TharaApples, The Grandmaster of the Written Word

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I like to read and sometimes partake in some witchcraft here and there. Apples are also great, as they're good for consumption and being turned into juice, as well as various pastries. 

My name is Thara if you couldn't tell. A witch that was turned apple goddess by her own admission. Message me if you need help or if there's something fun you would like to discuss. I'm good for both and I have a wealth of knowledge on silly things.

Just don't forget to properly revere me in the process. Don't be nervous, I only bite occasionally and with warning of the incoming chomp.

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Escape The Dark Castle - Group 1 on 6/12/2020 6:24:12 AM

A fitting end for a traitor! 

I love DnD again.

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 1 on 6/9/2020 11:01:08 PM


You fucking killed me!

I'm looking forward to the Fletcher also fucking dying!

Good luck, bitch! 

Escape The Dark Castle - A Hunter's Tale on 6/9/2020 5:15:35 PM

All this could have been avoided if Tristram only overlooked the human sacrifice ritual. Now his soul has literally been succ'd so now it's not even likely he'll go to the afterlife as he wanted.

If this was a video game, this would be the worst end route that a player could receive. 

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 1 on 6/9/2020 5:11:19 PM

Bitch. >.>

Hopefully the risk of a potential plague enemy doesn't attack you when you're taking point. 

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 1 on 6/6/2020 11:59:42 PM

Arnold curses his own luck as a feral looking diseased beast is upon him. He's able to make out in short notice that the ferocious animal is some sort of bear that looked like it clawed it's way out of the worst demented dreams of a crazed individual. Although this beast looked to be festering with disease, that only added to it's intimidation factor. 

"You!" Arnold tries to stave off the beast's assault with his shield as he reaches for his potion of luck, downing the contents of it quickly. He would need all the luck he could get in this encounter. 

As for the 'you' he was addressing, it was the Tanner who he stared at. 

"Do not get involved in this! I'll take this damn beast down and I'll take point again! Unless the Fletcher says otherwise! Though perhaps you can check it's corpse after I grant it it's demise!"

So with luck hopefully on his side from the potion, and a tight white-knuckled grip on his cudgel. He faces down the jaws of this damnable beast with everything he has. 

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 1 on 6/6/2020 3:28:52 PM

So I supppose I'll take a liquid luck if I have space available?

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 1 on 6/5/2020 4:21:12 PM

Arnold was glad for them to have lost their pursuer. However it seemed that they didn't exactly get off scot free without any consequence to report. The Tanner was now looking pale and even more in a bad way than The Smith had ever thought a person could look. In as liitle words as possible, things were looking bleak for their travelling companion. 

What was orignally a strong group of four, was looking to have it's number halved if things kept on it's current course.

Such a grand mess this was turning out to be. 

"Biscuits? If this is you're way of saying you are low on fuel, then please bear with it longer." Arnold says in reponse to the Tanner, scratching his chin. "Rest until then, I'm sure we'll find something eventually. Do not strain yourself too much until that moment actually occurs." The Smith hopes those words will be taken into heavy consideration by the woman.

He walks ahead, but it isn't long before they stumble upon another interesting situatuion. 

They soon stumble upon the rather interesting sight of a group of robed figures grieving in their own way. Being one that recently partook in some deranged ritual, he doesn't find it himself to be one to judge. The Smith only nods his head at the Fletcher's decision. The only thing he would probaly accomplish is bumbling around in there and dragging them all into yet another fierce life or death encounter. 

"If you're going to try and take something from them, be quick and very cunning with your movements. Although I'm sure that goes without saying. I'll be waiting to take point when you return. The Tanner isn't in any shape it seems. Hopefully some rest will do her good while we wait." 

Arnold then turned forward, looking ahead as he tried to prepare a mental map of the environment in prepartion for him moving at the helm of their escape from this wicked castle. 

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 1 on 6/4/2020 11:47:26 PM

Arnold considered the Fletcher to certainly have the right idea in her current course of action. This new grotesque individual reeked of death, filth, and disease. All things that a person would like to avoid if they wanted to live a long and prosperous life. 

The Smith considered himself part of those who wished for long lives.

"To hell indeed! Let us make haste!" Arnold then took off running as well. It wasn't out of great fear of this potential enemy's killing prowess, but the fact that he'd rather avoid catching an illness.

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 1 on 6/4/2020 4:09:14 PM

You go first, then. lol

Maybe Briar should consider choosing the rest option if it is available next battle.

Escape The Dark Castle - Group 1 on 6/3/2020 1:55:13 PM

Arnold soons finds himself staring at a mirror image of himself that takes it's own form. A small smirk takes up residency on his features as the doppleganger makes their comment. 

"Who cares? Is that relevant? All the matters is who lives or dies in this battle."

The Smith then produces his luck potion and empties it's contents into his palate. He then tosses the now empty bottle away as he moves to wield his newly aquired clugel in his grasp. 

For all he knew, this doppleganger would know his techniques inside and out. The only real concrete advantage which he could possibly rely on having is just how lucky he could be in this encounter against this foe that shared his likeness. He immediately moves to attack with his weapon, putting all the strength he could muster into his blows.

If victorious, he would go on to search once more. He figured helping to be wrong in such a personal battle. The others would just have to prove to be the superior versions of themselves. 

Besides, Arnold figures his time better spent on him hopefully fiding something that could prove beneficiary to all of the survivals for the the next encounters that may come their way.