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4 yrs ago
Current Ethical? No. Illegal? Also no.
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4 yrs ago
Some people need to make a hard choice when deciding which two karaoke streams they want to listen to. I have no such weakness: I have two ears for a reason.
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5 yrs ago
The hard part about trying to play some politically savvy mastermind is the assumption that the world operates off real world politics and not your DM’s politics.
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6 yrs ago
Don't put too much stock in prophesies. At best they're full of shit, but more often than not they're one of those self-fullilling kinds. Plan for what happens afterwards instead.
6 yrs ago
A character isn't deep or compelling just because you let them get hurt a lot, are always depressed, or do morally questionable things.
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If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.

I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.

As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.

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Yoh quietly listened to Jalester, though he didn’t really offer much info. Yoh vaguely knew both Zhentarim and Xanathar, the Zhents being a shady but largely legal organization. As in, you can openly be zhentarim and most wont be too worked up about it. Xanathar however, Yoh never met or heard anything particularly positive about them. Another criminal gang but they’re lead by a beholder. Perhaps their conflict could provide some opportunity for work.

Than would you happen to know where I might find some work to be done? For you, perhaps? It certainly seems like you’ve something weighing on your mind.”

Azure gave you a dull look, getting annoyed. "Look, I appreciate your help fending off the Sahuagin, but I ain't got time worry about the voices in your head when we got actual problems going on right now." As she says this, you could hear some men shout a warning as a rigging snaps and almost tears someone in half. Azure quickly turned her attention away from you and goes to try and help despite her injuries, completely ignoring you to deal with the current issue. Othie crawled out from her hiding spot and looked over at you. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you into trouble...." Azure and a few sailors managed to get control of the errant rigging and went back to work trying to repair and operate the ship. Sticky walks by and sees you just as Othie went back to hiding. "Caeda, you aight? Did ya get knicked with something from dem sea beasties?"
Sure enough, there was an ambush waiting for them. Orchid sighed miserably; maybe if Angus didn't announce their escape they might've had a chance to sneak up on their captors. Maybe if they didn't spend so much time interrogating Wyatt, they'd be better prepared. A lot of what-ifs and should haves. Orchid was quickly finding that she can't really rely on some of these people to actually cooperate with each other, so at best Orchid will just have to watch out for herself. She can't save stupid after all. "Najila, cut your fire spell! You're going to smoke us all out at this rate!" Orchid went over to try and help put out the flames, using her glaive to hack off burning parts and stomping out the flames afterwards. "If there was an ambush waiting for us, I guess subtly and stealth are out of the question. Not that it seems like such things were an option in the first place... The rest of you will need to hang back and let me and Angus take the lead."

My long awaited post. Apology of that seems like an anticlimactic end, but I’ve discussed it with Irish previously and hopefully this works with his approval. Some details you should know:

Shin gashadokuro is a stronger version of a regular gashadokuro, specifically being a level 100 version. However aside from inflated stats and size, Shin gashadokuro has no unique abilities beyond the basic undead version, and thus needed Bone Daddy’s unique ability to share his abilities with fellow undead to do the whole lightning grasp thing.

Bone Martyrs main purpose is to cause a spacial paradox utilizing bags of holding built into their bodies, namely their mouth and hand. Basically, when you try and out an extra dimensional space inside of another extra dimensional space, this creates a paradox that destroys both offending objects and creates a 10-foot radius black hole that leads to the astral planes, which is basically the space between various worlds. It doesn’t kill, simply teleports by force, which is usually a death sentence, usually because anyone with teleportation abilities could simply teleport themselves back to the physical realm, so this is mostly a temporary measure. And bags of holding are expensive, which is why there are only ten Bone Martyrs (now nine).
It was time. Everyone was giving it their all to defeat this threat, but even their best won’t be enough to truly stop the monster that is Morgan. Bone Daddy knew this well; it wasn’t unusual in their past lives to have been raided by enemies of the Chateau who by all rights, far outstripped them in power. The strong rules the weak after all, and that wasn’t any different here. But the Chateau was not weak. It may not be powerful, but it was far from weak. Because when you are desperate, backed into a corner, prey learns how to bare their fangs and fight back against those who thought to oppress them. Suddenly, everyone would hear a ringing in their ear.

“Please clear the area.”

Suddenly a giant black fist exploded out from the ground. It wrapped itself around Morgan tightly, so much that even she would have difficulty escaping. And if that wasn’t enough and unfathomable amount of Eletrical energy began to surge through the first and electrocute the Gorgon. Emerging fully from the gardens was a massive black skeleton: Shin Gashadokuro. A skeletal giant made of one thousand skeletons, and at its head was none other than Butterfly. Even just half of this monstrosity was nearly as tall as the tallest tower in the Chateau, and the rest of it was still coming out from the ground. But this wasn’t Butterfly’s trump card.

“This party is over. I shall clean up this mess.”

As he continued to crush and electrocute Morgan to stun and restrain her, the gashadokuro slammed his fist towards the ground. But it would never touch even a spec of dirt; not before a single Bone Martyr stood up and walked where the point of impact was at. He opened his mouth and shoved his hand inside, an act which caused space itself to warp right as the fist crushed the martyr. In an instant, a black hole formed that sucked in everything within ten feet: the ground, the snow, Morgan, and even gashadokuro itself was pulled into this black hole and teleported into the endless realm of space: the Astral Plane.

Falling from the skies was Butterfly who, despite his actual name, lacked any means of flight as he would plummet to the ground. He had disengaged himself from gashadokuro just in time to avoid getting sucked into the Astral Realm and gave the giant the final command to slay Morgan by whatever means necessary. A potential but at the same time uncertain possibility. They still don’t know Morgan’s full abilities. Bone Daddy simply hopes Shin Gashadokuro would be enough to at least finish her off.

“Master Rodias, we need to discuss today’s events. It is of urgent importance.”

These words Bone Daddy said calmly as he would soon hit the ground.
Azure was in rough shape, even after being tended by Buggsy. Seemed like she had broken a few bones around her ribs and shoulder when she tangled with those octopi, forcing her to bandage up her body and go without her sword to keep the weight off her broken bones. She couldn't even use her hands if she wanted to heal quickly, forcing her to do nothing but oversee the others, much to her vocal displeasure. When you came over to her and ask how she was doing, she told you as much. "Fucking shit is what. Buggsy needs to hurry up and become a proper cleric so we can bounce back from these incidents more quickly. Ship can't afford to be bogged down by the wounded in a crisis like this." Afterwards you asked your question about the storage area and explained your concerns. Azure listened but seemed confused. "Can't say I know why there would be anything in the cargo hold. All we have right now is lumber and metal from the Ferric Empire. Could be that those fish-eyed bastards managed to sneak down below deck. If I weren't halfway to dead right now I'd go down there and check myself. But who's Othie? I don't have anyone in this crew by that name." Othie herself was hidden on your person, willing to tag along but still trying to hide herself from others.
For drowned, you know that that while they are capable of swimming and climbing, they aren't otherwise too different from your typical zombie. They’re tough to kill by conventional means but holy magic can put them down very easily, though again this is pretty obvious for anyone who has ever thought about dealing with the undead before.

Sirens are a bit more of a mixed bag. Firstly they are a Fey creature and while it’s not unusual for evil fey to command the undead, sirens as a whole aren’t typically “evil”. Granted they are fey, and fey have a very alien outlook on good and evil compared to mortals. Usually whenever you’ve heard stories about mortals succumbing to the song of a siren, it’s usually due to the mortals own carelessness and pride rather than anything the siren does beyond her alluring song. More importantly, sirens are vain fey, and are attracted to uniqueness and beauty. It’s not unusual for a Siren to this claim a shipwreck and it’s treasures, adorning themselves with things like jewelry and the like, but at the same time they are very disgusted by things they consider ugly, which is usually people and the undead. So a siren at the shipwreck? Normal. One control undead? Abnormal.
Roll two religion checks, one for the Siren and one for the Drowned.
Not yet actually, that's why he said he needs some time to figure out what happened while he was gone. While he doesn't know that Erendal is dead, he has a pretty good idea that you guys got involved somehow, as he recognizes the Lightning Company guards in his prison and was already aware of their work relationship with Erendal. Aisha will rely what you told her to him though, so that we're all on the same page. It's just you know, he's got a lot to report himself, compare notes, all this informational skullduggery stuff that is usually conveniently written in someone's journal but, alas.
Othie was indeed safe in the room, having armed herself with a proper needle this time. She was hidden when you first entered but came out from her hiding spot when you revealed yourself. "Caeda, something doesn't feel right. It feels like there's.... There's still something here. I don't know what it is but it feels... Foul. Below us..." Othie also didn't feel comfortable staying in the room by herself, and wanted to tag along with you. "I felt this evil when the fighting started. Like a monster circling it's prey. It's still here too..." The only place below your room was the storage area, where the bulk of the cargo was held. The only access to it was locked however, as only the captain and his first mate could access it. And many of the crew members, even if wounded, still needed to work around the ship. Bugsby had his hands full trying to save the lives of those who were wounded and the Master-Of-Arms was repairing the damage to the ship itself. They were still in the rougher parts of the water as well, so there wasn't a lot of people who weren't busy.
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