Hobby Dive into the Dark: the Carrion Crown Play-by-Post!

[Memento Mori]

d20

intimidate

 

[The Patriarchy]

intimidate

its a skill. usually you say what you will say or do to intimidate but you can keep it simple.

when you roll a skill its always a d20 roll

 

[Memento Mori]

its a skill. usually you say what you will say or do to intimidate but you can keep it simple.

when you roll a skill its always a d20 roll

I rolled 14, intimidate the villagers

 

[The Patriarchy]

I rolled 14, intimidate the villagers

oh yeah i forgot i need to refresh to see rolls.

 

[Schwarzwald]

I rolled 14, intimidate the villagers

*Pssssst* hey tell them your gonna rip their dicks off and use them for fish bait, that's intimidating.... (Chestnut whispers)

 

[The Patriarchy]

Before the words can settle, I step from the grave’s edge, my robe dragging through the sucking mud. Across the fog-drowned Restlands, a small figure stands upon the mound of fresh earth that will soon hold the Professor.


The halfling claims the rise as if it were a throne. Platinum hair, unnaturally straight, falls like pale silk around a narrow face. His deep purple-shadowed eyes regard the villagers from seventy feet away, the distance kept like a moat between himself and their breath, their dirt, their ignorance.


he rambles some schitzo garble that nobody understands, you think it might be intentionally elven at times


one of the pallbearers breaks the silence.


“I’m gonna rip their dicks off and use them for fish bait!”


The curly-haired slayer crouches like a hunting dog straining at the leash, black curls damp with fog. Beside him the broad-shouldered rogue shifts slightly, a light mace loose at his side, eyes flicking across the six men ahead.


The other pallbearers close ranks.


Across the field, Gibs’ face darkens. His companions move with him, hands dropping toward farm tools



The fog tightens.


Weapons are drawn.

@Apollo Tenzen @Memento Mori @Schwarzwald roll D20 and post combat strategy

rolling for Rafaels card

 

[The Patriarchy]

 

[Apollo Tenzen]

Before the words can settle, I step from the grave’s edge, my robe dragging through the sucking mud. Across the fog-drowned Restlands, a small figure stands upon the mound of fresh earth that will soon hold the Professor.


The halfling claims the rise as if it were a throne. Platinum hair, unnaturally straight, falls like pale silk around a narrow face. His deep purple-shadowed eyes regard the villagers from seventy feet away, the distance kept like a moat between himself and their breath, their dirt, their ignorance.


he rambles some schitzo garble that nobody understands, you think it might be intentionally elven at times


one of the pallbearers breaks the silence.


“I’m gonna rip their dicks off and use them for fish bait!”


The curly-haired slayer crouches like a hunting dog straining at the leash, black curls damp with fog. Beside him the broad-shouldered rogue shifts slightly, a light mace loose at his side, eyes flicking across the six men ahead.


The other pallbearers close ranks.


Across the field, Gibs’ face darkens. His companions move with him, hands dropping toward farm tools



The fog tightens.


Weapons are drawn.

@Apollo Tenzen @Memento Mori @Schwarzwald roll D20 and post combat strategy

rolling for Rafaels card

I am sorry bro, gonna post tomorrow, too tired btw. great game

 

[Memento Mori]

Before the words can settle, I step from the grave’s edge, my robe dragging through the sucking mud. Across the fog-drowned Restlands, a small figure stands upon the mound of fresh earth that will soon hold the Professor.


The halfling claims the rise as if it were a throne. Platinum hair, unnaturally straight, falls like pale silk around a narrow face. His deep purple-shadowed eyes regard the villagers from seventy feet away, the distance kept like a moat between himself and their breath, their dirt, their ignorance.


he rambles some schitzo garble that nobody understands, you think it might be intentionally elven at times


one of the pallbearers breaks the silence.


“I’m gonna rip their dicks off and use them for fish bait!”


The curly-haired slayer crouches like a hunting dog straining at the leash, black curls damp with fog. Beside him the broad-shouldered rogue shifts slightly, a light mace loose at his side, eyes flicking across the six men ahead.


The other pallbearers close ranks.


Across the field, Gibs’ face darkens. His companions move with him, hands dropping toward farm tools



The fog tightens.


Weapons are drawn.

@Apollo Tenzen @Memento Mori @Schwarzwald roll D20 and post combat strategy

rolling for Rafaels card

Cast icicle