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?"
"Screw paradoxes, just make it work. I never let what doesn't make sense stop me." She reached over and plucked the mask off, looking over it. "Though, magic seems to help with paradoxes, so who knows? Maybe that'll help you out." She tossed the mask back to Rys as she walked off to the bar, presumably to get another drink.
She puts it back on, "Can you not just take off my mask like that? At least not when there are this many people nearby."
Sharlene just laughed as she walked away.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"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."
"I made the looms, the thread is from my winter sheep herd at my cottage in the artic, fluffiest wool ever"
"Nice. So do you keep the dogs for sheep herding?"
"That and elk patrol and guarding" she said
"Nice. So why are you here and not there?"
"I travel here sometimes when winter gets terrible. Its always cold there but the summers in the artic are better then winters"
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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?
*MMMMMMMMM if Infernus could hear this.*
Raphael turns to infernus. "So why do you hate the gods so much, if I might ask."
"Its not that I directly hate them, its just I'm not so sure they're all so great like they may be pit up to be."
"Well of course. They are a product of those that worship them, and not all worshipers are good."
" . . .what about the other way around? If one under them is good, but the god themselves aren't?"
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?
Either one is fine. It said and took down its hood. The figure was a mindflayer with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and 5 tendrils.
Lysander interest in peaked. ithilid?
It nods its head shyly.
I will not harm you. We are both on the run
Thank you, I never got your name, what would it be?
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
"I made the looms, the thread is from my winter sheep herd at my cottage in the artic, fluffiest wool ever"
"Nice. So do you keep the dogs for sheep herding?"
"That and elk patrol and guarding" she said
"Nice. So why are you here and not there?"
"I travel here sometimes when winter gets terrible. Its always cold there but the summers in the artic are better then winters"
"Nice. Maybe I could see it during the summer, if we become close enough friends."
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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?"
"Screw paradoxes, just make it work. I never let what doesn't make sense stop me." She reached over and plucked the mask off, looking over it. "Though, magic seems to help with paradoxes, so who knows? Maybe that'll help you out." She tossed the mask back to Rys as she walked off to the bar, presumably to get another drink.
She puts it back on, "Can you not just take off my mask like that? At least not when there are this many people nearby."
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?
Either one is fine. It said and took down its hood. The figure was a mindflayer with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and 5 tendrils.
Lysander interest in peaked. ithilid?
It nods its head shyly.
I will not harm you. We are both on the run
Thank you, I never got your name, what would it be?
Lysander. Nice to meet you, Svan
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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?
*MMMMMMMMM if Infernus could hear this.*
Raphael turns to infernus. "So why do you hate the gods so much, if I might ask."
"Its not that I directly hate them, its just I'm not so sure they're all so great like they may be pit up to be."
"Well of course. They are a product of those that worship them, and not all worshipers are good."
" . . .what about the other way around? If one under them is good, but the god themselves aren't?"
"Whats wrong with that? If only one worshiper is good, then the others are neutral or worse, and the god begins to create two of themselves to fit the different perspectives on them."
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"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."
"I made the looms, the thread is from my winter sheep herd at my cottage in the artic, fluffiest wool ever"
"Nice. So do you keep the dogs for sheep herding?"
"That and elk patrol and guarding" she said
"Nice. So why are you here and not there?"
"I travel here sometimes when winter gets terrible. Its always cold there but the summers in the artic are better then winters"
"Nice. Maybe I could see it during the summer, if we become close enough friends."
"We are friends" she said "and that would be nice, it would be helpful to have someone to protect it from white dragons and frost giants"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
Yazrin is sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of spiced feywine.
"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."
"I made the looms, the thread is from my winter sheep herd at my cottage in the artic, fluffiest wool ever"
"Nice. So do you keep the dogs for sheep herding?"
"That and elk patrol and guarding" she said
"Nice. So why are you here and not there?"
"I travel here sometimes when winter gets terrible. Its always cold there but the summers in the artic are better then winters"
"Nice. Maybe I could see it during the summer, if we become close enough friends."
"We are friends" she said "and that would be nice, it would be helpful to have someone to protect it from white dragons and frost giants"
"We are? I thought I was just an acquaintance... Thanks." They reply, while trying to set their loom up
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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?
Either one is fine. It said and took down its hood. The figure was a mindflayer with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and 5 tendrils.
Lysander interest in peaked. ithilid?
It nods its head shyly.
I will not harm you. We are both on the run
Thank you, I never got your name, what would it be?
Lysander. Nice to meet you, Svan
They bow their head down Its nice to meet someone like you as well
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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?
*MMMMMMMMM if Infernus could hear this.*
Raphael turns to infernus. "So why do you hate the gods so much, if I might ask."
"Its not that I directly hate them, its just I'm not so sure they're all so great like they may be pit up to be."
"Well of course. They are a product of those that worship them, and not all worshipers are good."
" . . .what about the other way around? If one under them is good, but the god themselves aren't?"
"Whats wrong with that? If only one worshiper is good, then the others are neutral or worse, and the god begins to create two of themselves to fit the different perspectives on them."
" I see this conversation won't work with a stranger, bye." She continues walking to the tavern.
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.
Yazrin is sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of spiced feywine.
The figure makes its way to the back of the room and sits down, seeming to take a huge sigh of relief.
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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?
*MMMMMMMMM if Infernus could hear this.*
Raphael turns to infernus. "So why do you hate the gods so much, if I might ask."
"Its not that I directly hate them, its just I'm not so sure they're all so great like they may be pit up to be."
"Well of course. They are a product of those that worship them, and not all worshipers are good."
" . . .what about the other way around? If one under them is good, but the god themselves aren't?"
"Whats wrong with that? If only one worshiper is good, then the others are neutral or worse, and the god begins to create two of themselves to fit the different perspectives on them."
" I see this conversation won't work with a stranger, bye." She continues walking to the tavern.
Raphael runs after them. "I... I can try. Tell me your perspective. I want to help..."
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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?
Either one is fine. It said and took down its hood. The figure was a mindflayer with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and 5 tendrils.
Lysander interest in peaked. ithilid?
It nods its head shyly.
I will not harm you. We are both on the run
Thank you, I never got your name, what would it be?
Lysander. Nice to meet you, Svan
They bow their head down Its nice to meet someone like you as well
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?
Either one is fine. It said and took down its hood. The figure was a mindflayer with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and 5 tendrils.
Lysander interest in peaked. ithilid?
It nods its head shyly.
I will not harm you. We are both on the run
Thank you, I never got your name, what would it be?
Lysander. Nice to meet you, Svan
They bow their head down Its nice to meet someone like you as well
Have you met others like me?
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Sharlene just laughed as she walked away.
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"I travel here sometimes when winter gets terrible. Its always cold there but the summers in the artic are better then winters"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
" . . .what about the other way around? If one under them is good, but the god themselves aren't?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Ooo, your a drow?" They say, a bit excited
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Thank you, I never got your name, what would it be?
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Nice. Maybe I could see it during the summer, if we become close enough friends."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She shakes her head & wanders off.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Lysander. Nice to meet you, Svan
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Whats wrong with that? If only one worshiper is good, then the others are neutral or worse, and the god begins to create two of themselves to fit the different perspectives on them."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"We are friends" she said "and that would be nice, it would be helpful to have someone to protect it from white dragons and frost giants"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Yazrin is sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of spiced feywine.
"We are? I thought I was just an acquaintance... Thanks." They reply, while trying to set their loom up
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They bow their head down Its nice to meet someone like you as well
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
" I see this conversation won't work with a stranger, bye." She continues walking to the tavern.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The figure makes its way to the back of the room and sits down, seeming to take a huge sigh of relief.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
[[ hellœ, gonna commit my first ig post tomorrow- I think ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Want to do Myrn and Raphael?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Raphael runs after them. "I... I can try. Tell me your perspective. I want to help..."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
[[ sure ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Have you met others like me?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now