A few days ago, a dead body was found in the forest. Caila, a girl of renown. She had sworn to avenge her village, which was burned down by a dragon. She had stopped at the tavern on the way there. A few days later, a group of villagers from the nearby village found her dead body, blood pooling on the forest floor, a knife sticking out of her back.
The village had started an investigation. She had clearly been murdered by a talented assassin-the metals in the knife seemed otherworldly.
Little did they know, the murderer had another target.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
In a dark alleyway out of sight of those passing by a humanoid is hunched over something and they seem to be eating
A boy, Bugg, slips into the alleyway, looking around cautiously. When he notices the humanoid, he stumbles backwards.
The figure stands up and turns to them red blood dripping down their black scaled maw as they turn to look at the boy as the thing under them is a human body with a great axe stuck it in and chunks missing
The hooded elf sits at the bar, drinking a bottle of ale. He his dagger at his left side, his sword at his right.
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
A few days ago, a dead body was found in the forest. Caila, a girl of renown. She had sworn to avenge her village, which was burned down by a dragon. She had stopped at the tavern on the way there. A few days later, a group of villagers from the nearby village found her dead body, blood pooling on the forest floor, a knife sticking out of her back.
The village had started an investigation. She had clearly been murdered by a talented assassin-the metals in the knife seemed otherworldly.
Little did they know, the murderer had another target.
A few days ago, a dead body was found in the forest. Caila, a girl of renown. She had sworn to avenge her village, which was burned down by a dragon. She had stopped at the tavern on the way there. A few days later, a group of villagers from the nearby village found her dead body, blood pooling on the forest floor, a knife sticking out of her back.
The village had started an investigation. She had clearly been murdered by a talented assassin-the metals in the knife seemed otherworldly.
Little did they know, the murderer had another target.
A shadowy form walks towards wherever the body is
The body was put in the village graveyard, buried in a simple wooden coffin. There are no guards around, burying it up is easy enough. Her body seems to be rotting away from the wound-there was poison in the knife too.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
In a dark alleyway out of sight of those passing by a humanoid is hunched over something and they seem to be eating
A boy, Bugg, slips into the alleyway, looking around cautiously. When he notices the humanoid, he stumbles backwards.
The figure stands up and turns to them red blood dripping down their black scaled maw as they turn to look at the boy as the thing under them is a human body with a great axe stuck it in and chunks missing
Bugg screams and steps backwards. “W-what are you doing?” He cries.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A few days ago, a dead body was found in the forest. Caila, a girl of renown. She had sworn to avenge her village, which was burned down by a dragon. She had stopped at the tavern on the way there. A few days later, a group of villagers from the nearby village found her dead body, blood pooling on the forest floor, a knife sticking out of her back.
The village had started an investigation. She had clearly been murdered by a talented assassin-the metals in the knife seemed otherworldly.
Little did they know, the murderer had another target.
A shadowy form walks towards wherever the body is
The body was put in the village graveyard, buried in a simple wooden coffin. There are no guards around, burying it up is easy enough. Her body seems to be rotting away from the wound-there was poison in the knife too.
A few days ago, a dead body was found in the forest. Caila, a girl of renown. She had sworn to avenge her village, which was burned down by a dragon. She had stopped at the tavern on the way there. A few days later, a group of villagers from the nearby village found her dead body, blood pooling on the forest floor, a knife sticking out of her back.
The village had started an investigation. She had clearly been murdered by a talented assassin-the metals in the knife seemed otherworldly.
Little did they know, the murderer had another target.
A shadowy form walks towards wherever the body is
The body was put in the village graveyard, buried in a simple wooden coffin. There are no guards around, burying it up is easy enough. Her body seems to be rotting away from the wound-there was poison in the knife too.
The form quietly whispers, "Who are you?"
There is no response from the body. The knife was taken away to be inspected, leaving only a rotting body.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
In a dark alleyway out of sight of those passing by a humanoid is hunched over something and they seem to be eating
A boy, Bugg, slips into the alleyway, looking around cautiously. When he notices the humanoid, he stumbles backwards.
The figure stands up and turns to them red blood dripping down their black scaled maw as they turn to look at the boy as the thing under them is a human body with a great axe stuck it in and chunks missing
Bugg screams and steps backwards. “W-what are you doing?” He cries.
The Dragonborn grabs the axe and pulls it out of the body swallowing any flesh they were eating and getting crouched down growling ready to pounce on this small meal that approached them
A few days ago, a dead body was found in the forest. Caila, a girl of renown. She had sworn to avenge her village, which was burned down by a dragon. She had stopped at the tavern on the way there. A few days later, a group of villagers from the nearby village found her dead body, blood pooling on the forest floor, a knife sticking out of her back.
The village had started an investigation. She had clearly been murdered by a talented assassin-the metals in the knife seemed otherworldly.
Little did they know, the murderer had another target.
A shadowy form walks towards wherever the body is
The body was put in the village graveyard, buried in a simple wooden coffin. There are no guards around, burying it up is easy enough. Her body seems to be rotting away from the wound-there was poison in the knife too.
The form quietly whispers, "Who are you?"
There is no response from the body. The knife was taken away to be inspected, leaving only a rotting body.
The form, walks to the forest, where the victim died
In a dark alleyway out of sight of those passing by a humanoid is hunched over something and they seem to be eating
A boy, Bugg, slips into the alleyway, looking around cautiously. When he notices the humanoid, he stumbles backwards.
The figure stands up and turns to them red blood dripping down their black scaled maw as they turn to look at the boy as the thing under them is a human body with a great axe stuck it in and chunks missing
Bugg screams and steps backwards. “W-what are you doing?” He cries.
The Dragonborn grabs the axe and pulls it out of the body swallowing any flesh they were eating and getting crouched down growling ready to pounce on this small meal that approached them
The Dragonborn notices something odd about Bugg. His eyes flicker around, unfocused, as if he’s not in control of his own body. Bugg reaches into his pocket and comes up empty handed, growling in frustration. “(GP) stole the eggs.” He frowns at the Dragonborn. “It would not be ideal to have to find a new body. How about we make a bargain?”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A few days ago, a dead body was found in the forest. Caila, a girl of renown. She had sworn to avenge her village, which was burned down by a dragon. She had stopped at the tavern on the way there. A few days later, a group of villagers from the nearby village found her dead body, blood pooling on the forest floor, a knife sticking out of her back.
The village had started an investigation. She had clearly been murdered by a talented assassin-the metals in the knife seemed otherworldly.
Little did they know, the murderer had another target.
A shadowy form walks towards wherever the body is
The body was put in the village graveyard, buried in a simple wooden coffin. There are no guards around, burying it up is easy enough. Her body seems to be rotting away from the wound-there was poison in the knife too.
The form quietly whispers, "Who are you?"
There is no response from the body. The knife was taken away to be inspected, leaving only a rotting body.
The form, walks to the forest, where the victim died
The forest is deep and thick. They eventually find a set of footprints that lead to a pile of dried blood, soaked into the forest floor. There is no second set of footprints, although they would notice dents in the trees. The assassin attacked from the trees, they can assume.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A few days ago, a dead body was found in the forest. Caila, a girl of renown. She had sworn to avenge her village, which was burned down by a dragon. She had stopped at the tavern on the way there. A few days later, a group of villagers from the nearby village found her dead body, blood pooling on the forest floor, a knife sticking out of her back.
The village had started an investigation. She had clearly been murdered by a talented assassin-the metals in the knife seemed otherworldly.
Little did they know, the murderer had another target.
A shadowy form walks towards wherever the body is
The body was put in the village graveyard, buried in a simple wooden coffin. There are no guards around, burying it up is easy enough. Her body seems to be rotting away from the wound-there was poison in the knife too.
The form quietly whispers, "Who are you?"
There is no response from the body. The knife was taken away to be inspected, leaving only a rotting body.
The form, walks to the forest, where the victim died
The forest is deep and thick. They eventually find a set of footprints that lead to a pile of dried blood, soaked into the forest floor. There is no second set of footprints, although they would notice dents in the trees. The assassin attacked from the trees, they can assume.
A few days ago, a dead body was found in the forest. Caila, a girl of renown. She had sworn to avenge her village, which was burned down by a dragon. She had stopped at the tavern on the way there. A few days later, a group of villagers from the nearby village found her dead body, blood pooling on the forest floor, a knife sticking out of her back.
The village had started an investigation. She had clearly been murdered by a talented assassin-the metals in the knife seemed otherworldly.
Little did they know, the murderer had another target.
A shadowy form walks towards wherever the body is
The body was put in the village graveyard, buried in a simple wooden coffin. There are no guards around, burying it up is easy enough. Her body seems to be rotting away from the wound-there was poison in the knife too.
The form quietly whispers, "Who are you?"
There is no response from the body. The knife was taken away to be inspected, leaving only a rotting body.
The form, walks to the forest, where the victim died
The forest is deep and thick. They eventually find a set of footprints that lead to a pile of dried blood, soaked into the forest floor. There is no second set of footprints, although they would notice dents in the trees. The assassin attacked from the trees, they can assume.
A few days ago, a dead body was found in the forest. Caila, a girl of renown. She had sworn to avenge her village, which was burned down by a dragon. She had stopped at the tavern on the way there. A few days later, a group of villagers from the nearby village found her dead body, blood pooling on the forest floor, a knife sticking out of her back.
The village had started an investigation. She had clearly been murdered by a talented assassin-the metals in the knife seemed otherworldly.
Little did they know, the murderer had another target.
A shadowy form walks towards wherever the body is
The body was put in the village graveyard, buried in a simple wooden coffin. There are no guards around, burying it up is easy enough. Her body seems to be rotting away from the wound-there was poison in the knife too.
The form quietly whispers, "Who are you?"
There is no response from the body. The knife was taken away to be inspected, leaving only a rotting body.
The form, walks to the forest, where the victim died
The forest is deep and thick. They eventually find a set of footprints that lead to a pile of dried blood, soaked into the forest floor. There is no second set of footprints, although they would notice dents in the trees. The assassin attacked from the trees, they can assume.
"Ah, you knew what you were doing"
Nothing. The assassin left the scene quickly. They were strong-clearly, able to kill in just a hit. There didn’t seem to be a fight.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
In a dark alleyway out of sight of those passing by a humanoid is hunched over something and they seem to be eating
A boy, Bugg, slips into the alleyway, looking around cautiously. When he notices the humanoid, he stumbles backwards.
The figure stands up and turns to them red blood dripping down their black scaled maw as they turn to look at the boy as the thing under them is a human body with a great axe stuck it in and chunks missing
Bugg screams and steps backwards. “W-what are you doing?” He cries.
The Dragonborn grabs the axe and pulls it out of the body swallowing any flesh they were eating and getting crouched down growling ready to pounce on this small meal that approached them
The Dragonborn notices something odd about Bugg. His eyes flicker around, unfocused, as if he’s not in control of his own body. Bugg reaches into his pocket and comes up empty handed, growling in frustration. “(GP) stole the eggs.” He frowns at the Dragonborn. “It would not be ideal to have to find a new body. How about we make a bargain?”
*ima be honest my guy is just mindless rage Canibel so it’s not wise to try to talk your way out of this*
the Dragonborn stops stands drops it axe and opens it mouth as green acid comes blasting out roll a deck save or take 11 acid damage with a dc 15 save
A few days ago, a dead body was found in the forest. Caila, a girl of renown. She had sworn to avenge her village, which was burned down by a dragon. She had stopped at the tavern on the way there. A few days later, a group of villagers from the nearby village found her dead body, blood pooling on the forest floor, a knife sticking out of her back.
The village had started an investigation. She had clearly been murdered by a talented assassin-the metals in the knife seemed otherworldly.
Little did they know, the murderer had another target.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
The figure stands up and turns to them red blood dripping down their black scaled maw as they turn to look at the boy as the thing under them is a human body with a great axe stuck it in and chunks missing
The hooded elf sits at the bar, drinking a bottle of ale. He his dagger at his left side, his sword at his right.
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic good.
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A shadowy form walks towards wherever the body is
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
The body was put in the village graveyard, buried in a simple wooden coffin. There are no guards around, burying it up is easy enough. Her body seems to be rotting away from the wound-there was poison in the knife too.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
They keep eating not seeming to notice and/or care
Bugg screams and steps backwards. “W-what are you doing?” He cries.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Bugg sits down next to the hooded elf. “Hey.” He says softly.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
The form quietly whispers, "Who are you?"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
*Permission to attack*
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
There is no response from the body. The knife was taken away to be inspected, leaving only a rotting body.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Another hooded creature walks towards them, and sits down next to them
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
The Dragonborn grabs the axe and pulls it out of the body swallowing any flesh they were eating and getting crouched down growling ready to pounce on this small meal that approached them
The form, walks to the forest, where the victim died
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
The Dragonborn notices something odd about Bugg. His eyes flicker around, unfocused, as if he’s not in control of his own body. Bugg reaches into his pocket and comes up empty handed, growling in frustration. “(GP) stole the eggs.” He frowns at the Dragonborn. “It would not be ideal to have to find a new body. How about we make a bargain?”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
The forest is deep and thick. They eventually find a set of footprints that lead to a pile of dried blood, soaked into the forest floor. There is no second set of footprints, although they would notice dents in the trees. The assassin attacked from the trees, they can assume.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Ah, you knew what you were doing"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"Ah, you knew what you were doing."
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Nothing. The assassin left the scene quickly. They were strong-clearly, able to kill in just a hit. There didn’t seem to be a fight.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*ima be honest my guy is just mindless rage Canibel so it’s not wise to try to talk your way out of this*
the Dragonborn stops stands drops it axe and opens it mouth as green acid comes blasting out roll a deck save or take 11 acid damage with a dc 15 save