“We’re just such a big organization. There’s only so much three legendary heroes can do against that many resources. And don’t worry, I didn’t swear their oath. But I am now part of the Institution. Technically.”
"Doesn't that mean you can take control of it, since you're a part of it? I'm still really unclear on how power and ordering people around works."
“I have security clearance. I don’t think I can go in and duel their leader.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
A gust of blistering wind disturbs the petals strewn across the path to the arena's entrance, and for the space of a breath the sounds of triumphal music are distant, faintly echoing. The actual act of teleportation that allows the black-glass figure to step into Zaidan is far more discreet than its preparation - a flicker of light, like a tiny orange dot, before they're stood in the middle of the street, potentially looking up at the arena from underneath the shade of their wide-brimmed, worn hat, of some kind of mismatched leather. Difficult to say for certain, as their semi-translucent head lacks any kind of facial feature. A long-barreled rifle is broken over their shoulder, angled to the side and with the stock held loosely in their left hand - the right keeps their hat firmly on their head within the brief wind of their own making. Their torso is covered by a poncho of some kind of thick-threaded white fabric, subtle overlapping circles stitched in a colour closer to tan, faded by design or age, and their bare forearms are likewise semi-translucent glass, less opaque than their head. Loose trousers of a similar colour, cinched by a bulky belt of hide, fall down their legs and stir slightly in the manufactured breeze, hems floating above feet contained in slim, thin-soled sandals similarly weathered to their hat.
Hanging from their hat, evenly spaced around the brim, are six coins of strange design - iron, with a square cut through the centre to allow tough twine to wrap securely around them and hold them fast to the hat. As the wind dies down, they take a couple of steps - one on the ground, one through the air - and land silently in front of the closest checkpoint, clothes undisturbed by their passage.
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.
A gust of blistering wind disturbs the petals strewn across the path to the arena's entrance, and for the space of a breath the sounds of triumphal music are distant, faintly echoing. The actual act of teleportation that allows the black-glass figure to step into Zaidan is far more discreet than its preparation - a flicker of light, like a tiny orange dot, before they're stood in the middle of the street, potentially looking up at the arena from underneath the shade of their wide-brimmed, worn hat, of some kind of mismatched leather. Difficult to say for certain, as their semi-translucent head lacks any kind of facial feature. A long-barreled rifle is broken over their shoulder, angled to the side and with the stock held loosely in their left hand - the right keeps their hat firmly on their head within the brief wind of their own making. Their torso is covered by a poncho of some kind of thick-threaded white fabric, subtle overlapping circles stitched in a colour closer to tan, faded by design or age, and their bare forearms are likewise semi-translucent glass, less opaque than their head. Loose trousers of a similar colour, cinched by a bulky belt of hide, fall down their legs and stir slightly in the manufactured breeze, hems floating above feet contained in slim, thin-soled sandals similarly weathered to their hat.
Hanging from their hat, evenly spaced around the brim, are six coins of strange design - iron, with a square cut through the centre to allow tough twine to wrap securely around them and hold them fast to the hat. As the wind dies down, they take a couple of steps - one on the ground, one through the air - and land silently in front of the closest checkpoint, clothes undisturbed by their passage.
HIIIIIIIIII PELT
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads
*Hello, Drizz and Gato! I didn't know I'd gotten anywhere near mythical.*
*You are mythic, i never met you before!
How are you doing?*
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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.
“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.)”
The paladin nods curtly and addresses the warden in a foreign language, gesturing with their free hand. The warden slowly takes their pen and scrawls a few letters in their logbook, letting out a low pitched grunt as the paladin nods, turning back to Atlas. "You will be detained in holding while we investigate the situation, for no more than two weeks. You will have your contact, and your bail will be posted."
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“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.)”
The paladin nods curtly and addresses the warden in a foreign language, gesturing with their free hand. The warden slowly takes their pen and scrawls a few letters in their logbook, letting out a low pitched grunt as the paladin nods, turning back to Atlas. "You will be detained in holding while we investigate the situation, for no more than two weeks. You will have your contact, and your bail will be posted."
"Thanks, I guess. You can leave now."
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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!
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
Three hits, CHA: 27 LR on a fail. That attack also misses. The trion takes a step back, holding onto their sword with a slight smile, barely noticeable under the hooked helmet. "It seems we are at the defining point in our match. I have conceded much ground to you already, and it has been an enjoyable experience thus far, but I still have an opponent wishing to meet me on the field of battle. I am offering you the chance to disengage now, before we continue, so that you are not left slighted. I find that melee combatants of your caliber take a certain offense to the efficiency of my standard fighting style." Their voice sounds like metal grating on metal, a thick monotone heavily accented by someone clearly raised in the more eastern, industrial sectors of Beilor.
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one hits on imperial, and cesspanon parries one hit, while the other finds home.
immerral attacks again (and the skeleton is supposed to have disadvantage on attacking her)
1st Attack: 29 Damage: 14 + 7
2nd Attack: 20 Damage: 17 + 8
Cesspanon appempts to grapple the skeleton with her rope, (DC 15 dex save or become restrained) and slashes again
1st Attack: 13 Damage: 12 + 17
2nd Attack: 14 Damage: 10 + 5
The skeleton drops into a pile of bones on the floor. She's left there standing with Cesspanon and Fives, though the sounds of a nearby battle ring out from about 300 ft to the right, a group of skeletal gnolls fighting two contestants, one fully armored with a spear and shield, the other hooded with a shotgun.
immerral calmly walks over, ordering cesspanon to follow
The one with the shotgun blows the head clean off from one of the gnolls, as three of the gnolls further away from the group turn their heads with a snarl, bounding towards her. Initiative: 8
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one hits on imperial, and cesspanon parries one hit, while the other finds home.
immerral attacks again (and the skeleton is supposed to have disadvantage on attacking her)
1st Attack: 29 Damage: 14 + 7
2nd Attack: 20 Damage: 17 + 8
Cesspanon appempts to grapple the skeleton with her rope, (DC 15 dex save or become restrained) and slashes again
1st Attack: 13 Damage: 12 + 17
2nd Attack: 14 Damage: 10 + 5
The skeleton drops into a pile of bones on the floor. She's left there standing with Cesspanon and Fives, though the sounds of a nearby battle ring out from about 300 ft to the right, a group of skeletal gnolls fighting two contestants, one fully armored with a spear and shield, the other hooded with a shotgun.
immerral calmly walks over, ordering cesspanon to follow
The one with the shotgun blows the head clean off from one of the gnolls, as three of the gnolls further away from the group turn their heads with a snarl, bounding towards her. Initiative: 8
INITATIVE: 3
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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...!
"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.
Before his shocking grasp kills it, he sees Immerral's sword cleave through the skeleton. Wordlessly, Immerral and Cesspanon turn and begin to walk away.
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Astor looks at him and says, " What's the event this time?" (for the record, in Zaidan, people are generally hostile towards elves, cyno said this)
*In Zaidan, specifically native elf species (such as maroon elves) are the only ones that face certain legal discriminations and plenty social ones as well. Offworlders wouldn’t know about it unless they read up prior, and Zaidanians don’t treat off world elves differently than normal. Astor would also need to be in Balra for this to be happening.*
*But Astor still faces legal discrimination, correct?*
*In some senses. He has citizenship, a right to ascend ranks in a House, can own property, but cannot hold government office and such. He also has legal protections, killing elves isn’t legal and neither is mutilating them, assaulting them, and things like that. The most danger Astor faces is people trying to kill him to take his eyes.*
*so how are you?*
*I'm good, took a long nap.*
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A gust of blistering wind disturbs the petals strewn across the path to the arena's entrance, and for the space of a breath the sounds of triumphal music are distant, faintly echoing. The actual act of teleportation that allows the black-glass figure to step into Zaidan is far more discreet than its preparation - a flicker of light, like a tiny orange dot, before they're stood in the middle of the street, potentially looking up at the arena from underneath the shade of their wide-brimmed, worn hat, of some kind of mismatched leather. Difficult to say for certain, as their semi-translucent head lacks any kind of facial feature. A long-barreled rifle is broken over their shoulder, angled to the side and with the stock held loosely in their left hand - the right keeps their hat firmly on their head within the brief wind of their own making. Their torso is covered by a poncho of some kind of thick-threaded white fabric, subtle overlapping circles stitched in a colour closer to tan, faded by design or age, and their bare forearms are likewise semi-translucent glass, less opaque than their head. Loose trousers of a similar colour, cinched by a bulky belt of hide, fall down their legs and stir slightly in the manufactured breeze, hems floating above feet contained in slim, thin-soled sandals similarly weathered to their hat.
Hanging from their hat, evenly spaced around the brim, are six coins of strange design - iron, with a square cut through the centre to allow tough twine to wrap securely around them and hold them fast to the hat. As the wind dies down, they take a couple of steps - one on the ground, one through the air - and land silently in front of the closest checkpoint, clothes undisturbed by their passage.
The armored, pale furred leonin looks them up and down, though their expression doesn't change. "Full name please. Have you registered beforehand?"
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Astor looks at him and says, " What's the event this time?" (for the record, in Zaidan, people are generally hostile towards elves, cyno said this)
*In Zaidan, specifically native elf species (such as maroon elves) are the only ones that face certain legal discriminations and plenty social ones as well. Offworlders wouldn’t know about it unless they read up prior, and Zaidanians don’t treat off world elves differently than normal. Astor would also need to be in Balra for this to be happening.*
*But Astor still faces legal discrimination, correct?*
*In some senses. He has citizenship, a right to ascend ranks in a House, can own property, but cannot hold government office and such. He also has legal protections, killing elves isn’t legal and neither is mutilating them, assaulting them, and things like that. The most danger Astor faces is people trying to kill him to take his eyes.*
*so how are you?*
*I'm good, took a long nap.*
*Nice, I'll be on Discord later. I lost my JLab earbuds, so I'll have to buy some later*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads
Hanging from their hat, evenly spaced around the brim, are six coins of strange design - iron, with a square cut through the centre to allow tough twine to wrap securely around them and hold them fast to the hat. As the wind dies down, they take a couple of steps - one on the ground, one through the air - and land silently in front of the closest checkpoint, clothes undisturbed by their passage.
The armored, pale furred leonin looks them up and down, though their expression doesn't change. "Full name please. Have you registered beforehand?"
"Rydri. No surname. And no, never - this is my first time in Balra, actually. Do I need to declare anything? This is reminding me of your border control." Rydri moves their head up and down as the leonin does, copying the gesture.
Dey is observing everything happening on the killing floor, with a plate of street food and a small bag of what look like tumbled amber nuggets
Kaia’s barricaded herself in her room at the Sphinx. The tip of a knife protrudes from the solid wood door
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
Atticus doesn't resist. He's been banished before.
When he returns, he falls to the ground, landing on his face. There's still a hole in his chest. "Thanks, little friend." His voice is muffled by the earth. He gets up, and immediately sits down. "How are you doing?"
The void beast morphs a few of its tendrils into a small hand and gives a thumbs up.
He smiles. "That's great! Do you have a name?" He writes his own name in the dirt with a stick. "That's mine. Atticus."
The creature shakes its head sadly.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
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“I have security clearance. I don’t think I can go in and duel their leader.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
A gust of blistering wind disturbs the petals strewn across the path to the arena's entrance, and for the space of a breath the sounds of triumphal music are distant, faintly echoing. The actual act of teleportation that allows the black-glass figure to step into Zaidan is far more discreet than its preparation - a flicker of light, like a tiny orange dot, before they're stood in the middle of the street, potentially looking up at the arena from underneath the shade of their wide-brimmed, worn hat, of some kind of mismatched leather. Difficult to say for certain, as their semi-translucent head lacks any kind of facial feature. A long-barreled rifle is broken over their shoulder, angled to the side and with the stock held loosely in their left hand - the right keeps their hat firmly on their head within the brief wind of their own making. Their torso is covered by a poncho of some kind of thick-threaded white fabric, subtle overlapping circles stitched in a colour closer to tan, faded by design or age, and their bare forearms are likewise semi-translucent glass, less opaque than their head. Loose trousers of a similar colour, cinched by a bulky belt of hide, fall down their legs and stir slightly in the manufactured breeze, hems floating above feet contained in slim, thin-soled sandals similarly weathered to their hat.
Hanging from their hat, evenly spaced around the brim, are six coins of strange design - iron, with a square cut through the centre to allow tough twine to wrap securely around them and hold them fast to the hat. As the wind dies down, they take a couple of steps - one on the ground, one through the air - and land silently in front of the closest checkpoint, clothes undisturbed by their passage.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*IS THAT THE MYTHICAL REDPELT?*
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.
HIIIIIIIIII PELT
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads
PM me the word avocado :P
*Hello, Drizz and Gato! I didn't know I'd gotten anywhere near mythical.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*You are mythic, i never met you before!
How are you doing?*
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.
I didn't either
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads
PM me the word avocado :P
The paladin nods curtly and addresses the warden in a foreign language, gesturing with their free hand. The warden slowly takes their pen and scrawls a few letters in their logbook, letting out a low pitched grunt as the paladin nods, turning back to Atlas. "You will be detained in holding while we investigate the situation, for no more than two weeks. You will have your contact, and your bail will be posted."
— 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
"Thanks, I guess. You can leave now."
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!
*hi cyno*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads
PM me the word avocado :P
Three hits, CHA: 27 LR on a fail. That attack also misses. The trion takes a step back, holding onto their sword with a slight smile, barely noticeable under the hooked helmet. "It seems we are at the defining point in our match. I have conceded much ground to you already, and it has been an enjoyable experience thus far, but I still have an opponent wishing to meet me on the field of battle. I am offering you the chance to disengage now, before we continue, so that you are not left slighted. I find that melee combatants of your caliber take a certain offense to the efficiency of my standard fighting style." Their voice sounds like metal grating on metal, a thick monotone heavily accented by someone clearly raised in the more eastern, industrial sectors of Beilor.
— 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
The one with the shotgun blows the head clean off from one of the gnolls, as three of the gnolls further away from the group turn their heads with a snarl, bounding towards her. Initiative: 8
— 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
INITATIVE: 3
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
Before his shocking grasp kills it, he sees Immerral's sword cleave through the skeleton. Wordlessly, Immerral and Cesspanon turn and begin to walk away.
— 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
*I'm good, took a long nap.*
— 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
The armored, pale furred leonin looks them up and down, though their expression doesn't change. "Full name please. Have you registered beforehand?"
— 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
*Nice, I'll be on Discord later. I lost my JLab earbuds, so I'll have to buy some later*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads
PM me the word avocado :P
"Rydri. No surname. And no, never - this is my first time in Balra, actually. Do I need to declare anything? This is reminding me of your border control." Rydri moves their head up and down as the leonin does, copying the gesture.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Dey is observing everything happening on the killing floor, with a plate of street food and a small bag of what look like tumbled amber nuggets
Kaia’s barricaded herself in her room at the Sphinx. The tip of a knife protrudes from the solid wood door
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The creature shakes its head sadly.
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!"