A helmeted humanoid figure lands a massive warbat in the clearing, both covered head to toe in armor. They bear the insignia of a Vroth noble House, a soldier judging from the colors. The scarred bat lets out a screech, ruffling its fur in irritation. The figure dismounts and takes a blueish apple out of their pocket, feeding it to the massive bat. The bat settles down a little, letting out a content sizzling sound, like a forge.
Orcus stumbles back and looks on in awe. "I haven't seen a warbat in years."
The bat fluffs itself up a bit, as if in pride. “Really?” They say curiously, reigns in hand. “Don’t see many humans out on the front, so I suppose that makes sense.”
He holds out a had to shake. "Orcus Rao. Nice to meet you." His rifle swings a bit on his shoulder.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
He holds out a had to shake. "Orcus Rao. Nice to meet you." His rifle swings a bit on his shoulder.
They shake his hand, helmet under their arm. “Damon. Pleasure’s all mine. Nice gun.”
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
He holds out a had to shake. "Orcus Rao. Nice to meet you." His rifle swings a bit on his shoulder.
They shake his hand, helmet under their arm. “Damon. Pleasure’s all mine. Nice gun.”
"Thanks, Mister Damon." He smiles. "It's a family heirloom."
“Your family serves?”
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Damon rubs the head of her bat. “You here for the ceremony?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A tall, athletically built Clarifel with a long, violent-tinged horn goes to check in, a duffel bag and rifle easily carried over one shoulder. She's dressed in simple travelling breeches and a well-made blue blouse, which she wears with the stiff air of someone uncomfortable out of uniform, and her hair is cut in a blonde mullet tucked under an officer's cap, a nod to her occupation outside of it. Besides the firearm, she's armed with an ornate side sword sheathed at her waist and the suggestion of a smaller armament inside of one of her sleeves. She nods at Orcus and Eunomia, if they're present.
Orcus waves her over. "Feels like it's been forever." He has a new tattoo that mirrors his right side burn scars to his left, in twisting vines and flowers.
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
A tall, athletically built Clarifel with a long, violent-tinged horn goes to check in, a duffel bag and rifle easily carried over one shoulder. She's dressed in simple travelling breeches and a well-made blue blouse, which she wears with the stiff air of someone uncomfortable out of uniform, and her hair is cut in a blonde mullet tucked under an officer's cap, a nod to her occupation outside of it. Besides the firearm, she's armed with an ornate side sword sheathed at her waist and the suggestion of a smaller armament inside of one of her sleeves. She nods at Orcus and Eunomia, if they're present.
Orcus waves her over. "Feels like it's been forever." He has a new tattoo that mirrors his right side burn scars to his left, in twisting vines and flowers.
"Orcus! How's civilian life been treating you?"
"Not bad, Miss Oleander." He grins. "Any idea why our squad was invited?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Same to you, sir Orcus! If nothing went wrong... What has happened to you since we all split up?"
"I checked in on my family in the army, and went home." He grimaces and shrugs his shoulders. "Nothing much. How about you?"
"Much of the same. Headed back to the house. Continued training as usual. Pretty much whatever Olephia asked of me!"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
Oleander returns the smile and salutes.
She begins to walk over "Oleander! How have you been?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A tall, athletically built Clarifel with a long, violent-tinged horn goes to check in, a duffel bag and rifle easily carried over one shoulder. She's dressed in simple travelling breeches and a well-made blue blouse, which she wears with the stiff air of someone uncomfortable out of uniform, and her hair is cut in a blonde mullet tucked under an officer's cap, a nod to her occupation outside of it. Besides the firearm, she's armed with an ornate side sword sheathed at her waist and the suggestion of a smaller armament inside of one of her sleeves. She nods at Orcus and Eunomia, if they're present.
Orcus waves her over. "Feels like it's been forever." He has a new tattoo that mirrors his right side burn scars to his left, in twisting vines and flowers.
"Orcus! How's civilian life been treating you?"
"Not bad, Miss Oleander." He grins. "Any idea why our squad was invited?"
"Everyone was, as far as I'm aware." She looks over her shoulder at the new city. "Which will take months. We're lucky we got called first, and it could mean we're being honored for something specific. You deserve it."
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
Oleander returns the smile and salutes.
She begins to walk over "Oleander! How have you been?"
"It's good to see you again, Eunomia. It's been... somewhat strange out of uniform. I'm starting to think I've forgotten who I was." Oleander's head jerks to the side for a second, before she continues like nothing happened. This is fairly common behavior for her.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A tall, athletically built Clarifel with a long, violent-tinged horn goes to check in, a duffel bag and rifle easily carried over one shoulder. She's dressed in simple travelling breeches and a well-made blue blouse, which she wears with the stiff air of someone uncomfortable out of uniform, and her hair is cut in a blonde mullet tucked under an officer's cap, a nod to her occupation outside of it. Besides the firearm, she's armed with an ornate side sword sheathed at her waist and the suggestion of a smaller armament inside of one of her sleeves. She nods at Orcus and Eunomia, if they're present.
Orcus waves her over. "Feels like it's been forever." He has a new tattoo that mirrors his right side burn scars to his left, in twisting vines and flowers.
"Orcus! How's civilian life been treating you?"
"Not bad, Miss Oleander." He grins. "Any idea why our squad was invited?"
"Everyone was, as far as I'm aware." She looks over her shoulder at the new city. "Which will take months. We're lucky we got called first, and it could mean we're being honored for something specific. You deserve it."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A tall, athletically built Clarifel with a long, violent-tinged horn goes to check in, a duffel bag and rifle easily carried over one shoulder. She's dressed in simple travelling breeches and a well-made blue blouse, which she wears with the stiff air of someone uncomfortable out of uniform, and her hair is cut in a blonde mullet tucked under an officer's cap, a nod to her occupation outside of it. Besides the firearm, she's armed with an ornate side sword sheathed at her waist and the suggestion of a smaller armament inside of one of her sleeves. She nods at Orcus and Eunomia, if they're present.
Orcus waves her over. "Feels like it's been forever." He has a new tattoo that mirrors his right side burn scars to his left, in twisting vines and flowers.
"Orcus! How's civilian life been treating you?"
"Not bad, Miss Oleander." He grins. "Any idea why our squad was invited?"
"Everyone was, as far as I'm aware." She looks over her shoulder at the new city. "Which will take months. We're lucky we got called first, and it could mean we're being honored for something specific. You deserve it."
*is that a myr*
He chuckles. "Damn right we do."
*I like myr.* "So, what have you done with your freedom? I noticed the new tattoo."
A tall, athletically built Clarifel with a long, violent-tinged horn goes to check in, a duffel bag and rifle easily carried over one shoulder. She's dressed in simple travelling breeches and a well-made blue blouse, which she wears with the stiff air of someone uncomfortable out of uniform, and her hair is cut in a blonde mullet tucked under an officer's cap, a nod to her occupation outside of it. Besides the firearm, she's armed with an ornate side sword sheathed at her waist and the suggestion of a smaller armament inside of one of her sleeves. She nods at Orcus and Eunomia, if they're present.
Orcus waves her over. "Feels like it's been forever." He has a new tattoo that mirrors his right side burn scars to his left, in twisting vines and flowers.
"Orcus! How's civilian life been treating you?"
"Not bad, Miss Oleander." He grins. "Any idea why our squad was invited?"
"Everyone was, as far as I'm aware." She looks over her shoulder at the new city. "Which will take months. We're lucky we got called first, and it could mean we're being honored for something specific. You deserve it."
*is that a myr*
He chuckles. "Damn right we do."
*I like myr.* "So, what have you done with your freedom? I noticed the new tattoo."
*mirroden was peak mtg*
"Not much. Went home, looked for my family in the service. Tattoo just got finished before the invitation arrived."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
Oleander returns the smile and salutes.
She begins to walk over "Oleander! How have you been?"
"It's good to see you again, Eunomia. It's been... somewhat strange out of uniform. I'm starting to think I've forgotten who I was." Oleander's head jerks to the side for a second, before she continues like nothing happened. This is fairly common behavior for her.
"Did they make you turn yours in, or was it simply your choice to help you start adapting back to normal life? In or out of uniform, I think pretty much everyone will remember who youve always been! A highly effective commander who kept many alive"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"Same to you, sir Orcus! If nothing went wrong... What has happened to you since we all split up?"
"I checked in on my family in the army, and went home." He grimaces and shrugs his shoulders. "Nothing much. How about you?"
"Much of the same. Headed back to the house. Continued training as usual. Pretty much whatever Olephia asked of me!"
"Training?" He tilts his head a little. "I, myself, am glad to be rid of anything combat related."
"I mean... Even with all of this over, theres still certain abusers of the arcane that will need to be carefully watched. I need to stay ready to deal with them"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
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He holds out a had to shake. "Orcus Rao. Nice to meet you." His rifle swings a bit on his shoulder.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
They shake his hand, helmet under their arm. “Damon. Pleasure’s all mine. Nice gun.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Thanks, Mister Damon." He smiles. "It's a family heirloom."
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(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“Your family serves?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Yeah, but this is for hunting, mostly."
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(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Damon rubs the head of her bat. “You here for the ceremony?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He looks down. "Yeah. It feels too soon."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Orcus! How's civilian life been treating you?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Oleander returns the smile and salutes.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Not bad, Miss Oleander." He grins. "Any idea why our squad was invited?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Much of the same. Headed back to the house. Continued training as usual. Pretty much whatever Olephia asked of me!"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
She begins to walk over "Oleander! How have you been?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Everyone was, as far as I'm aware." She looks over her shoulder at the new city. "Which will take months. We're lucky we got called first, and it could mean we're being honored for something specific. You deserve it."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"It's good to see you again, Eunomia. It's been... somewhat strange out of uniform. I'm starting to think I've forgotten who I was." Oleander's head jerks to the side for a second, before she continues like nothing happened. This is fairly common behavior for her.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Training?" He tilts his head a little. "I, myself, am glad to be rid of anything combat related."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*is that a myr*
He chuckles. "Damn right we do."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*I like myr.* "So, what have you done with your freedom? I noticed the new tattoo."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*mirroden was peak mtg*
"Not much. Went home, looked for my family in the service. Tattoo just got finished before the invitation arrived."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Did they make you turn yours in, or was it simply your choice to help you start adapting back to normal life? In or out of uniform, I think pretty much everyone will remember who youve always been! A highly effective commander who kept many alive"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"I mean... Even with all of this over, theres still certain abusers of the arcane that will need to be carefully watched. I need to stay ready to deal with them"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)