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6 yrs ago
Current Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
8 yrs ago
Purple, because aliens wear red hats.
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10 yrs ago
Isn't it weird how you can start a private conversation with yourself?
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In Feral 9 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Dun dun duuuuuuuun!
"Oh yes. Broke the neck of two of them before the rest of our adventuring troupe got there to back me up. Noticed that they really dislike bright light. Admittedly we outnumbered them, but it wasn't an easy fight. They like to use poisoned weapons..." Cyriana spat on the ground and shook her head. "I'm not sure why there was a group of 6 Drow above ground anyways... maybe they were scouts or something..." The elf glanced at Calvin and nodded "Yes, they do have underground cities - the names of which I will not repeat because it might bring bad luck on us." She smiled sheepishly "Admittedly I could probably hold a conversation in their foul language - you see my father was a scholar and had this nearly unnerving fascination on all sorts of cultures. Learned a thing or two from him, but what are the odds I'd have to chat with a drow, right?" She tilted her head slightly and giggled.
Oh.. wait... *runs in* KILL ALL THE THINGS!!! BWAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!
Cyriana rolled her eye at Straw's comment and instead turned her attention to Calvin as they made their way northwards. "Well I have been to a north... Not in this particular area, more northwest if I recall correctly." She stared to the distance and sighed. "Ran in to some rather nasty people there..." The frail elf shivered noticeably at the less than nice memory. "You two heard of the Drow?" She inquired politely.
Well the main points to know are that the pearl/orb can heal wounds and launch blasts of more or less concentrated arcane energy. It also may house the spirit of a dragon - or something similar, maybe a lich (that would explain the arcane energy thing...) which gives Cyriana strength, but since she's an elf her body can't adjust to it so... let's just say that when she punches someone the person being punched is going to stay down, but it will also break her arm.

Also if the orb is removed she will most likely die.

Ofcourse if that sounds overtly overpowered I can dial it back.
Cyriana glanced at Straw and tilted her head a bit "You peeked, didn't you?" Surprisingly she did not sound as much angry, more just disappointed. "Here I was hoping I was travelling with gentlemen." She glanced at Calvin over her shoulder and shrugged. "Oh, I have been many things over the years. A healer, farmer, thief... I even spent some years in a monastery, but that wasn't really my place." She rolled her eye and smiled before again heading towards the north.
Well we could do a time skip of some kind.

Do you have some questions about Cyriana's eye you'd like to be answered?
Cyriana removed the bandages that covered her left eye. In the place of what once had been a beautiful emerald green eye was now something that was awfully discolored. It seemed more like a lizard's eye than anything else and the fact it was not moving made it seem like it was an oddly colored pearl or something such. The frail elf closed her right eye and lurched forwards. The strange pearl began gleaming, the gleam became a flash of light - the intensity of which became stronger by every passing second.

Then the light was gone and Cyriana stood up straight. She quickly covered the left side of her face again and took a deep breath. She seemed so much better all of a sudden - though still pale her right arm was healed again. "I feel much better already. Perhaps we should be on our way?" The dark haired elf glanced at the two men and stretched her right arm.
Cyriana was about to ask some further questions, but the trio began riding off before she had managed to get a word out - and at that moment the horrible racking cough was back. The frail elf fell on her knees and clutched her side while again spitting droplets of blood to the ground. She gasped for air for several moments before getting back on her feet and wiping some blood from the side of her mouth. "Damn it... This just keeps getting worse... Maybe I should..." Her hand moved to the knot that kept the bandages over her left eye in place. She seemed to hesitate and glanced at her travelling companions. "Would the two of you please avert your eyes for a few moments?" The elf inquired with her sweetest tone.
In Feral 9 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
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