*I will be adding my third kid today because im very proud of his last campaign I put him through*
Name: The Brand
Real name: UNKNOWN
Speices: Human
age: (looks mid-30's)
Face: Shaved head (originally black hair). Black eyes (they are brown but so dark). A black mask with red upside down star.
Clothing: No shirt, his chest has pronounced bullet holes through his chest. A brown leather flight jacket with fuzzy white inside. Black military gloves, customized with steel nubs on the knuckles. Brown jeans with numerous stains. Black thick boots. Black holster on inside of coat holding a array of knives.
Body type: Musclar. Thick.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I will be adding my third kid today because im very proud of his last campaign I put him through*
Name: The Brand
Real name: UNKNOWN
Speices: Human
age: (looks mid-30's)
Face: Shaved head (originally black hair). Black eyes (they are brown but so dark). A black mask with red upside down star.
Clothing: No shirt, his chest has pronounced bullet holes through his chest. A brown leather flight jacket with fuzzy white inside. Black military gloves, customized with steel nubs on the knuckles. Brown jeans with numerous stains. Black thick boots. Black holster on inside of coat holding a array of knives.
There’s a pause, then a male voice answers. “Who is it?” The voice has the faint sibilant hiss Obadiah associates with dragonborn or half-dragons.
“I’m Obadiah. Who are you?”
“My name is Tyrian Glyndewar. Your name means nothing to me.”
“Why are you in Lyra’s room?”
Another pause, then the door opens a crack and a reptilian face pokes out. This is a full half-dragon, not a dragonborn. His scales are the same steel grey as Lyra’s eyes. “She is my ring-cousin. I am protecting her.”
The tavern door slams open as a man ducks his head under the arch way and walks in.
Kelipso is sleeping in a bush somewhere outside
Malek is also sleeping cuz he passed out
Tefeerinn is flying with Sarana in hells
Kalnor is prepping
Seeker is talking to Mithris, prepping charm voice effects
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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)
There’s a pause, then a male voice answers. “Who is it?” The voice has the faint sibilant hiss Obadiah associates with dragonborn or half-dragons.
“I’m Obadiah. Who are you?”
“My name is Tyrian Glyndewar. Your name means nothing to me.”
“Why are you in Lyra’s room?”
Another pause, then the door opens a crack and a reptilian face pokes out. This is a full half-dragon, not a dragonborn. His scales are the same steel grey as Lyra’s eyes. “She is my ring-cousin. I am protecting her.”
“From? It’s impossible to be hurt in the tavern.” Obadiah’s face is slightly relieved.
“We’re friends.” Obadiah steps back from the door, giving Tyrian more room.
Tyrian opens the door and lets Obadiah in. Lyra is laying in her bed under the covers. Her body is surrounded by a pale blue aura that emits a faint humming sound. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she appears to be asleep, but her breathing is very slow.
Perception: 11
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Obadiah hears a faint humming sound. He also hears slow regular breathing. It sounds like a guy, a relatively big guy, but he can’t be sure.
He frowns and knocks, loudly this time. “Hello?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
There’s a pause, then a male voice answers. “Who is it?” The voice has the faint sibilant hiss Obadiah associates with dragonborn or half-dragons.
*good morning!*
*I will be adding my third kid today because im very proud of his last campaign I put him through*
Name: The Brand
Real name: UNKNOWN
Speices: Human
age: (looks mid-30's)
Face: Shaved head (originally black hair). Black eyes (they are brown but so dark). A black mask with red upside down star.
Clothing: No shirt, his chest has pronounced bullet holes through his chest. A brown leather flight jacket with fuzzy white inside. Black military gloves, customized with steel nubs on the knuckles. Brown jeans with numerous stains. Black thick boots. Black holster on inside of coat holding a array of knives.
Body type: Musclar. Thick.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Very cool 😊*
“I’m Obadiah. Who are you?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“My name is Tyrian Glyndewar. Your name means nothing to me.”
“Why are you in Lyra’s room?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
The tavern door slams open as a man ducks his head under the arch way and walks in.
Kelipso is sleeping in a bush somewhere outside
Malek is also sleeping cuz he passed out
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Another pause, then the door opens a crack and a reptilian face pokes out. This is a full half-dragon, not a dragonborn. His scales are the same steel grey as Lyra’s eyes. “She is my ring-cousin. I am protecting her.”
Tefeerinn is flying with Sarana in hells
Kalnor is prepping
Seeker is talking to Mithris, prepping charm voice effects
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)
“From? It’s impossible to be hurt in the tavern.” Obadiah’s face is slightly relieved.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
The man is about 6'3, he walks to a back in the corner table and sits down,
*fair warning Chaotic evil, don't trust*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Tyrian frowns. “How do you know her?”
“We’re friends.” Obadiah steps back from the door, giving Tyrian more room.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Bad boy lol*
*my little mercenary idiot Child :3*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Tyrian opens the door and lets Obadiah in. Lyra is laying in her bed under the covers. Her body is surrounded by a pale blue aura that emits a faint humming sound. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she appears to be asleep, but her breathing is very slow.
"Gnolls, butchery, and carnage. But I dunno what the 'Nameless One' is."
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Definitely not an alt account I promise.