Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
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They continue to sleep, eventually rolling over to their belly
She keeps on approaching until her head was hanging over it, she slowly leaned down... then bit onto their wing.
They shreek at the bite. Who are you?
"I'm hungry!" Zylna stays latched onto their wing.
A rather large and angry-looking goliath walks over. "Let. Him. Go." He says evenly, his voice so low and deep it rattles the dishes on some of the nearby tables
*They're in the rafters.*
*I know. This is also the pseudodragon's protector/ the one who adopted them. He also stands at nearly 9 feet tall. He can see what's going on.*
Zylna is already sitting away from Lothair after getting stung, then she glared up at the goliath. She stuck out her tongue.
He snarls in reply, one of his hands going to a black stone longsword one his belt, one that immediately starts crackling with electricity.
She looked him in the eye while he does so. Suddenly, her stomach rumbles, almost as loud as the electricity crackling.
He nods in understanding. "Just because you are hungry doesn't mean you can eat people, or dragons." He removes his hand from the sword, and the electricity slowly dies away. "If you don't attack Lothair again, I'll get you some food, okay?"
She slowly blinked, then looked away. "Fine."
Tohono nods, and flags down a waiter, ordering a steak. "You may want to come down from there so you can eat."
She slides off of the rafter beam, landing silently on a table without rattling anything on it, then hopped into a chair.
Soon enough, the waiter returns with a nice, large (Like, 3 lb) steak, and sets it on the table.
Zylna hesitated for a moment, then grabbed it with her hands and ate it like a sandwich, consuming it all in just over a minute.
He chuckles. "Now, don't attack Lothair again, alright?" He climbs up just high enough to reach Lothair, and gently pulls the hurt pseudodragon down, cradling them, before walking out of the tavern.
Zylna wipes her mouth and watches them leave, narrowing her eyes. She hops off the table and steps outside, looking for where they went.
Don't! He warns once. He's walking towards the forest, a now-healed Lothair flaying around their shoulders.
She huffed. Why'd you feed me?
Because you were hungry, and to keep you from trying to eat any more companions. He explains, not stopping on his way towards the forest.
I already got stung, I wouldn't have bothered with it again. She stepped out and followed from a distance. You had no obligation to feed me anyways, it's not like I could have actually hurt the dragon thing in the tavern.
He shrugs, but continues walking.
She continues to follow from a distance. So why did you even feed me?
He keeps walking, making his way between the trees as though he knows exactly where he's going.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
A bird picks up a twig from the ground and flies into a tree.
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.
They continue to sleep, eventually rolling over to their belly
She keeps on approaching until her head was hanging over it, she slowly leaned down... then bit onto their wing.
They shreek at the bite. Who are you?
"I'm hungry!" Zylna stays latched onto their wing.
A rather large and angry-looking goliath walks over. "Let. Him. Go." He says evenly, his voice so low and deep it rattles the dishes on some of the nearby tables
*They're in the rafters.*
*I know. This is also the pseudodragon's protector/ the one who adopted them. He also stands at nearly 9 feet tall. He can see what's going on.*
Zylna is already sitting away from Lothair after getting stung, then she glared up at the goliath. She stuck out her tongue.
He snarls in reply, one of his hands going to a black stone longsword one his belt, one that immediately starts crackling with electricity.
She looked him in the eye while he does so. Suddenly, her stomach rumbles, almost as loud as the electricity crackling.
He nods in understanding. "Just because you are hungry doesn't mean you can eat people, or dragons." He removes his hand from the sword, and the electricity slowly dies away. "If you don't attack Lothair again, I'll get you some food, okay?"
She slowly blinked, then looked away. "Fine."
Tohono nods, and flags down a waiter, ordering a steak. "You may want to come down from there so you can eat."
She slides off of the rafter beam, landing silently on a table without rattling anything on it, then hopped into a chair.
Soon enough, the waiter returns with a nice, large (Like, 3 lb) steak, and sets it on the table.
Zylna hesitated for a moment, then grabbed it with her hands and ate it like a sandwich, consuming it all in just over a minute.
He chuckles. "Now, don't attack Lothair again, alright?" He climbs up just high enough to reach Lothair, and gently pulls the hurt pseudodragon down, cradling them, before walking out of the tavern.
Zylna wipes her mouth and watches them leave, narrowing her eyes. She hops off the table and steps outside, looking for where they went.
Don't! He warns once. He's walking towards the forest, a now-healed Lothair flaying around their shoulders.
She huffed. Why'd you feed me?
Because you were hungry, and to keep you from trying to eat any more companions. He explains, not stopping on his way towards the forest.
I already got stung, I wouldn't have bothered with it again. She stepped out and followed from a distance. You had no obligation to feed me anyways, it's not like I could have actually hurt the dragon thing in the tavern.
He shrugs, but continues walking.
She continues to follow from a distance. So why did you even feed me?
He keeps walking, making his way between the trees as though he knows exactly where he's going.
Zylna sticks onto his trail, occasionally mentally asking the question again, waiting for an actual answer.
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Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
Yazrin watches on from the edge of the woods, his hands fingering his bow, the same bow that nearly killed Raxern the last time they met.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
The fires have now died, & Rāxern sits there, anger still reminiscing, but clearly rampaging doesn't do anything.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
Yazrin watches on from the edge of the woods, his hands fingering his bow, the same bow that nearly killed Raxern the last time they met.
Rāxern sits there a moment before carving somthing into the guitar with his claws.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
A bird picks up a twig from the ground and flies into a tree.
He glances over at it, sort of staring. The fire's have died now so the bird is safe, the trees are only warm.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
The fires have now died, & Rāxern sits there, anger still reminiscing, but clearly rampaging doesn't do anything.
Zylna snuck around the stump and moved closer, taking position behind another tree closer to him to take a good look. *Forgot to ask the first post, but can I get a description of Raxern?*
Stealth: 21
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
A bird picks up a twig from the ground and flies into a tree.
He glances over at it, sort of staring. The fire's have died now so the bird is safe, the trees are only warm.
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.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
The fires have now died, & Rāxern sits there, anger still reminiscing, but clearly rampaging doesn't do anything.
Zylna snuck around the stump and moved closer, taking position behind another tree closer to him to take a good look. *Forgot to ask the first post, but can I get a description of Raxern?*
Stealth: 24
*it succeeds. He's a 5'6" Tiefling looking fellow, if it weren't for the thick & rough looking skin, pointed teeth, lizard like eyes, & small black nubs that are his claws, as he's a Tanar'ri. He wears simple black clothing, sheeths & straps for the all the gear around the scene.*
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
A bird picks up a twig from the ground and flies into a tree.
He glances over at it, sort of staring. The fire's have died now so the bird is safe, the trees are only warm.
The bird stares back.
"What do you want?" He says quietly, muddled anger in his voice.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
A bird picks up a twig from the ground and flies into a tree.
He glances over at it, sort of staring. The fire's have died now so the bird is safe, the trees are only warm.
The bird stares back.
"What do you want?" He says quietly, muddled anger in his voice.
The bird flies over, shifting into a human before rolling onto the ground. "You alright?"
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.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
A bird picks up a twig from the ground and flies into a tree.
He glances over at it, sort of staring. The fire's have died now so the bird is safe, the trees are only warm.
The bird stares back.
"What do you want?" He says quietly, muddled anger in his voice.
The bird flies over, shifting into a human before rolling onto the ground. "You alright?"
"Does any of this or the song seem 'alright'?" He waves both his arms at the area around them.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
The fires have now died, & Rāxern sits there, anger still reminiscing, but clearly rampaging doesn't do anything.
Zylna snuck around the stump and moved closer, taking position behind another tree closer to him to take a good look. *Forgot to ask the first post, but can I get a description of Raxern?*
Stealth: 24
*it succeeds. He's a 5'6" Tiefling looking fellow, if it weren't for the thick & rough looking skin, pointed teeth, lizard like eyes, & small black nubs that are his claws, as he's a Tanar'ri. He wears simple black clothing, sheeths & straps for the all the gear around the scene.*
He sits there, placing the guitar down.
She continues to watch him from her cover.
*Zylna's description, if you need it as well.*
A 3'2 short figure, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood, and her figure was clearly feminine. The bottom half of her face, except for her mouth area, has bandages on it. She also has bright yellow eyes.
Look at pfp as well.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
A bird picks up a twig from the ground and flies into a tree.
He glances over at it, sort of staring. The fire's have died now so the bird is safe, the trees are only warm.
The bird stares back.
"What do you want?" He says quietly, muddled anger in his voice.
The bird flies over, shifting into a human before rolling onto the ground. "You alright?"
"Does any of this or the song seem 'alright'?" He waves both his arms at the area around them.
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.
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*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
He keeps walking, making his way between the trees as though he knows exactly where he's going.
A bird picks up a twig from the ground and flies into a tree.
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(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.
Zylna sticks onto his trail, occasionally mentally asking the question again, waiting for an actual answer.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Yazrin watches on from the edge of the woods, his hands fingering his bow, the same bow that nearly killed Raxern the last time they met.
The fires have now died, & Rāxern sits there, anger still reminiscing, but clearly rampaging doesn't do anything.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Rāxern sits there a moment before carving somthing into the guitar with his claws.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He glances over at it, sort of staring. The fire's have died now so the bird is safe, the trees are only warm.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Zylna snuck around the stump and moved closer, taking position behind another tree closer to him to take a good look. *Forgot to ask the first post, but can I get a description of Raxern?*
Stealth: 21
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The bird stares back.
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(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.
*it succeeds. He's a 5'6" Tiefling looking fellow, if it weren't for the thick & rough looking skin, pointed teeth, lizard like eyes, & small black nubs that are his claws, as he's a Tanar'ri. He wears simple black clothing, sheeths & straps for the all the gear around the scene.*
He sits there, placing the guitar down.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"What do you want?" He says quietly, muddled anger in his voice.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*I am back >:]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The bird flies over, shifting into a human before rolling onto the ground. "You alright?"
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(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.
[[ wb >:] I am going to commit kurapika pfp soon ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Hello, you gonna interact with my thing too? I do t mind if ya do.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Does any of this or the song seem 'alright'?" He waves both his arms at the area around them.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She continues to watch him from her cover.
*Zylna's description, if you need it as well.*
A 3'2 short figure, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood, and her figure was clearly feminine. The bottom half of her face, except for her mouth area, has bandages on it. She also has bright yellow eyes.
Look at pfp as well.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Bitrelyn is walking along the edge of the woods, enjoying some sunshine.
Yazrin is training.
[Open slot]
"Are you alright?"
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.