A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
*Good morning! This is the character I introduced yesterday, but never got to do much with her.*
She wakes up in her room with a huge hangover, where she sits for a while to let it subside. She walks downstairs to the bar, where she gets a coffee.
Frindrot is sitting at a table, drinking some tea.
Zehir looks up, he folds his wings slightly and waves.
*to which one?*
-woman-
She nods her head in acknowledgement before going back to her coffee.
He walks over and smiles. His horns touching the ceiling. He was a t a l l draconic mix of red and black.
She looks up at him, not the least bit intimidated. "What do you want? I'm nursing a hangover right now."
"quite sorry" he said and messed with his glove ends "just wanting to say good morning"
She huffs, and drinks the rest of her coffee. "Well, you've said it."
"sorry" he said and backed up a bit "I didn't mean to be rude"
"You just gonna back off like that? Why's this place full of wimps?" She got off her chair and walked over to him, standing in all of her 5'10 glory. "You got fire? Or are you just some cold ashes?"
He opens his mouth, it has three rows of sharp teeth. He coughs suddenly, small sparks of fire come out as he covers his mouth and sneezing like a kitten.
She busted out laughing. "Gods, that was hilarious!"
"sorry.." He said and coughed again then smiled "fire!"
"More like weak sparks!" She hopped on the bar and stood up to eye-level with him. "The only thing in this world that I hate more than weaklings are weaklings who pretend to be strong."
He tilts his head "I don't consider myself a weakling. I'm strong when I want to be." He said
"And it's that mindset that makes you weak! Sure, you might have physical strength, but where's your spirit?!" She crossed her arms. "If you don't have spirit, you might as well be fed to the wolves."
"what if I don't want to be, what if I like being this type of strong compared to completely strong. I'm fine like this." He says and chuckles "plus wolves are nice. Their fluffy"
She frowns. "Don't you want to be powerful? To go beyond what others consider limits and easily do the 'impossible'?"
"no" he said bluntly and picked up a small rat that was skittering across the floor and gently petted it on the head. "I prefer not to be like my heritage"
She shook her head. "Your heritage is a part of you, whether you like it or not, no matter how heroic or evil. To accept that and move past it is a sign of strong spirit. To deny it and avoid it is a sign of weak spirit." She looked at the rat. "If you try to be gentle, you'll only end up dead in a ditch."
"I just don't want to Hurt people like my heritage did. Chromatic dragons are quite....urgh." He said and set the rat on the counter and fed it a peice of cracker. "I am who I am however"
"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" She kicked the rat off the counter. "If you're afraid to hurt something, then tough [1gp]! It's gonna happen! That's life, dumb[1gp]!" The rat was fine, since blessing.
Zehir watched the rat fall off and in a two second split, he had wrapped his huge claws around her neck. Considering the blessing she would be fine but he was p i s s e d.
She smiled cockily. "There we go, now we're getting somewhere!" She scrunched up her body and kicked him in the chin, while pulling his fingers apart from her neck.
He snarled and tackled her to the floor in pure rage. His eyes seemed to not even realize he was a different person.
"There's your fire! All you needed was a spark!" She seemed unworried, mostly because she was confident in herself, but slightly because she realized there was a blessing. She contorted her body so that she ended up on top of him on the floor, pinning him.
Strength: 24
He was a snarling angry mess, he thrashed violently. The rat skittered over and watched then crawled on his nose, suddenly the snarling calmed down. He stopped completely and picked up the rat and looked at, his eyes became softer.
She got up, frowning. "Was that it?"
He petted the rat and stood up "I get angry and then people die, I don't like that" he said and looked at the Rat "ill name you Buddi"
"Well, nobody died this time." She got a drink for herself.
"you wanna pet buddi?" He asked and smiles
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The leonin sits at the bar, getting a very strong drink
The woman looked over and smiled. "I approve."
"And... Who exactly are you?"
"Sharlene Fireborn. Finally, I meet someone with a bit of fire in them."
"You can call me Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Well, Zetan, I have a feeling we're gonna get along famously!"
"... And why exactly is that?" He takes a long drink
"FIRE! I can tell just by looking at you that you at least have some fight in you! That is what I look for in people." She dryly chuckles, looking around. "And I haven't seen that much here, yet."
"Hm.... Thats an interesting way of putting it" He smiles, showing his fangs. Theyre much more canine than leonins are....
"It is the best way of putting it. Those with a strong spirit are those who are most worth something." She got herself a strong drink as well.
"Many have it. Hidden, however."
"Why hide your spirit? That makes no sense." She took a few big gulps. "Ugh, that's better."
"Because many dont seek the attention. Hidden power can sometimes be more dangerous. An ace in the hand"
"Ok, you may have a bit of a point, but I still believe it shouldn't be hidden."
"I say show most, but hide a bit. Toe the line"
"How much are you hiding, then?"
"Hmmm..... Id say mine is shown, but not all realize it. Hidden in plain sight"
"Hidden in plain sight? Does it have anything to do with your teeth?"
"Perhaps" He smirks
"Well, I don't hide anything about my power, if someone misses something about it, that's their fault." She finished off her drink..
"Leaving everything out there, eh? Thats an interesting way to do things. What unique power do you have?"
"Pure will and strength is all I need to conquer my obstacles. Something I always say: You can only exceed your limits if you've discovered them."
"Thats a good phrase to have. Though.... I doubt your raw strength can exceed certain bounds. Unless you receive magical help"
"Well, being a monk doesn't hurt."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The leonin sits at the bar, getting a very strong drink
The woman looked over and smiled. "I approve."
"And... Who exactly are you?"
"Sharlene Fireborn. Finally, I meet someone with a bit of fire in them."
"You can call me Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Well, Zetan, I have a feeling we're gonna get along famously!"
"... And why exactly is that?" He takes a long drink
"FIRE! I can tell just by looking at you that you at least have some fight in you! That is what I look for in people." She dryly chuckles, looking around. "And I haven't seen that much here, yet."
"Hm.... Thats an interesting way of putting it" He smiles, showing his fangs. Theyre much more canine than leonins are....
"It is the best way of putting it. Those with a strong spirit are those who are most worth something." She got herself a strong drink as well.
"Many have it. Hidden, however."
"Why hide your spirit? That makes no sense." She took a few big gulps. "Ugh, that's better."
"Because many dont seek the attention. Hidden power can sometimes be more dangerous. An ace in the hand"
"Ok, you may have a bit of a point, but I still believe it shouldn't be hidden."
"I say show most, but hide a bit. Toe the line"
"How much are you hiding, then?"
"Hmmm..... Id say mine is shown, but not all realize it. Hidden in plain sight"
"Hidden in plain sight? Does it have anything to do with your teeth?"
"Perhaps" He smirks
"Well, I don't hide anything about my power, if someone misses something about it, that's their fault." She finished off her drink..
"Leaving everything out there, eh? Thats an interesting way to do things. What unique power do you have?"
"Pure will and strength is all I need to conquer my obstacles. Something I always say: You can only exceed your limits if you've discovered them."
"Thats a good phrase to have. Though.... I doubt your raw strength can exceed certain bounds. Unless you receive magical help"
"Well, being a monk doesn't hurt."
"I suppose it would help. Though.... I could probably take you a bit further"
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)
The leonin sits at the bar, getting a very strong drink
The woman looked over and smiled. "I approve."
"And... Who exactly are you?"
"Sharlene Fireborn. Finally, I meet someone with a bit of fire in them."
"You can call me Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Well, Zetan, I have a feeling we're gonna get along famously!"
"... And why exactly is that?" He takes a long drink
"FIRE! I can tell just by looking at you that you at least have some fight in you! That is what I look for in people." She dryly chuckles, looking around. "And I haven't seen that much here, yet."
"Hm.... Thats an interesting way of putting it" He smiles, showing his fangs. Theyre much more canine than leonins are....
"It is the best way of putting it. Those with a strong spirit are those who are most worth something." She got herself a strong drink as well.
"Many have it. Hidden, however."
"Why hide your spirit? That makes no sense." She took a few big gulps. "Ugh, that's better."
"Because many dont seek the attention. Hidden power can sometimes be more dangerous. An ace in the hand"
"Ok, you may have a bit of a point, but I still believe it shouldn't be hidden."
"I say show most, but hide a bit. Toe the line"
"How much are you hiding, then?"
"Hmmm..... Id say mine is shown, but not all realize it. Hidden in plain sight"
"Hidden in plain sight? Does it have anything to do with your teeth?"
"Perhaps" He smirks
"Well, I don't hide anything about my power, if someone misses something about it, that's their fault." She finished off her drink..
"Leaving everything out there, eh? Thats an interesting way to do things. What unique power do you have?"
"Pure will and strength is all I need to conquer my obstacles. Something I always say: You can only exceed your limits if you've discovered them."
"Thats a good phrase to have. Though.... I doubt your raw strength can exceed certain bounds. Unless you receive magical help"
"Well, being a monk doesn't hurt."
"I suppose it would help. Though.... I could probably take you a bit further"
"... Elaborate."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The leonin sits at the bar, getting a very strong drink
The woman looked over and smiled. "I approve."
"And... Who exactly are you?"
"Sharlene Fireborn. Finally, I meet someone with a bit of fire in them."
"You can call me Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Well, Zetan, I have a feeling we're gonna get along famously!"
"... And why exactly is that?" He takes a long drink
"FIRE! I can tell just by looking at you that you at least have some fight in you! That is what I look for in people." She dryly chuckles, looking around. "And I haven't seen that much here, yet."
"Hm.... Thats an interesting way of putting it" He smiles, showing his fangs. Theyre much more canine than leonins are....
"It is the best way of putting it. Those with a strong spirit are those who are most worth something." She got herself a strong drink as well.
"Many have it. Hidden, however."
"Why hide your spirit? That makes no sense." She took a few big gulps. "Ugh, that's better."
"Because many dont seek the attention. Hidden power can sometimes be more dangerous. An ace in the hand"
"Ok, you may have a bit of a point, but I still believe it shouldn't be hidden."
"I say show most, but hide a bit. Toe the line"
"How much are you hiding, then?"
"Hmmm..... Id say mine is shown, but not all realize it. Hidden in plain sight"
"Hidden in plain sight? Does it have anything to do with your teeth?"
"Perhaps" He smirks
"Well, I don't hide anything about my power, if someone misses something about it, that's their fault." She finished off her drink..
"Leaving everything out there, eh? Thats an interesting way to do things. What unique power do you have?"
"Pure will and strength is all I need to conquer my obstacles. Something I always say: You can only exceed your limits if you've discovered them."
"Thats a good phrase to have. Though.... I doubt your raw strength can exceed certain bounds. Unless you receive magical help"
"Well, being a monk doesn't hurt."
"I suppose it would help. Though.... I could probably take you a bit further"
"... Elaborate."
"You could trade me something, and I could give you a special power..."
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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)
A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
*Good morning! This is the character I introduced yesterday, but never got to do much with her.*
She wakes up in her room with a huge hangover, where she sits for a while to let it subside. She walks downstairs to the bar, where she gets a coffee.
Frindrot is sitting at a table, drinking some tea.
Zehir looks up, he folds his wings slightly and waves.
*to which one?*
-woman-
She nods her head in acknowledgement before going back to her coffee.
He walks over and smiles. His horns touching the ceiling. He was a t a l l draconic mix of red and black.
She looks up at him, not the least bit intimidated. "What do you want? I'm nursing a hangover right now."
"quite sorry" he said and messed with his glove ends "just wanting to say good morning"
She huffs, and drinks the rest of her coffee. "Well, you've said it."
"sorry" he said and backed up a bit "I didn't mean to be rude"
"You just gonna back off like that? Why's this place full of wimps?" She got off her chair and walked over to him, standing in all of her 5'10 glory. "You got fire? Or are you just some cold ashes?"
He opens his mouth, it has three rows of sharp teeth. He coughs suddenly, small sparks of fire come out as he covers his mouth and sneezing like a kitten.
She busted out laughing. "Gods, that was hilarious!"
"sorry.." He said and coughed again then smiled "fire!"
"More like weak sparks!" She hopped on the bar and stood up to eye-level with him. "The only thing in this world that I hate more than weaklings are weaklings who pretend to be strong."
He tilts his head "I don't consider myself a weakling. I'm strong when I want to be." He said
"And it's that mindset that makes you weak! Sure, you might have physical strength, but where's your spirit?!" She crossed her arms. "If you don't have spirit, you might as well be fed to the wolves."
"what if I don't want to be, what if I like being this type of strong compared to completely strong. I'm fine like this." He says and chuckles "plus wolves are nice. Their fluffy"
She frowns. "Don't you want to be powerful? To go beyond what others consider limits and easily do the 'impossible'?"
"no" he said bluntly and picked up a small rat that was skittering across the floor and gently petted it on the head. "I prefer not to be like my heritage"
She shook her head. "Your heritage is a part of you, whether you like it or not, no matter how heroic or evil. To accept that and move past it is a sign of strong spirit. To deny it and avoid it is a sign of weak spirit." She looked at the rat. "If you try to be gentle, you'll only end up dead in a ditch."
"I just don't want to Hurt people like my heritage did. Chromatic dragons are quite....urgh." He said and set the rat on the counter and fed it a peice of cracker. "I am who I am however"
"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" She kicked the rat off the counter. "If you're afraid to hurt something, then tough [1gp]! It's gonna happen! That's life, dumb[1gp]!" The rat was fine, since blessing.
Zehir watched the rat fall off and in a two second split, he had wrapped his huge claws around her neck. Considering the blessing she would be fine but he was p i s s e d.
She smiled cockily. "There we go, now we're getting somewhere!" She scrunched up her body and kicked him in the chin, while pulling his fingers apart from her neck.
He snarled and tackled her to the floor in pure rage. His eyes seemed to not even realize he was a different person.
"There's your fire! All you needed was a spark!" She seemed unworried, mostly because she was confident in herself, but slightly because she realized there was a blessing. She contorted her body so that she ended up on top of him on the floor, pinning him.
Strength: 24
He was a snarling angry mess, he thrashed violently. The rat skittered over and watched then crawled on his nose, suddenly the snarling calmed down. He stopped completely and picked up the rat and looked at, his eyes became softer.
She got up, frowning. "Was that it?"
He petted the rat and stood up "I get angry and then people die, I don't like that" he said and looked at the Rat "ill name you Buddi"
"Well, nobody died this time." She got a drink for herself.
"you wanna pet buddi?" He asked and smiles
"No." She started chugging her drink. *Yay! Post 4800!*
The leonin sits at the bar, getting a very strong drink
The woman looked over and smiled. "I approve."
"And... Who exactly are you?"
"Sharlene Fireborn. Finally, I meet someone with a bit of fire in them."
"You can call me Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Well, Zetan, I have a feeling we're gonna get along famously!"
"... And why exactly is that?" He takes a long drink
"FIRE! I can tell just by looking at you that you at least have some fight in you! That is what I look for in people." She dryly chuckles, looking around. "And I haven't seen that much here, yet."
"Hm.... Thats an interesting way of putting it" He smiles, showing his fangs. Theyre much more canine than leonins are....
"It is the best way of putting it. Those with a strong spirit are those who are most worth something." She got herself a strong drink as well.
"Many have it. Hidden, however."
"Why hide your spirit? That makes no sense." She took a few big gulps. "Ugh, that's better."
"Because many dont seek the attention. Hidden power can sometimes be more dangerous. An ace in the hand"
"Ok, you may have a bit of a point, but I still believe it shouldn't be hidden."
"I say show most, but hide a bit. Toe the line"
"How much are you hiding, then?"
"Hmmm..... Id say mine is shown, but not all realize it. Hidden in plain sight"
"Hidden in plain sight? Does it have anything to do with your teeth?"
"Perhaps" He smirks
"Well, I don't hide anything about my power, if someone misses something about it, that's their fault." She finished off her drink..
"Leaving everything out there, eh? Thats an interesting way to do things. What unique power do you have?"
"Pure will and strength is all I need to conquer my obstacles. Something I always say: You can only exceed your limits if you've discovered them."
"Thats a good phrase to have. Though.... I doubt your raw strength can exceed certain bounds. Unless you receive magical help"
"Well, being a monk doesn't hurt."
"I suppose it would help. Though.... I could probably take you a bit further"
"... Elaborate."
"You could trade me something, and I could give you a special power..."
"So... like a warlock?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
*Good morning! This is the character I introduced yesterday, but never got to do much with her.*
She wakes up in her room with a huge hangover, where she sits for a while to let it subside. She walks downstairs to the bar, where she gets a coffee.
Frindrot is sitting at a table, drinking some tea.
Zehir looks up, he folds his wings slightly and waves.
*to which one?*
-woman-
She nods her head in acknowledgement before going back to her coffee.
He walks over and smiles. His horns touching the ceiling. He was a t a l l draconic mix of red and black.
She looks up at him, not the least bit intimidated. "What do you want? I'm nursing a hangover right now."
"quite sorry" he said and messed with his glove ends "just wanting to say good morning"
She huffs, and drinks the rest of her coffee. "Well, you've said it."
"sorry" he said and backed up a bit "I didn't mean to be rude"
"You just gonna back off like that? Why's this place full of wimps?" She got off her chair and walked over to him, standing in all of her 5'10 glory. "You got fire? Or are you just some cold ashes?"
He opens his mouth, it has three rows of sharp teeth. He coughs suddenly, small sparks of fire come out as he covers his mouth and sneezing like a kitten.
She busted out laughing. "Gods, that was hilarious!"
"sorry.." He said and coughed again then smiled "fire!"
"More like weak sparks!" She hopped on the bar and stood up to eye-level with him. "The only thing in this world that I hate more than weaklings are weaklings who pretend to be strong."
He tilts his head "I don't consider myself a weakling. I'm strong when I want to be." He said
"And it's that mindset that makes you weak! Sure, you might have physical strength, but where's your spirit?!" She crossed her arms. "If you don't have spirit, you might as well be fed to the wolves."
"what if I don't want to be, what if I like being this type of strong compared to completely strong. I'm fine like this." He says and chuckles "plus wolves are nice. Their fluffy"
She frowns. "Don't you want to be powerful? To go beyond what others consider limits and easily do the 'impossible'?"
"no" he said bluntly and picked up a small rat that was skittering across the floor and gently petted it on the head. "I prefer not to be like my heritage"
She shook her head. "Your heritage is a part of you, whether you like it or not, no matter how heroic or evil. To accept that and move past it is a sign of strong spirit. To deny it and avoid it is a sign of weak spirit." She looked at the rat. "If you try to be gentle, you'll only end up dead in a ditch."
"I just don't want to Hurt people like my heritage did. Chromatic dragons are quite....urgh." He said and set the rat on the counter and fed it a peice of cracker. "I am who I am however"
"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" She kicked the rat off the counter. "If you're afraid to hurt something, then tough [1gp]! It's gonna happen! That's life, dumb[1gp]!" The rat was fine, since blessing.
Zehir watched the rat fall off and in a two second split, he had wrapped his huge claws around her neck. Considering the blessing she would be fine but he was p i s s e d.
She smiled cockily. "There we go, now we're getting somewhere!" She scrunched up her body and kicked him in the chin, while pulling his fingers apart from her neck.
He snarled and tackled her to the floor in pure rage. His eyes seemed to not even realize he was a different person.
"There's your fire! All you needed was a spark!" She seemed unworried, mostly because she was confident in herself, but slightly because she realized there was a blessing. She contorted her body so that she ended up on top of him on the floor, pinning him.
Strength: 24
He was a snarling angry mess, he thrashed violently. The rat skittered over and watched then crawled on his nose, suddenly the snarling calmed down. He stopped completely and picked up the rat and looked at, his eyes became softer.
She got up, frowning. "Was that it?"
He petted the rat and stood up "I get angry and then people die, I don't like that" he said and looked at the Rat "ill name you Buddi"
"Well, nobody died this time." She got a drink for herself.
"you wanna pet buddi?" He asked and smiles
"No." She started chugging her drink. *Yay! Post 4800!*
he tilts his head, confused on why no one would want to pet a rat
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The leonin sits at the bar, getting a very strong drink
The woman looked over and smiled. "I approve."
"And... Who exactly are you?"
"Sharlene Fireborn. Finally, I meet someone with a bit of fire in them."
"You can call me Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Well, Zetan, I have a feeling we're gonna get along famously!"
"... And why exactly is that?" He takes a long drink
"FIRE! I can tell just by looking at you that you at least have some fight in you! That is what I look for in people." She dryly chuckles, looking around. "And I haven't seen that much here, yet."
"Hm.... Thats an interesting way of putting it" He smiles, showing his fangs. Theyre much more canine than leonins are....
"It is the best way of putting it. Those with a strong spirit are those who are most worth something." She got herself a strong drink as well.
"Many have it. Hidden, however."
"Why hide your spirit? That makes no sense." She took a few big gulps. "Ugh, that's better."
"Because many dont seek the attention. Hidden power can sometimes be more dangerous. An ace in the hand"
"Ok, you may have a bit of a point, but I still believe it shouldn't be hidden."
"I say show most, but hide a bit. Toe the line"
"How much are you hiding, then?"
"Hmmm..... Id say mine is shown, but not all realize it. Hidden in plain sight"
"Hidden in plain sight? Does it have anything to do with your teeth?"
"Perhaps" He smirks
"Well, I don't hide anything about my power, if someone misses something about it, that's their fault." She finished off her drink..
"Leaving everything out there, eh? Thats an interesting way to do things. What unique power do you have?"
"Pure will and strength is all I need to conquer my obstacles. Something I always say: You can only exceed your limits if you've discovered them."
"Thats a good phrase to have. Though.... I doubt your raw strength can exceed certain bounds. Unless you receive magical help"
"Well, being a monk doesn't hurt."
"I suppose it would help. Though.... I could probably take you a bit further"
"... Elaborate."
"You could trade me something, and I could give you a special power..."
"So... like a warlock?"
"Not exactly. The power would be your own. I wouldnt have any form of lasting control. And it isnt through spells"
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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)
The leonin sits at the bar, getting a very strong drink
The woman looked over and smiled. "I approve."
"And... Who exactly are you?"
"Sharlene Fireborn. Finally, I meet someone with a bit of fire in them."
"You can call me Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Well, Zetan, I have a feeling we're gonna get along famously!"
"... And why exactly is that?" He takes a long drink
"FIRE! I can tell just by looking at you that you at least have some fight in you! That is what I look for in people." She dryly chuckles, looking around. "And I haven't seen that much here, yet."
"Hm.... Thats an interesting way of putting it" He smiles, showing his fangs. Theyre much more canine than leonins are....
"It is the best way of putting it. Those with a strong spirit are those who are most worth something." She got herself a strong drink as well.
"Many have it. Hidden, however."
"Why hide your spirit? That makes no sense." She took a few big gulps. "Ugh, that's better."
"Because many dont seek the attention. Hidden power can sometimes be more dangerous. An ace in the hand"
"Ok, you may have a bit of a point, but I still believe it shouldn't be hidden."
"I say show most, but hide a bit. Toe the line"
"How much are you hiding, then?"
"Hmmm..... Id say mine is shown, but not all realize it. Hidden in plain sight"
"Hidden in plain sight? Does it have anything to do with your teeth?"
"Perhaps" He smirks
"Well, I don't hide anything about my power, if someone misses something about it, that's their fault." She finished off her drink..
"Leaving everything out there, eh? Thats an interesting way to do things. What unique power do you have?"
"Pure will and strength is all I need to conquer my obstacles. Something I always say: You can only exceed your limits if you've discovered them."
"Thats a good phrase to have. Though.... I doubt your raw strength can exceed certain bounds. Unless you receive magical help"
"Well, being a monk doesn't hurt."
"I suppose it would help. Though.... I could probably take you a bit further"
"... Elaborate."
"You could trade me something, and I could give you a special power..."
"So... like a warlock?"
"Not exactly. The power would be your own. I wouldnt have any form of lasting control. And it isnt through spells"
"Then could you be a bit more descriptive?"
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A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
*Good morning! This is the character I introduced yesterday, but never got to do much with her.*
She wakes up in her room with a huge hangover, where she sits for a while to let it subside. She walks downstairs to the bar, where she gets a coffee.
Frindrot is sitting at a table, drinking some tea.
Zehir looks up, he folds his wings slightly and waves.
*to which one?*
-woman-
She nods her head in acknowledgement before going back to her coffee.
He walks over and smiles. His horns touching the ceiling. He was a t a l l draconic mix of red and black.
She looks up at him, not the least bit intimidated. "What do you want? I'm nursing a hangover right now."
"quite sorry" he said and messed with his glove ends "just wanting to say good morning"
She huffs, and drinks the rest of her coffee. "Well, you've said it."
"sorry" he said and backed up a bit "I didn't mean to be rude"
"You just gonna back off like that? Why's this place full of wimps?" She got off her chair and walked over to him, standing in all of her 5'10 glory. "You got fire? Or are you just some cold ashes?"
He opens his mouth, it has three rows of sharp teeth. He coughs suddenly, small sparks of fire come out as he covers his mouth and sneezing like a kitten.
She busted out laughing. "Gods, that was hilarious!"
"sorry.." He said and coughed again then smiled "fire!"
"More like weak sparks!" She hopped on the bar and stood up to eye-level with him. "The only thing in this world that I hate more than weaklings are weaklings who pretend to be strong."
He tilts his head "I don't consider myself a weakling. I'm strong when I want to be." He said
"And it's that mindset that makes you weak! Sure, you might have physical strength, but where's your spirit?!" She crossed her arms. "If you don't have spirit, you might as well be fed to the wolves."
"what if I don't want to be, what if I like being this type of strong compared to completely strong. I'm fine like this." He says and chuckles "plus wolves are nice. Their fluffy"
She frowns. "Don't you want to be powerful? To go beyond what others consider limits and easily do the 'impossible'?"
"no" he said bluntly and picked up a small rat that was skittering across the floor and gently petted it on the head. "I prefer not to be like my heritage"
She shook her head. "Your heritage is a part of you, whether you like it or not, no matter how heroic or evil. To accept that and move past it is a sign of strong spirit. To deny it and avoid it is a sign of weak spirit." She looked at the rat. "If you try to be gentle, you'll only end up dead in a ditch."
"I just don't want to Hurt people like my heritage did. Chromatic dragons are quite....urgh." He said and set the rat on the counter and fed it a peice of cracker. "I am who I am however"
"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" She kicked the rat off the counter. "If you're afraid to hurt something, then tough [1gp]! It's gonna happen! That's life, dumb[1gp]!" The rat was fine, since blessing.
Zehir watched the rat fall off and in a two second split, he had wrapped his huge claws around her neck. Considering the blessing she would be fine but he was p i s s e d.
She smiled cockily. "There we go, now we're getting somewhere!" She scrunched up her body and kicked him in the chin, while pulling his fingers apart from her neck.
He snarled and tackled her to the floor in pure rage. His eyes seemed to not even realize he was a different person.
"There's your fire! All you needed was a spark!" She seemed unworried, mostly because she was confident in herself, but slightly because she realized there was a blessing. She contorted her body so that she ended up on top of him on the floor, pinning him.
Strength: 24
He was a snarling angry mess, he thrashed violently. The rat skittered over and watched then crawled on his nose, suddenly the snarling calmed down. He stopped completely and picked up the rat and looked at, his eyes became softer.
She got up, frowning. "Was that it?"
He petted the rat and stood up "I get angry and then people die, I don't like that" he said and looked at the Rat "ill name you Buddi"
"Well, nobody died this time." She got a drink for herself.
"you wanna pet buddi?" He asked and smiles
"No." She started chugging her drink. *Yay! Post 4800!*
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The leonin sits at the bar, getting a very strong drink
The woman looked over and smiled. "I approve."
"And... Who exactly are you?"
"Sharlene Fireborn. Finally, I meet someone with a bit of fire in them."
"You can call me Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Well, Zetan, I have a feeling we're gonna get along famously!"
"... And why exactly is that?" He takes a long drink
"FIRE! I can tell just by looking at you that you at least have some fight in you! That is what I look for in people." She dryly chuckles, looking around. "And I haven't seen that much here, yet."
"Hm.... Thats an interesting way of putting it" He smiles, showing his fangs. Theyre much more canine than leonins are....
"It is the best way of putting it. Those with a strong spirit are those who are most worth something." She got herself a strong drink as well.
"Many have it. Hidden, however."
"Why hide your spirit? That makes no sense." She took a few big gulps. "Ugh, that's better."
"Because many dont seek the attention. Hidden power can sometimes be more dangerous. An ace in the hand"
"Ok, you may have a bit of a point, but I still believe it shouldn't be hidden."
"I say show most, but hide a bit. Toe the line"
"How much are you hiding, then?"
"Hmmm..... Id say mine is shown, but not all realize it. Hidden in plain sight"
"Hidden in plain sight? Does it have anything to do with your teeth?"
"Perhaps" He smirks
"Well, I don't hide anything about my power, if someone misses something about it, that's their fault." She finished off her drink..
"Leaving everything out there, eh? Thats an interesting way to do things. What unique power do you have?"
"Pure will and strength is all I need to conquer my obstacles. Something I always say: You can only exceed your limits if you've discovered them."
"Thats a good phrase to have. Though.... I doubt your raw strength can exceed certain bounds. Unless you receive magical help"
"Well, being a monk doesn't hurt."
"I suppose it would help. Though.... I could probably take you a bit further"
"... Elaborate."
"You could trade me something, and I could give you a special power..."
"So... like a warlock?"
"Not exactly. The power would be your own. I wouldnt have any form of lasting control. And it isnt through spells"
"Then could you be a bit more descriptive?"
"I may elaborate depending on what youd offer me in return"
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A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
*Good morning! This is the character I introduced yesterday, but never got to do much with her.*
She wakes up in her room with a huge hangover, where she sits for a while to let it subside. She walks downstairs to the bar, where she gets a coffee.
Frindrot is sitting at a table, drinking some tea.
Zehir looks up, he folds his wings slightly and waves.
*to which one?*
-woman-
She nods her head in acknowledgement before going back to her coffee.
He walks over and smiles. His horns touching the ceiling. He was a t a l l draconic mix of red and black.
She looks up at him, not the least bit intimidated. "What do you want? I'm nursing a hangover right now."
"quite sorry" he said and messed with his glove ends "just wanting to say good morning"
She huffs, and drinks the rest of her coffee. "Well, you've said it."
"sorry" he said and backed up a bit "I didn't mean to be rude"
"You just gonna back off like that? Why's this place full of wimps?" She got off her chair and walked over to him, standing in all of her 5'10 glory. "You got fire? Or are you just some cold ashes?"
He opens his mouth, it has three rows of sharp teeth. He coughs suddenly, small sparks of fire come out as he covers his mouth and sneezing like a kitten.
She busted out laughing. "Gods, that was hilarious!"
"sorry.." He said and coughed again then smiled "fire!"
"More like weak sparks!" She hopped on the bar and stood up to eye-level with him. "The only thing in this world that I hate more than weaklings are weaklings who pretend to be strong."
He tilts his head "I don't consider myself a weakling. I'm strong when I want to be." He said
"And it's that mindset that makes you weak! Sure, you might have physical strength, but where's your spirit?!" She crossed her arms. "If you don't have spirit, you might as well be fed to the wolves."
"what if I don't want to be, what if I like being this type of strong compared to completely strong. I'm fine like this." He says and chuckles "plus wolves are nice. Their fluffy"
She frowns. "Don't you want to be powerful? To go beyond what others consider limits and easily do the 'impossible'?"
"no" he said bluntly and picked up a small rat that was skittering across the floor and gently petted it on the head. "I prefer not to be like my heritage"
She shook her head. "Your heritage is a part of you, whether you like it or not, no matter how heroic or evil. To accept that and move past it is a sign of strong spirit. To deny it and avoid it is a sign of weak spirit." She looked at the rat. "If you try to be gentle, you'll only end up dead in a ditch."
"I just don't want to Hurt people like my heritage did. Chromatic dragons are quite....urgh." He said and set the rat on the counter and fed it a peice of cracker. "I am who I am however"
"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" She kicked the rat off the counter. "If you're afraid to hurt something, then tough [1gp]! It's gonna happen! That's life, dumb[1gp]!" The rat was fine, since blessing.
Zehir watched the rat fall off and in a two second split, he had wrapped his huge claws around her neck. Considering the blessing she would be fine but he was p i s s e d.
She smiled cockily. "There we go, now we're getting somewhere!" She scrunched up her body and kicked him in the chin, while pulling his fingers apart from her neck.
He snarled and tackled her to the floor in pure rage. His eyes seemed to not even realize he was a different person.
"There's your fire! All you needed was a spark!" She seemed unworried, mostly because she was confident in herself, but slightly because she realized there was a blessing. She contorted her body so that she ended up on top of him on the floor, pinning him.
Strength: 24
He was a snarling angry mess, he thrashed violently. The rat skittered over and watched then crawled on his nose, suddenly the snarling calmed down. He stopped completely and picked up the rat and looked at, his eyes became softer.
She got up, frowning. "Was that it?"
He petted the rat and stood up "I get angry and then people die, I don't like that" he said and looked at the Rat "ill name you Buddi"
"Well, nobody died this time." She got a drink for herself.
"you wanna pet buddi?" He asked and smiles
"No." She started chugging her drink. *Yay! Post 4800!*
he tilts his head, confused on why no one would want to pet a rat
She put the empty mug down. "I don't like rats very much."
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"good." He said and sat down. He passed a drink to Aedwolf and smiled.
He catches the drink and takes a swig, putting his book in his robes.
Blaine chuckles and drinks his own, thorn comes over and tilts his head "the awe that you can drink and not get alcohol poisoning"
"I though you could only get alcohol poisoning if you drank an incredible amount of alcohol over a long period of time."
"he's already been drinking this morning" thorn said and sat in another chair next to them
"I'm talking years, not hours."
"been drinking for years, before and after death" he said and chuckled
"Then who knows, maybe it has something to do with being a golem."
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The leonin sits at the bar, getting a very strong drink
The woman looked over and smiled. "I approve."
"And... Who exactly are you?"
"Sharlene Fireborn. Finally, I meet someone with a bit of fire in them."
"You can call me Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Well, Zetan, I have a feeling we're gonna get along famously!"
"... And why exactly is that?" He takes a long drink
"FIRE! I can tell just by looking at you that you at least have some fight in you! That is what I look for in people." She dryly chuckles, looking around. "And I haven't seen that much here, yet."
"Hm.... Thats an interesting way of putting it" He smiles, showing his fangs. Theyre much more canine than leonins are....
"It is the best way of putting it. Those with a strong spirit are those who are most worth something." She got herself a strong drink as well.
"Many have it. Hidden, however."
"Why hide your spirit? That makes no sense." She took a few big gulps. "Ugh, that's better."
"Because many dont seek the attention. Hidden power can sometimes be more dangerous. An ace in the hand"
"Ok, you may have a bit of a point, but I still believe it shouldn't be hidden."
"I say show most, but hide a bit. Toe the line"
"How much are you hiding, then?"
"Hmmm..... Id say mine is shown, but not all realize it. Hidden in plain sight"
"Hidden in plain sight? Does it have anything to do with your teeth?"
"Perhaps" He smirks
"Well, I don't hide anything about my power, if someone misses something about it, that's their fault." She finished off her drink..
"Leaving everything out there, eh? Thats an interesting way to do things. What unique power do you have?"
"Pure will and strength is all I need to conquer my obstacles. Something I always say: You can only exceed your limits if you've discovered them."
"Thats a good phrase to have. Though.... I doubt your raw strength can exceed certain bounds. Unless you receive magical help"
"Well, being a monk doesn't hurt."
"I suppose it would help. Though.... I could probably take you a bit further"
"... Elaborate."
"You could trade me something, and I could give you a special power..."
"So... like a warlock?"
"Not exactly. The power would be your own. I wouldnt have any form of lasting control. And it isnt through spells"
"Then could you be a bit more descriptive?"
"I may elaborate depending on what youd offer me in return"
She laughed. "What do you want, my soul or something? Look at me, do I look like I carry anything of value? My gold is running low after buying everyone a round yesterday, so I have close to nada."
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The leonin sits at the bar, getting a very strong drink
The woman looked over and smiled. "I approve."
"And... Who exactly are you?"
"Sharlene Fireborn. Finally, I meet someone with a bit of fire in them."
"You can call me Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Well, Zetan, I have a feeling we're gonna get along famously!"
"... And why exactly is that?" He takes a long drink
"FIRE! I can tell just by looking at you that you at least have some fight in you! That is what I look for in people." She dryly chuckles, looking around. "And I haven't seen that much here, yet."
"Hm.... Thats an interesting way of putting it" He smiles, showing his fangs. Theyre much more canine than leonins are....
"It is the best way of putting it. Those with a strong spirit are those who are most worth something." She got herself a strong drink as well.
"Many have it. Hidden, however."
"Why hide your spirit? That makes no sense." She took a few big gulps. "Ugh, that's better."
"Because many dont seek the attention. Hidden power can sometimes be more dangerous. An ace in the hand"
"Ok, you may have a bit of a point, but I still believe it shouldn't be hidden."
"I say show most, but hide a bit. Toe the line"
"How much are you hiding, then?"
"Hmmm..... Id say mine is shown, but not all realize it. Hidden in plain sight"
"Hidden in plain sight? Does it have anything to do with your teeth?"
"Perhaps" He smirks
"Well, I don't hide anything about my power, if someone misses something about it, that's their fault." She finished off her drink..
"Leaving everything out there, eh? Thats an interesting way to do things. What unique power do you have?"
"Pure will and strength is all I need to conquer my obstacles. Something I always say: You can only exceed your limits if you've discovered them."
"Thats a good phrase to have. Though.... I doubt your raw strength can exceed certain bounds. Unless you receive magical help"
"Well, being a monk doesn't hurt."
"I suppose it would help. Though.... I could probably take you a bit further"
"... Elaborate."
"You could trade me something, and I could give you a special power..."
"So... like a warlock?"
"Not exactly. The power would be your own. I wouldnt have any form of lasting control. And it isnt through spells"
"Then could you be a bit more descriptive?"
"I may elaborate depending on what youd offer me in return"
She laughed. "What do you want, my soul or something? Look at me, do I look like I carry anything of value? My gold is running low after buying everyone a round yesterday, so I have close to nada."
"Perhaps an alliance, then? If I need assistance, I could call upon you. Join a... Pack, per se"
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She laughed. "What do you want, my soul or something? Look at me, do I look like I carry anything of value? My gold is running low after buying everyone a round yesterday, so I have close to nada."
"Perhaps an alliance, then? If I need assistance, I could call upon you. Join a... Pack, per se"
She shrugged. "Eh, why not?"
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"you wanna pet buddi?" He asked and smiles
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"Well, being a monk doesn't hurt."
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"I suppose it would help. Though.... I could probably take you a bit further"
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"... Elaborate."
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"You could trade me something, and I could give you a special power..."
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"No." She started chugging her drink. *Yay! Post 4800!*
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he tilts his head, confused on why no one would want to pet a rat
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"Not exactly. The power would be your own. I wouldnt have any form of lasting control. And it isnt through spells"
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"Then could you be a bit more descriptive?"
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"I may elaborate depending on what youd offer me in return"
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She put the empty mug down. "I don't like rats very much."
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"Then who knows, maybe it has something to do with being a golem."
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She laughed. "What do you want, my soul or something? Look at me, do I look like I carry anything of value? My gold is running low after buying everyone a round yesterday, so I have close to nada."
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"cats? dogs? foxes? bears? deer? elk?" he asked
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"Perhaps an alliance, then? If I need assistance, I could call upon you. Join a... Pack, per se"
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"What?"
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"maybe" Blaine said and watched as Thorn walked back over to the fire
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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She shrugged. "Eh, why not?"
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