotcha, all good*
The three gnolls, unable to successfuly reach Cesspanon, try their best to attack Immerral.
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immerral's hand glows, as she knits most of her wounds, her armor immaculate as ever
cesspanon fires thrice more
1st Attack: 25 Damage: 8 + 14
2nd Attack: 15 Damage: 6 + 14
3rd Attack: 17 Damage: 7 + 20
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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'm Vedsan. There, stated. Strong preference for Zone 2." Rydri glances around, hmming quietly, before resuming 'eye contact'. "Any recommendations for my time on the floor? Besides 'don't break the law', I've already had that one." They mimic a comically deep voice for a moment, slipping back into their ordinary tonelessness afterward. "Oh, and is there anyone here that maintains weapons, and such? Might want to get my kit looked over by a paid professional."
"Plenty weaponsmiths in the city. I can hand you a map afterwards, though I've heard Vedsans may be allergic to those." They hand Rydri a small, gold disk, about the size of their palm. It has a small button on the top. "Push it when you're ready to leave. As for recommendations, I would suggest going for smaller initial kills, wait for other contestants to rack up higher counts. Then, switch to targeting people only. Around half way through your time slot, nearly everyone you meet will be worth significantly more than any undead you would end up killing there."
"I don't share that allergy. A map would be greatly appreciated." Rydri takes the disk and tucks it into their hatband. "Advice also appreciated. Thanks, friend. I just walk on through? Are the zones marked?" Rydri flips the rifle off their shoulder and checks the sights without snapping it together, movements clinically professional.
"Is there anything you do want? Or would you be happy just chilling?"
Atticus begins to feel an odd, regular vibration through his feet - like the footsteps of something very heavy, moving at a sprint. He's not given much time to ponder the strangeness of it - a (clearly Zaidanian) warrior in full plate smashes through the wall behind him using their shield as a battering ram, continuing the motion to slam into Atticus. The ensuing dust cloud obscures most of their features - Atticus catches glimpses of dull gray plate, scratched and worn from use but gleaming from recent care, muscles like bunches of black cables, and a throat brand that reminds him of a horse despite its lack of resemblance to a real horse, formed of brief, crude lines. The brand flares red and a studded baton held in the warrior's grip spits sparks, shield upraised in front of them, and a telepathic voice more akin to a klaxon or crashing metal rolls into his mind at great volume. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE CRIMES OF MURDER, EVASION OF JUSTICE, AND THE PRACTICE OF VIGILANTEEISM. RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH POTENTIALLY LETHAL FORCE. SURRENDER NOW, AND THE LAW WILL JUDGE YOU FAIRLY.
*Make a STR save.*
Atticus' small body is reduced to a black smear. His false eye, a black, swirling orb of malediction and black magic, clatters to the ground.
On it is a sticky note, held on not by its own adhesive but by Atticus' blood. Not impressed. See you in 1,000 years. -Sic Semper Tyrannus-
"Is there anything you do want? Or would you be happy just chilling?"
Atticus begins to feel an odd, regular vibration through his feet - like the footsteps of something very heavy, moving at a sprint. He's not given much time to ponder the strangeness of it - a (clearly Zaidanian) warrior in full plate smashes through the wall behind him using their shield as a battering ram, continuing the motion to slam into Atticus. The ensuing dust cloud obscures most of their features - Atticus catches glimpses of dull gray plate, scratched and worn from use but gleaming from recent care, muscles like bunches of black cables, and a throat brand that reminds him of a horse despite its lack of resemblance to a real horse, formed of brief, crude lines. The brand flares red and a studded baton held in the warrior's grip spits sparks, shield upraised in front of them, and a telepathic voice more akin to a klaxon or crashing metal rolls into his mind at great volume. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE CRIMES OF MURDER, EVASION OF JUSTICE, AND THE PRACTICE OF VIGILANTEEISM. RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH POTENTIALLY LETHAL FORCE. SURRENDER NOW, AND THE LAW WILL JUDGE YOU FAIRLY.
*Make a STR save.*
Atticus' small body is reduced to a black smear. His false eye, a black, swirling orb of malediction and black magic, clatters to the ground.
On it is a sticky note, held on not by its own adhesive but by Atticus' blood. Not impressed. See you in 1,000 years. -Sic Semper Tyrannus-
"Yeah. I understand. But I'd rather be alone, y'know."
"Your preferences are duly noted, and weigh no say in the eyes of the law. You may furthermore keep those preferences to yourself." They reply curtly, using a free hand to unhook the gated door to the second level of the establishment, leading him down to a cell to the right. It's maybe 15 by 15 ft total, with a cot set up and a bathroom tucked around the corner, no sink. The rest of the room is bare except for a cubby built into the wall with three books in it. "You will be given regular meals at set times while you stay here." They hand him what looks like a uniform, white with two bright red arm-band stripes. "Change into this. I will then check you for remaining gear. If you are found withholding any other materials on your person, you will be punished accordingly."
Atlas inspects the books. "I'd rather not. It doesn't look very comfortable. Do you have like... bracelets or tattoos you could use to mark me as a prisoner instead? I once was imprisoned in a world with those. And no water? I want water. I'm kinda thirsty." He's clearly trying his best to annoy the paladin.
In one quick motion, the paladin draws their glaive and slams the blunt side of it into the side of his head. It's impossible to dodge with the cuffs on, and Atlas only gets a moment to recover before they strike again, knocking Atlas onto the floor. "You have been charged with resisting compliance with an officer of the law, added to your record, effective immediately." The paladin says coolly. "Continue to resist. I would love to witness it."
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"Yeah. I understand. But I'd rather be alone, y'know."
"Your preferences are duly noted, and weigh no say in the eyes of the law. You may furthermore keep those preferences to yourself." They reply curtly, using a free hand to unhook the gated door to the second level of the establishment, leading him down to a cell to the right. It's maybe 15 by 15 ft total, with a cot set up and a bathroom tucked around the corner, no sink. The rest of the room is bare except for a cubby built into the wall with three books in it. "You will be given regular meals at set times while you stay here." They hand him what looks like a uniform, white with two bright red arm-band stripes. "Change into this. I will then check you for remaining gear. If you are found withholding any other materials on your person, you will be punished accordingly."
Atlas inspects the books. "I'd rather not. It doesn't look very comfortable. Do you have like... bracelets or tattoos you could use to mark me as a prisoner instead? I once was imprisoned in a world with those. And no water? I want water. I'm kinda thirsty." He's clearly trying his best to annoy the paladin.
In one quick motion, the paladin draws their glaive and slams the blunt side of it into the side of his head. It's impossible to dodge with the cuffs on, and Atlas only gets a moment to recover before they strike again, knocking Atlas onto the floor. "You have been charged with resisting compliance with an officer of the law, added to your record, effective immediately." The paladin says coolly. "Continue to resist. I would love to witness it."
"Ow! You're gonna kill me!"
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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!
"Is there anything you do want? Or would you be happy just chilling?"
Atticus begins to feel an odd, regular vibration through his feet - like the footsteps of something very heavy, moving at a sprint. He's not given much time to ponder the strangeness of it - a (clearly Zaidanian) warrior in full plate smashes through the wall behind him using their shield as a battering ram, continuing the motion to slam into Atticus. The ensuing dust cloud obscures most of their features - Atticus catches glimpses of dull gray plate, scratched and worn from use but gleaming from recent care, muscles like bunches of black cables, and a throat brand that reminds him of a horse despite its lack of resemblance to a real horse, formed of brief, crude lines. The brand flares red and a studded baton held in the warrior's grip spits sparks, shield upraised in front of them, and a telepathic voice more akin to a klaxon or crashing metal rolls into his mind at great volume. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE CRIMES OF MURDER, EVASION OF JUSTICE, AND THE PRACTICE OF VIGILANTEEISM. RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH POTENTIALLY LETHAL FORCE. SURRENDER NOW, AND THE LAW WILL JUDGE YOU FAIRLY.
*Make a STR save.*
Atticus' small body is reduced to a black smear. His false eye, a black, swirling orb of malediction and black magic, clatters to the ground.
On it is a sticky note, held on not by its own adhesive but by Atticus' blood. Not impressed. See you in 1,000 years. -Sic Semper Tyrannus-
*Is that a spell?*
*Nope, he actually just died and left a note.*
*This is basically his schtick: He comes back every 1,000 years, but he starts from zero every time. He could reappear anywhere in the universe, but usually near that eye, the Uzumaki Scrapple. It's basically if you condensed like, an acre of the Abyss into a demiplane the size of a small house. It's a very unpleasant item, and he's one of the few people who makes them consistently.*
"Is there anything you do want? Or would you be happy just chilling?"
Atticus begins to feel an odd, regular vibration through his feet - like the footsteps of something very heavy, moving at a sprint. He's not given much time to ponder the strangeness of it - a (clearly Zaidanian) warrior in full plate smashes through the wall behind him using their shield as a battering ram, continuing the motion to slam into Atticus. The ensuing dust cloud obscures most of their features - Atticus catches glimpses of dull gray plate, scratched and worn from use but gleaming from recent care, muscles like bunches of black cables, and a throat brand that reminds him of a horse despite its lack of resemblance to a real horse, formed of brief, crude lines. The brand flares red and a studded baton held in the warrior's grip spits sparks, shield upraised in front of them, and a telepathic voice more akin to a klaxon or crashing metal rolls into his mind at great volume. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE CRIMES OF MURDER, EVASION OF JUSTICE, AND THE PRACTICE OF VIGILANTEEISM. RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH POTENTIALLY LETHAL FORCE. SURRENDER NOW, AND THE LAW WILL JUDGE YOU FAIRLY.
*Make a STR save.*
Atticus' small body is reduced to a black smear. His false eye, a black, swirling orb of malediction and black magic, clatters to the ground.
On it is a sticky note, held on not by its own adhesive but by Atticus' blood. Not impressed. See you in 1,000 years. -Sic Semper Tyrannus-
*Is that a spell?*
*Nope, he actually just died and left a note.*
*This is basically his schtick: He comes back every 1,000 years, but he starts from zero every time. He could reappear anywhere in the universe, but usually near that eye, the Uzumaki Scrapple. It's basically if you condensed like, an acre of the Abyss into a demiplane the size of a small house. It's a very unpleasant item, and he's one of the few people who makes them consistently.*
immerral's hand glows, as she knits most of her wounds, her armor immaculate as ever
cesspanon fires thrice more
1st Attack: 25 Damage: 8 + 14
2nd Attack: 15 Damage: 6 + 14
3rd Attack: 17 Damage: 7 + 20
Two hits, the gnoll now with four arrows sticking out of it. It stumbles forward and collapses with a howl, as the rest of the gnolls snarl in response and leap at Immerral with a fury.
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"I'm Vedsan. There, stated. Strong preference for Zone 2." Rydri glances around, hmming quietly, before resuming 'eye contact'. "Any recommendations for my time on the floor? Besides 'don't break the law', I've already had that one." They mimic a comically deep voice for a moment, slipping back into their ordinary tonelessness afterward. "Oh, and is there anyone here that maintains weapons, and such? Might want to get my kit looked over by a paid professional."
"Plenty weaponsmiths in the city. I can hand you a map afterwards, though I've heard Vedsans may be allergic to those." They hand Rydri a small, gold disk, about the size of their palm. It has a small button on the top. "Push it when you're ready to leave. As for recommendations, I would suggest going for smaller initial kills, wait for other contestants to rack up higher counts. Then, switch to targeting people only. Around half way through your time slot, nearly everyone you meet will be worth significantly more than any undead you would end up killing there."
"I don't share that allergy. A map would be greatly appreciated." Rydri takes the disk and tucks it into their hatband. "Advice also appreciated. Thanks, friend. I just walk on through? Are the zones marked?" Rydri flips the rifle off their shoulder and checks the sights without snapping it together, movements clinically professional.
"The disk button. I didn't explain that very well." They clear their throat. "The button transports you to your Zone. After you arrive, you are unable to leave except through death. When you die, you'll be transported back to the infirmary for resurrection."
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*This is basically his schtick: He comes back every 1,000 years, but he starts from zero every time. He could reappear anywhere in the universe, but usually near that eye, the Uzumaki Scrapple. It's basically if you condensed like, an acre of the Abyss into a demiplane the size of a small house. It's a very unpleasant item, and he's one of the few people who makes them consistently.*
*Does that require an action of any kind?*
*To make it? Yeah, it takes a long time. You have to make the vessel, which takes weeks for a skilled abjurer, then you have to collect all the malevolence you want inside of it.*
*He had it in his skull this entire time, since before he even came here. He used it as a focus.*
*If you mean to come back to life, no. It can't be stopped, even by him. He's spent a couple lifetimes doing nothing because he was bored of tearing apart kingdoms he decided were "tyrannical."*
"That will be of no fault to be, and a consequence of your repetitive actions against advised protocol." The paladin slams the butt of their glaive into his stomach. "Now, put on the uniform. You will not receive water until your allotted meal time."
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"The disk button. I didn't explain that very well." They clear their throat. "The button transports you to your Zone. After you arrive, you are unable to leave except through death. When you die, you'll be transported back to the infirmary for resurrection."
"Perfect. We'll see how I do, then." They snap the rifle closed and check the mechanism before pressing the button without bothering to remove it from their hatband.
*This is basically his schtick: He comes back every 1,000 years, but he starts from zero every time. He could reappear anywhere in the universe, but usually near that eye, the Uzumaki Scrapple. It's basically if you condensed like, an acre of the Abyss into a demiplane the size of a small house. It's a very unpleasant item, and he's one of the few people who makes them consistently.*
*Does that require an action of any kind?*
*To make it? Yeah, it takes a long time. You have to make the vessel, which takes weeks for a skilled abjurer, then you have to collect all the malevolence you want inside of it.*
*He had it in his skull this entire time, since before he even came here. He used it as a focus.*
*If you mean to come back to life, no. It can't be stopped, even by him. He's spent a couple lifetimes doing nothing because he was bored of tearing apart kingdoms he decided were "tyrannical."*
*This is basically his schtick: He comes back every 1,000 years, but he starts from zero every time. He could reappear anywhere in the universe, but usually near that eye, the Uzumaki Scrapple. It's basically if you condensed like, an acre of the Abyss into a demiplane the size of a small house. It's a very unpleasant item, and he's one of the few people who makes them consistently.*
*Does that require an action of any kind?*
*To make it? Yeah, it takes a long time. You have to make the vessel, which takes weeks for a skilled abjurer, then you have to collect all the malevolence you want inside of it.*
*He had it in his skull this entire time, since before he even came here. He used it as a focus.*
*If you mean to come back to life, no. It can't be stopped, even by him. He's spent a couple lifetimes doing nothing because he was bored of tearing apart kingdoms he decided were "tyrannical."*
*I meant to die spontaneously.*
*Ah, I misunderstood.*
*No. He basically released his hold on his body. He's closer to a lich or a revenant than an actual living being.*
*I guess you could catch his soul with Soul Cage or something like that, but it's not coming back for 1,000 years if ever, so unless punishment is very important here I don't think there's a reason to.*
*No. He basically released his hold on his body. He's closer to a lich or a revenant than an actual living being.*
*I guess you could catch his soul with Soul Cage or something like that, but it's not coming back for 1,000 years if ever, so unless punishment is very important here I don't think there's a reason to.*
The warrior takes some time to examine the blood and the note, leaving both undisturbed, before reattaching their baton to their belt and touching their fingertips to the brand on their throat. They're going to try and Divine Intervention to summon Atticus back here/True Resurrection/other option by asking a favour from their patron.
Divine Intervention: 70
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Atticus begins to feel an odd, regular vibration through his feet - like the footsteps of something very heavy, moving at a sprint. He's not given much time to ponder the strangeness of it - a (clearly Zaidanian) warrior in full plate smashes through the wall behind him using their shield as a battering ram, continuing the motion to slam into Atticus. The ensuing dust cloud obscures most of their features - Atticus catches glimpses of dull gray plate, scratched and worn from use but gleaming from recent care, muscles like bunches of black cables, and a throat brand that reminds him of a horse despite its lack of resemblance to a real horse, formed of brief, crude lines. The brand flares red and a studded baton held in the warrior's grip spits sparks, shield upraised in front of them, and a telepathic voice more akin to a klaxon or crashing metal rolls into his mind at great volume. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE CRIMES OF MURDER, EVASION OF JUSTICE, AND THE PRACTICE OF VIGILANTEEISM. RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH POTENTIALLY LETHAL FORCE. SURRENDER NOW, AND THE LAW WILL JUDGE YOU FAIRLY.
*Make a STR save.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
immerral's hand glows, as she knits most of her wounds, her armor immaculate as ever
cesspanon fires thrice more
1st Attack: 25 Damage: 8 + 14
2nd Attack: 15 Damage: 6 + 14
3rd Attack: 17 Damage: 7 + 20
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 don't share that allergy. A map would be greatly appreciated." Rydri takes the disk and tucks it into their hatband. "Advice also appreciated. Thanks, friend. I just walk on through? Are the zones marked?" Rydri flips the rifle off their shoulder and checks the sights without snapping it together, movements clinically professional.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
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Atticus' small body is reduced to a black smear. His false eye, a black, swirling orb of malediction and black magic, clatters to the ground.
On it is a sticky note, held on not by its own adhesive but by Atticus' blood.
Not impressed. See you in 1,000 years.
-Sic Semper Tyrannus-
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Is that a spell?*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
In one quick motion, the paladin draws their glaive and slams the blunt side of it into the side of his head. It's impossible to dodge with the cuffs on, and Atlas only gets a moment to recover before they strike again, knocking Atlas onto the floor. "You have been charged with resisting compliance with an officer of the law, added to your record, effective immediately." The paladin says coolly. "Continue to resist. I would love to witness it."
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making a smoothie for meta
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"Ow! You're gonna kill me!"
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!
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*Nope, he actually just died and left a note.*
*This is basically his schtick: He comes back every 1,000 years, but he starts from zero every time. He could reappear anywhere in the universe, but usually near that eye, the Uzumaki Scrapple. It's basically if you condensed like, an acre of the Abyss into a demiplane the size of a small house. It's a very unpleasant item, and he's one of the few people who makes them consistently.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Does that require an action of any kind?*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Two hits, the gnoll now with four arrows sticking out of it. It stumbles forward and collapses with a howl, as the rest of the gnolls snarl in response and leap at Immerral with a fury.
G1:
Attack: 24 Damage: 13 WIS: 27
Attack: 18 Damage: 20 WIS: 10
+ 6
G2:
Attack: 21 Damage: 20 WIS: 28
Attack: 19 Damage: 21 WIS: 24
+ 21
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"The disk button. I didn't explain that very well." They clear their throat. "The button transports you to your Zone. After you arrive, you are unable to leave except through death. When you die, you'll be transported back to the infirmary for resurrection."
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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
*To make it? Yeah, it takes a long time. You have to make the vessel, which takes weeks for a skilled abjurer, then you have to collect all the malevolence you want inside of it.*
*He had it in his skull this entire time, since before he even came here. He used it as a focus.*
*If you mean to come back to life, no. It can't be stopped, even by him. He's spent a couple lifetimes doing nothing because he was bored of tearing apart kingdoms he decided were "tyrannical."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That will be of no fault to be, and a consequence of your repetitive actions against advised protocol." The paladin slams the butt of their glaive into his stomach. "Now, put on the uniform. You will not receive water until your allotted meal time."
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making a smoothie for meta
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"Perfect. We'll see how I do, then." They snap the rifle closed and check the mechanism before pressing the button without bothering to remove it from their hatband.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*I meant to die spontaneously.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Ah, I misunderstood.*
*No. He basically released his hold on his body. He's closer to a lich or a revenant than an actual living being.*
*I guess you could catch his soul with Soul Cage or something like that, but it's not coming back for 1,000 years if ever, so unless punishment is very important here I don't think there's a reason to.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If you were really hoping to punish Atticus, I could have him not do that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The warrior takes some time to examine the blood and the note, leaving both undisturbed, before reattaching their baton to their belt and touching their fingertips to the brand on their throat. They're going to try and Divine Intervention to summon Atticus back here/True Resurrection/other option by asking a favour from their patron.
Divine Intervention: 70
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.