"I suppose grunting won't keep this conversation at bay," the woman sighs. Their voice is surprisingly husky and a bit monotone even, like Shohreh Anghdashloo. "Khaira, of Shattered Fates."
"Mmm. Why are you here?" He hasn't stopped eating at any point in this conversation and all his words are muted slightly by the chewing.
Everyone collectively hears the sound of a loud chicken squawk, and then its pained dying sound. It’s sudden, loud, and over rather quickly. A brief flash of a dog- a young german shepherd mutt- appears in your minds. It appears to be outside the back of an inn, muching away at a corpse of what can be presumed as the body of the chicken that had just perished. Immediately the short, rather unhelpful, vision fades.
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Yet another cynophpbia alt. I apologize for the inconvenience :) Rock on my dudes.
Everyone collectively hears the sound of a loud chicken squawk, and then its pained dying sound. It’s sudden, loud, and over rather quickly. A brief flash of a dog- a young german shepherd mutt- appears in your minds. It appears to be outside the back of an inn, muching away at a corpse of what can be presumed as the body of the chicken that had just perished. Immediately the short, rather unhelpful, vision fades.
"Well... Thats a new surge... And I hadnt even casted a spell..."
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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 Characters (Outdated)
Everyone collectively hears the sound of a loud chicken squawk, and then its pained dying sound. It’s sudden, loud, and over rather quickly. A brief flash of a dog- a young german shepherd mutt- appears in your minds. It appears to be outside the back of an inn, muching away at a corpse of what can be presumed as the body of the chicken that had just perished. Immediately the short, rather unhelpful, vision fades.
Anthos scrapes back his chair, heading out the back quickly and the sparrows move with him, albeit with less direction.
Definitely-not-Democritus smiles "And its always good to see a lovely new town. The first of many Ill be visiting, Im sure"
“Oh lovely! I’ve always loved to travel. My name is Chrysies, by the way.”
"It is nice to meet you, Chrysies. I am Agrios the Magician"
“A magician? Lovely! Magic is absolutely fascinating, though I’ve never had the knack for it.”
He smiles "Would you like to see any? I rather have a knack for water and what is unseen."
Chryseis nods. “I’d love to!”
"Name me an object! Any old object will do! Or even a creature or shape!"
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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)
Everyone collectively hears the sound of a loud chicken squawk, and then its pained dying sound. It’s sudden, loud, and over rather quickly. A brief flash of a dog- a young german shepherd mutt- appears in your minds. It appears to be outside the back of an inn, muching away at a corpse of what can be presumed as the body of the chicken that had just perished. Immediately the short, rather unhelpful, vision fades.
The woman in blue looks for a window at the back of the inn. If that fails, she goes outside to look.
Storming into the tavern, dripping wet as if they'd somehow found the only patch of thunderstorm in the entire world, a rather roguish-looking figure with a hood pulled low over their face and a nasty, crooked bow strapped to their leather tunic slumps down in a chair in the very corner. They pull out a rather deadly looking knife, still coated in dried blood, and start flaking it off onto the floor using their fingernails. They don't ask for any food or drink, or seem even remotely interested in revealing their face: they simply look like a hooded man in studded leather armour, bits of dented bronze plate hanging to them by as little as threads in some cases.
The woman with the starry face watches them noticeably and curiously, but says nothing.
Storming into the tavern, dripping wet as if they'd somehow found the only patch of thunderstorm in the entire world, a rather roguish-looking figure with a hood pulled low over their face and a nasty, crooked bow strapped to their leather tunic slumps down in a chair in the very corner. They pull out a rather deadly looking knife, still coated in dried blood, and start flaking it off onto the floor using their fingernails. They don't ask for any food or drink, or seem even remotely interested in revealing their face: they simply look like a hooded man in studded leather armour, bits of dented bronze plate hanging to them by as little as threads in some cases.
The woman with the starry face watches them noticeably and curiously, but says nothing.
Storming into the tavern, dripping wet as if they'd somehow found the only patch of thunderstorm in the entire world, a rather roguish-looking figure with a hood pulled low over their face and a nasty, crooked bow strapped to their leather tunic slumps down in a chair in the very corner. They pull out a rather deadly looking knife, still coated in dried blood, and start flaking it off onto the floor using their fingernails. They don't ask for any food or drink, or seem even remotely interested in revealing their face: they simply look like a hooded man in studded leather armour, bits of dented bronze plate hanging to them by as little as threads in some cases.
The woman with the starry face watches them noticeably and curiously, but says nothing.
Khaira seems to notice, nods in acknowledgement.
She approaches Khaira cautiously. "What brought you here? It seems like a lot of people are showing up right now."
Storming into the tavern, dripping wet as if they'd somehow found the only patch of thunderstorm in the entire world, a rather roguish-looking figure with a hood pulled low over their face and a nasty, crooked bow strapped to their leather tunic slumps down in a chair in the very corner. They pull out a rather deadly looking knife, still coated in dried blood, and start flaking it off onto the floor using their fingernails. They don't ask for any food or drink, or seem even remotely interested in revealing their face: they simply look like a hooded man in studded leather armour, bits of dented bronze plate hanging to them by as little as threads in some cases.
The woman with the starry face watches them noticeably and curiously, but says nothing.
Khaira seems to notice, nods in acknowledgement.
She approaches Khaira cautiously. "What brought you here? It seems like a lot of people are showing up right now."
Khaira mutters something. "I have reasons. Now's not the time." They wave a hand. "Take a seat."
Everyone collectively hears the sound of a loud chicken squawk, and then its pained dying sound. It’s sudden, loud, and over rather quickly. A brief flash of a dog- a young german shepherd mutt- appears in your minds. It appears to be outside the back of an inn, muching away at a corpse of what can be presumed as the body of the chicken that had just perished. Immediately the short, rather unhelpful, vision fades.
Anthos scrapes back his chair, heading out the back quickly and the sparrows move with him, albeit with less direction.
As he opens the back door, he happens upon a young, hungry dog chowing down on the chicken, just as he saw earlier.
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Yet another cynophpbia alt. I apologize for the inconvenience :) Rock on my dudes.
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*See you!*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
"Running."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
"Right." Anthos shrugs but the sparrows continue to sneak curious glances at her as he eats.
Chilling kinda vibe.
Everyone collectively hears the sound of a loud chicken squawk, and then its pained dying sound. It’s sudden, loud, and over rather quickly. A brief flash of a dog- a young german shepherd mutt- appears in your minds. It appears to be outside the back of an inn, muching away at a corpse of what can be presumed as the body of the chicken that had just perished. Immediately the short, rather unhelpful, vision fades.
Yet another cynophpbia alt. I apologize for the inconvenience :) Rock on my dudes.
Chryseis nods. “I’d love to!”
Yet another cynophpbia alt. I apologize for the inconvenience :) Rock on my dudes.
"Well... Thats a new surge... And I hadnt even casted a spell..."
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)
*Bye!*
Yet another cynophpbia alt. I apologize for the inconvenience :) Rock on my dudes.
Anthos scrapes back his chair, heading out the back quickly and the sparrows move with him, albeit with less direction.
Chilling kinda vibe.
Khaira will pull out a rather soaked coin from their pocket and toss it onto the bench. "Choriatiki salad."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
"Name me an object! Any old object will do! Or even a creature or shape!"
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)
*Turns out people don't like water shapes all that much.*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*For Cyno sorry I quoted the wrong person*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
She sighs and wanders off.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
The woman in blue looks for a window at the back of the inn. If that fails, she goes outside to look.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*Cyno ate pufferfish*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
The woman with the starry face watches them noticeably and curiously, but says nothing.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Khaira seems to notice, nods in acknowledgement.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
She approaches Khaira cautiously. "What brought you here? It seems like a lot of people are showing up right now."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Khaira mutters something. "I have reasons. Now's not the time." They wave a hand. "Take a seat."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
As he opens the back door, he happens upon a young, hungry dog chowing down on the chicken, just as he saw earlier.
Yet another cynophpbia alt. I apologize for the inconvenience :) Rock on my dudes.