A man walks into the tavern, standing at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness. He has two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident.
[[ someone please maintain an rp with Ashton ]]
A half-elf waves at him from a table
He looks over, then looks away and sits at an empty table, not seeming to be able to relax, constantly weary
A man walks into the tavern, standing at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness. He has two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident.
[[ someone please maintain an rp with Ashton ]]
A half-elf waves at him from a table
He looks over, then looks away and sits at an empty table, not seeming to be able to relax, constantly weary
The half-elf joins him. "Names Theren. Who might you be?"
Kat'Chka is sitting a table near the wall, fidgeting with pieces of scrap metal. A large mechanical spider sits on the floor next to him.
Bitrelyn walks downstairs, smiling. She makes her way over to the bar where she orders a mug of hard spiced cider and a late breakfast. She then heads over to an unoccupied table to read until her food is ready,
[Open Slot]
Rax sits down near wherever Iralias is, with ten strawberries in his hands.
Iralias is sitting at a table near the stage. He smiles as Raxern sits down. "Hello my friend. What have you been up to?"
"I have no idea, but, yeah no sorry I can't explain that." Rax seems like his older self, except for the only demonic traits left are red skin & horns, everything else gone... for now.
Iralias frowns slightly. "You seem to be going back to your old self...I don't think I like that, my friend."
*man mah brain, as in there is no demonic traits except for the horns & red skin, every other demonic trait is gone, leaving him more humanoid as opposed to fiend in looks.*
*Then ignore previous post, lol...My brain is still waking up, lol.*
Iralias smiles slightly. "Alright. Keep your secrets, my friend." He says with a slight chuckle. He sighs slightly and leans back in his chair. "But if there's anything I can help with, let me know."
*my brain is over-clocking lol*
"Listen all I can tell you is," He tries to think if there's anything he can put into words, "Something fairly big has happened with my rising, like manifestations of me in certain, ways. . . I swear I'm trying to explain as best as I can but it's hazy & confusing for me so..." He has one of his strawberries & offers one to Iralias.
A man walks into the tavern, standing at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness. He has two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident.
[[ someone please maintain an rp with Ashton ]]
A half-elf waves at him from a table
He looks over, then looks away and sits at an empty table, not seeming to be able to relax, constantly weary
The half-elf joins him. "Names Theren. Who might you be?"
A man walks into the tavern, standing at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness. He has two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident.
[[ someone please maintain an rp with Ashton ]]
A half-elf waves at him from a table
He looks over, then looks away and sits at an empty table, not seeming to be able to relax, constantly weary
The half-elf joins him. "Names Theren. Who might you be?"
Kat'Chka is sitting a table near the wall, fidgeting with pieces of scrap metal. A large mechanical spider sits on the floor next to him.
Bitrelyn walks downstairs, smiling. She makes her way over to the bar where she orders a mug of hard spiced cider and a late breakfast. She then heads over to an unoccupied table to read until her food is ready,
[Open Slot]
Rax sits down near wherever Iralias is, with ten strawberries in his hands.
Iralias is sitting at a table near the stage. He smiles as Raxern sits down. "Hello my friend. What have you been up to?"
"I have no idea, but, yeah no sorry I can't explain that." Rax seems like his older self, except for the only demonic traits left are red skin & horns, everything else gone... for now.
Iralias frowns slightly. "You seem to be going back to your old self...I don't think I like that, my friend."
*man mah brain, as in there is no demonic traits except for the horns & red skin, every other demonic trait is gone, leaving him more humanoid as opposed to fiend in looks.*
*Then ignore previous post, lol...My brain is still waking up, lol.*
Iralias smiles slightly. "Alright. Keep your secrets, my friend." He says with a slight chuckle. He sighs slightly and leans back in his chair. "But if there's anything I can help with, let me know."
*my brain is over-clocking lol*
"Listen all I can tell you is," He tries to think if there's anything he can put into words, "Something fairly big has happened with my rising, like manifestations of me in certain, ways. . . I swear I'm trying to explain as best as I can but it's hazy & confusing for me so..." He has one of his strawberries & offers one to Iralias.
He smiles and takes it, eating it. "I trust you enough to not press, my friend." He says with a smile. "My offer still stands though; if you need my help with anything, let me know."
The door clatters open as the backside of an overburdened young woman pushes against it, struggling with a mound of luggage. An overlarge plaid shirt and baggy flares adorned with handstitched daisies complement her burgundy waistcoat nicely and a few bead necklaces are slung from her neck. When she looks up, you see the marks of her elven heritage in her features, the green-tinged hazel skin that marks wood elf parentage clearly visible although her ears are rounded. Chestnut hair hangs in a bob that just brushes her shoulders and suggests to the eye a not-quite bedhair aesthetic, while her emerald eyes dance with lively curiosity at the variety of patrons in the room.
*New PC if anyone is interested.*
A weary looking half-elf with a missing arm waves at the newcomer from a table
The woman waves back and smiles kindly at him.
*Sorry I was busy with something but I'm back.*
"Who might you be?"
*It's fine dw about it.* "I? I am Sarah Featherbridge, Master of the Multiverse," she says with a smile.
"Theren Dotsk, half-elf ranger of the Dead Pines. At your service." he says with a bow.
She chuckles at the formality of it but responds in kind. *My replies are gonna be slow btw.*
*Alright*
Theren sits back down. "So what brings you here Sarah?"
"Oh, am old student gave me a holiday here and I gladly accepted - this place is so interesting and I could never normally afford interplanar travel costs!"
Kat'Chka is sitting a table near the wall, fidgeting with pieces of scrap metal. A large mechanical spider sits on the floor next to him.
Bitrelyn walks downstairs, smiling. She makes her way over to the bar where she orders a mug of hard spiced cider and a late breakfast. She then heads over to an unoccupied table to read until her food is ready,
[Open Slot]
Rax sits down near wherever Iralias is, with ten strawberries in his hands.
Iralias is sitting at a table near the stage. He smiles as Raxern sits down. "Hello my friend. What have you been up to?"
"I have no idea, but, yeah no sorry I can't explain that." Rax seems like his older self, except for the only demonic traits left are red skin & horns, everything else gone... for now.
Iralias frowns slightly. "You seem to be going back to your old self...I don't think I like that, my friend."
*man mah brain, as in there is no demonic traits except for the horns & red skin, every other demonic trait is gone, leaving him more humanoid as opposed to fiend in looks.*
*Then ignore previous post, lol...My brain is still waking up, lol.*
Iralias smiles slightly. "Alright. Keep your secrets, my friend." He says with a slight chuckle. He sighs slightly and leans back in his chair. "But if there's anything I can help with, let me know."
*my brain is over-clocking lol*
"Listen all I can tell you is," He tries to think if there's anything he can put into words, "Something fairly big has happened with my rising, like manifestations of me in certain, ways. . . I swear I'm trying to explain as best as I can but it's hazy & confusing for me so..." He has one of his strawberries & offers one to Iralias.
He smiles and takes it, eating it. "I trust you enough to not press, my friend." He says with a smile. "My offer still stands though; if you need my help with anything, let me know."
"Um, you know, I know some people can do magic through music, and I was curious if you know anything about it."
The door clatters open as the backside of an overburdened young woman pushes against it, struggling with a mound of luggage. An overlarge plaid shirt and baggy flares adorned with handstitched daisies complement her burgundy waistcoat nicely and a few bead necklaces are slung from her neck. When she looks up, you see the marks of her elven heritage in her features, the green-tinged hazel skin that marks wood elf parentage clearly visible although her ears are rounded. Chestnut hair hangs in a bob that just brushes her shoulders and suggests to the eye a not-quite bedhair aesthetic, while her emerald eyes dance with lively curiosity at the variety of patrons in the room.
*New PC if anyone is interested.*
A weary looking half-elf with a missing arm waves at the newcomer from a table
The woman waves back and smiles kindly at him.
*Sorry I was busy with something but I'm back.*
"Who might you be?"
*It's fine dw about it.* "I? I am Sarah Featherbridge, Master of the Multiverse," she says with a smile.
"Theren Dotsk, half-elf ranger of the Dead Pines. At your service." he says with a bow.
She chuckles at the formality of it but responds in kind. *My replies are gonna be slow btw.*
*Alright*
Theren sits back down. "So what brings you here Sarah?"
"Oh, am old student gave me a holiday here and I gladly accepted - this place is so interesting and I could never normally afford interplanar travel costs!"
"How kind of them. I do agree that this place is interesting."
Bitrelyn is sitting at her table, eating scrambled eggs, hash brown (The good shredded ones too), bacon, and some breakfast pastries. Her book sits, closed, on the table next to her.
Kat'Chka is still at the table along the wall, Silversilk, his mechanical spider, sitting underneath it.
Bitrelyn is sitting at her table, eating scrambled eggs, hash brown (The good shredded ones too), bacon, and some breakfast pastries. Her book sits, closed, on the table next to her.
Kat'Chka is still at the table along the wall, Silversilk, his mechanical spider, sitting underneath it.
A clone trooper in blue and green armor walks up them.
Raillen lowers herself from a branch she's hanging on, "Hey."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Albwin looks at her. "Hi."
*Need description of Albwin?*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*-inhale- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -cries- bye!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He looks over, then looks away and sits at an empty table, not seeming to be able to relax, constantly weary
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*kid half elf in purple robes with staff right?*
"What'cha doin'?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The half-elf joins him. "Names Theren. Who might you be?"
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*Well he's changed so he's now wearing forest green robes and has an oaken staff.*
"Practicing magic." in his right hand is an oak staff that seems to be alive.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*my brain is over-clocking lol*
"Listen all I can tell you is," He tries to think if there's anything he can put into words, "Something fairly big has happened with my rising, like manifestations of me in certain, ways. . . I swear I'm trying to explain as best as I can but it's hazy & confusing for me so..." He has one of his strawberries & offers one to Iralias.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Ah, still practicing?" He lands off of the branch.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“Ashton.” He orders a coffee
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Yea its not going very well though."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
"Pleasure to meet you. Where are you from?"
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
"I know magic so I could probably help."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He smiles and takes it, eating it. "I trust you enough to not press, my friend." He says with a smile. "My offer still stands though; if you need my help with anything, let me know."
"You could?"
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
"Oh, am old student gave me a holiday here and I gladly accepted - this place is so interesting and I could never normally afford interplanar travel costs!"
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Um, you know, I know some people can do magic through music, and I was curious if you know anything about it."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"How kind of them. I do agree that this place is interesting."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Bitrelyn is sitting at her table, eating scrambled eggs, hash brown (The good shredded ones too), bacon, and some breakfast pastries. Her book sits, closed, on the table next to her.
Kat'Chka is still at the table along the wall, Silversilk, his mechanical spider, sitting underneath it.
A clone trooper in blue and green armor walks up them.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.