The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Hazel goes out to check on the people, "Hello? Are you ok?' She asks, hood pulled up to hide her face
The armed people instantly point their guns at her. "Step back from the perimeter."
She raises her gloved hands, "H-hey, i'm not a threat,"
They repeat themselves. Bright is currently busy talking to Lysander.
She takes a step back, lowering her hands
They keep their guns trained on her, but seem significantly less threatening.
She gives her best non threatening smile without showing she's a drow
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Hazel goes out to check on the people, "Hello? Are you ok?' She asks, hood pulled up to hide her face
The armed people instantly point their guns at her. "Step back from the perimeter."
She raises her gloved hands, "H-hey, i'm not a threat,"
They repeat themselves. Bright is currently busy talking to Lysander.
She takes a step back, lowering her hands
They keep their guns trained on her, but seem significantly less threatening.
She gives her best non threatening smile without showing she's a drow
They simply keep their guns on her and watch her.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
*Mmm now that's an intro.*
Thaemrys watches this, just on the edge of the tavern safety, but still inside it.
*Thx, had to read up a bit on scp stuff, so it took me longer than it normally would to write that much.*
The armed people have already set up a small camp, setting up metal tables with equipment, some electric fencing around the truck with a diameter of about 20 feet.
Thaemrys thinks a moment before walking up to them, at a fair pace.
The armed people raise their guns up at her. "Step away from the perimeter." The first man seems busy talking with Lysander for right now.
She takes a step back, but doesn't seem afraid, & she still watches while she does so.
They keep their guns trained on her as the people in labcoats step out of the truck, speaking amongst themselves and walking over to the equipment and doing science-y looking things. *I spent all of my brain power, so please forgive stuff like that.*
*No its fine, I know how it feels*
She watches, before finally deciding to speak with the guards, "So what would all this be?"
Infernus is on the roof with her Psuedo-Phoenix Caroline, resting against her as thinks things through.
Lysander waves, apporching with books
She waves, raising an eyebrow at the books.
"Brought books for you to burn... Is that your Patron?"
"No, this is Caroline, she's my friend, & only a Psuedo-Phoenix, & The Phoenix isn't my patron, I only give him more knowledge because I wish to repay the kindness, If I were to stop I'd still have my abilities." Caroline watches Lysander.
Lysander waves to Caroline. "Ah, I understand. Well they are a beautiful bird none the less." They add, offering the books to Inferus
Caroline nods at being called beautiful, "Thank you, I suppose you bought these in repayment of me helping you?"
"In the future? Yes. That and I think it is good if a friend gives gifts to their friends."
"Thank you, I'll read through these at some point to see if they're something He would not have." While she talks it seems like her mind is elsewhere.
"You okay? Anything I can do to help?"
"Hm? Oh I'm. . . fine with this, it's another situation on my mind."
"Want to confide in me? Or am I over stepping my reach?"
She thinks for a moment, "The gods aren't what they're put up to be, do you agree?"
Lysander is put off guard by that. "Yes, they aren't... Why do you ask?"
"An experience with Althas, would you know her?*
"No. Sorry... Mind telling me?"
"Long story short, She's an Archangel, & she likes me, & just because of that she can get in trouble from her god, so that thought came to me."
"Mmm... Have you had a lot of exspirence with outer planars?"
"I wouldn't say so."
"What do you know about them?"
"Outer planar, as in any that's past The feywilds & shadowfell correct?"
"Um... Yes. They reside and hail from the outer planes, the afterlife. When someone dies, their soul travels though the fugue plane to an afterlife befitting their beliefs. If they followed a god, they go to the God's afterlife. There, the petitioners work to become one with the land (if they followed no god) or their god. It is the souls of atheists that become demons and devils and archeons and what not. As for the God's souls, most reside inside the god but some become angels... You following?"
She nods.
"Good. So all outer planars have lived their life, but more importantly they have found their path. A devil is lawful evil. An archeon is lawful good. An Angel is a person who serves gods. Can you get that?"
"Yes."
"Then you understand the location she is in, right?"
"I understand." She shifts to get up.
"Okay. So what do you plan to do? We could take it up with the celestial courts if you want. I am sure that her god accepts love as good."
". . ." She thinks again, "Althas said 'especially with the same gender' when she told me she could get in trouble for doing so, so I'm not so sure."
"You want to try?"
With no hesitation, "Yes. But as of now, I think I need to relax for a moment."
"Sure. Want to go to Elysium or something?"
"I think reading through these will do just fine." She waves to the books.
"Sure. Mind if I go do some other chores?"
"You can do what you wish." She grabs one of the books & starts going through it.
Infernus is on the roof with her Psuedo-Phoenix Caroline, resting against her as thinks things through.
Lysander waves, apporching with books
She waves, raising an eyebrow at the books.
"Brought books for you to burn... Is that your Patron?"
"No, this is Caroline, she's my friend, & only a Psuedo-Phoenix, & The Phoenix isn't my patron, I only give him more knowledge because I wish to repay the kindness, If I were to stop I'd still have my abilities." Caroline watches Lysander.
Lysander waves to Caroline. "Ah, I understand. Well they are a beautiful bird none the less." They add, offering the books to Inferus
Caroline nods at being called beautiful, "Thank you, I suppose you bought these in repayment of me helping you?"
"In the future? Yes. That and I think it is good if a friend gives gifts to their friends."
"Thank you, I'll read through these at some point to see if they're something He would not have." While she talks it seems like her mind is elsewhere.
"You okay? Anything I can do to help?"
"Hm? Oh I'm. . . fine with this, it's another situation on my mind."
"Want to confide in me? Or am I over stepping my reach?"
She thinks for a moment, "The gods aren't what they're put up to be, do you agree?"
Lysander is put off guard by that. "Yes, they aren't... Why do you ask?"
"An experience with Althas, would you know her?*
"No. Sorry... Mind telling me?"
"Long story short, She's an Archangel, & she likes me, & just because of that she can get in trouble from her god, so that thought came to me."
"Mmm... Have you had a lot of exspirence with outer planars?"
"I wouldn't say so."
"What do you know about them?"
"Outer planar, as in any that's past The feywilds & shadowfell correct?"
"Um... Yes. They reside and hail from the outer planes, the afterlife. When someone dies, their soul travels though the fugue plane to an afterlife befitting their beliefs. If they followed a god, they go to the God's afterlife. There, the petitioners work to become one with the land (if they followed no god) or their god. It is the souls of atheists that become demons and devils and archeons and what not. As for the God's souls, most reside inside the god but some become angels... You following?"
She nods.
"Good. So all outer planars have lived their life, but more importantly they have found their path. A devil is lawful evil. An archeon is lawful good. An Angel is a person who serves gods. Can you get that?"
"Yes."
"Then you understand the location she is in, right?"
"I understand." She shifts to get up.
"Okay. So what do you plan to do? We could take it up with the celestial courts if you want. I am sure that her god accepts love as good."
". . ." She thinks again, "Althas said 'especially with the same gender' when she told me she could get in trouble for doing so, so I'm not so sure."
"You want to try?"
With no hesitation, "Yes. But as of now, I think I need to relax for a moment."
"Sure. Want to go to Elysium or something?"
"I think reading through these will do just fine." She waves to the books.
"Sure. Mind if I go do some other chores?"
"You can do what you wish." She grabs one of the books & starts going through it.
Lysander nods, teleporting away
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A human girl enters the tavern. She looks to be in her 20s, having snowy skin, pale white eyes (Though not blind), and long black hair. She's about 5'8", and carries herself with an air of carefulness. Everything about her is normal, except for the eldercross encircling her head. She wears a set of commoner's clothes, and looks around the tavern with a small smile
A human girl enters the tavern. She looks to be in her 20s, having snowy skin, pale white eyes (Though not blind), and long black hair. She's about 5'8", and carries herself with an air of carefulness. Everything about her is normal, except for the eldercross encircling her head. She wears a set of commoner's clothes, and looks around the tavern with a small smile
Lysander waves to her. "Hello, who might you be?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She gives her best non threatening smile without showing she's a drow
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
*Near the Tavern, sitting on a bench*
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
They simply keep their guns on her and watch her.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*umm*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Raphael shifts to a small owlin and waves. "Hello, are you Raven?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yes, our egg. Our lovely hatchling."
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
*GTG*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I see." She turns around to go to the tavern.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Gtg for today, how I'm feeling tomorrow will probably decide it I'm gonna keep my SCP dudes.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
First reaction after cuddling Sik was to punt it, but they didnt and just acted scared
"Who or what are you?"
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
"You can do what you wish." She grabs one of the books & starts going through it.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Okay, bye!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Bye!!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Raphael, Sik's... friend."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Sik chirps happily
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
Lysander nods, teleporting away
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lorzavur is cleaning his shotgun, sitting on a boulder outside.
The Reaper is watching over those outside, standing on the roof.
Raillen is wielding a shield & battle axe, fighting a dummy outside.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Alrighty! Time for a new character:*
A human girl enters the tavern. She looks to be in her 20s, having snowy skin, pale white eyes (Though not blind), and long black hair. She's about 5'8", and carries herself with an air of carefulness. Everything about her is normal, except for the eldercross encircling her head. She wears a set of commoner's clothes, and looks around the tavern with a small smile
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
Lysander waves to her. "Hello, who might you be?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Raphael walks over and sits down in a safe area, reading a cook book
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now