"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."
"Yeah. I mostly teach music, so fingers crossed I get to meet some bards and performers while I'm here - that'd be the dream!"
"There are some bards here. I have no idea where they are but they are rather nice folk." he says this with a half shrug on the account of having no left arm.
She decides it would be impolite to ask. "Oh awesome! Did you ever go to school? I know a lot of people never did, the state education system isn't great in most kingdoms."
"Never had the chance. I've been in the woods since I was....5. I'm now 43. You pick up things though."
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."
Iralias pauses and smiles. "Indeed I do. I wasn't made one of the chief bards of Titiana, the Fey Queen of Summer for nothing."
"I should just expect everyone to be some big rank or whatever thing from now on."
He laughs. "Nope. A lot of the people here are, but not as many as you'd think. Most of the people here are just adventurers, or people who wanted to explore someplace new."
"Anyways, could you teach me any about please or?"
He smiles even more. "You want me to teach you how to be a true bard then?" He asks, as though he wants to make sure he's hearing Raxern right.
"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."
"Yeah. I mostly teach music, so fingers crossed I get to meet some bards and performers while I'm here - that'd be the dream!"
"There are some bards here. I have no idea where they are but they are rather nice folk." he says this with a half shrug on the account of having no left arm.
She decides it would be impolite to ask. "Oh awesome! Did you ever go to school? I know a lot of people never did, the state education system isn't great in most kingdoms."
"Never had the chance. I've been in the woods since I was....5. I'm now 43. You pick up things though."
"That's a shame. So how did you end up in the woods? Sounds like quite a story."
"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."
"Yeah. I mostly teach music, so fingers crossed I get to meet some bards and performers while I'm here - that'd be the dream!"
"There are some bards here. I have no idea where they are but they are rather nice folk." he says this with a half shrug on the account of having no left arm.
She decides it would be impolite to ask. "Oh awesome! Did you ever go to school? I know a lot of people never did, the state education system isn't great in most kingdoms."
"Never had the chance. I've been in the woods since I was....5. I'm now 43. You pick up things though."
"That's a shame. So how did you end up in the woods? Sounds like quite a story."
"An orc war party burned down the elvish village I lived in. Not really a shame there. The kids were jerks. I ran from the burning village and lived in the woods ever since."
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.
Without even turning to face them, Kat'Chka speaks, albeit in a rather thick accent. "Greetings. What may I help you with?" His second pair of arms are still fidgeting with various scraps, building and disassembling small machines with lightning speed.
The clone places something down on the table. A hologram of Obi-Wan Kenobi shows up above the disk. "Have you see this man?" the clone asks.
Kat'Chka seems intrigued by the hologram, but shakes his head. "No. I can't say I have. Why?"
"He is wanted by the Galactic Empire."
"I don't know of any 'Galactic Empire,' let alone this man."
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.
Without even turning to face them, Kat'Chka speaks, albeit in a rather thick accent. "Greetings. What may I help you with?" His second pair of arms are still fidgeting with various scraps, building and disassembling small machines with lightning speed.
The clone places something down on the table. A hologram of Obi-Wan Kenobi shows up above the disk. "Have you see this man?" the clone asks.
Kat'Chka seems intrigued by the hologram, but shakes his head. "No. I can't say I have. Why?"
"He is wanted by the Galactic Empire."
"I don't know of any 'Galactic Empire,' let alone this man."
"Good to know." he grabs the hologram and puts it away. "Let me know if you see him." The clone then notices the spider and backs up quickly drawing his blaster pistol. "CLANKER!"
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."
Iralias pauses and smiles. "Indeed I do. I wasn't made one of the chief bards of Titiana, the Fey Queen of Summer for nothing."
"I should just expect everyone to be some big rank or whatever thing from now on."
He laughs. "Nope. A lot of the people here are, but not as many as you'd think. Most of the people here are just adventurers, or people who wanted to explore someplace new."
"Anyways, could you teach me any about please or?"
He smiles even more. "You want me to teach you how to be a true bard then?" He asks, as though he wants to make sure he's hearing Raxern right.
"Uh, yeah, combines two things I like."
He smiles. "First thing for that is I'd need to train you more musically. Then we can start with intertwining magic and music."
"Hm, the staff your focus?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Never had the chance. I've been in the woods since I was....5. I'm now 43. You pick up things 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.
"Yea."
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.
"Uh, yeah, combines two things I like."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Okay. . . what do you get your magic from? You know born with it, nerd, a pact with someone or something, you get the gist."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I made a pact with the Fiend."
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.
"Okay. . . have you displeased them?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Probably."
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.
"That's a shame. So how did you end up in the woods? Sounds like quite a story."
Chilling kinda vibe.
He finger guns, "That's probably it, might be cutting off some of your magic because you did."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"An orc war party burned down the elvish village I lived in. Not really a shame there. The kids were jerks. I ran from the burning village and lived in the woods ever since."
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.
"Great." Albwin sits down on the log and looks depressingly at the ground.
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.
"What do they normally want of you?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"To listen to him, and to hurt others. To kill 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.
"And let me guess they have your soul?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yea."
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 don't know of any 'Galactic Empire,' let alone this man."
"Good to know." he grabs the hologram and puts it away. "Let me know if you see him." The clone then notices the spider and backs up quickly drawing his blaster pistol. "CLANKER!"
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.
He smiles. "First thing for that is I'd need to train you more musically. Then we can start with intertwining magic and music."
"mmhm, why was the pact made?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.