Rem will stride up beside Jaxonn. 'Hello, friend. It's been a while; how are things?'. He then leans across to whisper in his ear: 'Don't worry about these ones; they seem...alright.'
Silently gesturing to Poppy, he adds: 'Well, he's delusional, but seems capable. The goblin..' looking towards Gribble 'is also very dangerous with a stick.' He flashes a glance at El and Shira: 'And those two are magic users. At least, El is. The satyr, you see. I get the feeling that the other one has dabbled in the mystic arts also.'
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Poppy looks around the room with a bored look and only perks up at the name Kaitlin, "Oh? Well maybe I should go introduce myself to the missing members. I am not comfortable with being around too many people, a old paranoia." Starts combing his hair and brushing his clothes and using his dagger blade as a mirror to check his teeth.
”Why thank you for the descriptions, Remy.” Jaxonn said. “And the delusional part, meh, we’re all delusional here, in some way or another.” He said with a sigh. “And it’s ok, none of us are going to hurt you. Unless you tick off Ro. Or you sleep within reach of Freir. He’ll dissect you.” He says with a small chuckle. “Well, I will show you all too the rooms, if you so wish, and hope that no one is making out in the dorms...” this comes with a shudder from him, as though he was remembering something... unpleasant.
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Rem looks slightly pissed off about being called 'Remy' in front of the new recruits. Then, as if disturbed, he will suddenly speak: 'I'm sorry, friends, I must leave for a short while. There is...business I must attend to before the night is up.' Remeyl will stride out of the tavern, and seek to find a quiet spot to work a little on his arcane weapon. After this, he's going to look around the outskirts of the settlement - any luck on his second, more secretive source of business? (If perception is required, it is a: 6)
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”Sorry about him, he goes sulking around all the time” Jaxonn says to the rest of you.
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“Ok, come this way” he says, motioning towards the door Rogeliah ran towards earlier. “And let us hope that 2 things aren’t happening! One: Freir will have killed bolts of them and is dissecting them,” and at this point he takes on a mock high pitched voice, “for science!” Back to his normal voice now, “or our two living Public displays of affection are having a field day. Probably because Kaitlin’s drunk again.” He chuckles at this. “Man, this is a weird place. But, if you stay long enough, I’m sure you will come to love it.” The group has made it to the door he motioned to. He waves you in, and says “I’m not making the mistake of walking in first again.”
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Thristolia felt unaccountably quiet and reserved. He was used to hunting the invaders in the mountains and forests around the Range of Fire. Now, he was in a new element and while his confidence in his abilities remained undimmed, he felt the need to be cautious.
"I'm Thristolia, but my friends call me Thris, and anyone willing to kill the invaders is my friend. I'm a damn artist with this thing," he says, touching his bow, "and damn sneaky, and not terrible with this either." Now he touches the rapier at his waist. "In my old troop, I was the one they sent to sneak close to the camps and put an arrow...usually with a poison of my own concoction, into an officer or other VIP. I'm happy to do the same here."
He moves into the door, now feeling the need to assert himself, though he kept himself alert...especially after that comment.
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Thristolia felt unaccountably quiet and reserved. He was used to hunting the invaders in the mountains and forests around the Range of Fire. Now, he was in a new element and while his confidence in his abilities remained undimmed, he felt the need to be cautious.
"I'm Thristolia, but my friends call me Thris, and anyone willing to kill the invaders is my friend. I'm a damn artist with this thing," he says, touching his bow, "and damn sneaky, and not terrible with this either." Now he touches the rapier at his waist. "In my old troop, I was the one they sent to sneak close to the camps and put an arrow...usually with a poison of my own concoction, into an officer or other VIP. I'm happy to do the same here."
He moves into the door, now feeling the need to assert himself, though he kept himself alert...especially after that comment.
Perception: 9
(Glad you're with us!)
Rem finishes...refueling...and makes his way back to find the group. Flinging the door open, his dark eyes rest upon the newcomer Thris. 'Hmm. You're late. The other recruits are getting settled into their rooms.'
The Darkhalf then swings the crossbow off of his back, and leans his weight upon it. He again addresses Thristolia: 'I better show you the upstairs, too. But first...you say you're a good shot with a bow? Tell me, what else can you do on the battlefield? I prefer to know my allies before I...go to hell and back with them.'
(Wait, if y’all walked into the room I had a description of it! I had a dialogue scene! I had character development! What is happening!)
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(apologies for the deviation; don't argue, Thris:) )
Rem suddenly perks up, his ears twitching slightly. 'Never mind, Thris. You can tell me on the way up...I can hear old Jax calling for us.' With that, Rem takes Thristola's hand, and lead her up the stairs towards the dorms.
“Ok, come this way” he says, motioning towards the door Rogeliah ran towards earlier. “And let us hope that 2 things aren’t happening! One: Freir will have killed bolts of them and is dissecting them,” and at this point he takes on a mock high pitched voice, “for science!” Back to his normal voice now, “or our two living Public displays of affection are having a field day. Probably because Kaitlin’s drunk again.” He chuckles at this. “Man, this is a weird place. But, if you stay long enough, I’m sure you will come to love it.” The group has made it to the door he motioned to. He waves you in, and says “I’m not making the mistake of walking in first again.
(apologies for the deviation; don't argue, Thris:) )
Rem suddenly perks up, his ears twitching slightly. 'Never mind, Thris. You can tell me on the way up...I can hear old Jax calling for us.' With that, Rem takes Thristola's hand, and lead her up the stairs towards the dorms.
Thris looks bemused as Rem drags him upstairs. "Um...well...I'm an excellent archer and a slightly less excellent swords-elf. Sneaky, good scout, especially in the mountains... Cast a few spells, well three anyway...I can live off the land...and I know how to make poisons. More than a few of the invaders have died from my poisons."
As you enter the room, you fortunately see none of the events described by Jaxonn. You see some couches around a small fireplace, with two doors on each side of the room. On one of the couches, you see an Aasimar with pale pink skin and dove like wings sitting next to Rogeliah, with her head on Ro’s shoulder. On the other side is a dwarf, or at least, you think it is a dwarf, as you have never seen one with so little hair. He has no beard, and nothing but a buzz cut on top of his head. Both the dwarf and Ro look over, Ro with a look of almost disgust, and the dwarf with pure joy. “Oh boy, more subjects!” The dwarf yells in a voice almost identical to the one that Jaxonn used earlier to describe a person called Freir. “Well, my friends, these are the new recruits! We have a human, which is a cool, we have a goblin who is good with sticks. We have a magic satyr, also cool. And a half elf, who from the way Ro is staring at he tried flirting with her, and some other people I don’t remember because my memory is garbage! And no, you can’t take dna samples, Freir.” Jaxonn says cheerfully. The aasimar, who you assume to be Kaitlin, gets up from Ro’s side and walks over to the party. She approaches Poppy especially, and looks at him before looking at Ro. “So this is the guy that made you so mad?” She walks back over to you and leans close to Poppy. “He’s hot” she says, right into your ear. “Woah woah woah woah, woah woah. No flirting, please, this is sposed to be the time where we discuss the plans for the battle! Please, just, no! Aaaaand, especially no, you are not messing with him! I am not allowing my girlfriend to flirt with the person who also flirted with me! That’s messed up!” Ro yells from the couch. Jaxonn just sighs and motions for you guys to sit down. “Okay, we can manage personal relationships later, just sit so we can actually just talk.” He says.
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As you enter the room, you fortunately see none of the events described by Jaxonn. You see some couches around a small fireplace, with two doors on each side of the room. On one of the couches, you see an Aasimar with pale pink skin and dove like wings sitting next to Rogeliah, with her head on Ro’s shoulder. On the other side is a dwarf, or at least, you think it is a dwarf, as you have never seen one with so little hair. He has no beard, and nothing but a buzz cut on top of his head. Both the dwarf and Ro look over, Ro with a look of almost disgust, and the dwarf with pure joy. “Oh boy, more subjects!” The dwarf yells in a voice almost identical to the one that Jaxonn used earlier to describe a person called Freir. “Well, my friends, these are the new recruits! We have a human, which is a cool, we have a goblin who is good with sticks. We have a magic satyr, also cool. And a half elf, who from the way Ro is staring at he tried flirting with her, and some other people I don’t remember because my memory is garbage! And no, you can’t take dna samples, Freir.” Jaxonn says cheerfully. The aasimar, who you assume to be Kaitlin, gets up from Ro’s side and walks over to the party. She approaches Poppy especially, and looks at him before looking at Ro. “So this is the guy that made you so mad?” She walks back over to you and leans close to Poppy. “He’s hot” she says, right into your ear. “Woah woah woah woah, woah woah. No flirting, please, this is sposed to be the time where we discuss the plans for the battle! Please, just, no! Aaaaand, especially no, you are not messing with him! I am not allowing my girlfriend to flirt with the person who also flirted with me! That’s messed up!” Ro yells from the couch. Jaxonn just sighs and motions for you guys to sit down. “Okay, we can manage personal relationships later, just sit so we can actually just talk.” He says.
Rem sits down crosslegged, leaning upon his crossbow, and gives the company a fearsome grin which betrays his bestial fangs. 'I'm all ears, Jax.'
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Unslinging his bow, Thris sits down on his haunches. It's clear he could stay like that for a long time if needed, patient and focused. "Yes, what's the situation and how can we kill some of the invaders?"
El looks at the lake with a blank expression at first and then seems to look around as if she is trying to determine something. Part of her is wondering if she is still on the Prime Material Plane or if she had somehow found herself in a portal that led her back to the FeyWild. After a bit she shrugs and moves to take a seat for herself. "Well this is certainly going to be interesting..."
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Rem will stride up beside Jaxonn. 'Hello, friend. It's been a while; how are things?'. He then leans across to whisper in his ear: 'Don't worry about these ones; they seem...alright.'
Silently gesturing to Poppy, he adds: 'Well, he's delusional, but seems capable. The goblin..' looking towards Gribble 'is also very dangerous with a stick.' He flashes a glance at El and Shira: 'And those two are magic users. At least, El is. The satyr, you see. I get the feeling that the other one has dabbled in the mystic arts also.'
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Poppy looks around the room with a bored look and only perks up at the name Kaitlin, "Oh? Well maybe I should go introduce myself to the missing members. I am not comfortable with being around too many people, a old paranoia." Starts combing his hair and brushing his clothes and using his dagger blade as a mirror to check his teeth.
(Oh trust me fallen, your gonna love Kaitlin)
”Why thank you for the descriptions, Remy.” Jaxonn said. “And the delusional part, meh, we’re all delusional here, in some way or another.” He said with a sigh. “And it’s ok, none of us are going to hurt you. Unless you tick off Ro. Or you sleep within reach of Freir. He’ll dissect you.” He says with a small chuckle. “Well, I will show you all too the rooms, if you so wish, and hope that no one is making out in the dorms...” this comes with a shudder from him, as though he was remembering something... unpleasant.
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Rem looks slightly pissed off about being called 'Remy' in front of the new recruits. Then, as if disturbed, he will suddenly speak: 'I'm sorry, friends, I must leave for a short while. There is...business I must attend to before the night is up.' Remeyl will stride out of the tavern, and seek to find a quiet spot to work a little on his arcane weapon. After this, he's going to look around the outskirts of the settlement - any luck on his second, more secretive source of business? (If perception is required, it is a: 6)
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Yes, you find something perfectly suitable to your needs.
”Sorry about him, he goes sulking around all the time” Jaxonn says to the rest of you.
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Gribble flips his his quarterstaff onto his shoulder. "Yes, I'd like to see the rooms."
“Ok, come this way” he says, motioning towards the door Rogeliah ran towards earlier. “And let us hope that 2 things aren’t happening! One: Freir will have killed bolts of them and is dissecting them,” and at this point he takes on a mock high pitched voice, “for science!” Back to his normal voice now, “or our two living Public displays of affection are having a field day. Probably because Kaitlin’s drunk again.” He chuckles at this. “Man, this is a weird place. But, if you stay long enough, I’m sure you will come to love it.” The group has made it to the door he motioned to. He waves you in, and says “I’m not making the mistake of walking in first again.”
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Thristolia felt unaccountably quiet and reserved. He was used to hunting the invaders in the mountains and forests around the Range of Fire. Now, he was in a new element and while his confidence in his abilities remained undimmed, he felt the need to be cautious.
"I'm Thristolia, but my friends call me Thris, and anyone willing to kill the invaders is my friend. I'm a damn artist with this thing," he says, touching his bow, "and damn sneaky, and not terrible with this either." Now he touches the rapier at his waist. "In my old troop, I was the one they sent to sneak close to the camps and put an arrow...usually with a poison of my own concoction, into an officer or other VIP. I'm happy to do the same here."
He moves into the door, now feeling the need to assert himself, though he kept himself alert...especially after that comment.
Perception: 20
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(Glad you're with us!)
Rem finishes...refueling...and makes his way back to find the group. Flinging the door open, his dark eyes rest upon the newcomer Thris. 'Hmm. You're late. The other recruits are getting settled into their rooms.'
The Darkhalf then swings the crossbow off of his back, and leans his weight upon it. He again addresses Thristolia: 'I better show you the upstairs, too. But first...you say you're a good shot with a bow? Tell me, what else can you do on the battlefield? I prefer to know my allies before I...go to hell and back with them.'
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
(Wait, if y’all walked into the room I had a description of it! I had a dialogue scene! I had character development! What is happening!)
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(apologies for the deviation; don't argue, Thris:) )
Rem suddenly perks up, his ears twitching slightly. 'Never mind, Thris. You can tell me on the way up...I can hear old Jax calling for us.' With that, Rem takes Thristola's hand, and lead her up the stairs towards the dorms.
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This is what I was responding to.
He waved us in...so Thris walked in. :)
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Thris looks bemused as Rem drags him upstairs. "Um...well...I'm an excellent archer and a slightly less excellent swords-elf. Sneaky, good scout, especially in the mountains... Cast a few spells, well three anyway...I can live off the land...and I know how to make poisons. More than a few of the invaders have died from my poisons."
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As you enter the room, you fortunately see none of the events described by Jaxonn. You see some couches around a small fireplace, with two doors on each side of the room. On one of the couches, you see an Aasimar with pale pink skin and dove like wings sitting next to Rogeliah, with her head on Ro’s shoulder. On the other side is a dwarf, or at least, you think it is a dwarf, as you have never seen one with so little hair. He has no beard, and nothing but a buzz cut on top of his head. Both the dwarf and Ro look over, Ro with a look of almost disgust, and the dwarf with pure joy. “Oh boy, more subjects!” The dwarf yells in a voice almost identical to the one that Jaxonn used earlier to describe a person called Freir. “Well, my friends, these are the new recruits! We have a human, which is a cool, we have a goblin who is good with sticks. We have a magic satyr, also cool. And a half elf, who from the way Ro is staring at he tried flirting with her, and some other people I don’t remember because my memory is garbage! And no, you can’t take dna samples, Freir.” Jaxonn says cheerfully. The aasimar, who you assume to be Kaitlin, gets up from Ro’s side and walks over to the party. She approaches Poppy especially, and looks at him before looking at Ro. “So this is the guy that made you so mad?” She walks back over to you and leans close to Poppy. “He’s hot” she says, right into your ear. “Woah woah woah woah, woah woah. No flirting, please, this is sposed to be the time where we discuss the plans for the battle! Please, just, no! Aaaaand, especially no, you are not messing with him! I am not allowing my girlfriend to flirt with the person who also flirted with me! That’s messed up!” Ro yells from the couch. Jaxonn just sighs and motions for you guys to sit down. “Okay, we can manage personal relationships later, just sit so we can actually just talk.” He says.
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Rem sits down crosslegged, leaning upon his crossbow, and gives the company a fearsome grin which betrays his bestial fangs. 'I'm all ears, Jax.'
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
Unslinging his bow, Thris sits down on his haunches. It's clear he could stay like that for a long time if needed, patient and focused. "Yes, what's the situation and how can we kill some of the invaders?"
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Gribble sits on the ground, back leaning against the wall, with his knees up and his quarterstaff across his legs. He waits for Jax to speak.
El looks at the lake with a blank expression at first and then seems to look around as if she is trying to determine something. Part of her is wondering if she is still on the Prime Material Plane or if she had somehow found herself in a portal that led her back to the FeyWild. After a bit she shrugs and moves to take a seat for herself. "Well this is certainly going to be interesting..."
(Imma Wait for everyone to respond before I go on)
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Shira stands alert near the back of the group scanning her surroundings
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