(Hey Kane. I have another plan for taking out Calius. It can be used in conjunction with yours.)
(Okay. I’m listening. Whatcha got?)
(This I big… Please don’t think any less of me once I’m done. Ok. Well first off, the big deal: I’m the son of Calius. Adopted son, that is. Course, calling me his son was just another excuse to get what he wanted, we never liked each other even when I served him. He made me into the ultimate weapon. He infused me with liquid hellfire and devil ichor. That’s how I have all of my dark powers. I was his greatest servant, until I rebelled against him when I saw how evil and heartless he was. Anyway, Calius was scared of me once I left him, so he got some archdevils to hunt me down. Course, this just failed miserably, caused the Hells to lose ground to the demons, and put a lot of strain on their resources. Anyhow, Asmodeus was pretty pissed at this. And he doesn’t know I’m Calius’s son. If he did, he would probably hunt Calius down. Half of Calius’s pacts with him would be canceled. If I tell Asmodeus who I am, he’ll do his nut. That way, we can have the Lord of the Nine helping us out when we take down Calius, if Asmodeus doesn’t just kill Calius beforehand. I’m the Nine Hells greatest enemy after the demons, but I believe Asmodeus will put that aside for revenge against Calius.)
(Hmm, we’ll I don’t fault you at the son part. My own family isn’t good either. As for Asmodeus helping us, I doubt it but it’s not out of the realm of possibility. I was going to try and free the souls of the Hells to fight against him. Angels, paladins, clerics. They could help.)
(Asmodeus will help us once he knows Calius is responsible for the destruction of half the Hells, abd infused me with devil ichor, essentially making me a half devil. The Hells have been trying to find the origin of my devil powers for thousands of years. And you will need god-level power to free those souls.)
(Don’t underestimate my power. But…maybe you are right. I’m not very much welcome in the Hells, and I guess you aren’t either. But I know someone who could get us in.)
(No need to worry about that. I’m the multiverses expert on sneaking into the Hells.*
*Oooo, Guess who's back! I really like the new rules, too, lol. So, as I said before, I will be joining again! BUT with my own original characters heheh...*
A younger looking guy enters the tavern garbed in a black trench coat with similarly colored clothing beneath the heavy jacket. His face is covered in a skull tattoo that looks pretty menacing, which makes the easy going gaze from his dark purple eyes a little more unsettling. His hands were in his pockets as he strolled inside, glancing at the inhabitants every now and then until he took a seat at a table and pulled out a small scroll which he began to look over and then study a person in the Tavern after going back to looking at the scroll.
Tear looks at him intently for a few seconds, then goes back to talking. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes, and grey eyes so pale to be almost white. He wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers, no shoes, and every inch of exposed flesh is covered in swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks.
*WB!*
The guy gives him a quick glance before studying his scroll again. After a while, he brushes his wavy brown hair back and sighs, pocketing the scroll.
Tear waves. “Nice tattoo.”
"Thank you." He says blankly. "Yours are pretty nice yourself- who did them for you?"
“It’s magic. Did itself.” The tattoos writhe. “See?”
"Huh, I've never seen that before." The guy stares at the tattoos for a bit. "I did mine myself, actually. Just me and my mirror and a sharp black spindle, heheh."
“It’s a good job. What’s the scroll for?”
"Me." The guy said, his face still void of any sort of emotion. "If I deal the cards, what's your ace?" The guy asked.
“My ace? You mean what I can do?” Tear frowns a little.
"Never mind." The guy sighed. "I'm Nathaniel Creed." He gave a small salute towards Tear.
Tear tilts his head. “I’ve met another Creed before.. Are you related?”
"Probably not- Unless he came back from the dead."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"He rescued us from slavery!" Vixen spaces out, as though going through some traumatic memories.
"... and so we have been his companions ever since." Fleet finishes.
The more and more he hears their story, the more interested he becomes. His mind is fighting itself to stay loyal to Astara but, these elven twins…they prey upon his mind.
Astara holds his hand. "What are you thinking about?"
Kane squeezes her hand and says, “You, my dear, but, I’m curious. What do you make of those two eleven women that follow the genasi? Do you think he has a spell over them?”
*Oooo, Guess who's back! I really like the new rules, too, lol. So, as I said before, I will be joining again! BUT with my own original characters heheh...*
A younger looking guy enters the tavern garbed in a black trench coat with similarly colored clothing beneath the heavy jacket. His face is covered in a skull tattoo that looks pretty menacing, which makes the easy going gaze from his dark purple eyes a little more unsettling. His hands were in his pockets as he strolled inside, glancing at the inhabitants every now and then until he took a seat at a table and pulled out a small scroll which he began to look over and then study a person in the Tavern after going back to looking at the scroll.
Tear looks at him intently for a few seconds, then goes back to talking. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes, and grey eyes so pale to be almost white. He wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers, no shoes, and every inch of exposed flesh is covered in swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks.
*WB!*
The guy gives him a quick glance before studying his scroll again. After a while, he brushes his wavy brown hair back and sighs, pocketing the scroll.
Tear waves. “Nice tattoo.”
"Thank you." He says blankly. "Yours are pretty nice yourself- who did them for you?"
“It’s magic. Did itself.” The tattoos writhe. “See?”
"Huh, I've never seen that before." The guy stares at the tattoos for a bit. "I did mine myself, actually. Just me and my mirror and a sharp black spindle, heheh."
“It’s a good job. What’s the scroll for?”
"Me." The guy said, his face still void of any sort of emotion. "If I deal the cards, what's your ace?" The guy asked.
“My ace? You mean what I can do?” Tear frowns a little.
"Never mind." The guy sighed. "I'm Nathaniel Creed." He gave a small salute towards Tear.
The Brand gets up from his table and walks over with Sweet Boy. He taps him on the shoulder and produces a hand for a handshake. "howdy stranger".
Nathan studies the Brand before shaking his hand. Nathan's wearing black gloves and the handshake is very brief.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*Oooo, Guess who's back! I really like the new rules, too, lol. So, as I said before, I will be joining again! BUT with my own original characters heheh...*
A younger looking guy enters the tavern garbed in a black trench coat with similarly colored clothing beneath the heavy jacket. His face is covered in a skull tattoo that looks pretty menacing, which makes the easy going gaze from his dark purple eyes a little more unsettling. His hands were in his pockets as he strolled inside, glancing at the inhabitants every now and then until he took a seat at a table and pulled out a small scroll which he began to look over and then study a person in the Tavern after going back to looking at the scroll.
Tear looks at him intently for a few seconds, then goes back to talking. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes, and grey eyes so pale to be almost white. He wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers, no shoes, and every inch of exposed flesh is covered in swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks.
*WB!*
The guy gives him a quick glance before studying his scroll again. After a while, he brushes his wavy brown hair back and sighs, pocketing the scroll.
Tear waves. “Nice tattoo.”
"Thank you." He says blankly. "Yours are pretty nice yourself- who did them for you?"
“It’s magic. Did itself.” The tattoos writhe. “See?”
"Huh, I've never seen that before." The guy stares at the tattoos for a bit. "I did mine myself, actually. Just me and my mirror and a sharp black spindle, heheh."
“It’s a good job. What’s the scroll for?”
"Me." The guy said, his face still void of any sort of emotion. "If I deal the cards, what's your ace?" The guy asked.
“My ace? You mean what I can do?” Tear frowns a little.
"Never mind." The guy sighed. "I'm Nathaniel Creed." He gave a small salute towards Tear.
Tear tilts his head. “I’ve met another Creed before.. Are you related?”
"Probably not- Unless he came back from the dead."
"He rescued us from slavery!" Vixen spaces out, as though going through some traumatic memories.
"... and so we have been his companions ever since." Fleet finishes.
The more and more he hears their story, the more interested he becomes. His mind is fighting itself to stay loyal to Astara but, these elven twins…they prey upon his mind.
*Kane needs a knock on the head
Fleet notices the way he's looking at them and slaps him.
*Does this actually happen? He wasn’t looking at them creepily. His eyes were up there. But I have a response if it did happen.*
One paladin could be changed to one ally, eventually... I dont have many of those yet... I understand the hopelessness she feels right now... And I know how it can be used to change her mind, with time. And its also a free excuse to imprison some angels
You could imprison them, either way.
Fair enough... But I want to help someone see the light for what it is, and someone hopeless is a good place to start... Shed be a good person to try it on first.
I understand. But if things start going too far, you need to promise me you'll stop.
What do you mean by too far?
If you start liking her. Treating her as more than a test as to whether a paladin can see the truth.
Liking her? At best, she would become an acquittance or ally. I promise if it goes further, Ill send her elsewhere
Thank you.
He nods (Thank you for reminding me to set something like that) he turns to Vera (Ill see what I can do to help you. First, I need soul, though.) He looks around, rolling up his sleeves, searching for whoever looks most murderous
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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)
*Oooo, Guess who's back! I really like the new rules, too, lol. So, as I said before, I will be joining again! BUT with my own original characters heheh...*
A younger looking guy enters the tavern garbed in a black trench coat with similarly colored clothing beneath the heavy jacket. His face is covered in a skull tattoo that looks pretty menacing, which makes the easy going gaze from his dark purple eyes a little more unsettling. His hands were in his pockets as he strolled inside, glancing at the inhabitants every now and then until he took a seat at a table and pulled out a small scroll which he began to look over and then study a person in the Tavern after going back to looking at the scroll.
Tear looks at him intently for a few seconds, then goes back to talking. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes, and grey eyes so pale to be almost white. He wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers, no shoes, and every inch of exposed flesh is covered in swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks.
*WB!*
The guy gives him a quick glance before studying his scroll again. After a while, he brushes his wavy brown hair back and sighs, pocketing the scroll.
Tear waves. “Nice tattoo.”
"Thank you." He says blankly. "Yours are pretty nice yourself- who did them for you?"
“It’s magic. Did itself.” The tattoos writhe. “See?”
"Huh, I've never seen that before." The guy stares at the tattoos for a bit. "I did mine myself, actually. Just me and my mirror and a sharp black spindle, heheh."
“It’s a good job. What’s the scroll for?”
"Me." The guy said, his face still void of any sort of emotion. "If I deal the cards, what's your ace?" The guy asked.
“My ace? You mean what I can do?” Tear frowns a little.
"Never mind." The guy sighed. "I'm Nathaniel Creed." He gave a small salute towards Tear.
Tear tilts his head. “I’ve met another Creed before.. Are you related?”
"Probably not- Unless he came back from the dead."
“No.. You look vaguely similar. The eyes.”
"If they're purple then your in luck. It means I'm calm."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"He rescued us from slavery!" Vixen spaces out, as though going through some traumatic memories.
"... and so we have been his companions ever since." Fleet finishes.
The more and more he hears their story, the more interested he becomes. His mind is fighting itself to stay loyal to Astara but, these elven twins…they prey upon his mind.
Astara holds his hand. "What are you thinking about?"
Kane squeezes her hand and says, “You, my dear, but, I’m curious. What do you make of those two eleven women that follow the genasi? Do you think he has a spell over them?”
"I think he might have organized their slavery, if he thought they were talented."
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*Oooo, Guess who's back! I really like the new rules, too, lol. So, as I said before, I will be joining again! BUT with my own original characters heheh...*
A younger looking guy enters the tavern garbed in a black trench coat with similarly colored clothing beneath the heavy jacket. His face is covered in a skull tattoo that looks pretty menacing, which makes the easy going gaze from his dark purple eyes a little more unsettling. His hands were in his pockets as he strolled inside, glancing at the inhabitants every now and then until he took a seat at a table and pulled out a small scroll which he began to look over and then study a person in the Tavern after going back to looking at the scroll.
Tear looks at him intently for a few seconds, then goes back to talking. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes, and grey eyes so pale to be almost white. He wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers, no shoes, and every inch of exposed flesh is covered in swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks.
*WB!*
The guy gives him a quick glance before studying his scroll again. After a while, he brushes his wavy brown hair back and sighs, pocketing the scroll.
Tear waves. “Nice tattoo.”
"Thank you." He says blankly. "Yours are pretty nice yourself- who did them for you?"
“It’s magic. Did itself.” The tattoos writhe. “See?”
"Huh, I've never seen that before." The guy stares at the tattoos for a bit. "I did mine myself, actually. Just me and my mirror and a sharp black spindle, heheh."
“It’s a good job. What’s the scroll for?”
"Me." The guy said, his face still void of any sort of emotion. "If I deal the cards, what's your ace?" The guy asked.
“My ace? You mean what I can do?” Tear frowns a little.
"Never mind." The guy sighed. "I'm Nathaniel Creed." He gave a small salute towards Tear.
The Brand gets up from his table and walks over with Sweet Boy. He taps him on the shoulder and produces a hand for a handshake. "howdy stranger".
Nathan studies the Brand before shaking his hand. Nathan's wearing black gloves and the handshake is very brief.
*description: Black military grade gloves with metal studded nubs on the knuckles, leather pilot coat with white fluffy inside, black mask with upside down red star, and brown leather pants and boots.*
He sits down across from him and stares for a minute. "i feel like i would know you"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Oooo, Guess who's back! I really like the new rules, too, lol. So, as I said before, I will be joining again! BUT with my own original characters heheh...*
A younger looking guy enters the tavern garbed in a black trench coat with similarly colored clothing beneath the heavy jacket. His face is covered in a skull tattoo that looks pretty menacing, which makes the easy going gaze from his dark purple eyes a little more unsettling. His hands were in his pockets as he strolled inside, glancing at the inhabitants every now and then until he took a seat at a table and pulled out a small scroll which he began to look over and then study a person in the Tavern after going back to looking at the scroll.
Tear looks at him intently for a few seconds, then goes back to talking. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes, and grey eyes so pale to be almost white. He wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers, no shoes, and every inch of exposed flesh is covered in swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks.
*WB!*
The guy gives him a quick glance before studying his scroll again. After a while, he brushes his wavy brown hair back and sighs, pocketing the scroll.
Tear waves. “Nice tattoo.”
"Thank you." He says blankly. "Yours are pretty nice yourself- who did them for you?"
“It’s magic. Did itself.” The tattoos writhe. “See?”
"Huh, I've never seen that before." The guy stares at the tattoos for a bit. "I did mine myself, actually. Just me and my mirror and a sharp black spindle, heheh."
“It’s a good job. What’s the scroll for?”
"Me." The guy said, his face still void of any sort of emotion. "If I deal the cards, what's your ace?" The guy asked.
“My ace? You mean what I can do?” Tear frowns a little.
"Never mind." The guy sighed. "I'm Nathaniel Creed." He gave a small salute towards Tear.
Tear tilts his head. “I’ve met another Creed before.. Are you related?”
"Probably not- Unless he came back from the dead."
“No.. You look vaguely similar. The eyes.”
"If they're purple then your in luck. It means I'm calm."
Tear’s face goes into a state of forced calm. “What exactly did you mean by my ace?”
One paladin could be changed to one ally, eventually... I dont have many of those yet... I understand the hopelessness she feels right now... And I know how it can be used to change her mind, with time. And its also a free excuse to imprison some angels
You could imprison them, either way.
Fair enough... But I want to help someone see the light for what it is, and someone hopeless is a good place to start... Shed be a good person to try it on first.
I understand. But if things start going too far, you need to promise me you'll stop.
What do you mean by too far?
If you start liking her. Treating her as more than a test as to whether a paladin can see the truth.
Liking her? At best, she would become an acquittance or ally. I promise if it goes further, Ill send her elsewhere
Thank you.
He nods (Thank you for reminding me to set something like that) he turns to Vera (Ill see what I can do to help you. First, I need soul, though.) He looks around, rolling up his sleeves, searching for whoever looks most murderous
There are a few angels that glare at him as he walks past them.
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*description: Black military grade gloves with metal studded nubs on the knuckles, leather pilot coat with white fluffy inside, black mask with upside down red star, and brown leather pants and boots.*
He sits down across from him and stares for a minute. "i feel like i would know you"
"I've never seen you before. We're not related either. Coincidence." Nate said blankly.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
One paladin could be changed to one ally, eventually... I dont have many of those yet... I understand the hopelessness she feels right now... And I know how it can be used to change her mind, with time. And its also a free excuse to imprison some angels
You could imprison them, either way.
Fair enough... But I want to help someone see the light for what it is, and someone hopeless is a good place to start... Shed be a good person to try it on first.
I understand. But if things start going too far, you need to promise me you'll stop.
What do you mean by too far?
If you start liking her. Treating her as more than a test as to whether a paladin can see the truth.
Liking her? At best, she would become an acquittance or ally. I promise if it goes further, Ill send her elsewhere
Thank you.
He nods (Thank you for reminding me to set something like that) he turns to Vera (Ill see what I can do to help you. First, I need soul, though.) He looks around, rolling up his sleeves, searching for whoever looks most murderous
There are a few angels that glare at him as he walks past them.
He looks at them each, emotionless "Do any of you have something to say?"
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"He rescued us from slavery!" Vixen spaces out, as though going through some traumatic memories.
"... and so we have been his companions ever since." Fleet finishes.
The more and more he hears their story, the more interested he becomes. His mind is fighting itself to stay loyal to Astara but, these elven twins…they prey upon his mind.
Astara holds his hand. "What are you thinking about?"
Kane squeezes her hand and says, “You, my dear, but, I’m curious. What do you make of those two eleven women that follow the genasi? Do you think he has a spell over them?”
"I think he might have organized their slavery, if he thought they were talented."
*Is Flare within earshot of this?*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Want some coffee?" What happened? And who's this Flare guy?
“Yes, thanks.” He’s planning to take over Lesta and the surrounding area. Calls himself royalty to be. Obadiah hesitates. Lyra’s in some kind of coma. It happened at exactly the same time as her husband supposedly got his memories back- her cousin is guarding her, or something. And her husband is stopping people from seeing her. And from trying to wake her up. And he has just ghosted me.
Atemos hands him a cup. Ooooo fun. And I'm not surprised that he's ghosting you.
Obadiah drinks from it. Not fun. Why would he be ghosting me?
Dude, you're dating his ex-wife.
So? He can still answer me. Stops me visiting.
You shouldn't worry too much. I can always try to cure her coma if it gets serious. Maybe scare her husband off with a few jokes and hyenas.
Her cousin said Bahamut did it. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but angering a deity is not a good idea. Her mind is on a quest, apparently.
True... I don't think Bahamut and I are good friends.
No. And I don’t think Lyra’s husband is telling the truth. He’s being seriously sketchy. I think we should pay him a visit in person.
*description: Black military grade gloves with metal studded nubs on the knuckles, leather pilot coat with white fluffy inside, black mask with upside down red star, and brown leather pants and boots.*
He sits down across from him and stares for a minute. "i feel like i would know you"
"I've never seen you before. We're not related either. Coincidence." Nate said blankly.
"im not, per say, from around here, so thats true" he said and leaned on the table.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
One paladin could be changed to one ally, eventually... I dont have many of those yet... I understand the hopelessness she feels right now... And I know how it can be used to change her mind, with time. And its also a free excuse to imprison some angels
You could imprison them, either way.
Fair enough... But I want to help someone see the light for what it is, and someone hopeless is a good place to start... Shed be a good person to try it on first.
I understand. But if things start going too far, you need to promise me you'll stop.
What do you mean by too far?
If you start liking her. Treating her as more than a test as to whether a paladin can see the truth.
Liking her? At best, she would become an acquittance or ally. I promise if it goes further, Ill send her elsewhere
Thank you.
He nods (Thank you for reminding me to set something like that) he turns to Vera (Ill see what I can do to help you. First, I need soul, though.) He looks around, rolling up his sleeves, searching for whoever looks most murderous
There are a few angels that glare at him as he walks past them.
He looks at them each, emotionless "Do any of you have something to say?"
Some of them look like they want to attack, but none say anything.
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*But not sneaking out of them :)*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Probably not- Unless he came back from the dead."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Kane squeezes her hand and says, “You, my dear, but, I’m curious. What do you make of those two eleven women that follow the genasi? Do you think he has a spell over them?”
Nathan studies the Brand before shaking his hand. Nathan's wearing black gloves and the handshake is very brief.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
“No.. You look vaguely similar. The eyes.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Does this actually happen? He wasn’t looking at them creepily. His eyes were up there. But I have a response if it did happen.*
He nods (Thank you for reminding me to set something like that) he turns to Vera (Ill see what I can do to help you. First, I need soul, though.) He looks around, rolling up his sleeves, searching for whoever looks most murderous
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)
"If they're purple then your in luck. It means I'm calm."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"I think he might have organized their slavery, if he thought they were talented."
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*description: Black military grade gloves with metal studded nubs on the knuckles, leather pilot coat with white fluffy inside, black mask with upside down red star, and brown leather pants and boots.*
He sits down across from him and stares for a minute. "i feel like i would know you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Tear’s face goes into a state of forced calm. “What exactly did you mean by my ace?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
There are a few angels that glare at him as he walks past them.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*If he actually wasn't staring, I'm alright with retconning that so it doesn't happen*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I've never seen you before. We're not related either. Coincidence." Nate said blankly.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
He looks at them each, emotionless "Do any of you have something to say?"
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!
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*Is Flare within earshot of this?*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Oooooooooh fun!
Here's the real cyno: https://www.dndbeyond.com/members/cynophobia_
Definitely not an alt account I promise.
*Your choice. It was more like quick glances and keeping his ears open.*
"im not, per say, from around here, so thats true" he said and leaned on the table.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Some of them look like they want to attack, but none say anything.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.