#vehemens

[localgremlinz]

EXE OC concept (This one actually became an OC and has a page on the SonicEXE Continued Oddities wiki :3)

[acaranna]

BEEP! (If Heskan can hold a phone with his big lizard hands is what Vehemens wonders HAUEHAE)

27. A weird text

From: Heskan - To: Vehemens - [02h34am]

“JLGHEisn nlskdj hhioesjm ldhfhe …”

From: Heskan - To: Vehemens - [02h35am]

“KKdhIEJonlkm sllkfsiejilsdn ,”

From: Heskan - To: Vehemens - [03h05am]

“Oh dear! Please excuse the last messages! Bonny managed to get her paws onto my phone. Though I have no idea how she managed to do that.”

SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE.

[shiftyarchfey]

A collection of moments™ from our first session

@acaranna @monaramis @zanidragon

- They started their journey by dying and subsequently being resurrected. The first thing they ALL do?

Mend their (mangled) clothes (they all had the mending cantrip)

- “Can we have it on paper?” The aasimar death cleric to the wizard who just resurrected them and wants his archnemesis dead in exchange.

- First nat 1 of the campaign: Death Cleric Knocks Glass of Water Out Of Dragonborn’s Hand, More At 10

- “What are you doing here?” 

“We’re on vacation.”

“In the ass end of nowhere, in the middle fo a forest?” (She believed them though.)

- The 6.8 ft tall dragonborn being dragged away to dance and bumping into all the celebrating village people.

- “OH LOOK IT’S THOSE TWO LOSERS AGAIN!” -Rogue/bard elf upon meeting two acquaintances (failing bounty hunters)

- THE DRAGGING (our poor elven rogue/bard had it coming though. TWICE!)

- “Lizard” 

“I’M NOT A LIZARD!” - Rogue/bard elf and dragonborn cleric

- “You try the lockpicks... and try ... and try... If this was Dragon Age, you’d see Insufficient Skill, Insufficient Skill, Insufficient Skill”

- “We live here! :D” - The elven rogue/bard trying to trick a guardian cleric to let them go (WHILE THEY ARE BREAKING INTO THE MAJOR’S HOUSE) because “It’s our house, we locked us out!” He failed, naturally

- The death cleric trying to pass off the male dragonborn as the GODDESS of the Sun with Thaumaturgy and Light. She failed, naturally

- TINY death cleric making the tall Oni (who masqueraded as the guardian cleric and decided all this bullshit was too much for him) grovel before her.

- TINY death cleric (4.10 ft) climbing up the Oni just to step on his head. 

- The random fun our tall sprouts had with the tiny death cleric

- “I did that! ALL ON MY OWN!” - Rogue/bard who got about 10 Hp away from the 110 HP Oni, getting himself clawed in the process while our two clerics whittled down the rest. The rogue did get the final attack though.

- “He can’t die, he needs to pay us!” - Rogue/bard at the discovery that the real guardian cleric might be dead.

- “My ex-wife left me.”

“I wonder why...” - Rogue/bard and death cleric

- DISCO BALL and small disco ball (the clerics cast light on each other. One is a tall, shiny silver dragonborn, the other is a small aasimar)

- “I am searching for my cat...” - Our dragonborn cleric, while he missed almost the entire fight (oh if you knew...)

-”OMG THANK YOUU” -Rogue/bard for recieving a heal from the dragonborn cleric, hugging him tightly IN THE MIDDLE OF COMBAT

[benjaminhoagland]

verbera- if god is real let him show his fucking face.