CE male Tiefling Antiquarian 9
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|AC 23, T 14, FF 21|HP: 75/75|F +8, R +7, W +6 (+6 vs fear, +2 vs gaze/dream/phantasm, +1 vs confusion/insanity/WIS loss)|Init +2, Perc +7?|CMB +7 CMD 19|12/12 Starspawn grimdog73 wrote: cleric it is...will add info tomorrow..brain is kinda fried right now... *ties a bib, eagerly lays out ritual obsidian dinnerware....*
Dedrick, The Professor wrote:
*shows up wearing a blood-soaked paper hat and apron, waves an even more blood-soaked hand while holding an oddly-immaculate obsidian ritual cleaver in the other* I DO hope the baker and the chandler keep stubbornly holding out...I much prefer a hostile takeover!
First, I would sacrifice 139 humanoids to Yog-Sothoth, then I would drain their blood into a 5-dimensional alembic, then raze an Iomedan church, then turn a king to gold, then sacrifice HIS family to Yog-Sothoth, and waitwaitwaitwaitwait I'm sorry, did someone just ask me a question...? I'm in the market for some enchanted legwear; what would you recommend for one such as myself?
CE male Tiefling Antiquarian 9
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|AC 23, T 14, FF 21|HP: 75/75|F +8, R +7, W +6 (+6 vs fear, +2 vs gaze/dream/phantasm, +1 vs confusion/insanity/WIS loss)|Init +2, Perc +7?|CMB +7 CMD 19|12/12 Starspawn GM Erich wrote: “Sorry, the boss ain’t in right now. I can take your order, though. Just step right up to the counter here.” the man says. "Yeah, can I get a Double-McZombie, extra embalming fluid, hold the bilious humors, with a side of Crawly-McHands and a large liquid nitrogen?...Yeah, make that all carryitselfout....whaddya mean you don't have a licence to sell spirits?!?"
Sometimes I think
...But then I sink
UP THERE! There is so much room!
Up there, Up where the skies are ocean blue
They say I don't belong,
What is Evil anyway?
UP THERE! There is so much room!
Up there, Up where the skies are ocean blue
*stands in the back somewhere, inhaling sharply through a crystalline straw-like apparatus pointed - precisely along the path of a major interstellar ley line, no less - at the back of Vidmaster7's head* ...*sudden worried look in crossed eyes directed down at straw* Fortitude save vs starvation: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 *coughs politely a few times* Ah. A-ha. Hmm, perhaps it is time I cut back....
*shows up again, now hefting something he didn't have before: a heavy, jingling sack oddly covered in static-clinging mothballs* Apologies *hee-hee!*, I was just *long, scary facial tic* having a deLIGhTfuL tête-à-tête vis-à-vis some *a-hahahaha* mutual annoyances of ours... ...now, to demonstrate my Culinary Arts acumen!: *blasts and blackens Dedrick, The Professor with his signature shriveling spell but only so much before conjuring a fire vampire to rapidly slow-roast the remains while he rehydrates them via the most delicate and loving means* ...now season with some hearty essential salts and peppercorns, and there you have it: Pot Roast Von Dedrick! ... Ah, and by the way: I understand there's recently been a vacancy in the Chemistry department? Count Reiner Heydrich wrote:
A wise man, Count! *telekinetically throws Vidmaster7 out the window...* ...how many yards?: 5d100 ⇒ (90, 69, 46, 61, 79) = 345 Hm. I suppose we can trust that one!
OHH, COUNT HEYDRIIIICH...! *front door suddenly swings wide open, and in roughly the time it would take for a medium-sized anthropoid to move 60 feet, a long, thin shadow crosses the threshold, preceding a tall, thin, rain-drenched, somewhat heavily-armed fellow with multiple heavy bags* I...*heeheeheehee*...hear you have *titter* vacancies among your chemistry, astronomy *IA!*, *CH-CH-CH-CH/ah-ah-ah-ah* culinary arts, and *fhfhfhfhfh* medical psychology departments???
I've found you a lovely little place...! The next poster accepted a cosmic chariot-ride from great hoary Nodens - that meddlesome fool!
Indeed I do! *conjures a neh-thalggu* The next poster, years ago now, sold its soul for a bowl of good clam chowder.
Dear Possible-Honored-Cousin-π-Removed GoatToucher, I am...ah, having such an inordinate degree of difficulty (yesss) with a particular clue in a crossword puzzle, it, ah, evades even my superlative intellect, a-ha-ha! and I simply know not else where to *tic* turn. The clue, to which the corresponding proper answer is precisely 18 letters long (spaces and punctuation are entirely null for purposes of these puzzles, just to be clear), is: "First make haste, and drop the 'E', join with ashes' final resting place where 'N' is null, say only then what you get, iterate three, speak that aloud, and there HE'LL be." Be certain *hrk* to *titter* say it aloud, would you my good man? Just to be certain.... Yours in Damnation, Salvation, Beatification, and Perdition, A Connoisseur of the Great Old Ultra-Violence
GoatToucher:
GoatToucher wrote: 13/13 Bela Lugosi's dead. I don't get it. 6/10. The "skullcap" comb-over shall always be the height of fashion for corrupt and wicked clergy and takes undeniable skill! Well done! -1 for your otherwise-tawdry dress-sense. I simply do not care for it. -3 because of my eternal disdain for clergy of almost any sort - even the wicked!
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