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the-whatcherof-89 · 8 months

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Ghostbur Aka Manberg friendly ghost.

CR 16 N Incorporeal undead Humanoid

XP 76,800 (if used as npc for encounter)Human Ghost Arcanist (Unlettered Arcanist)15

Neutral Medium humanoid Incorporal undead Init +6; Senses Perception +34

AC 22, touch 22, flat-footed 22 (+2 Dex, +5 Deflection, +1 Intuition, +4 Armor) hp 135 (16d6+75)

Fort +10, Ref +12, Will +17

Speed 30 ft. Flying Melee Adamantine Quarterstaff+10/+13 1d6+1/1d6+4 RangedRanged Spell+11

Racial Bonus feat (Eschew materials), +1skill point per level, Channel resistance+4, Darkvision 60ft, Incorporeal undead, Rejuvenation, Fly speed 30ft, Frightful moan, Malevolence, Telekinesis, Draining touch, Phantasmagoria.

Traits Carefully hidden, Haunting regret.

Class features Figment Archetype Familiar(Sheep +3 Perception in non-dark areas), Witch spells, Arcane reservoir, Consume spells, Arcanist exploits x8 (Arcane weapon, Arcane barrier, Counterspell, Dimensional slide, Potent magic, Metamagic knowledge-Maximize spell, Spell tinkerer, Spell disruption), Greater exploits x3 (Alter enhancements, Greater metamagic knowledge-Quicken spell, Siphon spell).

Spellcasting CL16 DC15 spells per day 4/4/4/4/4/4/4/2

Str -, Dex 14, Con -, Int 20, Wis 14, Cha 20

Base Atk +8/3; CMB +9; CMD +21

Feats Brew potions, Extend spell, Defensive training, Craft wondrous magic items, Improved initiative, Merciful spell, Silent spell, Still spell.

Skills Appraise +10, Craft(Alchemy) +10, Disguise +10, Fly +11, Escape artist +11, Intimidate +10, Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, engineering, nature, geography, history, local, nobility, the planes, religion) +14, Linguistics +1, Perception +24, Perform(sing) +10, Sense motive +7, Spellcraft +19, Stealth +14, Use magic device +10.

Languages Common, Draconic, Necril.

Combat gear Living steel quarterstaff+1Ghost touch/+4 Courageous, Tome of clear thoughts+2(used), Tome of leadership and influence+2(used), Ioun stones: Dusty rose prism, Deep red sphere, Scarlet and blue sphere, Pink and green sphere, Pearly white spindle, Orange prism, Bracers of armor+1(on familiar).

Spells known 0- All 1- Burning hands, Charm person, Command, Cure light wounds, Forced quiet, Frostbite, Identify, Long arms, Mage armor. 2- Apport object, Blindness/deafness, Cure moderate wounds, Enthrall. 3- Call the void, Countless eyes, Dispel magic, Earth tremor. 4- Cape of wasps, Confusion, Cure serious wounds, Inflict serious wounds. 5- Break enchantment, Cure critical wounds, Duplicate familiar, Spellsteal. 6- Cone of cold, Dispel magic greater, Heroism, Transformation. 7-Harm, Heal, Regenerate, Teleport greater.

Background Wilbur Soot died. His symphony unfinished forever unfinished. He was sundered, him, his madness, and what was left. What was left was gone from the afterlife and he manifested as a new persona: Ghostbur, a ghostly friendly apparition that tried his best to become a friendly figure and to repair the damage done. He appeared aimlessly across the land in various places helping those around as peacefully as he could. Ghostbur was abandoned by many including his son Fundy and friend Niki. And when Philza blew up L’mamberg it was like the last nail in the coffin, he was broken, twice, thrice. Ghostbur, still stood up for Tommy when he was exiled and even helped him to enter the prison to attempt to kill Dream. And yet, that was for naught. Tommy selfishness trapped him with the Green man in the cell of Pandora’s box. As Tommy was forced away, Ghostbur was killed and Wilbur returned among the living. Now trapped in the limbo he cries silent tears, alone. However, at one point a sound was heard in the distance: a train arrived at the station and stopped, his doors opened. Ghostbur, looked inside, empty. As he entered, the doors closed behind him and the train started his journey. He sat and waited, the light of the train illuminated the dark tunnel with no end in sight but the travel never ended. “At least… it is not deafening like that station.” He thought. Suddenly a speaker activated and a voice was heard: “Greetings, o fragment of a lost soul. Do you feel betrayed? Broken? Alone? Then, this the opportunity you were waiting for.” Ghostbur was a bit speechless but still held his ground: “Why did you took me from that station? Do i have to suffer more?” The voice chuckled a little. “Nay, i just want to give you an opportunity. I have plans for some of the people of the world you are from. And you my friend, are THE bridge i need to set things in motion. If you accept, i will give you a new life, a new meaning, a clean slate. While this offer IS limited, i am willing to put in a little incentive…” One of the wagon doors slides and a blue color sheep came through, greeting Ghotsbur. “Friend? Is that you?” The ghostly man reached his pet/BFF and hugged him with his all. “This is my gift of goodwill. If you accept, you will also be gifted much more. All i ask in return is simple: Keep yourself away from trouble and from me. Simple as.” Ghostbur stood up as he looked in the next cart and saw a silhouette beyond the next door. “If you want to accept, then cross the door.” Ghostbur was hesitant at first, but if he refused he could lose it all, again. At the thought of losing the only thing that mattered to him, made him shiver. He received nothing from the others except suffering, so it did beat the alternatives. He opened the door. It took a second but he was in a different place, in a similar form, with Friend. Equipped with knowledge and tools never seen before, he stood atop a grassy plateau surrounded by majestic mountains. “This is your new existence. Leave me be, find me, cross me, it matters not, the choice is yours.” Ghostbur, floated and contemplated the view and felt something new: “I am free.” And he left with his Blue fluffy companion to places unknown. But for how long?

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botheringlevi · 1 year

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levi, has it ever occurred to you that you’ve got some really pretty tits? looks quite heavy… i can hold them for you.

[not sfw?]

*Eyes widen* Is that—some weird attempt to seduce me? What the hell, Suki...

*Glances down; raises hand and pops the top button of his shirt*

...

*His eyes lock on hers*

#attack on titan rp #anime rp #aot levi #aot rp #roleplay game #levi ackerman rp #levi.is.h word #levi ackerman attack on titan #snk roleplay #romance roleplay #[WHY IS MY HEART POUNDING]

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charzmander · 7 months

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So 2 days until Magnus Archives ttrpg is set to start production and distribution. Is anyone else getting as excited and totally not normal about this as I am?

I’ve never run a ttrpg of any kind before, but I’m getting so very keen to run this 🤩

#roleplay game #ttrpg #the Magnus archives #I’m totally normal about this

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domjordanillustration · 10 months

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Lady Pusia, from Immortal Holds IV: Rathvrd's Flame

#rpg art #roleplay game #retro fantasy #video game art #retro rpg #stupid #digital art #rpg #fantasy rpg #classic rpg

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lothal-cat-jedi · 1 year

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My name's Ezra, what's yours?

Also knows as Jabba The Hut, Dev Morgan and... Lando Calrissan. Although, a much better Lando than you might have heard about 😁

I'm a Lothal kid trying to figure out my place in this world and also this universe. Oh yeah, and animals, uh, they sorta like me, but in a normal way, nothing like jedi stuff or something. Stay comfortable around! I can show you my family and also some cool tricks I can do!

— Ezra Bridger

❝ We can't back down just because we're afraid, that's when we need to stand the tallest! That's what my parents told me. That's what my new family helped me remember. Stand up together, because that's when we are strongest... As one. ❞

|| Hiya! This is a fan account for role-playing the character Ezra Bridger, from Star Wars: Rebels show. This account is manged by my other profile @belong2human-kind. I am in love with Rebels, and also am a great shipper of Ezra and Sabine together. If you feel bothered for anything, any words, images, roleplays or literary anything, you can DM me on my both accounts and I'll do my best to get you feeling better. Count on me for that! I hope you all get comfortable around here! Also, I hope you enjoy 😊🌻||

#ezra bridger #roleplay #roleplay game #star wars #star wars rebels #star wars roleplay #lothal #star wars art #bring ezra home #star wars rebels fanfic #fan account #ghost crew

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infunred · 5 months

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TEST 4: A DATE WITH MARKIPLI- I MEAN THE AMAZING ONE

It was a perfect day, because of course it was. Casey would have threatened the sky if it meant clearing the clouds. But luckily there was no need. They sit in a local coffee shop, dressed way too nicely for just hanging out. But they got too excited and wanted to impress Max. So much so that they showed up an hour early to make sure everything was perfect. And weirdly enough, most everyone has left except for the workers. Casey now sits, leg bouncing, waiting for Max to arrive.

Max slams open the door, rushing in, the bell ringing loudly above the door and startling Casey. He frantically looks around before spotting Casey and making an effort to slowly walk over like a normal member of society. Keyword: effort. “Hi, i'm so so so sorry i'm late, I was helping out a friend with a favor and I lost track of time and I really didn’t get any sleep last night and-”

Considering Casey is the only customer currently in the shop, Max does not pull off the cool transition well. He tries to take a deep breath to stop breathing so damn fast. He’s a bit out of shape. “And I’m really sorry I wasted your time like that” Max is really only 20 minutes late, but to him it feels like 2 hours. “How um, how are you?” Although he was late, it didn't bother Casey as much as they thought that it should, and they gave him a wide smile. "No need to apologize!" They (not so subtly) show off the fancy dress they wore for the evening. "It's nice of you to help out a friend, and you weren't too late, I was only just getting bored."

They responded with a giggle, "I'm great. Especially now that you're here."

Casey is full flung head over heels at the sight of Max.

“Awwww, that’s so sweet of you to say!” Max’s face flushes. “I have to say, you look absolutely magnificent. I especially love the stitching and embroidery at the hem. I’ve never seen you wear a dress like that before but it looks almost like it was made for you.”

The dress was made for them. They had their tailor make something just for today.

“Where did you buy i- uhh, I mean… uh… never mind, I’m sure you don’t want to discuss fashion with a guy like me” Max laughs nervously.

"Oh- uhm I bought it at…Claire's?" It was a lie. They got it from their personal tailor. "Thank you so much for the compliments! I know it's a little fancy for a cafe but I wanted to impress you."

Max very well knows that dresses aren’t sold at Claire’s. “Um, Claire’s, huh. Well you’re very lucky… Was it like a promotion or something?”

Casey has no clue what to say as they have little knowledge on what Claire’s actually sells. The safe answer would be ‘Yes, something like that,’ but then again, this is Casey Briar. Completely unpredictable and incredible at embarrassing themself. Hide your washing machines.

“I’ll stop asking about the dress, I'm being kinda weird” Max rubs the back of his neck.

"No! No, you're fine! I honestly like being able to talk to someone about dresses, no one I know really cares about fashion." Casey looks at their hands in their lap.

Max stammers. “I, ha, I mean, I don’t…um”

"Are you not into fashion?" Casey frowned.

“Ah, um. I mean, “ Max hears a slight ringing in their ear. They should really open up to Casey, they only mean the best. “Yes, I’m into fashion,” he takes a deep breath. The ringing stops. “At least sort of, I mean, I don’t really care about…Well, any of the modern stuff I suppose. it’s all kinda… sweatshop-y? No one does their stitching right and it bothers me because like, I can see it right? Like it’s right in front of my eyeballs. I can see the effects of slave labour and just, it feels like no one ever cares to pay attention to it? I mean, everyone has like 40 print tees with dumb brands on them, and yet if you destroy one of their beloved graphic tees, half the time they wouldn’t even notice? I mean hell, half of it ends up in the landfill anyway. But the worst part is the clothes aren’t even good at being clothes, like. They fall apart in days, and they almost never darn nicely, and just. It sucks.” Max realizes. “Um… I’m rambling aren’t I, I’m sorry. I can shut up, I feel like I haven’t given you a chance to speak at all”

"No, I actually like listening to you. You know a lot." They tucked a stray strand of hair behind their ear. "And with such standards it makes me even more happy you complimented my dress earlier.."

Max smiles, relieved. “Aww, I mean, I feel like it’s the basics of ethical wear, but, sorry I keep putting my foot in my mouth. Yes, I really mean it about the dress, it’s magnificent. What do you think about fashion if I may ask?”

A blush made its way to Casey’s cheeks. "Uhm, I've never made clothes myself and most of mine are made by my tailor, but I really enjoy cute clothes. The ones that show off my waist, and fit well with my jewelry. I sometimes watch my tailor when he sews and I've tried it out once! I pricked my finger and he said I wouldn't be allowed to touch the needles again but it was so fun to see the dresses he made come together." They ended up rambling. "Ah, sorry, now I'm the one talking your ear off."

“Don’t worry about it, I think it’s super cool you hired a tailor. I did the same back when I was learning. It’s pretty easy once you know all the stitches, but you know, that takes a while.” Max relaxes a bit in his chair. “Hey, If ever you want help with an outfit and your tailor’s busy, feel free to give me a shout. I’m a bit of an amateur, but I know enough of the basics I’m sure I could lend a hand!”

While the two chat, the workers behind the counter whisper among themselves before one finally walks around to the table. He nervously smiles and asks “Would you two like to order anything?”

"Yes please!" Casey started their very long and specific order that they order every time they come to this cafe. The workers already know their order but they still say it out loud every single time to their annoyance, 'just in case' they forget, even though they absolutely could just say 'my usual' and they'd get the same order. "Did you get all that? I can repeat it if needed." The waiter shakes his head and finishes drawing a squid in his notepad, because he knows if he doesn’t ‘write it down’ then Casey will repeat it, but he doesn’t mind. Helps him practice drawing. “Yup! Got it all down. Your usual!”

Casey looks over. "What would you like, Max?"

“I’m really sorry, I uh, don’t know what the drinks on this menu are… Um, do you guys have frozen drinks? Like a frappe?”

“Well, yes we do, but we don’t call them frappe’s. Well no, we’re not supposed to call them frappe’s. They’re called…” the waiter sighs “Réveil Glacé…”

“Can I have a large er ‘Ruhvale Glass eh’?”

“We don’t have large’s we have Cup, Mug, and Vase. A large is a vase.”The waiter looks more and more miserable as he explains the shop's poor wording.

“A um, a ‘vaws’ of that previous drink then?” Max says, very sure he butchered the pronunciation.

“It’s- it’s just Vase. Like- something you put flowers in. It’s not French.”

“Oh um,” Max blushes. “Right. That then.”

The waiter nods and heads back behind the counter to make the drinks.

Casey tries to contain their laughter, failing, as they try to soothe Max. "It's okay hun, your pronunciation was amazing. I'm so proud of you." Max clearly looks EXHAUSTED from that exchange.

“Fr- f- French is really hard Casey. It- it’s my worst subject…” He frowns.

"That's okay, it doesn't make you any less amazing." Casey is fluent in French, their mother made them learn it because it was a ‘dignified language’. They’re being kind to Max right now.

“We’ve only been studying it 4 years, it’s no fair they want me to understand whole entire sentences.” It’s completely fair for the school to expect them to understand full sentences, in fact it’s a miracle Max made it to French 4.

Casey almost laughed at that, but they held themself together. "It's okay, do you want me to tutor you? I'm. Pretty decent at French."

Max smiles. “That would be nice. I don’t know if it’s ahead of your learning, but if you can help me with passay ant-earier, I might be able to start on my assignment.”

"... I'm sure I can help you, don't worry." Casey had absolutely no clue what he was attempting to say in French. The narrator doesn’t know either. It also seems Max doesn’t.

The waiter walks back again two drinks in hand. One that looks to be a mountain of treats on top of coffee and the other, a usual frappe. He sets them down and asks “Would you two like anything else?”

"Yes, can we have a few cookies?" Casey asks, clasping their hands together.

“Sure! We have chocolate chip, sugar, raisin, double chocolate, vanilla, macaroons, macadamia nut, almond, and honey crisp.”

"Are you allergic to nuts, Max?"

“Just peanuts, the rest are fine, if you know there is no peanut oil or anything”

"Uh." Casey turns to the waiter, "Can we have all of them except for the ones with peanut oil?"

The waiter nods. “Sounds good! One of each or two?”

"Two, please!"

He smiles and says “coming up!” And quickly heads to the cookie display. The waiter comes back with a large plate of cookies and says “Enjoy!” Before heading back to the counter

“Hey Um. Thanks for all this.” Max fidgets with his hands. “I wouldn’t have ever thought to do something nice like this on my own and it’s really nice to be able to take a break from all the messiness in my life. Well, most of the messiness anyway.” He smiles. “You’re a really good person, Casey. I mean I’m sure you get that all the time but, I still think it needs to be said.” Despite being told that every day, for once it’s obvious that Max truly means it.

"Actually, I don't hear it that much.." Casey’s face goes red. "You're the first to, like, actually say I'm a nice person and not say it just cuz there's something to gain from being friends with me." This time, they looked from their hands and smiled at Max. "Thank you so much. If you ever need a break, you have my number, I'll always make time for you. Even if it's the end of the world."

Max blushes. “That’s really sweet. Though, the end of the world may come sooner than we think. Whole lot of capes these days and their powers can be anything. I heard one guy can freeze everything for half a mile around… All I’m saying is- you mean a lot to me, so take care of yourself, okay?”

The way he talked about capes caused them to pause, not sure how to respond. They just said, "Thank you. You too, Max. You mean a lot to me too."

The sky starts to turn red as the sun goes down. “We will close soon, just so you know.” the waiter calls out.

"Oh! Time flew by, huh? Well, I'm sure you have other things to do so we can call it a day?"

“Oh, yeah! Maybe text me sometime, again and um, I’ll, uh. Um.”

Casey giggles, "I'll text you." Then, they leaned over and pressed a small kiss on Max’s cheek. "See you, Maxie. This was fun!"

The narrator screams. Max is completely speechless.

Casey’s phone rings and after checking it, it appears to be their mother. Their wonderful time just got crushed, their mom was wanting to know where they were and why they weren't home. As they read the texts their face fell, it appeared she had been texting for hours at this point and they hadn't checked. There was no way they were getting off easy when they got home. They whispered under their breath. “Fuck.” The phone falls silent as the call finally stops. Right after it starts to ring again. Casey knows she won’t call a third time.

They quickly rushed out the door, waving goodbye to Max. As the door swings shut, Casey looks back to meet Max’s eye. Their eyes are full of tears, and their face is pale. Then the door shuts and the waiter looks to Max. “Don’t worry about paying, they prepaid and what not. I hope you had a lovely day!”

Casey takes the call. "Yes, mother?"

“Where are you?” The voice is cold.

"I'm on my way home, I'm sorry, I didn't see the texts until now."

“I don’t want to have to wait for you. Either fly home or tell the driver where you are, we have dinner in 30 minutes and you will not be late. We are having very important guests over.”

"I'm sorry, I'll be home." They kept their voice from breaking mid sentence.

Casey’s mother hangs up, and the driver soon texts “Where may I pick you up?”

Casey sends the address to their driver and waits, their dress was now wet from their tears and it made them even more frustrated. Even though they wanted this date to end well, nothing does for them, they wonder why they got their hopes up from the beginning. The driver soon arrives, and when seeing the sight of Casey as they climb into the car she looks a little sad. She says quietly

“There are tissues in the door, dear. And….your mother requested you change into the outfit she chose. It should be on the seat next to you.”

"Thank you." They whispered to the driver and wiped the tear stains from their face. They were glad they wore water-proof makeup or else their dress would be even more ruined. The dress their mother chose wasn't ugly, it was a fancy dress that they knew she made to suit her child, but they hated it because it didn't feel like theirs. It made them frustrated. They put it on anyway, knowing that they'd get in trouble if they didn't.

They arrive at the entrance of the Briar residence, Casey’s mother waiting impatiently. “You look lovely, dear.”

END.

#infunred #tbrpg #ttrpg #roleplay game

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vie-dune-rplayeuse · 1 year

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Quand je vois mon jeudi soir approcher et que c’est férié vendredi...

It’s Thursday niiiiiiiiiight

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purely-here-to-create-polls · 1 year

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All of these are not necessarily true at the same time. So if the option in which you run into a soldier wins he won't arrest you because of the wanted poster. However, if two answers draw a tie, they both will happen. Or if two answers are really close.

#my polls #polls #tumblr polls #poll #tumblr #vanilla extract #vanilla extract polls #rpg #roleplay game #roleplaying #roleplay #poll game #game #choose your story #choose your own adventure

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disastergay · 1 year

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gay idiots pt. 2

#elevator hitch #bryce stryker #indie horror rpg #racheldrawsthis #roleplay game #horror game #indie game #video games #itchio

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discordronpaau · 10 months

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The Villa: the place where the participants of my killing game will be staying in.

If you'd like to play, fill the form

#danganronpa #discordronpa #roleplay game

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talk-w-eruri · 1 year

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hi commander! hi captain!

i hope you're doing well today :3

i heard you're accepting some questions atm and i have to admit i'm quite curious about nr 8 esp when it comes to tea

thank you so much for your time 💕

- 🥛

[Do they ever share (or steal) each other’s food? How do they act/react to it?]

Erwin relaxes in his armchair, and begins. "Good evening!—Ah... Milk."

Levi sets his elbow on his own armchair and hides his amusement behind his fist. "Do you have to be so damn chivalrous all the time?" he snips.

"It's only polite," Erwin amends. He rubs his chin. "Tell me you aren't amused by that name?"

"Not at all," he replies flatly.

Erwin gaze lingers on Levi for a moment longer. Finally, he composes himself. "Levi has a relatively small appetite. More often than not, he offers me—well, that's putting it lightly...—he gives me his food without my consent."

"You're the size of a Titan. You need more than one serving, no matter what it is. How else do you expect to maintain your kind of... physique?" His argument loses steam near the end. And despite his attitude, pink appears on his cheeks.

Erwin chuckles demurely. "Suffice it to say, Levi has many reasons for his behavior, but the fact still stands. He'll get upset if I refuse—"

His brows pinch. "—I don't get upset—"

"—but I'm flattered by the gesture all the same." He looks to Levi meaningfully.

"...Anyway, I eat plenty on my own," Levi prefaces. "It's not a big deal."

"Not at all," Erwin agrees knowingly.

#[am i doing this right am i doing this right am i doin]#eruri roleplay #eruri rp #roleplay game #aot roleplay #attack on titan rp #aot fluff #Eruri.answer #Eruri.are.in.love

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the-whatcherof-89 · 5 months

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RedVelvetcake Aka The Crimson Egg Envoy.

CR 21 MR 4 N Ooze (Plant subtype)

XP 409,600 (if used as npc for encounter)Unique Divine Vespergaunt (Corruptor, Eternal, Mythic)

Neutral Evil Medium Ooze (Plant) Init +11; Senses Perception +26, Truesight 30ft.

AC 31, touch 16, flat-footed 28 (+7 Armor, +5 Dex, +1 Dodge, +10 Natural, +2 Deflection) hp 247 (26d8+171)

Fort +23, Ref +23, Will +28

Speed 10 ft. Flying 60ft (perfect) Melee 2 +24 slams 2d8+10 plus Siphon spirit plus Corruption, Crimson edge+26 1d12+14 plus Siphon spirit plus Corruption RangedRanged Spell+21

Racial Ooze and plant traits, Aura of madness DC25 60ft, DR 10/aligned weapons, Siphon spirit, All around vision, Amorphous, Blindsight 60ft, Breathless, Immune to cold, Fly 60ft, Light sensitivity, Spell-like abilities: Constant-Tongues, Trues seeing, 3/day-Contact other plane, 1/month-Wish.

Template traits Eternal, Darkvision 60ft, Immunities: Charms and compulsions, Special Abilities: Channel energy, DR 10/epic, Resistance 15/all, Aura of grace 10ft, Mythic magic, Simple divine spellcasting, Change shape 3/day (As per Polymorph target: self only animal or humanoid), Contractual obligation, Corruptor’s boon, False mind, Imbue with ability (1/day), Mark of vice (DC 25), What do you covet.

Spell-like abilities: Constant-True sight, Alter self, Nonedetection, Talk with plants. At will-Teleportation, Dispel magic, Plant growth, Command plants, Animate vegetables, Entangle. 3/day-Wall of thorns, Mass euphoric tranquillity, Heal, Harm. 1/day-Curse terrain(supreme), Shambler, Curse of fell seasons.

Traits Divine warrior, Denial of fate.

Spellcasting CL21 DC17 spells per day 4/6/6/6/5/5/5/5/4/4 (Domains: Evil, Plant, Corruption, Trickery)

Str 30, Dex 24, Con 32, Int 20, Wis 24, Cha 24

Base Atk +18; CMB +26; CMD +40

Feats Combat reflexes, Dodge, Great fortitude, Improved initiative, Iron will, Lighting reflexes, Persuasive, Power attack, Weapon focus(slam), Skilled, Craft wondrous items, Leadership.

Skills Bluff +20, Craft(All)+15, Disguise +20, Diplomacy +20, Fly +12, Escape artist +15, Intimidate +20, Knowledge (All) +20, Perception +26, Sense motive +22, Stealth +20, Spellcraft +20.

Languages Telephaty 100ft, Tongues.

Combat gear:

Crimson hound(Artifact): Conductive adamantine greataxe+4 that can be summoned with a mind command and transmit the Egg corruption via wounds. If destroyed, it can reform if the user makes a chant that lasts for a full round. Once per day, the user can touch a follower blessed by the Egg with the weapon and bestow the effect of a spell Righteous Power that lasts for 24h). The weapon is semi-sentient and knows the location and status of every creature that is or was infected by the Egg, even those that are now free from his grasp. By looking into the gem "eye" of the weapon it works like the spell Clairaudience/clairvoyance(both at the same time) but if used on people loyal to the Egg it is considered an instant cast and without saving throw. It is destroyed when the Red seed is destroyed.

Malice carapace(Artifact): Darkleaf Reflecting Leather+5 it has the properties Shadow greater and Glamered. It possess the hardness of adamantine but it is light and flexible as leather. Furthermore, it grants the user a +5 resistance bonus on saving rolls. If the user manages to gather under his Leadership feat at least 100 people (regardless of the hit dice) it grants the wearer regeneration 20. It is destroyed if the Red seed is destroyed.

The red seed(Artifact): This crimson gem shaped like an egg emits a malignant (evil overwhelming)red aura that grants his user the benefit of the spell Freedom of movement, Blink and protects it from any transmutation effects. The seed can hover around the user like Ioun stone also it can be placed on the ground to start the spreading of the corruption. After 72 hours a 10 mile area is corrupted by the Egg and only a Miracle or Wish spell can cure this effect(performed at the epicenter of the corruption). If the Seed is removed before the 72h timer expires, the corruption slowly fades away after 24h. The Seed can be destroyed via a mythic spell of level 7 or higher OR by weapons with an enchantment equal or higher than +4 and the bane plant property and holy property. When the Seed is destroyed, Velvetcake is destroyed and his Eternal ability stops to function. The Egg then needs 300 days to restore his champion and artifact to resume the corruption. (Any completed 72h corruption rituals will still be active even after Velvet demise). The Seed has 300hp and 20 point of hardness and can only be damaged via the means previously described.

Background In the past Antfrost lived a happy life with his lover RedVelvetcake and as long as they had each other, nothing else mattered. One day however, Velvet died to unknown circumstances and a distraught Antfrost left their home to avoid living alone and reached for his old friend BadBoyHalo. It was after he left that Antfrost was corrupted by the crimson Egg, promising him to restore his beloved Velvet in exchange for his loyalty. However, that moment still went away from his reach as Ant perished during the Red Banquet and a certain being brought him into his world. The Egg did not stood idle and although it spoke no words he made his intentions clear: “TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME.” His roots reached the old house of Ant and dug the remains of his beloved and fused together to recall his soul back. Soon, the new herald of the Egg from the land of SMP arrived in this brand new world with a portal where it would spread his corruption once more. There he stood: clad in red as he did in life. Velvetcake was reborn The Envoy of the Crimson Egg with one mission: Spread the corruption of his master using the artifacts he provided to him. However, there was something never clear: was this person just a made up memory by the Egg to ensure Antfrost’s obedience? Or was he actually the lover that Ant declared? For no one ever saw him except for Ant. Only the Egg knew. But not even the Egg could predict his first words upon arrival: “Ant, my beloved.” Thus he marched, locked onto him to fulfill his duty and bring back his lover under the wing of his master. And those who touched the crimson roots were doomed to fall under the whispers. “Long live the Eggpire.”

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