Breezing into the room like a chill wind, the figure of a woman brushes her way through the tables. Long frost-blonde hair hand down to her hips where it lies against a cleverly draped chiton in palest blue: the quality of the fabric is exceedingly high. Her features seem as if they were chiselled from a block of ice and are expressive and lively as a flurry of snow. A slight smile plays upon her lips as she nods to a few of the patrons and her eyes, a perfect match to her winter blue chiton, alight on the bar. Coiling a hand around the back of a chair she glides through the room to the bar, ordering a goblet of spiced wine.
Angel of Death looks up at her, staff pulsing.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Breezing into the room like a chill wind, the figure of a woman brushes her way through the tables. Long frost-blonde hair hand down to her hips where it lies against a cleverly draped chiton in palest blue: the quality of the fabric is exceedingly high. Her features seem as if they were chiselled from a block of ice and are expressive and lively as a flurry of snow. A slight smile plays upon her lips as she nods to a few of the patrons and her eyes, a perfect match to her winter blue chiton, alight on the bar. Coiling a hand around the back of a chair she glides through the room to the bar, ordering a goblet of spiced wine.
Iralias (Summer Eladrin with red-gold hair and ice blue eyes, guitar slung over his shoulder) is sitting at the bar. He looks her over, obviously intrigued, and smiles. A purple faerie dragon flies down out of the rafter and lands next to him.
"Hello," she says, waiting a second before continuing, "That's a beautiful dragon."
*Thing is, she ain't even looking for that kinda thing rn*
*Why do people want to sleep with the drow? They've been here for not even 2 days*
"Thaaaanks," Hazel smiles, patting kite on the arm
*Yall, platonic relationships are just as good as romantic ones,, especially when they don't involve being a hoe fr*
Kite beamed. "No problemo! You feeling ok?"
*FRIENDSHIP FOR THE WIN*
"I'm feeling better. I need to drink less," She says, humming lightly as kite braids her hair
"Seriously, do not accept drinks from strangers! You never know what they're gonna put in it."
"Technically everything is from a stranger." She says, "But ok."
"Exactly! No drinking anything! Dehydration is so much safer!"
Hazel giggles, "Its also deadly. More deadly than drinking something from a stranger."
"Hm... then drink this.." Kite hands her a cup.
(... What are you giving? Will it... Give information? They... Something... Danger...)
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Breezing into the room like a chill wind, the figure of a woman brushes her way through the tables. Long frost-blonde hair hand down to her hips where it lies against a cleverly draped chiton in palest blue: the quality of the fabric is exceedingly high. Her features seem as if they were chiselled from a block of ice and are expressive and lively as a flurry of snow. A slight smile plays upon her lips as she nods to a few of the patrons and her eyes, a perfect match to her winter blue chiton, alight on the bar. Coiling a hand around the back of a chair she glides through the room to the bar, ordering a goblet of spiced wine.
Angel of Death looks up at her, staff pulsing.
She looks right back and smiles again, "Can I help you?"
Roran slowly eats it, making eye contact assertively.
*I've done this several times irl*
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Breezing into the room like a chill wind, the figure of a woman brushes her way through the tables. Long frost-blonde hair hand down to her hips where it lies against a cleverly draped chiton in palest blue: the quality of the fabric is exceedingly high. Her features seem as if they were chiselled from a block of ice and are expressive and lively as a flurry of snow. A slight smile plays upon her lips as she nods to a few of the patrons and her eyes, a perfect match to her winter blue chiton, alight on the bar. Coiling a hand around the back of a chair she glides through the room to the bar, ordering a goblet of spiced wine.
Angel of Death looks up at her, staff pulsing.
She looks right back and smiles again, "Can I help you?"
Angel doesn't move.
*Need a description?*
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Breezing into the room like a chill wind, the figure of a woman brushes her way through the tables. Long frost-blonde hair hand down to her hips where it lies against a cleverly draped chiton in palest blue: the quality of the fabric is exceedingly high. Her features seem as if they were chiselled from a block of ice and are expressive and lively as a flurry of snow. A slight smile plays upon her lips as she nods to a few of the patrons and her eyes, a perfect match to her winter blue chiton, alight on the bar. Coiling a hand around the back of a chair she glides through the room to the bar, ordering a goblet of spiced wine.
Iralias (Summer Eladrin with red-gold hair and ice blue eyes, guitar slung over his shoulder) is sitting at the bar. He looks her over, obviously intrigued, and smiles. A purple faerie dragon flies down out of the rafter and lands next to him.
"Hello," she says, waiting a second before continuing, "That's a beautiful dragon."
He smiles broadly. "Greetings. I'm Iralias Duskryn. Care to join me?" He asks, gesturing to an empty spot next to him.
The Faerie dragon grins. Why thank you. A calm, feminine voice says. I am called Orchid.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Breezing into the room like a chill wind, the figure of a woman brushes her way through the tables. Long frost-blonde hair hand down to her hips where it lies against a cleverly draped chiton in palest blue: the quality of the fabric is exceedingly high. Her features seem as if they were chiselled from a block of ice and are expressive and lively as a flurry of snow. A slight smile plays upon her lips as she nods to a few of the patrons and her eyes, a perfect match to her winter blue chiton, alight on the bar. Coiling a hand around the back of a chair she glides through the room to the bar, ordering a goblet of spiced wine.
Iralias (Summer Eladrin with red-gold hair and ice blue eyes, guitar slung over his shoulder) is sitting at the bar. He looks her over, obviously intrigued, and smiles. A purple faerie dragon flies down out of the rafter and lands next to him.
"Hello," she says, waiting a second before continuing, "That's a beautiful dragon."
He smiles broadly. "Greetings. I'm Iralias Duskryn. Care to join me?" He asks, gesturing to an empty spot next to him.
The Faerie dragon grins. Why thank you. A calm, feminine voice says. I am called Orchid.
*Angel of Death is an average height elf with long dark hair, dark bags under her eyes, and pale skin. She holds a black iron staff with a black steel crescent at the top. The staff pulses with necrotic energy. With truesight, Angel has two steel-feathered wings awkwardly pulled in close to her body.*
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Angel of Death is an average height elf with long dark hair, dark bags under her eyes, and pale skin. She holds a black iron staff with a black steel crescent at the top. The staff pulses with necrotic energy. With truesight, Angel has two steel-feathered wings awkwardly pulled in close to her body.*
Okay, so I think an awkward wave and then turning away is in order.
Breezing into the room like a chill wind, the figure of a woman brushes her way through the tables. Long frost-blonde hair hand down to her hips where it lies against a cleverly draped chiton in palest blue: the quality of the fabric is exceedingly high. Her features seem as if they were chiselled from a block of ice and are expressive and lively as a flurry of snow. A slight smile plays upon her lips as she nods to a few of the patrons and her eyes, a perfect match to her winter blue chiton, alight on the bar. Coiling a hand around the back of a chair she glides through the room to the bar, ordering a goblet of spiced wine.
Iralias (Summer Eladrin with red-gold hair and ice blue eyes, guitar slung over his shoulder) is sitting at the bar. He looks her over, obviously intrigued, and smiles. A purple faerie dragon flies down out of the rafter and lands next to him.
"Hello," she says, waiting a second before continuing, "That's a beautiful dragon."
He smiles broadly. "Greetings. I'm Iralias Duskryn. Care to join me?" He asks, gesturing to an empty spot next to him.
The Faerie dragon grins. Why thank you. A calm, feminine voice says. I am called Orchid.
"Thanks! I'm Chioni, by the way."
Iralias smiles. "Pleasure to meet you, Chioni." He says, sipping on a glass of spiced Feywine. "What brings you here, if I may ask?"
Kite holds up a purple ribbon like she just won the lottery. "TA DA! Can I braid this into you hair? It would look suuper pretty on you!"
"Sure," Hazel smiles
Kite forces her to sit and begins to braid her hair. "So how much did you have to train to get that buff, mate?"
"Uhhh, i think i've been working out for maaaybe 6 or so years?" She says, smiling
"Hmm... and what brought you here?"
"Well, my home was.... removed, due to some......... less than savory actions my ancestors did in the past."
"What? Like.. exploded or something?"
"Burnt. Well, i guess living next to lava was a bad idea anyways,"
"Lava?! That's.. against so many health violations! How did you even survive there? Wasnt it hot?"
"Have ya seen my ooutfit? I'm used to heat. But it is nice to be in a cooler place."
"Have you ever been to a desert?"
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*Angel of Death is an average height elf with long dark hair, dark bags under her eyes, and pale skin. She holds a black iron staff with a black steel crescent at the top. The staff pulses with necrotic energy. With truesight, Angel has two steel-feathered wings awkwardly pulled in close to her body.*
Okay, so I think an awkward wave and then turning away is in order.
Angel continues to stare at her. She slowly stands and makes her way over to the newcomer.
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Angel of Death looks up at her, staff pulsing.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Finch groans. "Don't do it."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Hello," she says, waiting a second before continuing, "That's a beautiful dragon."
Chilling kinda vibe.
(... What are you giving? Will it... Give information? They... Something... Danger...)
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)
She takes a sip of it, "What is it?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
She looks right back and smiles again, "Can I help you?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
Roran slowly eats it, making eye contact assertively.
*I've done this several times irl*
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Angel doesn't move.
*Need a description?*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
He smiles broadly. "Greetings. I'm Iralias Duskryn. Care to join me?" He asks, gesturing to an empty spot next to him.
The Faerie dragon grins. Why thank you. A calm, feminine voice says. I am called Orchid.
*Please.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
Finch dramatically slumps on the ground.
*I gotta try this.*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Thanks! I'm Chioni, by the way."
Chilling kinda vibe.
*It genuinely works wonders.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*Angel of Death is an average height elf with long dark hair, dark bags under her eyes, and pale skin. She holds a black iron staff with a black steel crescent at the top. The staff pulses with necrotic energy. With truesight, Angel has two steel-feathered wings awkwardly pulled in close to her body.*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Okay, so I think an awkward wave and then turning away is in order.
Chilling kinda vibe.
Iralias smiles. "Pleasure to meet you, Chioni." He says, sipping on a glass of spiced Feywine. "What brings you here, if I may ask?"
"Have you ever been to a desert?"
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making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Angel continues to stare at her. She slowly stands and makes her way over to the newcomer.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"I haven't a clue. One minute I'm at the court of my father, the next I'm here. Feels odd, but somehow right."
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Yep, and the robes help." She smiles
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND