“I didn’t really *cough* think that that would kill you… *cough* but… it seems you can *rampant coughs* ugh, you can revive your friend-os… does that mean I just get to keep killing?” Jerry rises coughing. Pulling the swiped out his chest, it comes out with a lung. “Huh… *cough* that hasn’t happened before… I think your supposed to have one o’ those… *cough*” he drops the sword a pops open a flask at his side, he takes a long swig. “Gasoline. Really gets ya goin’…” he starts stretching again. Doing a full routine, a jog in place. Coughing the whole time.
In a blind rage, a small and excited fire gnome named GLOP runs into 5 water elementals who surround him.
Water Elementals: "What is this? A fire gnome? Those don't even exist! You're a FAKE!"
GLOP: "Don't exist? Well, I guess that would make me the first fire gnome you ever met. Tell me, fire gnomes, are they terrifying?"
GLOP: "BECAUSE I WOULDN'T KNOW."
In a bright orange flash, a spell book made of flames appears in GLOP'S hands. He begins chanting in the language of fire, also known as "Flame Tongue". As he speaks, tendrils of fire reach from his mouth and wrap around the water elementals until they evaporate.
“I didn’t really *cough* think that that would kill you… *cough* but… it seems you can *rampant coughs* ugh, you can revive your friend-os… does that mean I just get to keep killing?” Jerry rises coughing. Pulling the swiped out his chest, it comes out with a lung. “Huh… *cough* that hasn’t happened before… I think your supposed to have one o’ those… *cough*” he drops the sword a pops open a flask at his side, he takes a long swig. “Gasoline. Really gets ya goin’…” he starts stretching again. Doing a full routine, a jog in place. Coughing the whole time.
Elendon just looks at him, slightly incredulous. He then goes into a whirling attack pattern against Jerry, hitting him seemingly from every direction simultaneously.
Attack 1: 34 to hit. 166 slashing, 57 fire damage, 40 cold damage, 77 electric damage.
Attack 2: 42 to hit. 151 slashing, 42 fire damage, 33 cold damage, 49 electric damage.
Attack 3: 25 to hit. 121 slashing, 57 fire damage, 35 cold damage, 60 electric damage.
Attack 4: 38 to hit. 188 slashing, 29 fire damage, 39 cold damage, 73 electric damage.
Attack 5: 32 to hit. 153 slashing, 44 fire damage, 27 cold damage, 76 electric damage.
Attack 6: 36 to hit. 145 slashing, 50 fire damage, 42 cold damage, 53 electric damage.
Attack 7: 28 to hit. 177 slashing, 53 fire damage, 33 cold damage, 82 electric damage.
Attack 8: 37 to hit. 164 slashing, 33 fire damage, 36 cold damage, 49 electric damage.
Attack 9: 25 to hit. 169 slashing, 25 fire damage, 49 cold damage, 68 electric damage.
Attack 10: 38 to hit. 169 slashing, 43 fire damage, 55 cold damage, 59 electric damage.
Attack 11: 42 to hit. 161 slashing, 48 fire damage, 35 cold damage, 64 electric damage.
Attack 12: 28 to hit. 169 slashing, 38 fire damage, 55 cold damage, 79 electric damage.
(Again, due to his nature, fire, radiant, and electric damage ignore resistance and immunity.)
Continuing to chant in "Flame Tongue" (the language of fire) GLOP summons 3 fire elementals that look like him, but only fire instead of flesh.
He looks over just as a large wave of explosions and attacks happen at once. The lights and movement of Elendon are too BLINDING to look at, while Jerry looks like a melting and smoking nuclear zombie in the distance. Just facing the direction of this LEGENDARY battle burns parts of GLOP'S flesh until it's all RED.
In a blind rage, a small and excited fire gnome named GLOP runs into 5 water elementals who surround him.
Water Elementals: "What is this? A fire gnome? Those don't even exist! You're a FAKE!"
GLOP: "Don't exist? Well, I guess that would make me the first fire gnome you ever met. Tell me, fire gnomes, are they terrifying?"
GLOP: "BECAUSE I WOULDN'T KNOW."
In a bright orange flash, a spell book made of flames appears in GLOP'S hands. He begins chanting in the language of fire, also known as "Flame Tongue". As he speaks, tendrils of fire reach from his mouth and wrap around the water elementals until they evaporate.
A smooth, slightly high, male voice comes from the massive construct that came in with Elendon. "Nice trick kid, but you'll have to do better than that to stop us." With that, it unleashes its full power. The front two legs slash in at GLOP, followed by a blast from each of the two powerful frost cannons on it's head, and the a volley of web grenades.
Leg 1: 20 to hit. 128 slashing damage.
Leg 2: 34 to hit. 119 slashing damage.
Cannon 1: 30 to hit. 161 cold damage, and all flames, magical or otherwise, are extinguished within 20 ft of GLOP whether hit or miss, and new ones can't be created for 1 minute.
Cannon 2: 17 to hit. 112 cold damage, and all flames, magical or otherwise, are extinguished within 20 ft of GLOP whether hit or miss, and new ones can't be created for 1 minute.
Web Grenade volley: 6 web grenades launch out of tubes on the construct's back. One targets GLOP directly, and three more hit spots within 30 ft. of him. Any other ones aim to cover as many of Mendigo's army as possible. Each grenade explodes into a 40 ft. radius sphere, and all creatures within that area must make a DC 26 Dex saving throw, and in GLOP's case, he'll have to make the throw 4 times, as there's 4 different grenades he's in the area of.
In a blind rage, a small and excited fire gnome named GLOP runs into 5 water elementals who surround him.
Water Elementals: "What is this? A fire gnome? Those don't even exist! You're a FAKE!"
GLOP: "Don't exist? Well, I guess that would make me the first fire gnome you ever met. Tell me, fire gnomes, are they terrifying?"
GLOP: "BECAUSE I WOULDN'T KNOW."
In a bright orange flash, a spell book made of flames appears in GLOP'S hands. He begins chanting in the language of fire, also known as "Flame Tongue". As he speaks, tendrils of fire reach from his mouth and wrap around the water elementals until they evaporate.
A smooth, slightly high, male voice comes from the massive construct that came in with Elendon. "Nice trick kid, but you'll have to do better than that to stop us." With that, it unleashes its full power. The front two legs slash in at GLOP, followed by a blast from each of the two powerful frost cannons on it's head, and the a volley of web grenades.
Leg 1: 17 to hit. 114 slashing damage.
Leg 2: 25 to hit. 124 slashing damage.
Cannon 1: 19 to hit. 145 cold damage, and all flames, magical or otherwise, are extinguished within 20 ft of GLOP whether hit or miss, and new ones can't be created for 1 minute.
Cannon 2: 29 to hit. 139 cold damage, and all flames, magical or otherwise, are extinguished within 20 ft of GLOP whether hit or miss, and new ones can't be created for 1 minute.
Web Grenade volley: 11 web grenades launch out of tubes on the construct's back. One targets GLOP directly, and three more hit spots within 30 ft. of him. Any other ones aim to cover as many of Mendigo's army as possible. Each grenade explodes into a 40 ft. radius sphere, and all creatures within that area must make a DC 26 Dex saving throw, and in GLOP's case, he'll have to make the throw 4 times, as there's 4 different grenades he's in the area of.
GLOP has just enough time to spit out: "aww cru-" before getting slammed to the ground by one of the legs. Thinking quick, GLOP rolls to his left dodging the first cannon, but the second one... he didn't see that one. OOF! Right to the chest! And it feels way colder than anything he has ever read about in the ancient books of lore. All 3 of his fire elementals extinguish immediately in a puff of grey ash. Laying with his back on the ground, the web grenade just lands on GLOP like a "silky" but heavy blanket.
GLOP begins checking his injuries to see if he has enough strength left to fight: "Vision is, blurry. Hearing? Not so good at the moment. Taste, mouth tastes like, warm soup, that's gross. Smell, smells like home...."
Slowly closing his eyelids, GLOP knows this web has been modified to be fire resistant. The texture of it against his face is too....moist. Not many options here, but this fight is a chess game, perhaps I am just a PAWN to be sacrificed for the KING.... This thought is comforting, GLOP thinks this is all okay, as long as Jerry and Mendigo are still....GLOP PASSES OUT.
The Dreadnaught (might as well call it what it is) turns its attention to Mendigo. The voices calls out from it again. "So, Mendigo, what to you say? Will you surrender, or will you need to deal with us? Even your leader can't help you right now, occupied as he is with the bared power of Elendon Starguide."
The massive cannon on its back trains itself right on Mendigo, as do the cannons on the Dreadnaught's head. You hear an intense whirring, and a door on each side of the Dreadnaught's belly drops open, and 41 massive arachnoid constructs walk out. Those of the Spider Guild immediately recognize them as the powerful Astralachne, the Spider Guild's elite soldiers.
“I didn’t really *cough* think that that would kill you… *cough* but… it seems you can *rampant coughs* ugh, you can revive your friend-os… does that mean I just get to keep killing?” Jerry rises coughing. Pulling the swiped out his chest, it comes out with a lung. “Huh… *cough* that hasn’t happened before… I think your supposed to have one o’ those… *cough*” he drops the sword a pops open a flask at his side, he takes a long swig. “Gasoline. Really gets ya goin’…” he starts stretching again. Doing a full routine, a jog in place. Coughing the whole time.
Elendon just looks at him, slightly incredulous. He then goes into a whirling attack pattern against Jerry, hitting him seemingly from every direction simultaneously.
Attack 1: 34 to hit. 197 slashing, 46 fire damage, 42 cold damage, 69 electric damage.
Attack 2: 40 to hit. 143 slashing, 54 fire damage, 49 cold damage, 70 electric damage.
Attack 3: 35 to hit. 177 slashing, 30 fire damage, 40 cold damage, 64 electric damage.
Attack 4: 34 to hit. 156 slashing, 39 fire damage, 40 cold damage, 69 electric damage.
Attack 5: 38 to hit. 154 slashing, 49 fire damage, 36 cold damage, 64 electric damage.
Attack 6: 29 to hit. 135 slashing, 42 fire damage, 39 cold damage, 61 electric damage.
Attack 7: 29 to hit. 146 slashing, 47 fire damage, 43 cold damage, 61 electric damage.
Attack 8: 24 to hit. 186 slashing, 59 fire damage, 45 cold damage, 64 electric damage.
Attack 9: 34 to hit. 161 slashing, 33 fire damage, 54 cold damage, 46 electric damage.
Attack 10: 41 to hit. 140 slashing, 42 fire damage, 27 cold damage, 71 electric damage.
Attack 11: 24 to hit. 162 slashing, 47 fire damage, 48 cold damage, 58 electric damage.
Attack 12: 35 to hit. 119 slashing, 48 fire damage, 40 cold damage, 62 electric damage.
(Again, due to his nature, fire, radiant, and electric damage ignore resistance and immunity.)
"Let's see how you handle this Jerry!"
Jerry is battered and bloody on the floor. His limbs continue to snap back into place, before gushing out ash or blood. He doesn’t look so hot. But he is on fire. “Man! You hit like a small truck! *rampant coughs, panting* man… okay. I think it’s good!” Jerry seems to be trying to stabilize himself, he’s leaning and trying to brace on nearby rubble. “One moment… *panting* ok! No… ok! Wait…! Hold on!” He starts his stretching routine again. “Let me *deathly coughing* finish this time”
“I didn’t really *cough* think that that would kill you… *cough* but… it seems you can *rampant coughs* ugh, you can revive your friend-os… does that mean I just get to keep killing?” Jerry rises coughing. Pulling the swiped out his chest, it comes out with a lung. “Huh… *cough* that hasn’t happened before… I think your supposed to have one o’ those… *cough*” he drops the sword a pops open a flask at his side, he takes a long swig. “Gasoline. Really gets ya goin’…” he starts stretching again. Doing a full routine, a jog in place. Coughing the whole time.
Elendon just looks at him, slightly incredulous. He then goes into a whirling attack pattern against Jerry, hitting him seemingly from every direction simultaneously.
Attack 1: 34 to hit. 197 slashing, 46 fire damage, 42 cold damage, 69 electric damage.
Attack 2: 40 to hit. 143 slashing, 54 fire damage, 49 cold damage, 70 electric damage.
Attack 3: 35 to hit. 177 slashing, 30 fire damage, 40 cold damage, 64 electric damage.
Attack 4: 34 to hit. 156 slashing, 39 fire damage, 40 cold damage, 69 electric damage.
Attack 5: 38 to hit. 154 slashing, 49 fire damage, 36 cold damage, 64 electric damage.
Attack 6: 29 to hit. 135 slashing, 42 fire damage, 39 cold damage, 61 electric damage.
Attack 7: 29 to hit. 146 slashing, 47 fire damage, 43 cold damage, 61 electric damage.
Attack 8: 24 to hit. 186 slashing, 59 fire damage, 45 cold damage, 64 electric damage.
Attack 9: 34 to hit. 161 slashing, 33 fire damage, 54 cold damage, 46 electric damage.
Attack 10: 41 to hit. 140 slashing, 42 fire damage, 27 cold damage, 71 electric damage.
Attack 11: 24 to hit. 162 slashing, 47 fire damage, 48 cold damage, 58 electric damage.
Attack 12: 35 to hit. 119 slashing, 48 fire damage, 40 cold damage, 62 electric damage.
(Again, due to his nature, fire, radiant, and electric damage ignore resistance and immunity.)
"Let's see how you handle this Jerry!"
Jerry is battered and bloody on the floor. His limbs continue to snap back into place, before gushing out ash or blood. He doesn’t look so hot. But he is on fire. “Man! You hit like a small truck! *rampant coughs, panting* man… okay. I think it’s good!” Jerry seems to be trying to stabilize himself, he’s leaning and trying to brace on nearby rubble. “One moment… *panting* ok! No… ok! Wait…! Hold on!” He starts his stretching routine again. “Let me *deathly coughing* finish this time”
"Say what you have to say, Jerry, and then either surrender or leave while you can," Elendon says, his tone deadly cold.
The great bot Catastrophe lands near the battlefield, the tendrils of the resistance dripping out it's back as small oozing humanoid shapes form around the bot. For now they watch the battle from afar.
“Jerry! Hold on! I can’t lose you again…” Says Mendigo, who would be crying if he could. Mendigo starts to float, and is glowing a faint glow. He lets his arms fall back, and prepares for what he is planning to do. He is suddenly set on fire, as the glow becomes brighter and brighter. “I’m sorry, but I have to do this. Farewell my friends. It’s been fun.” Mendigo suddenly glows with a blinding white light, and everything goes white. All of you (Except Elendon and Jerry’s troops) can feel nothing but your bodies slowly going numb. You suddenly lose consciousness. The blinding light disappears and the world is recovered. But Mendigo and all of his enemies are gone. You dig through the rubble and see a lifeless puppet laying on the ground. The fire elemental that was once in Mendigo is now gone. He is now naught but a puppet.
The Dragonfly Dropship opens a massive hatch, and a HUGE mech suit lands deftly, fluttering like a beetle. With four wings and energy arms, the Cataclysm Mech Suit begins destroying stuff with aplomb.
Catastrophe hangs back in the distance, but the small oozing humanoids take up arms and charge to support Cataclysm. The resistance can spare that much.
Catastrophe hangs back in the distance, but the small oozing humanoids take up arms and charge to support Cataclysm. The resistance can spare that much.
Cataclysm approaches, and Gamer_Thirteen speaks through a radio on it. "KKKKGGHHREKREKREKKK It seems the fighting has died down over time. Should I send my Mantis and Strider legions? KREHBBBKKKGGKK"
Catastrophe hangs back in the distance, but the small oozing humanoids take up arms and charge to support Cataclysm. The resistance can spare that much.
Cataclysm approaches, and Gamer_Thirteen speaks through a radio on it. "KKKKGGHHREKREKREKKK It seems the fighting has died down over time. Should I send my Mantis and Strider legions? KREHBBBKKKGGKK"
"Best not to over invest in a dying battle." The Resistance answers.
Catastrophe hangs back in the distance, but the small oozing humanoids take up arms and charge to support Cataclysm. The resistance can spare that much.
Cataclysm approaches, and Gamer_Thirteen speaks through a radio on it. "KKKKGGHHREKREKREKKK It seems the fighting has died down over time. Should I send my Mantis and Strider legions? KREHBBBKKKGGKK"
"Best not to over invest in a dying battle." The Resistance answers.
"Okay, I'll send one platoon." The Cataclysm opens a slot on its head and something resembling a flat satellite dish exits. One of the Nymph ships lands, and around fifty Mantises and one with a golden crest (The Squad Leader) leads them against the hive.
“Jerry! Hold on! I can’t lose you again…” Says Mendigo, who would be crying if he could. Mendigo starts to float, and is glowing a faint glow. He lets his arms fall back, and prepares for what he is planning to do. He is suddenly set on fire, as the glow becomes brighter and brighter. “I’m sorry, but I have to do this. Farewell my friends. It’s been fun.” Mendigo suddenly glows with a blinding white light, and everything goes white. All of you (Except Elendon and Jerry’s troops) can feel nothing but your bodies slowly going numb. You suddenly lose consciousness. The blinding light disappears and the world is recovered. But Mendigo and all of his enemies are gone. You dig through the rubble and see a lifeless puppet laying on the ground. The fire elemental that was once in Mendigo is now gone. He is now naught but a puppet.
A deep rumbling voice seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. "Nice trick, Mendigo, wherever ye be now, but ye apparently failed to realize that the Dreadnaught was piloted and controlled by three deities." With that, there's another brilliant flash, and the Dreadnaught, the rest of the mechs, and all of the Spider Guild and Resistance members, reappear.
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“I didn’t really *cough* think that that would kill you… *cough* but… it seems you can *rampant coughs* ugh, you can revive your friend-os… does that mean I just get to keep killing?” Jerry rises coughing. Pulling the swiped out his chest, it comes out with a lung. “Huh… *cough* that hasn’t happened before… I think your supposed to have one o’ those… *cough*” he drops the sword a pops open a flask at his side, he takes a long swig. “Gasoline. Really gets ya goin’…” he starts stretching again. Doing a full routine, a jog in place. Coughing the whole time.
In a blind rage, a small and excited fire gnome named GLOP runs into 5 water elementals who surround him.
Water Elementals: "What is this? A fire gnome? Those don't even exist! You're a FAKE!"
GLOP: "Don't exist? Well, I guess that would make me the first fire gnome you ever met. Tell me, fire gnomes, are they terrifying?"
GLOP: "BECAUSE I WOULDN'T KNOW."
In a bright orange flash, a spell book made of flames appears in GLOP'S hands. He begins chanting in the language of fire, also known as "Flame Tongue". As he speaks, tendrils of fire reach from his mouth and wrap around the water elementals until they evaporate.
Elendon just looks at him, slightly incredulous. He then goes into a whirling attack pattern against Jerry, hitting him seemingly from every direction simultaneously.
Attack 1: 34 to hit. 166 slashing, 57 fire damage, 40 cold damage, 77 electric damage.
Attack 2: 42 to hit. 151 slashing, 42 fire damage, 33 cold damage, 49 electric damage.
Attack 3: 25 to hit. 121 slashing, 57 fire damage, 35 cold damage, 60 electric damage.
Attack 4: 38 to hit. 188 slashing, 29 fire damage, 39 cold damage, 73 electric damage.
Attack 5: 32 to hit. 153 slashing, 44 fire damage, 27 cold damage, 76 electric damage.
Attack 6: 36 to hit. 145 slashing, 50 fire damage, 42 cold damage, 53 electric damage.
Attack 7: 28 to hit. 177 slashing, 53 fire damage, 33 cold damage, 82 electric damage.
Attack 8: 37 to hit. 164 slashing, 33 fire damage, 36 cold damage, 49 electric damage.
Attack 9: 25 to hit. 169 slashing, 25 fire damage, 49 cold damage, 68 electric damage.
Attack 10: 38 to hit. 169 slashing, 43 fire damage, 55 cold damage, 59 electric damage.
Attack 11: 42 to hit. 161 slashing, 48 fire damage, 35 cold damage, 64 electric damage.
Attack 12: 28 to hit. 169 slashing, 38 fire damage, 55 cold damage, 79 electric damage.
(Again, due to his nature, fire, radiant, and electric damage ignore resistance and immunity.)
"Let's see how you handle this Jerry!"
Continuing to chant in "Flame Tongue" (the language of fire) GLOP summons 3 fire elementals that look like him, but only fire instead of flesh.
He looks over just as a large wave of explosions and attacks happen at once. The lights and movement of Elendon are too BLINDING to look at, while Jerry looks like a melting and smoking nuclear zombie in the distance. Just facing the direction of this LEGENDARY battle burns parts of GLOP'S flesh until it's all RED.
A smooth, slightly high, male voice comes from the massive construct that came in with Elendon. "Nice trick kid, but you'll have to do better than that to stop us." With that, it unleashes its full power. The front two legs slash in at GLOP, followed by a blast from each of the two powerful frost cannons on it's head, and the a volley of web grenades.
Leg 1: 20 to hit. 128 slashing damage.
Leg 2: 34 to hit. 119 slashing damage.
Cannon 1: 30 to hit. 161 cold damage, and all flames, magical or otherwise, are extinguished within 20 ft of GLOP whether hit or miss, and new ones can't be created for 1 minute.
Cannon 2: 17 to hit. 112 cold damage, and all flames, magical or otherwise, are extinguished within 20 ft of GLOP whether hit or miss, and new ones can't be created for 1 minute.
Web Grenade volley: 6 web grenades launch out of tubes on the construct's back. One targets GLOP directly, and three more hit spots within 30 ft. of him. Any other ones aim to cover as many of Mendigo's army as possible. Each grenade explodes into a 40 ft. radius sphere, and all creatures within that area must make a DC 26 Dex saving throw, and in GLOP's case, he'll have to make the throw 4 times, as there's 4 different grenades he's in the area of.
GLOP has just enough time to spit out: "aww cru-" before getting slammed to the ground by one of the legs. Thinking quick, GLOP rolls to his left dodging the first cannon, but the second one... he didn't see that one. OOF! Right to the chest! And it feels way colder than anything he has ever read about in the ancient books of lore. All 3 of his fire elementals extinguish immediately in a puff of grey ash. Laying with his back on the ground, the web grenade just lands on GLOP like a "silky" but heavy blanket.
GLOP begins checking his injuries to see if he has enough strength left to fight:
"Vision is, blurry. Hearing? Not so good at the moment. Taste, mouth tastes like, warm soup, that's gross. Smell, smells like home...."
Slowly closing his eyelids, GLOP knows this web has been modified to be fire resistant. The texture of it against his face is too....moist. Not many options here, but this fight is a chess game, perhaps I am just a PAWN to be sacrificed for the KING.... This thought is comforting, GLOP thinks this is all okay, as long as Jerry and Mendigo are still....GLOP PASSES OUT.
The Dreadnaught (might as well call it what it is) turns its attention to Mendigo. The voices calls out from it again. "So, Mendigo, what to you say? Will you surrender, or will you need to deal with us? Even your leader can't help you right now, occupied as he is with the bared power of Elendon Starguide."
The massive cannon on its back trains itself right on Mendigo, as do the cannons on the Dreadnaught's head. You hear an intense whirring, and a door on each side of the Dreadnaught's belly drops open, and 41 massive arachnoid constructs walk out. Those of the Spider Guild immediately recognize them as the powerful Astralachne, the Spider Guild's elite soldiers.
Jerry is battered and bloody on the floor. His limbs continue to snap back into place, before gushing out ash or blood. He doesn’t look so hot. But he is on fire. “Man! You hit like a small truck! *rampant coughs, panting* man… okay. I think it’s good!” Jerry seems to be trying to stabilize himself, he’s leaning and trying to brace on nearby rubble. “One moment… *panting* ok! No… ok! Wait…! Hold on!” He starts his stretching routine again. “Let me *deathly coughing* finish this time”
"Say what you have to say, Jerry, and then either surrender or leave while you can," Elendon says, his tone deadly cold.
The great bot Catastrophe lands near the battlefield, the tendrils of the resistance dripping out it's back as small oozing humanoid shapes form around the bot. For now they watch the battle from afar.
I am also here.
Am snek.
“Jerry! Hold on! I can’t lose you again…” Says Mendigo, who would be crying if he could. Mendigo starts to float, and is glowing a faint glow. He lets his arms fall back, and prepares for what he is planning to do. He is suddenly set on fire, as the glow becomes brighter and brighter. “I’m sorry, but I have to do this. Farewell my friends. It’s been fun.” Mendigo suddenly glows with a blinding white light, and everything goes white. All of you (Except Elendon and Jerry’s troops) can feel nothing but your bodies slowly going numb. You suddenly lose consciousness. The blinding light disappears and the world is recovered. But Mendigo and all of his enemies are gone. You dig through the rubble and see a lifeless puppet laying on the ground. The fire elemental that was once in Mendigo is now gone. He is now naught but a puppet.
Mendigo— Leader and only individual organism of the Jerry Hive. Used to play him in DM Training Ground—You are in a Room. It’s really fun— go check it out!
’If you find a fork in the road, pick it up, stab the next person that comes by with it, and run off with their stuff’ - some random guy’s signature
Just flat minds in a flat world with flat dreams. Boooooring. Who wants to cause some chaos?
The Dragonfly Dropship opens a massive hatch, and a HUGE mech suit lands deftly, fluttering like a beetle. With four wings and energy arms, the Cataclysm Mech Suit begins destroying stuff with aplomb.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
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Catastrophe hangs back in the distance, but the small oozing humanoids take up arms and charge to support Cataclysm. The resistance can spare that much.
I am also here.
Am snek.
Cataclysm approaches, and Gamer_Thirteen speaks through a radio on it. "KKKKGGHHREKREKREKKK It seems the fighting has died down over time. Should I send my Mantis and Strider legions? KREHBBBKKKGGKK"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Best not to over invest in a dying battle." The Resistance answers.
I am also here.
Am snek.
"Okay, I'll send one platoon." The Cataclysm opens a slot on its head and something resembling a flat satellite dish exits. One of the Nymph ships lands, and around fifty Mantises and one with a golden crest (The Squad Leader) leads them against the hive.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
A deep rumbling voice seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. "Nice trick, Mendigo, wherever ye be now, but ye apparently failed to realize that the Dreadnaught was piloted and controlled by three deities." With that, there's another brilliant flash, and the Dreadnaught, the rest of the mechs, and all of the Spider Guild and Resistance members, reappear.
*Is this RP now?*
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
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*Well it is dnd so... yes?*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*I mean,it was a joke before,now it's serous,just thought I should know whats going on.*
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
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