*Really, nothing much. The Shade popped in and is saying hi*
*Oh. I'll probably be off for most of today, because today is the wedding. Yesterday was us exploring New York and watching Wicked.*
*Sounds fun.*
*It was.*
*That’s good then.*
*My sister was annoying, though."
*Kind of expected. Siblings can be terrible.*
*She was upset because I needed food, so I rushed her and she couldn't take all the weird videos and pictures she wanted.*
*That’s a stupid thing to be upset about. Food comes before everything except air and water.*
*I agree. She also screamed at me and said I was being a jerk, and tried to convince my parents that I didn't actually need to eat.*
*… She sounds horrifying.*
*Only when she's angry. About 50% of the time she's fine.*
*Even worse. That means you get blamed for her tantrums.*
*My parents are more fair then you might expect, and she got blamed for that one, but yeah, that does happen.*
*It’s terrible. Mine assume I did something. They aren’t sure what, but I did something. Fortunately, my siblings don’t get upset a lot, so it doesn’t happen often.*
*My parents are convinced I must be demogorgon or jubilex or atemos or any other demon lord*
*Mine think I’m Titivilus.*
*Mine think I'm human.*
*Mine think I'm a black pudding.*
*You are.*
*Nah, I'm a [Tooltip Not Found]. I have some sentience.*
*That's fair. You're definitely a [Tooltip Not Found], then.*
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*Really, nothing much. The Shade popped in and is saying hi*
*Oh. I'll probably be off for most of today, because today is the wedding. Yesterday was us exploring New York and watching Wicked.*
*Sounds fun.*
*It was.*
*That’s good then.*
*My sister was annoying, though."
*Kind of expected. Siblings can be terrible.*
*She was upset because I needed food, so I rushed her and she couldn't take all the weird videos and pictures she wanted.*
*That’s a stupid thing to be upset about. Food comes before everything except air and water.*
*I agree. She also screamed at me and said I was being a jerk, and tried to convince my parents that I didn't actually need to eat.*
*… She sounds horrifying.*
*Only when she's angry. About 50% of the time she's fine.*
*Even worse. That means you get blamed for her tantrums.*
*My parents are more fair then you might expect, and she got blamed for that one, but yeah, that does happen.*
*It’s terrible. Mine assume I did something. They aren’t sure what, but I did something. Fortunately, my siblings don’t get upset a lot, so it doesn’t happen often.*
*My parents are convinced I must be demogorgon or jubilex or atemos or any other demon lord*
*Mine think I’m Titivilus.*
*Mine think I'm human.*
*Mine think I'm a black pudding.*
*You are.*
*Nah, I'm a [Tooltip Not Found]. I have some sentience.*
*That's fair. You're definitely a [Tooltip Not Found], then.*
Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
"You don't even fight and you have an armory?!"
“Not exactly.. It’s not in Lesta. And I do fight. I’m just nowhere as good as I need to be.”
"Right. Let's do this. I am having doubts about what you mean about not exactly having an armory... Lets go."
*Solanar readies plane shift. Obadiah can't see cause Solanar's wearing his usual big cloak. Solanar's just paranoid that Obadiah could be being controlled and this could be a trap. Or that this may turn out to be raiding Mephisto's armouries and he and Obadiah may need to make a quick getaway*
Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
"You don't even fight and you have an armory?!"
“Not exactly.. It’s not in Lesta. And I do fight. I’m just nowhere as good as I need to be.”
"Right. Let's do this. I am having doubts about what you mean about not exactly having an armory... Lets go."
*Solanar readies plane shift. Obadiah can't see cause Solanar's wearing his usual big cloak. Solanar's just paranoid that Obadiah could be being controlled and this could be a trap. Or that this may turn out to be raiding Mephisto's armouries and he and Obadiah may need to make a quick getaway*
"Soul vessel? Its... Its a very strange magic practice"
"Void called you that."
He nods "Because I am one."
"What does that mean?"
"I can... Use souls to heal and cast spells."
"How?"
"Im not fully sure. I can just.... Twist them. Manipulate them, in ways... Id show you, but Im currently out"
"Out of what?"
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"Soul vessel? Its... Its a very strange magic practice"
"Void called you that."
He nods "Because I am one."
"What does that mean?"
"I can... Use souls to heal and cast spells."
"How?"
"Im not fully sure. I can just.... Twist them. Manipulate them, in ways... Id show you, but Im currently out"
"Out of what?"
"Soul or essence to use. Id need to collect more"
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Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
"You don't even fight and you have an armory?!"
“Not exactly.. It’s not in Lesta. And I do fight. I’m just nowhere as good as I need to be.”
"Right. Let's do this. I am having doubts about what you mean about not exactly having an armory... Lets go."
*Solanar readies plane shift. Obadiah can't see cause Solanar's wearing his usual big cloak. Solanar's just paranoid that Obadiah could be being controlled and this could be a trap. Or that this may turn out to be raiding Mephisto's armouries and he and Obadiah may need to make a quick getaway*
Solanar grins, and holds out his hands, which erupt in hellfire. His eyes turn dead black, his ragged black wings sprout from his back, and the shadows in the tavern come swirling up to meet him, roiling in a cloud of black mist licked with flames “They see this and try to kill me. I’m a being of darkness who fights for light. But they just see the darkness, none of the light” his wings retract and the shadows and fire disappear. He sits back down.
Obadiah frowns at him.
What?
Stop showing off.
I'm her mentor in a different multiverse. I'm scared. I've got a lot to live up to. I'm just trying to prove I'm as good as him/me, since he sounds way more successful then me. I mean, he's already beaten up Calius. I'm just trying to impress her.
Him/me? You have an alternate self? Obadiah sounds sceptical.
You'd better, cause she comes from it. Apparently I look like I'm 40 over there. And I freed someone from a Soul Gem to beat up Calius... And I'm renowned... And not cursed... And a hero...
Wow.. Imagine… Obadiah‘s voice drips sarcasm.
(You think I’m a renowned hero? You think people appreciate me? No one outside of my enemies and Blood War specialists and gods know who I am. I’m hunted. Shunned cause of my powers. Because of that, I haven’t been to populated, normal worlds for 3000 years.)
Poor you. I can’t possibly understand being hunted and shunned because of what I am.
(I know you have it as bad as me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just stating some facts.)
Right. Obadiah hesitates. I have.. a question for you.
(Sure. Ask away.)
I don’t want to rely on the hellfire any more. And I saw you spar Atemos. Obadiah hesitates again. This might sound really stupid.. but can you teach me? To fight properly?
Solanar walks over “Of course! I’d be happy to. You are right, relying on hellfire only is unhealthy. Still, do not give it up entirely. It is part of you, and you should never try to ignore a part of you.”
(And one day, if you wish, I can teach you how to bend your hellfire around your swordblades like I do. It is the most powerful fighting style in existence, and it’s much less unhealthy then just blasting massive gouts of fire at people.)
Obadiah stands. “Thank you. But I don’t want to control it.. I just want it gone. It’s caused nothing but destruction.” Obadiah shrugs. “Maybe it is the most powerful fighting style in existence. But I don’t want a part of it.”
"It is your choice. But remember. It is the hellfire that caused such destruction, not you. If you can control your hellfire, it can save many lives."
“I don’t want it. Alright?”
"That's fine. I said it is your decision."
Obadiah nods. “Thanks. When do you want to start?”
"Soon as possible. As I may get very busy very suddenly soon."
“That’s fine. Do you have somewhere? I do if you don’t.”
Solanar sighs "I don't have anywhere other then here. We need access to an armory. Is there any in Lesta?"
“Not that I know of.. except mine.” Obadiah half-smiles. “It’s fairly well-equipped.”
"You don't even fight and you have an armory?!"
“Not exactly.. It’s not in Lesta. And I do fight. I’m just nowhere as good as I need to be.”
"Right. Let's do this. I am having doubts about what you mean about not exactly having an armory... Lets go."
*Solanar readies plane shift. Obadiah can't see cause Solanar's wearing his usual big cloak. Solanar's just paranoid that Obadiah could be being controlled and this could be a trap. Or that this may turn out to be raiding Mephisto's armouries and he and Obadiah may need to make a quick getaway*
*OK, thanks.*
zya teleports in
"I would love to come. hi solanar, how ya doing?"
"I'm doing bad, as usual. How about you? No you can't come, this is private."
*That's fair. You're definitely a [Tooltip Not Found], then.*
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*See edit.*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*OK, thanks.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
zya teleports in
"I would love to come. hi solanar, how ya doing?"
N/A
"Out of what?"
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"Soul or essence to use. Id need to collect more"
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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!
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Obadiah looks at him calmly. “You can’t.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"I'm doing bad, as usual. How about you? No you can't come, this is private."
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
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"because what? I have an even better armory than you, I would bet 2,000 gold on that"
N/A
“Feel free to give me your money, but you can’t come.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"why?"
N/A
"Why am I the only person without an armory around here?!"
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
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“It’s a communal armoury, and you’d either be attacked or banished. And I don’t want you to come.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Obadiah laughs a little. “It’s communal. And I doubt everyone does.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"I can defend myself. and... fine, I will go myself. seriously. I want to see it."
N/A
“You don’t know where it is. You haven’t been. You haven’t even been to the plane.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"no, everyone does. everyone"
N/A
Obadiah raises an eyebrow but says nothing.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"which plane? I have been to a few thousand. and... I will find a way"
N/A
Solanar glares at Zya
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
JOIN TIAMAT'S CONGA LINE!
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