"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
"Come back when you find truth."
"And which truth would that be? There are a lot to find."
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Lorzavur walks into the tavern, looking around the room as he does. *This guy*
a 6'8" Dragonborn, he is well built & really muscular. He wears worn green armour over his left shoulder & arm, & over his legs, *a Marauder from DOOM: Eternal basically wears armour is what he's wearing, little difference.* He has some sort of bombs strapped to his belts along with a hilt to a wide bladed sword, except it has no blade, & a double barreled shotgun with a meat hook on the under side of it.
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Lysander waves to the dragonborn. "Hello, are you new here?"
He walks up, "Yes." *how tall is Lysander?*
*About 6 3*
"Nice to meet you, I'm Lysander. What should I refer to you ask?" They ask, exstending a hand to shake
He grabs it, REALLY tight grip, "I am Lorzavur Kimbatuul. You need something?" He talks in a low & monotone voice.
"Yes, but that can wait for later. Want to tell me a bit about yourself?" Lysander says, unphased
"I am the Bringer Of Doom, and I'm looking for a half-elf in soldier's chain mail, he has a certain disliking to fiends and is this tall." He holds his hand at 5'7"
"Mmm... To aphrend him?"
"No, he is on my side, its just been quite the time since I've seen him."
"You like killing fiends?"
"I kill them if they cause pain, along with anything else that needs to be put into their place."
"Why not try to kill the person who started the whole thing? End it all."
"Who?"
"Asmodues and Pale Night."
He cracks his knuckles, "I'd gladly."
Lysander grins back. "Good to hear."
"Why is that?"
"Because I need the first one dead."
He nods, turning around almost as if he were to go & do so now.
"Good. I will put you down on the list."
He stops dead in his tracks, " 'the list'?"
"To help kill Asmodues."
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Sharlene is drinking on a couch, just watching things.
Wolfe has her head down on a table, holding a half-eaten bagel in her hand as she snores a bit.
-whoever for now-
Thaemrys teleports next to the couch, "Hey Sharlene."
She looked up from her drink. "Hey, whatcha doing?"
"I'm not sure right now, outside of checking on you that is."
"Why're you checking on me?"
"Did you get a concussion when you lost to that fiend?"
"Nah, concussions don't really bother me, even if I do get them."
"Well do you remember it & what shape you were in or did he beat amnesia into you?"
Sharlene glared up and her. "What's gotten into you? I'm fine, Skele-bird. Ain't the first time I took a beating, and probably won't be the last as long as I stay here."
"Yeah, 'cause eventually I'll do so." The shadow in her mask ends & she's seen smirking.
"HA! If you couldn't beat me before, chances are you won't be able to catch up enough to do it!" Sharlene laughs a bit.
"I get stronger you know. I'm not stuck at one power level."
"Neither am I, Skele-bird. If you get stronger as I get stronger, I'll always be stronger than you."
"Even if I work harder than you?"
She smirked. "Then I'll just work even harder myself."
"Hmph, can't let me have a victory huh?"
"Nah, you gotta earn it." She chuckled and drunk the rest of her drink.
"????" She looks at her confused, "How is working hard not earning it?"
"Earning it isn't how hard you work, it's whether or not you beat the obstacles in your way." Sharlene stood up and smirked. "And right now, I'm your obstacle to victory."
She puts her finger on the bridge of the mask's nose, "You do realise that's a paradox, right?"
A hooded figure walks into the tavern. They stand in the doorway for a split second before quietly walking in, trying to avoid being looked at the best they can. They wear a Black cloak that trails down to around the floor, a long-sleeved black shirt with a alien scale like design to it, a mithral breastplate with the design of dotted stars engraved on it, simple breeches, and simple shoes. They carry a glaive that is sheathed and strapped around their back, a cane with a metal orb-like ferrule, and a large black leather messenger bag that was overfilled with books, scrolls, magical items and such.
Their face is hidden underneath of the cloaks hood and shadow so none of their face can be seen except for the glint from their eyes.
Lysander waves to them. "Hello, who might you be?"
They reach out a gloved hand as if they were about to hold on to something but quickly pull back. "I am Svan" they say in broken common.
Nice to meet you, Svan. Want to use telepahty?"
...Yes... please. Forgive me, my common is not the best.
It is fine. What languages do you speak fluently?
Undercommon, Common a bit, and this, telepathy,
Want to switch to undercommon or stay on telepathy?
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"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
Miles away, Elendon's aura flares, and his eyes start to glow.
Raphael feels a shiver go down their spine. To Elendon: I'm sorry...
You don't need to be. Just don't doubt me....
I... I won't. I am sorry if you thought I would fall, I am sorry if I do fall... please help me so that I won't
Lorzavur walks into the tavern, looking around the room as he does. *This guy*
a 6'8" Dragonborn, he is well built & really muscular. He wears worn green armour over his left shoulder & arm, & over his legs, *a Marauder from DOOM: Eternal basically wears armour is what he's wearing, little difference.* He has some sort of bombs strapped to his belts along with a hilt to a wide bladed sword, except it has no blade, & a double barreled shotgun with a meat hook on the under side of it.
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Lysander waves to the dragonborn. "Hello, are you new here?"
He walks up, "Yes." *how tall is Lysander?*
*About 6 3*
"Nice to meet you, I'm Lysander. What should I refer to you ask?" They ask, exstending a hand to shake
He grabs it, REALLY tight grip, "I am Lorzavur Kimbatuul. You need something?" He talks in a low & monotone voice.
"Yes, but that can wait for later. Want to tell me a bit about yourself?" Lysander says, unphased
"I am the Bringer Of Doom, and I'm looking for a half-elf in soldier's chain mail, he has a certain disliking to fiends and is this tall." He holds his hand at 5'7"
"Mmm... To aphrend him?"
"No, he is on my side, its just been quite the time since I've seen him."
"You like killing fiends?"
"I kill them if they cause pain, along with anything else that needs to be put into their place."
"Why not try to kill the person who started the whole thing? End it all."
"Who?"
"Asmodues and Pale Night."
He cracks his knuckles, "I'd gladly."
Lysander grins back. "Good to hear."
"Why is that?"
"Because I need the first one dead."
He nods, turning around almost as if he were to go & do so now.
"Okay, just wanted to be sure... So what are you going to do after the snack?" They say, petting the closest dog
"I plan on weaving a bit"
"Ooo, can I help? I would love to learn."
"sure" she said and smiled, standing up
Raphael shifts to halfling and follows
She walks inside, disappears into her room for a moment and brings down a two small weaving looms and three rolls of light blue, indigo, and white wool thread.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
Miles away, Elendon's aura flares, and his eyes start to glow.
Raphael feels a shiver go down their spine. To Elendon: I'm sorry...
You don't need to be. Just don't doubt me....
I... I won't. I am sorry if you thought I would fall, I am sorry if I do fall... please help me so that I won't
Elendon chuckles. You won't, my friend.
Okay... um... thanks for a heads up. So what do you think I should do?
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"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
"Come back when you find truth."
"And which truth would that be? There are a lot to find."
"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
"Come back when you find truth."
"And which truth would that be? There are a lot to find."
"The truth on the only topic we've been on."
"Oh... well there is still a lot of things about gods that are true."
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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.
"Okay, just wanted to be sure... So what are you going to do after the snack?" They say, petting the closest dog
"I plan on weaving a bit"
"Ooo, can I help? I would love to learn."
"sure" she said and smiled, standing up
Raphael shifts to halfling and follows
She walks inside, disappears into her room for a moment and brings down a two small weaving looms and three rolls of light blue, indigo, and white wool thread.
Raphael looks on in wonder. "Cool, where did you get them? If I may ask."
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"Yes these, things, aren't for me to spout at strangers in detail, but there's some things that are fine..." She stops for a moment, "Do you think the gods are any good?"
"Some are, some aren't. Why do you ask?"
"That's where the wall thickens, but have you heard of Sonaria?"
"I believe not, but you may have to just jog my memory."
"God of the sun, the ever forgiving light, at least that's what they're called." Her hand clenches a little.
Raphael puts their hand on her back. "Did... may... um... I would enjoy to know more. I am sorry if I am over stepping my bounds though."
"Okay. But before you go can you tell me if you think they're any good or not? If you know them that is."
"Gods? I... I have inherent bias in that question and must answer that yes, I see them as part of the natural order." They say, getting a bit nervous
Her irises flare in a flame like manor, "They don't seem too particularly nice. Caroline come on." She calls her & the psuedo-phoenix follows as they both walk off.
Raphael frowns. "I'm sorry, any way I can make it up?"
"Maybe do some research." She calls back, hint of anger in her voice, but directly aimed at Raphael.
"On what? Gods?" *Ooo, this is interesting*
*hehehehe*
"Precisely."
"Oh..." Raphael says, thinking on this. "Um... sure. And should I come back when I am done?"
Miles away, Elendon's aura flares, and his eyes start to glow.
Raphael feels a shiver go down their spine. To Elendon: I'm sorry...
You don't need to be. Just don't doubt me....
I... I won't. I am sorry if you thought I would fall, I am sorry if I do fall... please help me so that I won't
Elendon chuckles. You won't, my friend.
Okay... um... thanks for a heads up. So what do you think I should do?
"And which truth would that be? There are a lot to find."
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I'm Hazel, who are you?
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
"To help kill Asmodues."
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"sure" she said and smiled, standing up
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Gwen, nice to meet you. They say, setting their book down and walking over
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Raphael shifts to halfling and follows
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Hunter, after a moment, walks over, "Good evening Ma'am."
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 puts her finger on the bridge of the mask's nose, "You do realise that's a paradox, right?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Want to switch to undercommon or stay on telepathy?
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Elendon chuckles. You won't, my friend.
He nods & goes off to search for his friend.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She walks inside, disappears into her room for a moment and brings down a two small weaving looms and three rolls of light blue, indigo, and white wool thread.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Okay... um... thanks for a heads up. So what do you think I should do?
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"The truth on the only topic we've been on."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Oh... well there is still a lot of things about gods that are true."
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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.
Raphael looks on in wonder. "Cool, where did you get them? If I may ask."
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*MMMMMMMMM if Infernus could hear this.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Elendon, check PMs*
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"hey there" she says and smiles
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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