“Cool, I’m an accountant. What kinda work do you do?”
"A little something called Nunya."
“Well, I should probably tell you about the guardians then”
"I doubt people called The Guardians would waste time on little old me."
“Probably not but keep stealing from everyone and they may get interesting, also murder tends to attract them in a good amount of force. Point is you should hide your crimes more”
She feigned offense, "Oh my! Are you accusing me of Murder? I would never do such a thing! Besides..." She got up and walked around him, picking one of his pockets to take something. *SOH roll:37* "...I am a professional."
“You walked around the room before placing a lot of gold and assorted items on a table, you look as rouge as you can, I’m pretty sure that’s my watch over there and now you just picked my pockets to prove a point”
*How would he know she picked his pockets? Not only was that a crit, but it was 37, he should be oblivious to that.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
Damien looks over at him, "Hello"
The man looks up from his sword sharpening. the corner of his mouth slightly rise. "Hey there. what can i help you with" he asked. his voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced out.
"Hm, nothing currently. Perhaps later, but not now"
"Then what do you want?"
"Nothing, mearly introducing myself. I am Damien"
"Hm." he said. he gestures to the open chair "Do you want to sit down?" he asked
Damien nods, sitting
Thomas's eyes narrow as he looks forward. "so what are you? why have you come to me?"
"I am a...... scientist of sorts," He seems to smile, though the mask makes it hard to tell
Thomas leans on one of his cloth gloved hands and raises an eyebrow
"I experiment, its simple"
*can we cast spells such as Zone of truth or detect good and evil?*
"Hm.. sounds interesting" he said, not seeming to care in his mind. he runs a gloved hand through his black hair as he sighs
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Well, I should probably tell you about the guardians then”
"I doubt people called The Guardians would waste time on little old me."
“Probably not but keep stealing from everyone and they may get interesting, also murder tends to attract them in a good amount of force. Point is you should hide your crimes more”
She feigned offense, "Oh my! Are you accusing me of Murder? I would never do such a thing! Besides..." She got up and walked around him, picking one of his pockets to take something. *SOH roll:37* "...I am a professional."
“You walked around everyone in the room before placing a lot of gold and assorted items on a table, you look as rouge as you can, I’m pretty sure that’s my watch over there and now you just picked my pockets to prove a point”
*How would he know she picked his pockets? Not only was that a crit, but it was 37, he should be oblivious to that.*
(He doesn’t know she picked his pocked he guessed that the only reason she would come over there was to pick his pocket to prove she can’t be caught and he’s used to working with the usual overpowered people of the tavern)
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
"I felt death."
"ah yes.. that was cryptic as (gp)" he said and chuckled
She points at Damien. "He... is either the source, cause, or deeply entangled with it."
"Probably entangled" He said and chuckled to himself "Then again, everyone is entangled in death somehow"
"No, he is... he reeks of it. It is such a pleasant scent."
"well then good for you" Thomas mutters and goes back to sharpening his sword, not knowing what to talk about
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Cool, I’m an accountant. What kinda work do you do?”
"A little something called Nunya."
“Well, I should probably tell you about the guardians then”
"I doubt people called The Guardians would waste time on little old me."
“Probably not but keep stealing from everyone and they may get interesting, also murder tends to attract them in a good amount of force. Point is you should hide your crimes more”
She feigned offense, "Oh my! Are you accusing me of Murder? I would never do such a thing! Besides..." She got up and walked around him, picking one of his pockets to take something. *SOH roll:37* "...I am a professional."
“You walked around the room before placing a lot of gold and assorted items on a table, you look as rouge as you can, I’m pretty sure that’s my watch over there and now you just picked my pockets to prove a point”
*How would he know she picked his pockets? Not only was that a crit, but it was 37, he should be oblivious to that.*
(He doesn’t know she picked his pocked he guessed that the only reason she would come over there was to pick his pocket to prove she can’t be caught and he’s used to working with the usual overpowered people of the tavern)
*Oh, I'm sorry. Can you please be a bit clearer on how a character would know or guess something by mentioning it OOC or after the character does said guess, so it doesn't sound metagamey?*
She coyly held up the object she stole. "You're a stick-in-the-mud, aren't you sweetie?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
Solanar looks intrigued *He’s still in devil mode btw, has black wings and eyes, halo of hellfire, generally terrifying* “Hello. Who are you?”
The man looks up "Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" he replied
“Greetings. I’m Solanar Thelandriss.” *If Thomas knows much about fiends he’ll know who Solanar is* “You’re a paladin right? What god do you serve?”
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
"I felt death."
"ah yes.. that was cryptic as (gp)" he said and chuckled
She points at Damien. "He... is either the source, cause, or deeply entangled with it."
"Probably entangled" He said and chuckled to himself "Then again, everyone is entangled in death somehow"
"No, he is... he reeks of it. It is such a pleasant scent."
"well then good for you" Thomas mutters and goes back to sharpening his sword, not knowing what to talk about
The red glow appeared and disappeared again. "How did you acquire such darkness in you?"
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“Probably not but keep stealing from everyone and they may get interesting, also murder tends to attract them in a good amount of force. Point is you should hide your crimes more”
She feigned offense, "Oh my! Are you accusing me of Murder? I would never do such a thing! Besides..." She got up and walked around him, picking one of his pockets to take something. *SOH roll:37* "...I am a professional."
“You walked around the room before placing a lot of gold and assorted items on a table, you look as rouge as you can, I’m pretty sure that’s my watch over there and now you just picked my pockets to prove a point”
*How would he know she picked his pockets? Not only was that a crit, but it was 37, he should be oblivious to that.*
(He doesn’t know she picked his pocked he guessed that the only reason she would come over there was to pick his pocket to prove she can’t be caught and he’s used to working with the usual overpowered people of the tavern)
*Oh, I'm sorry. Can you please be a bit clearer on how a character would know or guess something by mentioning it OOC or after the character does said guess, so it doesn't sound metagamey?*
She coyly held up the object she stole. "You're a stick-in-the-mud, aren't you sweetie?"
(will do, sorry for the confusion)
”I was a cop, anyways I’m just saying you should be more subtle about this stuff. You know wait until your out of vision to look through your loot”
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
Damien looks over at him, "Hello"
The man looks up from his sword sharpening. the corner of his mouth slightly rise. "Hey there. what can i help you with" he asked. his voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced out.
"Hm, nothing currently. Perhaps later, but not now"
"Then what do you want?"
"Nothing, mearly introducing myself. I am Damien"
"Hm." he said. he gestures to the open chair "Do you want to sit down?" he asked
Damien nods, sitting
Thomas's eyes narrow as he looks forward. "so what are you? why have you come to me?"
"I am a...... scientist of sorts," He seems to smile, though the mask makes it hard to tell
Thomas leans on one of his cloth gloved hands and raises an eyebrow
"I experiment, its simple"
*can we cast spells such as Zone of truth or detect good and evil?*
"Hm.. sounds interesting" he said, not seeming to care in his mind. he runs a gloved hand through his black hair as he sighs
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
Solanar looks intrigued *He’s still in devil mode btw, has black wings and eyes, halo of hellfire, generally terrifying* “Hello. Who are you?”
The man looks up "Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" he replied
“Greetings. I’m Solanar Thelandriss.” *If Thomas knows much about fiends he’ll know who Solanar is* “You’re a paladin right? What god do you serve?”
Thomas forces a smile "Yes i am. I don't have a god but i promised to keep an oath." He said.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Probably not but keep stealing from everyone and they may get interesting, also murder tends to attract them in a good amount of force. Point is you should hide your crimes more”
She feigned offense, "Oh my! Are you accusing me of Murder? I would never do such a thing! Besides..." She got up and walked around him, picking one of his pockets to take something. *SOH roll:37* "...I am a professional."
“You walked around the room before placing a lot of gold and assorted items on a table, you look as rouge as you can, I’m pretty sure that’s my watch over there and now you just picked my pockets to prove a point”
*How would he know she picked his pockets? Not only was that a crit, but it was 37, he should be oblivious to that.*
(He doesn’t know she picked his pocked he guessed that the only reason she would come over there was to pick his pocket to prove she can’t be caught and he’s used to working with the usual overpowered people of the tavern)
*Oh, I'm sorry. Can you please be a bit clearer on how a character would know or guess something by mentioning it OOC or after the character does said guess, so it doesn't sound metagamey?*
She coyly held up the object she stole. "You're a stick-in-the-mud, aren't you sweetie?"
(will do, sorry for the confusion)
”I was a cop, anyways I’m just saying you should be more subtle about this stuff. You know wait until your out of vision to look through your loot”
She chuckled. "I wasn't even going to keep anything. I probably would have dropped it somewhere or threw it away. You can have it if you want." She tossed his thing back to him.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
Solanar looks intrigued *He’s still in devil mode btw, has black wings and eyes, halo of hellfire, generally terrifying* “Hello. Who are you?”
The man looks up "Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" he replied
“Greetings. I’m Solanar Thelandriss.” *If Thomas knows much about fiends he’ll know who Solanar is* “You’re a paladin right? What god do you serve?”
Thomas forces a smile "Yes i am. I don't have a god but i promised to keep an oath." He said.
“Right.” *Solanar can sense peoples alignment. What’s his?*
(He doesn’t know she picked his pocked he guessed that the only reason she would come over there was to pick his pocket to prove she can’t be caught and he’s used to working with the usual overpowered people of the tavern)
*Oh, I'm sorry. Can you please be a bit clearer on how a character would know or guess something by mentioning it OOC or after the character does said guess, so it doesn't sound metagamey?*
She coyly held up the object she stole. "You're a stick-in-the-mud, aren't you sweetie?"
(will do, sorry for the confusion)
”I was a cop, anyways I’m just saying you should be more subtle about this stuff. You know wait until your out of vision to look through your loot”
She chuckled. "I wasn't even going to keep anything. I probably would have dropped it somewhere or threw it away. You can have it if you want." She tossed his thing back to him.
He picks it up. “Alright, still if people find you looking through their stuff that’s an easy way to make enemies, and there is a few people here that I would Highly recommend not having as an enemy”
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
Damien looks over at him, "Hello"
The man looks up from his sword sharpening. the corner of his mouth slightly rise. "Hey there. what can i help you with" he asked. his voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced out.
"Hm, nothing currently. Perhaps later, but not now"
"Then what do you want?"
"Nothing, mearly introducing myself. I am Damien"
"Hm." he said. he gestures to the open chair "Do you want to sit down?" he asked
Damien nods, sitting
Thomas's eyes narrow as he looks forward. "so what are you? why have you come to me?"
"I am a...... scientist of sorts," He seems to smile, though the mask makes it hard to tell
Thomas leans on one of his cloth gloved hands and raises an eyebrow
"I experiment, its simple"
*can we cast spells such as Zone of truth or detect good and evil?*
"Hm.. sounds interesting" he said, not seeming to care in his mind. he runs a gloved hand through his black hair as he sighs
*Yeah, you can*
" It is sometimes. What do you do?"
"Haha oh me? i just destroy people who i find annoying in a desperate failing attempt to save my sister who has been taken by a God who enjoys watching me suffer... what experiments do you do?"
"I'm a executioner" he said and smiled slightly. Little to Damien's knowing, a Zone of truth had been cast around them in a 60 ft radius.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
"I felt death."
"ah yes.. that was cryptic as (gp)" he said and chuckled
She points at Damien. "He... is either the source, cause, or deeply entangled with it."
"Probably entangled" He said and chuckled to himself "Then again, everyone is entangled in death somehow"
"No, he is... he reeks of it. It is such a pleasant scent."
"well then good for you" Thomas mutters and goes back to sharpening his sword, not knowing what to talk about
The red glow appeared and disappeared again. "How did you acquire such darkness in you?"
"From an anger that won't be silenced"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
(He doesn’t know she picked his pocked he guessed that the only reason she would come over there was to pick his pocket to prove she can’t be caught and he’s used to working with the usual overpowered people of the tavern)
*Oh, I'm sorry. Can you please be a bit clearer on how a character would know or guess something by mentioning it OOC or after the character does said guess, so it doesn't sound metagamey?*
She coyly held up the object she stole. "You're a stick-in-the-mud, aren't you sweetie?"
(will do, sorry for the confusion)
”I was a cop, anyways I’m just saying you should be more subtle about this stuff. You know wait until your out of vision to look through your loot”
She chuckled. "I wasn't even going to keep anything. I probably would have dropped it somewhere or threw it away. You can have it if you want." She tossed his thing back to him.
He picks it up. “Alright, still if people find you looking through their stuff that’s an easy way to make enemies, and there is a few people here that I would Highly recommend not having as an enemy”
"Is that a tone of worry I hear?" She grabbed his chin softly, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Don't worry, I'm excellent at making a clean getaway."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
Solanar looks intrigued *He’s still in devil mode btw, has black wings and eyes, halo of hellfire, generally terrifying* “Hello. Who are you?”
The man looks up "Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" he replied
“Greetings. I’m Solanar Thelandriss.” *If Thomas knows much about fiends he’ll know who Solanar is* “You’re a paladin right? What god do you serve?”
Thomas forces a smile "Yes i am. I don't have a god but i promised to keep an oath." He said.
“Right.” *Solanar can sense peoples alignment. What’s his?*
*if you have it, may i see Solanar sheet?. and he is neutral evil.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
"I felt death."
"ah yes.. that was cryptic as (gp)" he said and chuckled
She points at Damien. "He... is either the source, cause, or deeply entangled with it."
"Probably entangled" He said and chuckled to himself "Then again, everyone is entangled in death somehow"
"No, he is... he reeks of it. It is such a pleasant scent."
"well then good for you" Thomas mutters and goes back to sharpening his sword, not knowing what to talk about
The red glow appeared and disappeared again. "How did you acquire such darkness in you?"
"From an anger that won't be silenced"
*Yes, let the hate flow through you...*
"Yes, such a wonderful source."
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(He doesn’t know she picked his pocked he guessed that the only reason she would come over there was to pick his pocket to prove she can’t be caught and he’s used to working with the usual overpowered people of the tavern)
*Oh, I'm sorry. Can you please be a bit clearer on how a character would know or guess something by mentioning it OOC or after the character does said guess, so it doesn't sound metagamey?*
She coyly held up the object she stole. "You're a stick-in-the-mud, aren't you sweetie?"
(will do, sorry for the confusion)
”I was a cop, anyways I’m just saying you should be more subtle about this stuff. You know wait until your out of vision to look through your loot”
She chuckled. "I wasn't even going to keep anything. I probably would have dropped it somewhere or threw it away. You can have it if you want." She tossed his thing back to him.
He picks it up. “Alright, still if people find you looking through their stuff that’s an easy way to make enemies, and there is a few people here that I would Highly recommend not having as an enemy”
"Is that a tone of worry I hear?" She grabbed his chin softly, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Don't worry, I'm excellent at making a clean getaway."
“Last person who annoyed Eris got shoved into a Demi plane turned into a gibbling mouther and left there to rot. This isn’t a normal place”
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
"I felt death."
"ah yes.. that was cryptic as (gp)" he said and chuckled
She points at Damien. "He... is either the source, cause, or deeply entangled with it."
"Probably entangled" He said and chuckled to himself "Then again, everyone is entangled in death somehow"
"No, he is... he reeks of it. It is such a pleasant scent."
"well then good for you" Thomas mutters and goes back to sharpening his sword, not knowing what to talk about
The red glow appeared and disappeared again. "How did you acquire such darkness in you?"
"From an anger that won't be silenced"
*Yes, let the hate flow through you...*
"Yes, such a wonderful source."
"its fun when a god takes your sister hostage and forces you to kill others to regain her soul" he said with a slight laugh at the end
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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*How would he know she picked his pockets? Not only was that a crit, but it was 37, he should be oblivious to that.*
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*can we cast spells such as Zone of truth or detect good and evil?*
"Hm.. sounds interesting" he said, not seeming to care in his mind. he runs a gloved hand through his black hair as he sighs
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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(He doesn’t know she picked his pocked he guessed that the only reason she would come over there was to pick his pocket to prove she can’t be caught and he’s used to working with the usual overpowered people of the tavern)
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"well then good for you" Thomas mutters and goes back to sharpening his sword, not knowing what to talk about
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Oh, I'm sorry. Can you please be a bit clearer on how a character would know or guess something by mentioning it OOC or after the character does said guess, so it doesn't sound metagamey?*
She coyly held up the object she stole. "You're a stick-in-the-mud, aren't you sweetie?"
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“Greetings. I’m Solanar Thelandriss.” *If Thomas knows much about fiends he’ll know who Solanar is* “You’re a paladin right? What god do you serve?”
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The red glow appeared and disappeared again. "How did you acquire such darkness in you?"
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(will do, sorry for the confusion)
”I was a cop, anyways I’m just saying you should be more subtle about this stuff. You know wait until your out of vision to look through your loot”
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" It is sometimes. What do you do?"
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Thomas forces a smile "Yes i am. I don't have a god but i promised to keep an oath." He said.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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She chuckled. "I wasn't even going to keep anything. I probably would have dropped it somewhere or threw it away. You can have it if you want." She tossed his thing back to him.
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“Right.” *Solanar can sense peoples alignment. What’s his?*
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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He picks it up. “Alright, still if people find you looking through their stuff that’s an easy way to make enemies, and there is a few people here that I would Highly recommend not having as an enemy”
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"Haha oh me? i just destroy people who i find annoying in a desperate failing attempt to save my sister who has been taken by a God who enjoys watching me suffer... what experiments do you do?""I'm a executioner" he said and smiled slightly. Little to Damien's knowing, a Zone of truth had been cast around them in a 60 ft radius.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"From an anger that won't be silenced"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Is that a tone of worry I hear?" She grabbed his chin softly, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Don't worry, I'm excellent at making a clean getaway."
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*if you have it, may i see Solanar sheet?. and he is neutral evil.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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*Yes, let the hate flow through you...*
"Yes, such a wonderful source."
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“Last person who annoyed Eris got shoved into a Demi plane turned into a gibbling mouther and left there to rot. This isn’t a normal place”
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"its fun when a god takes your sister hostage and forces you to kill others to regain her soul" he said with a slight laugh at the end
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]