CZ *that's what I'm calling them from now on* swoops around campus, leathery body enjoying the rush of air in the twilight sky. They shriek something unintelligible before diving back to the ground, perching on the stones with their talons.
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CZ *that's what I'm calling them from now on* swoops around campus, leathery body enjoying the rush of air in the twilight sky. They shriek something unintelligible before diving back to the ground, perching on the stones with their talons.
Naarak flies by, a trail of flame following him. He is muttering oddly, as if occupied in thought.
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Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
CZ *that's what I'm calling them from now on* swoops around campus, leathery body enjoying the rush of air in the twilight sky. They shriek something unintelligible before diving back to the ground, perching on the stones with their talons.
Naarak flies by, a trail of flame following him. He is muttering oddly, as if occupied in thought.
"Na-Naarak!" cries CZ, delighted. Surprisingly, they've come to like the old fellow during their time here. "What are you doing?" they ask, flapping their wings to fly alongside him.
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A professional goofball, writer, and frisbee player. Probably the best thing to happen to you since you woke up this morning. DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask) You're amazing, don't you know that? All of you. Extended sig here, check it out!
CZ *that's what I'm calling them from now on* swoops around campus, leathery body enjoying the rush of air in the twilight sky. They shriek something unintelligible before diving back to the ground, perching on the stones with their talons.
Naarak flies by, a trail of flame following him. He is muttering oddly, as if occupied in thought.
"Na-Naarak!" cries CZ, delighted. Surprisingly, they've come to like the old fellow during their time here. "What are you doing?" they ask, flapping their wings to fly alongside him.
He turns to CZ, appearing distracted. "What was that? Oh, right. Calculating probabilities for the next Mage Sands. It appears the chances of death by heatstroke are far higher than any other..." His flames dim for a moment before brightening. "Perhaps it is worth contacting the white dragons in the mountains to see if they could aid in leveling out the temperature. Hmm..."
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Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
CZ *that's what I'm calling them from now on* swoops around campus, leathery body enjoying the rush of air in the twilight sky. They shriek something unintelligible before diving back to the ground, perching on the stones with their talons.
Naarak flies by, a trail of flame following him. He is muttering oddly, as if occupied in thought.
"Na-Naarak!" cries CZ, delighted. Surprisingly, they've come to like the old fellow during their time here. "What are you doing?" they ask, flapping their wings to fly alongside him.
He turns to CZ, appearing distracted. "What was that? Oh, right. Calculating probabilities for the next Mage Sands. It appears the chances of death by heatstroke are far higher than any other..." His flames dim for a moment before brightening. "Perhaps it is worth contacting the white dragons in the mountains to see if they could aid in leveling out the temperature. Hmm..."
"Heat stroke? White dragons? What?"
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A professional goofball, writer, and frisbee player. Probably the best thing to happen to you since you woke up this morning. DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask) You're amazing, don't you know that? All of you. Extended sig here, check it out!
Sulfyrex is taking stock of her domain, Morel, her awakened mushroom companion by her side
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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 Archmage of I CAST...!
CZ *that's what I'm calling them from now on* swoops around campus, leathery body enjoying the rush of air in the twilight sky. They shriek something unintelligible before diving back to the ground, perching on the stones with their talons.
Naarak flies by, a trail of flame following him. He is muttering oddly, as if occupied in thought.
"Na-Naarak!" cries CZ, delighted. Surprisingly, they've come to like the old fellow during their time here. "What are you doing?" they ask, flapping their wings to fly alongside him.
He turns to CZ, appearing distracted. "What was that? Oh, right. Calculating probabilities for the next Mage Sands. It appears the chances of death by heatstroke are far higher than any other..." His flames dim for a moment before brightening. "Perhaps it is worth contacting the white dragons in the mountains to see if they could aid in leveling out the temperature. Hmm..."
"Heat stroke? White dragons? What?"
"We were going to host the competition in a collapsing desert demiplane. The temperature is far too high, but white dragons are excellent at lowering the temperature." He sighs and rolls his... sparks. "Even if most of the students think the only thing they're good at is giving the cold shoulder."
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Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
CZ *that's what I'm calling them from now on* swoops around campus, leathery body enjoying the rush of air in the twilight sky. They shriek something unintelligible before diving back to the ground, perching on the stones with their talons.
Naarak flies by, a trail of flame following him. He is muttering oddly, as if occupied in thought.
"Na-Naarak!" cries CZ, delighted. Surprisingly, they've come to like the old fellow during their time here. "What are you doing?" they ask, flapping their wings to fly alongside him.
He turns to CZ, appearing distracted. "What was that? Oh, right. Calculating probabilities for the next Mage Sands. It appears the chances of death by heatstroke are far higher than any other..." His flames dim for a moment before brightening. "Perhaps it is worth contacting the white dragons in the mountains to see if they could aid in leveling out the temperature. Hmm..."
"Heat stroke? White dragons? What?"
"We were going to host the competition in a collapsing desert demiplane. The temperature is far too high, but white dragons are excellent at lowering the temperature." He sighs and rolls his... sparks. "Even if most of the students think the only thing they're good at is giving the cold shoulder."
"Oh. Well. How would you get a white dragon into the demiplane, now that I'm thinking about it?"
A professional goofball, writer, and frisbee player. Probably the best thing to happen to you since you woke up this morning. DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask) You're amazing, don't you know that? All of you. Extended sig here, check it out!
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 Archmage of I CAST...!
He turns to CZ, appearing distracted. "What was that? Oh, right. Calculating probabilities for the next Mage Sands. It appears the chances of death by heatstroke are far higher than any other..." His flames dim for a moment before brightening. "Perhaps it is worth contacting the white dragons in the mountains to see if they could aid in leveling out the temperature. Hmm..."
"Heat stroke? White dragons? What?"
"We were going to host the competition in a collapsing desert demiplane. The temperature is far too high, but white dragons are excellent at lowering the temperature." He sighs and rolls his... sparks. "Even if most of the students think the only thing they're good at is giving the cold shoulder."
"Oh. Well. How would you get a white dragon into the demiplane, now that I'm thinking about it?"
"Uri would need to link to a teleportation circle in the demiplane. Then we would need to convince the dragon in question it wasn't a trap." He thinks a moment. "The latter part would be the difficult one."
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Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
Sulfyrex is taking stock of her domain, Morel, her awakened mushroom companion by her side
*Okay, first: Morel is an amazing name. To the point where it is also a boardgame.*
Uri is walking around the edges of the swamp, inspecting local fauna and taking notes on a scroll.
*its a very cool-looking mushroom*
Sulfyrex flaps down behind them. she's small, even for a young dragon, but her acid green eyes betray her fiendish intelligince.
"and what are you doing so close to my domain?"
*I agree.*
Uri glances up. "I was seeing how many creatures remained after you established the zone as your own. Oddly enough, most of the creatures seem to have just accepted your presence and continued going about their normal lives - although admittedly more cautiously." She frowns. "And I believe that you claim the interior, not the edge."
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Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
He turns to CZ, appearing distracted. "What was that? Oh, right. Calculating probabilities for the next Mage Sands. It appears the chances of death by heatstroke are far higher than any other..." His flames dim for a moment before brightening. "Perhaps it is worth contacting the white dragons in the mountains to see if they could aid in leveling out the temperature. Hmm..."
"Heat stroke? White dragons? What?"
"We were going to host the competition in a collapsing desert demiplane. The temperature is far too high, but white dragons are excellent at lowering the temperature." He sighs and rolls his... sparks. "Even if most of the students think the only thing they're good at is giving the cold shoulder."
"Oh. Well. How would you get a white dragon into the demiplane, now that I'm thinking about it?"
"Uri would need to link to a teleportation circle in the demiplane. Then we would need to convince the dragon in question it wasn't a trap." He thinks a moment. "The latter part would be the difficult one."
"Certainly." With that, CZ flies away, leaving him to his mutterings. They'll return to her room and flop on the bed (as best as they can).
A professional goofball, writer, and frisbee player. Probably the best thing to happen to you since you woke up this morning. DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask) You're amazing, don't you know that? All of you. Extended sig here, check it out!
Sulfyrex is taking stock of her domain, Morel, her awakened mushroom companion by her side
*Okay, first: Morel is an amazing name. To the point where it is also a boardgame.*
Uri is walking around the edges of the swamp, inspecting local fauna and taking notes on a scroll.
*its a very cool-looking mushroom*
Sulfyrex flaps down behind them. she's small, even for a young dragon, but her acid green eyes betray her fiendish intelligince.
"and what are you doing so close to my domain?"
*I agree.*
Uri glances up. "I was seeing how many creatures remained after you established the zone as your own. Oddly enough, most of the creatures seem to have just accepted your presence and continued going about their normal lives - although admittedly more cautiously." She frowns. "And I believe that you claim the interior, not the edge."
"what do you mean 'oddly enough'? animals make excellent subjects"
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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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Sulfyrex flaps down behind them. she's small, even for a young dragon, but her acid green eyes betray her fiendish intelligince.
"and what are you doing so close to my domain?"
Uri glances up. "I was seeing how many creatures remained after you established the zone as your own. Oddly enough, most of the creatures seem to have just accepted your presence and continued going about their normal lives - although admittedly more cautiously." She frowns. "And I believe that you claim the interior, not the edge."
"what do you mean 'oddly enough'? animals make excellent subjects"
She thinks a moment. "I was going to note their low intelligence, although considering the number of awakened fauna in the region, that may not apply."
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Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
"Oh. Well. How would you get a white dragon into the demiplane, now that I'm thinking about it?"
"Uri would need to link to a teleportation circle in the demiplane. Then we would need to convince the dragon in question it wasn't a trap." He thinks a moment. "The latter part would be the difficult one."
"Certainly." With that, CZ flies away, leaving him to his mutterings. They'll return to her room and flop on the bed (as best as they can).
*That is an honestly adorable image.*
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Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
"Oh. Well. How would you get a white dragon into the demiplane, now that I'm thinking about it?"
"Uri would need to link to a teleportation circle in the demiplane. Then we would need to convince the dragon in question it wasn't a trap." He thinks a moment. "The latter part would be the difficult one."
"Certainly." With that, CZ flies away, leaving him to his mutterings. They'll return to her room and flop on the bed (as best as they can).
*That is an honestly adorable image.*
*lol*
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Sulfyrex flaps down behind them. she's small, even for a young dragon, but her acid green eyes betray her fiendish intelligince.
"and what are you doing so close to my domain?"
Uri glances up. "I was seeing how many creatures remained after you established the zone as your own. Oddly enough, most of the creatures seem to have just accepted your presence and continued going about their normal lives - although admittedly more cautiously." She frowns. "And I believe that you claim the interior, not the edge."
"what do you mean 'oddly enough'? animals make excellent subjects"
She thinks a moment. "I was going to note their low intelligence, although considering the number of awakened fauna in the region, that may not apply."
"see? they're smart enough to bend the knee to the dark empress"
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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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Uri glances up. "I was seeing how many creatures remained after you established the zone as your own. Oddly enough, most of the creatures seem to have just accepted your presence and continued going about their normal lives - although admittedly more cautiously." She frowns. "And I believe that you claim the interior, not the edge."
"what do you mean 'oddly enough'? animals make excellent subjects"
She thinks a moment. "I was going to note their low intelligence, although considering the number of awakened fauna in the region, that may not apply."
"see? they're smart enough to bend the knee to the dark empress"
She tilts her head. "Did you account for their psionic abilities? A few of them could be quite dangerous to your rule."
*BTW, since so many of the beings in the swamp are psionic, feel free to pick a Cantrip Morel can cast psionically.*
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Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
*(!! u all cool if I join? I got a level 7 character who I killed a bit ago(I dropped a 315,000 ton stone dragon on his head)(I'm kinda slow, so y'all might need to help me figure out what's going on)*
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he/him u can call me Foalin, Zabbaddee, or give me new nickname. if me=annoying, tell, bc knowing u not like me > u pretend to
this is Gato's way. we should copy Gato. [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
CZ *that's what I'm calling them from now on* swoops around campus, leathery body enjoying the rush of air in the twilight sky. They shriek something unintelligible before diving back to the ground, perching on the stones with their talons.
A professional goofball, writer, and frisbee player. Probably the best thing to happen to you since you woke up this morning.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
You're amazing, don't you know that? All of you.
Extended sig here, check it out!
Naarak flies by, a trail of flame following him. He is muttering oddly, as if occupied in thought.
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
"Na-Naarak!" cries CZ, delighted. Surprisingly, they've come to like the old fellow during their time here. "What are you doing?" they ask, flapping their wings to fly alongside him.
A professional goofball, writer, and frisbee player. Probably the best thing to happen to you since you woke up this morning.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
You're amazing, don't you know that? All of you.
Extended sig here, check it out!
He turns to CZ, appearing distracted. "What was that? Oh, right. Calculating probabilities for the next Mage Sands. It appears the chances of death by heatstroke are far higher than any other..." His flames dim for a moment before brightening. "Perhaps it is worth contacting the white dragons in the mountains to see if they could aid in leveling out the temperature. Hmm..."
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
"Heat stroke? White dragons? What?"
A professional goofball, writer, and frisbee player. Probably the best thing to happen to you since you woke up this morning.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
You're amazing, don't you know that? All of you.
Extended sig here, check it out!
Sulfyrex is taking stock of her domain, Morel, her awakened mushroom companion by her side
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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"We were going to host the competition in a collapsing desert demiplane. The temperature is far too high, but white dragons are excellent at lowering the temperature." He sighs and rolls his... sparks. "Even if most of the students think the only thing they're good at is giving the cold shoulder."
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
*Okay, first: Morel is an amazing name. To the point where it is also a boardgame.*
Uri is walking around the edges of the swamp, inspecting local fauna and taking notes on a scroll.
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
"Oh. Well. How would you get a white dragon into the demiplane, now that I'm thinking about it?"
A professional goofball, writer, and frisbee player. Probably the best thing to happen to you since you woke up this morning.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
You're amazing, don't you know that? All of you.
Extended sig here, check it out!
*its a very cool-looking mushroom*
Sulfyrex flaps down behind them. she's small, even for a young dragon, but her acid green eyes betray her fiendish intelligince.
"and what are you doing so close to my domain?"
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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"Uri would need to link to a teleportation circle in the demiplane. Then we would need to convince the dragon in question it wasn't a trap." He thinks a moment. "The latter part would be the difficult one."
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
*I agree.*
Uri glances up. "I was seeing how many creatures remained after you established the zone as your own. Oddly enough, most of the creatures seem to have just accepted your presence and continued going about their normal lives - although admittedly more cautiously." She frowns. "And I believe that you claim the interior, not the edge."
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
"Certainly." With that, CZ flies away, leaving him to his mutterings. They'll return to her room and flop on the bed (as best as they can).
A professional goofball, writer, and frisbee player. Probably the best thing to happen to you since you woke up this morning.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
You're amazing, don't you know that? All of you.
Extended sig here, check it out!
"what do you mean 'oddly enough'? animals make excellent subjects"
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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
She thinks a moment. "I was going to note their low intelligence, although considering the number of awakened fauna in the region, that may not apply."
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
*That is an honestly adorable image.*
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
*lol*
A professional goofball, writer, and frisbee player. Probably the best thing to happen to you since you woke up this morning.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
You're amazing, don't you know that? All of you.
Extended sig here, check it out!
"see? they're smart enough to bend the knee to the dark empress"
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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
She tilts her head. "Did you account for their psionic abilities? A few of them could be quite dangerous to your rule."
*BTW, since so many of the beings in the swamp are psionic, feel free to pick a Cantrip Morel can cast psionically.*
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
*(!! u all cool if I join? I got a level 7 character who I killed a bit ago(I dropped a 315,000 ton stone dragon on his head)(I'm kinda slow, so y'all might need to help me figure out what's going on)*
he/him u can call me Foalin, Zabbaddee, or give me new nickname. if me=annoying, tell, bc knowing u not like me > u pretend to
this is Gato's way. we should copy Gato. [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello, all! I am Golden_Axolotl_Dragon's familiar, after a little conversation...
this is my extended signature(hint, click it): :3