YES, I AM CURSED WITH YOUR HORRIBLE FACE.
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EPHRIAM THAT GLUED-TOGETHER STATUE IS LIKE ONE OF YOUR FIGURINES. ONLY IT LOOKS LIKE IT WAS MADE BY SOMEONE WITH TALENT.
CAST REPETITIVE ENCOUNTERS INTO THE DARKNESS BETWEEN THE STARS. SGN'WAHLOTH Y-KADISHTU 'AIOTH YA LW'NAFH.
…AND I WANT BE HERE WHEN THE LAST OF THE LAST FALL. LAUGHING.
SHHHHHH.
Thanks all. Imp. Familiar it is. I would like to swap based on days but it's a bit too much effort. If we know we have a lot of downtime coming up I will probably run a different setup though. Profiles updated shortly, I'll add Intimidation to Ephie's and note it's Mr. Splinters.
HELLO FRIENDS. I need to review familiar/master abilities. Hero Lab doesn't not seem to count them correctly. Anyone mind checking my abilities here? Abilities
- Mr. Splinters always has Master's form: Manual dexterity, speech, Master's form. This costs 3, meaning I have 3 to play with.
Not sure what to do with the last one. Mr. splinters has valet familiar so I can take familiar focus if anyone thinks they would want a refocus in battle. Otherwise maybe Climb because dolls climbing on the ceiling is always creepy. I think next level Ephie will definitely take Spell Battery.
Mr. Splinters perches on Ephie's shoulder, laughing and smiling as he looks down upon the humanoids.
Mr. Splinters stares at Ruanna and laughs and laughs.
Mr. Splinters lies on the ground, very still, grinning and making plans.
OF COURSE.
EPHRIAM DO NOT DARE I WILL KNIFE YOU IN YOUR —
YES EPHIE… YOU DO NOT WANT TO EAT. DO NOT WANT TO DRINK. MORE AND MORE LIKE A MANNEQUIN AS THE DAYS GO BY.
The dummy's eyes snap left, right, then he reaches over with a jerking motion to cut the deck. After the reading, his wooden mouth hinges open and he speaks in Ephie's voice. THE CHAINS TWIST TIGHTER DAY BY DAY. THE RABBIT WEARS FOX'S FACE.
WELL THAT WAS… FUN?
"GIVE US A DISCOUNT IF WE ARE GOING TO MAKE LITTLE TOWN SAFER." — Ephie tries to shove Mr. Splinters into his backpack and winces as he holds in a cry of pain. Somehow the doll has carved a sharp little knife!
Mr. Splinters blinks his eyes at Ephie. "YES WE ARE. COME CLOSER EPHRIAM I WANT TO GIVE YOU A HUG."
I AM HAPPY WITH EPHRIAM JUST AS HE IS.
Mr. Splinters hungrily eyes the treasure, waiting to discover what it is!
WHAT COULD GO WRONG.
Mr. Splinters chuckles as the Quasit explodes. WOW YOU GUYS SAVED THE GOOD STUFF FOR… THAT LITTLE GUY!? NOT FOR THE XULGATHS!? AMAZING.
CUT IT OUT
OWWWWW WHHYYY Half of Mr. Splinters' face bubbles away; one porcelaion eyeball pops out on a spring.
I LOVE ALL THE HORRIBLE SURPRISES THIS COMBAT IS THROWING AT US.
Mr. Splinters hops off Ephie's shoulder. The wooden poppet bobs around in the water, grinning up at Ephie. We all float down here. You'll float, too.
Mr. Splinters imagines the smell of burning hair just for fun.
On cleaning day Mr. Splinters's face is transformed into an unnatural, grinning facsimile of Ephie's. His eyes never blink while he digs grime out from tiles with an awl and sweeps away cobwebs with a brush. Somehow, he always seems to be kicking up dust and making annoying little noises wherever Nabi is trying to daydream.
Mr., Splinters pokes his head out from Ephie's bag. SO WHAT WAS THE GENIUS PLAN HERE? WHERE IS THE BLOODSHED? ARE YOU GOING TO SPLATTER THESE FOOLS ALL OVER THE FLOOR OR WHAT? He giggles as he ducks back under.
YOU WILL BE OUR CAPTIVES.
Mr. Splinters sits atop Ephie's backpack and pantomimes stabbing motions.
AN IMPRESSIVE VOLUME OF BLOOD YOU ARE LEAVING BEHIND.
SO YOU ARE GOING TO THE PLACE LITERALLY NAMED AFTER LIGHTNING AND YOU PREPPED ELECTRIC ARC THIS MORNING? WHO IS THE REAL DUMMY HERE, EPHRIAM?
Mr. Splinters hacks up another feather.
The doll coughs up a dove's feather.
DO YOU SEE THE DUMB SMILE PLASTERED ACROSS MY FACE? Mr. Splinters turns his painted-on grin toward the circus wagons.
THE BIRD POISONS WITH IT BITE — LIKE THIS. Ephie jumps and clutches his bleeding ear. Ow!
OHH. AWKWARD.
EPHRIAM HAS A WORD-OF-THE-DAY CALENDAR. GUESS WHAT TODAY'S WAS.
HAHA. Mr. Splinters chuckles at only something only he can see.
As Ephie starts to splutter and blush, Mr. Splinters peeks over his shoulder. OH THE MISTRESS NEEDS YOUR PERMISSION BEFORE SENDING HELP? I WILL TELL HER THAT.
When he smiles, he chatters his sharp little teeth.
Mr. Splinters looks nervously at all the flammable materials.
CHOP CHOP.
DON'T YOU WANT TO WORK ON OUR act, EPHRIAM? WE BETTER WORK ON OUR act OR ELSE.
LUCKY you DIDN'T KILL HER, EPHRIAM.
A WHOLE CIRCUS OF FOOLS.
Your poppet is immune to bleed, death effects, disease, doomed, drained, fatigued, healing, necromancy, nonlethal attacks, paralyzed, poison, sickened, and unconscious. Not sure if that was a Harm spell, but it may be Splinters is immune.
Half of Mr. Splinter's face gets blasted away. One glass eye, above a fractured grin, rolls up and stares at Ephie. "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE PUT ME HERE, EPHRIAM. YOU'LL PAY." -- If it's empty:
"SAFE." If it's not empty: Mr. Splinters will relay what he sees under the armoire.
TELL THEM WHY YOU RAN AWAY… TELL THEM OR I WILL……… HEHEHE!
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