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Feb 27, 2023 7:12:48 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Feb 27, 2023 7:12:48 GMT -6
"Can you take care of that, Wroxeter?" Through gritted teeth, Maggot draws a slow breath. "Every day I regret leaving the Lantern." Ines rests a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Ben, listen to me. The Lantern made you do work, too. You're just imagining they didn't."
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Feb 27, 2023 8:11:53 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Feb 27, 2023 8:11:53 GMT -6
"Hell are you doing up there?" Stephox stares up at the boy in the tree, his legs hanging down above her. He's not any older than her, barely grown out of his tail, but looks down at her with an air of derision. "None of your business. What's Droundox's youngest daughter doing out here all alone?" She huffs, raising her chin. "What, you don't even know my name?" "Stephox," he answers, denting her attitude. Then, dealing it the killing blow, "And mine?" Stephox hesitates, shifting from foot to foot. Finally, she ducks her head. "... Sorry." The boy in the tree is, perhaps, struck momentarily with sympathy. "Maldep," he says. Then, "Remember that. I won't tell you again." "Maldep," Step repeats, reinvigorated. "Maldep, Maldep, Maldep. What are you doing out here, Maldep?" "Samething as you, right?" Swinging his legs, he watches Stephox's uncomprehending look. "Seeing if anyone will come looking for you?" Stephox practically bristles. "You know, you're kind of a prick, Maldep." "You're kind of a loser." "Guess we make a great pair, then, huh!" For a couple moments they match eyes in dead silence. Finally, Stephox says, "I was gonna go throw rocks at the big turtles in the pond. Wanna come?" "Yeah."
See also: Stephox rages for the first time keeping Maldep from getting eaten straight out a tree by big water dinosaur, leaps into tree, knocks them both into the water, starts stabbing the shit out of the fish. Maldep pulls her the last of the way out of the water, she loses her spear to it.
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Post by Kor on Mar 1, 2023 21:50:37 GMT -6
Warforged druid, gentle soul. circle of spores druid or oath of ancients paladin.
Ascendant dragon monk hit my head really hard think I'm a dragon god now.
Animal handling, nature Outlander bg, maybe soldier or merc veteran, maybe hermit
2 cantrips, +chill touch 2+wis mod prepared spells, can change every long rest (so max 7)
CANTRIPS Chill Touch Shillelagh (Melee + wis for attack and damage rolls) Thorn Whip (30 feet, atk roll, 1d6 piercing + pull) / Primal Savagery (melee atk, 1d10 acid) Guidance but bee will probably take it
SPELLS Absorb Elements Entangle Healing Word Snare Charm Person Create or Destroy Water Goodberry
Personality: I am a gentle soul more interested in philosophy than combat. Ideals: Nature. The natural world is more important than all the constructs of civilization. Bonds: Flaws: I am equal parts clueless about the modern world and just generally socially oblivious.
60 gp, 10sp, - Gun (staff) 2 sp - Leather lamellar 45 gp 12+dex (OR chainmail shirt 50gp 13+dex) - Full Shield 10gp +2
Sheet things - The insignia of rank and trophy from a fallen enemy I'll leave up to you :] - Cool with his weapon having been a ge, ji, guandao or naginata - I have no way of knowing, so also your choice! - I have one leftover tool proficiency from warforged; With your permission, I would love to just use that for the first instrument, game, or art Tienkong picks up lol.
History things (slight change of plan(t)s): - I think the flower is the dominant personality, but the sentinel's chi and therefore traces of its memories are still "part of the ecosystem." - Consequently, the sentinel is still there, but "unawakened" - like a ghost haunting its own body. Its chi is spread thinner than it was in life. It doesn't fully understand what's going on, it wants the flower out, it wants its weapon back, and it wants to keep fighting. - On the table: I think the sentinel personality could "wake" and grow stronger as Tienkong learns/remembers more about who he was (and as he levels up). Not sure yet if this will be Tienkong gradually becoming more like the sentinel or the sentinel fighting to take control. - No strong opinion on whether the sentinel was a general or elite fighter, but I would like to have been Very Scary, force to be reckoned with style.
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Mar 5, 2023 21:55:37 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Mar 5, 2023 21:55:37 GMT -6
A firebolt lights up the inside of Bas's hand - and the heat spreads to the obsidian until the whole dagger is glowing red. "Me and everyone I came through the door in the basement with, safe on the surface back in Mythwrought. Then you can have it." "So altruistic..." Azidote doesn't stop her stride towards him until they're face to face; And slowly, she wraps her hand around the glowing hilt. "Is that it? Is that really all you did this for...?" Bas looks down at the knife, in part perplexed by her hold on it and in part just to avoid her eyes on his. "..." "Be honest. Tell me what you want. I'm so curious." He shakes his head. "I don't..." Voice quiet, "I wish I believed the charm you cast on me didn't wear off. I don't know how else to explain the way you linger in my mind." "Ahh... Could it be love?" "What do you gain from taunting me like that?" Still smiling, "Well, what else is it?" He's silent for a moment longer and finally finds it in him to look up from her pale hand around the burning knife. "I have seen people with great plans fail, and die, and change nothing. Over and over again... You sunk Sigil. That isn't a good thing. It shouldn't amaze me."
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Mar 25, 2023 0:27:29 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Mar 25, 2023 0:27:29 GMT -6
I'm not scared of advanced biochem anymore bring that shit on
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Post by Kor on Mar 30, 2023 9:24:33 GMT -6
maldep or your local friendly magic item seller/collector who Really wants that pretty axe
"Money and magical power... have always been there for me, even when no one else has. When I have nothing to fall back on, and no one to turn to..." She flourishes a golden ring from her robe. "... At least I have something in my pocket."
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Apr 2, 2023 21:45:15 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Apr 2, 2023 21:45:15 GMT -6
"Hey! Ailea!" Step hops down from her perch. With great serious bravado, she slings her shield off her shoulder and holds it out to her. "I'm gonna be here a while, I'm not gonna need this... Not that I needed it in the first place, I mean. But you gotta bring it back. Or I kill you." Ailea is preoccupied with her new item. "Stephox, if I don't bring it back it's because I'll be dead." "You survived all that shit in Hallen's Rest. If you die doing this that'd be some real pussy shit." "What??" "Some real pussy shit! Bring the shield back."
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Apr 7, 2023 22:52:22 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Apr 7, 2023 22:52:22 GMT -6
The red light of the setting sun filtered through the leaves in Petrie Mire. Stood on a tree branch, Stephox watched it leave. Here at the edge of the mire, the dense and swampy foliage broke into plainlands. The waters below her crawled with danger you wouldn't be able to see coming - and yet she found something especially daunting about the miles and miles of empty grass. Nothing but the thin layer of leaves on the mire's border separated her from the faraway sun. "Thinking about leaving?" Maldep sat beside her, eyes cast down though his attention wasn't, apparently, just on the crossbow in his lap. "Mm. I dunno." Steadying herself on the trunk, Stephox sunk to sit down herself. "Wouldn't be that hard." Entertained little smile, she glanced over at him. "No, guess it wouldn't. All we'd need to do is walk, huh?" He finally looked at her, the last of the warm light catching his eyes; Then he looked aside again. "Well, we'd probably want to bring some food." "Water. Maybe a bedroll each." Maldep was quiet, hands idle over his crossbow. "And then all we'd need to do is walk."
In the dead of night, Stephox sat in a tree at the edge of the mire, halfway dozing off, looking into the far distance. A grippli cry, chirping, echoed through the night - she sat upright, then rose to her feet on the tree branch, and sang back. At her voice, Maldep roused, peering blearily up, as another call answered her. "I found her!" It had been the first time she'd stayed out in the mire at night with Maldep. She'd been gone full days for months and raised no questions - Maldep had asked if she wanted to stay there and she found no reason why not. But there they were. She watched Khupil round a tree, tight grip on his spear, head turning this way and that in the dark. He opened his mouth to call out to her again, but she cut him off: "Hi, Khupil." He looked straight up; After a moment of bewilderment, he broke into a smile to match hers. That's when Gondis caught up, leaping a log, landing squarely beside them, and promptly throwing up his hands. "Stephox! Where have you been?" "Right here," she answered, a bit faintly. Any elaboration, any insistence she thought no one would care felt silly now, especially as her father began climbing the tree to berate her properly up close. "What made you think-?" He stopped - Maldep sat on the branch behind Stephox, looking disoriented and out of place. "Who's this?" asked Gondis. "This is Maldep," Step answered. "The seer's son." "I'm not-" he tried to interrupt. "Right, right," murmured Gondis. His gaze turned suddenly from thoughtful to stern between Maldep and then back to Stephox. "You've been together?" "Almost every day. Swear it." He held his gaze a moment longer, but gave a small almost-approving nod, then turned. "Well, come on. You're still coming home." As Gondis began descending the tree, Stephox stopped to look back at Maldep. "You should come." Maldep didn't say anything, expression unconvinced. From the ground, Gondis called, "Bring your friend, Stephox!" Under Stephox's smug and entertained look, Maldep stammered, "That's- That's alright-" Looking back up at him, "We're not gonna leave you alone out here at night, kid. Hurry up." True to his word, Gondis started walking whether or not the others were following. Khupil, at least, waited to watch Stephox climb down and, just after, Maldep drop down beside her. He uncomfortably takes Khupil's clap on the shoulder (accompanied by the knowing smile of an older brother who thinks he's meeting his sister's boyfriend). Maldep trailed the group, easy to miss in the night his greens and greys behind the blues and reds ahead. Eventually, conversation between Stephox and Khupil faded off, and she began to drift behind the men until she was back beside Maldep. In the cool swamp air, she wrapped her arms around herself like she was frightened, and she seemed almost melancholy - but still, Maldep saw, a serene sort of comfort, and when she glanced his way she gave him a little smile. She unwrapped her arms from herself and slipped his hand into hers, dark enough that neither of the others would see it even if they turned. And Maldep, turning his eyes back forward, held on tight.
Khupil, Cuol, and Pelik. Lophox.
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Post by Kor on Apr 9, 2023 9:00:17 GMT -6
saw a character named marshamellov. so good.
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Apr 9, 2023 22:09:21 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Apr 9, 2023 22:09:21 GMT -6
"My mother was Droundox. My father was Gondis. My sister was Lophox, and my brothers were Khupil, Cuol, and Pelik. "Khupil was the smartest person I've ever met. And the kindest. Cuol... was a bit of a cunt, but I know he just wanted mom's attention. He had a beautiful singing voice. Pelik didn't talk much, but he was just as smart as Khupil. He was born with a twisted up leg and the most amazing talent for building. "And Lophox... she would have been a perfect leader. Everything a good one should be - brave and quick and right. And she was the funniest person I ever knew, whenever mom wasn't listening." "Step... What... sort of person was your mother?" Looking up, Step's smile fades. She looks back down, fidgets. "... She cared about me." "When you say it like that, it makes it hard to believe you." She wraps her arms around herself, keeping her eyes down. "... I remember the first time I met my friend, Maldep - I asked him what he was doing out in the mire alone. He said, 'the same thing as you. Seeing if anyone will come looking for me.' "... And they did. I was gone all day, but months later, the first time he convinced me to stay out with him at night, I woke up when I heard Khupil calling out. He and dad had come looking for me. I went back with them. And my mom was still awake, waiting for me. "Maldep and I spent a lot of time at the edge of the mire. The point where the trees broke and you could see all the way to the horizon. We talked about leaving a lot. But we never did. We both had some reason to stay. For me, it was that: The time they came looking for me. Knowing if I was ever gone too long or too far, they'd come looking for me again. Knowing my mom would be there. Waiting for me to come home." Her breaths came in ragged and she raised an arm to wipe at the welling in her eyes. "I want them to come find me," she managed. "I want them to come find me."
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Post by Kor on Apr 14, 2023 13:39:18 GMT -6
"the anglerfish" dragonborn fisherman turned knight ahablike parasocial relationship with fish twilight cleric for light? affair with a slightly disapproving but slightly enamored ocean spirit a la top one here...
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Post by Kor on Apr 25, 2023 17:24:26 GMT -6
auughhhhh. pussy surgery ?
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May 1, 2023 21:49:08 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on May 1, 2023 21:49:08 GMT -6
Bas stops walking. "... Cruz?" He approaches the horse, hold out his hand to it. The horse ignores him until the hand gets too close and it snorts and turns haughtily away from it. "Ha. Yeah, that's Cruz. Rhys? You can cast speak with animals, can't you?" Crouching by Cruz, Bas says, "Ask him if Terris is here." Rhys looks up. "Who?" "I hope you'll have the chance to find out. Please." Sensing Sebastian's urgency, Rhys turns to the horse. "Alright, fella. Is Terris here?" A long moment elapsed. Rhys looks back up at Sebastian. "This horse is... very mean." "The meanest. Terris?" "He said she's here." Before Rhys can continue, he's interrupted by a startled whinny from Cruz as Sebastian hops the fence. He watches him rush to the door, then turns his best disapproving look on Cruz. "There's no need for that sort of language."
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Post by Kor on May 19, 2023 20:50:55 GMT -6
The door jostled the bell mounted above it, filling the storefront with it's jingling, and just as melodiously came Jon's voice announcing her too: "Hellooo." Elane stood from his seat behind the counter. "Jon Fatey! To what do I owe the pleasure?" He tipped his head knowingly. "Tore your jacket again?" With a sigh full with melancholy, Jon started to slide the fit blue jacket from her shoulders. "A bit more than torn this time, I'm afraid." Looking plain in just her collared shirt and suspenders, she met Elane in the middle of the shop's floor, presenting him the jacket's burnt hem. Elane took it to study, thumbing over the fabric until his eyes flickered back up to her, eyebrows raised. Silent, Jon put up both her hands in a defenseless shrug, and the tailor sighed. "I'll see what I can do, Jon, but even I'm not a miracle worker." Looking sorrowful, "Well, perhaps its time for a new one, then..." Setting it on the counter, Elane hummed, "It has gotten quite faded." Resting a hand over her heart, concern in her voice, "Really? Is it bad?" Elane turned and leaned back onto the counter's wood face, bobbing his head to the side. "Well, a new one would be better." Jon's face cracked into a devilish smile, dropping her hand and spreading her arms to her side. "Please, Elane, what do I have to do to get your honest opinion instead of your businessman's opinion." Smiling, he arched a brow. "That is my honest opinion. Come, let's see if you've gotten anymore waifish since the last one." "Don't bother. Any weight I've lost I plan to put back on in excess while I'm in the city." With a sigh, Jon joined him at the counter, straightening up as Elane took the measuring tape to her. "Try Dama Fontanella's. Fantastic new seafood place." Faint laugh. "Any recommendations that aren't seafood?" Knelt by her waist, he looked up at her. "Oh, please, as if you've been dredging up your own lobster while you're at sea?" Elane rose to his feet, rolling the tape around his darkened fingers. "So, what do you say? How about a red this time?" She turned to him, practically nose to nose if it weren't for the difference in height, a look of the utmost amusement plastered on her face. Feinging confusion, he drew his eyebrows together. "No? How about a green, then?" "I'm starting to feel a bit insulted, Elane." "Fine, fine! Another blue jacket for Jon Fatey!" He broke off towards the back of the store and Jon spun around to follow him with a look that seemed genuinely a bit hurt. "Really, Elane, come on! Do you not like the blue?" "It's not that I don't like it!" His voice was muffled by the distance until he turned back around. "I just don't understand why." "What's not to understand? It looks good, doesn't it?" "It's just..." He took the old jacket from the counter, put it back in her hands. "With the eyes, it's a bit, I don't know, predictable?" "Predictable," Jon echoed, looking down at her jacket. After a moment, she shifted her head side to side. "I suppose I could live with that. I'm not trying to look unpredictable." Hand on the counter, Elane grinned. "Sure. In that way it really balances out your personality." "Oh, please!" Laughing, Jon draped the jacket over her arms. "And to think, I almost told you the real reason I always pick blue." Widening his eyes and tilting his head, "Well we both know I can't let you leave until you tell me now." With exaggerated grievance, "Well, if I really must..." With the most serious look that could fit on her - in Elane's opinion - very theatrical and silly face, "It's for camouflage." He shut his eyes a moment, then hit the wood of the table. "Of course! It's for camouflage! Get out of my sight, Jon." "Can't. No jacket." "Two days." Instantly cheerful once more, "I'll hold you to it! Afternoon, Elane!" Just like that, swinging her old jacket back over her shoulders, Jon Fatey disappeared out the shop's door.
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Post by Kor on May 22, 2023 17:59:35 GMT -6
I think maybe Chime takes Chris's form without her glasses - as she was a couple times during her spiral, but most important as Noah left her body
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