"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
"I consider you a friend. You helped me out and that showed your kindness"
"Oh... but I just played with your dogs for a bit. Is that what passes for kindness here?"
"You offered to do so while i was trying to keep them out" she said
"Oh... sorry for being so dense." They say, pleasently suprised
"No no, your fine." she said "Im dealing with a clueless robot who doesn't understand human emotion."
"Mmm... I will have to meet them later." They say, finally setting up their loom. "Shall we start?"
She nods and begins working, her finger weaving it with the skill of a master
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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.
The figure makes its way to the back of the room and sits down, seeming to take a huge sigh of relief.
Yazrin regards them a little curiously. Are you okay?
I am fine They speak Large groups frighten me
Yazrin smiles. That is understandable. Are you running from something?
They nod A few.... others...
Yazrin chuckles. You are hunted by a few, while almost the entirety of my race hunts me for the pleasure of the Spider Queen. He says as he turns fully to face the stranger.
They are a illithid with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and five tendrils.
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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."
"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
"I consider you a friend. You helped me out and that showed your kindness"
"Oh... but I just played with your dogs for a bit. Is that what passes for kindness here?"
"You offered to do so while i was trying to keep them out" she said
"Oh... sorry for being so dense." They say, pleasently suprised
"No no, your fine." she said "Im dealing with a clueless robot who doesn't understand human emotion."
"Mmm... I will have to meet them later." They say, finally setting up their loom. "Shall we start?"
She nods and begins working, her finger weaving it with the skill of a master
Raphael tries, and fails, to wave with them. "Um... mind if you give me some tips?"
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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."
" 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..."
"No. I'm done talking." The air around her physically heats up.
Don't threaten one of my angels. A powerful, and surprisingly cold, voice rings in her head.
The air gradually heats up more, Oh, so thats what this situation is? "Your god revealed your disguise, so now I can tell you Angel." She says to Raphael.
Raphael is frozen by their nervousness. "What... what do you mean?"
"I talked with an Angel under this Sonaria, & they are wonderful, but just for how she thinks about me she could get in trouble, and it seems quite unjust.*
"With what? What crime are they worried about?"
"Liking a mortal, no, I'll say it outright, loving a mortal."
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.
Yazrin regards them a little curiously. Are you okay?
I am fine They speak Large groups frighten me
Yazrin smiles. That is understandable. Are you running from something?
They nod A few.... others...
Yazrin chuckles. You are hunted by a few, while almost the entirety of my race hunts me for the pleasure of the Spider Queen. He says as he turns fully to face the stranger.
They are a illithid with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and five tendrils.
Illithid...A bit unusual, but you most certainly aren't the first I've met. He takes a sip from his glass. What brings you away from the elder brain?
"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..."
"No. I'm done talking." The air around her physically heats up.
Don't threaten one of my angels. A powerful, and surprisingly cold, voice rings in her head.
The air gradually heats up more, Oh, so thats what this situation is? "Your god revealed your disguise, so now I can tell you Angel." She says to Raphael.
Raphael is frozen by their nervousness. "What... what do you mean?"
"I talked with an Angel under this Sonaria, & they are wonderful, but just for how she thinks about me she could get in trouble, and it seems quite unjust.*
"With what? What crime are they worried about?"
"Liking a mortal, no, I'll say it outright, loving a mortal."
"Their god just wants to make sure they stay focused on their job if I had to guess. This is Althas right?"
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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"
"We are? I thought I was just an acquaintance... Thanks." They reply, while trying to set their loom up
"I consider you a friend. You helped me out and that showed your kindness"
"Oh... but I just played with your dogs for a bit. Is that what passes for kindness here?"
"You offered to do so while i was trying to keep them out" she said
"Oh... sorry for being so dense." They say, pleasently suprised
"No no, your fine." she said "Im dealing with a clueless robot who doesn't understand human emotion."
"Mmm... I will have to meet them later." They say, finally setting up their loom. "Shall we start?"
She nods and begins working, her finger weaving it with the skill of a master
Raphael tries, and fails, to wave with them. "Um... mind if you give me some tips?"
She nods and scooches over. She slowly shows him "Weave it in and out of the loom threads."
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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.
The figure makes its way to the back of the room and sits down, seeming to take a huge sigh of relief.
Yazrin regards them a little curiously. Are you okay?
I am fine They speak Large groups frighten me
Yazrin smiles. That is understandable. Are you running from something?
They nod A few.... others...
Yazrin chuckles. You are hunted by a few, while almost the entirety of my race hunts me for the pleasure of the Spider Queen. He says as he turns fully to face the stranger.
They are a illithid with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and five tendrils.
Illithid...A bit unusual, but you most certainly aren't the first I've met. He takes a sip from his glass. What brings you away from the elder brain?
..........reasons...
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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..."
"No. I'm done talking." The air around her physically heats up.
Don't threaten one of my angels. A powerful, and surprisingly cold, voice rings in her head.
The air gradually heats up more, Oh, so thats what this situation is? "Your god revealed your disguise, so now I can tell you Angel." She says to Raphael.
Elendon growls. A brilliant flash appears on the path between Infernus and the tavern. When she recovers, Elendon is standing there, in full battle gear, with his wings and crown fully visible. Ware who you tempt to fall, Infernus. He says, his eyes beginning to glow.
She stands there, en expression showing that she's not having it.
"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
"I consider you a friend. You helped me out and that showed your kindness"
"Oh... but I just played with your dogs for a bit. Is that what passes for kindness here?"
"You offered to do so while i was trying to keep them out" she said
"Oh... sorry for being so dense." They say, pleasently suprised
"No no, your fine." she said "Im dealing with a clueless robot who doesn't understand human emotion."
"Mmm... I will have to meet them later." They say, finally setting up their loom. "Shall we start?"
She nods and begins working, her finger weaving it with the skill of a master
Raphael tries, and fails, to wave with them. "Um... mind if you give me some tips?"
She nods and scooches over. She slowly shows him "Weave it in and out of the loom threads."
"Thanks." They say, following their intructions. "Your a nice person Lore. Glad I met you."
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She nods and begins working, her finger weaving it with the skill of a master
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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She returns the gesture with a sip of her drink.
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They are a illithid with dark green skin, bright purple eyes, and five tendrils.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Something that would help others like a Sage or Mage or such. Prehaps a Historian.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Raphael tries, and fails, to wave with them. "Um... mind if you give me some tips?"
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Myrn takes it, holding Raphael’s hand now
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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"Liking a mortal, no, I'll say it outright, loving a mortal."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Scoob rolls her eyes again
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Illithid...A bit unusual, but you most certainly aren't the first I've met. He takes a sip from his glass. What brings you away from the elder brain?
"Their god just wants to make sure they stay focused on their job if I had to guess. This is Althas right?"
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She nods and scooches over. She slowly shows him "Weave it in and out of the loom threads."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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[[ I’m loving this ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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Sharlene finished her drink and got up, heading outside while pushing Scoob out of the way.
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They are teleported to the lush forests of Aravandor. The nature brims with perfect freedom. "You good?" Raphael asks
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..........reasons...
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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She stands there, en expression showing that she's not having it.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“Yeah” it takes Myrn a second to see the forest “wow-“
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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Raphael blinks a couple of times. "Mmm... this place doesn't quite like me... you like it?"
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Scoob resists the urge to smack her
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"Thanks." They say, following their intructions. "Your a nice person Lore. Glad I met you."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now