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?"
“Ashton.” He orders a coffee
"Pleasure to meet you. Where are you from?"
“My cabin” he sips his coffee “chalky… there was poison in this cup, what a futile attempt” he keeps drinking it
Theren slides a packet of sugar over to Ashton. "Should make it taste better."
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?"
“Ashton.” He orders a coffee
"Pleasure to meet you. Where are you from?"
“My cabin” he sips his coffee “chalky… there was poison in this cup, what a futile attempt” he keeps drinking it
Theren slides a packet of sugar over to Ashton. "Should make it taste better."
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."
He nods, "Let me grab my guitar," He goes & grabs it, coming back pretty fast.
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 quickly pulls out his maul, as his lower hands pull out his two pistols. "That is Silversilk, my companion, I built her." He says, his antennae waving in the air. At the mention of her name, Silversilk crawls out from under the table, her front two legs waving in the air.
"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."
"You survived in the woods alone from the age of five? Or did someone take you in?"
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 quickly pulls out his maul, as his lower hands pull out his two pistols. "That is Silversilk, my companion, I built her." He says, his antennae waving in the air. At the mention of her name, Silversilk crawls out from under the table, her front two legs waving in the air.
The clone draws another pistol. "Sure looks a lot like a spider droid!"
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."
He nods, "Let me grab my guitar," He goes & grabs it, coming back pretty fast.
Iralias grins. "Want to do this outside, or up in my room? It'll be easier to learn and for me to train you somewhere we aren't as likely to get interrupted, and where I can actually hear you better."
"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."
"You survived in the woods alone from the age of five? Or did someone take you in?"
"I was alone for a long time. No one wanted to take me in. No one trusted me."
"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."
"You survived in the woods alone from the age of five? Or did someone take you in?"
"I was alone for a long time. No one wanted to take me in. No one trusted me."
"Impressive - most kids that age can't tell their left from their right, let alone forage for food for years - that's something many experienced explorers can't manage!"
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 quickly pulls out his maul, as his lower hands pull out his two pistols. "That is Silversilk, my companion, I built her." He says, his antennae waving in the air. At the mention of her name, Silversilk crawls out from under the table, her front two legs waving in the air.
The clone draws another pistol. "Sure looks a lot like a spider droid!"
Silver silk hisses, sparks flying from her mouth. Kat'Chka glares at him, unblinking ('Cuz compound eyes, y'know.). I. Built. Her. He says evenly, and telepathically. She is no threat, so long as you don't attack either of us.
"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."
"You survived in the woods alone from the age of five? Or did someone take you in?"
"I was alone for a long time. No one wanted to take me in. No one trusted me."
"Impressive - most kids that age can't tell their left from their right, let alone forage for food for years - that's something many experienced explorers can't manage!"
"Well I was forced to grow up faster than most and have serious trauma cause of it."
“…thanks” he continues drinking the coffee
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"I was 3. I saw magic and thought it was beautiful. So I signed the contract. My mother was sick and I thought I could heal her."
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.
"Your welcome."
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 nods, "Let me grab my guitar," He goes & grabs it, coming back pretty fast.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Kat'Chka quickly pulls out his maul, as his lower hands pull out his two pistols. "That is Silversilk, my companion, I built her." He says, his antennae waving in the air. At the mention of her name, Silversilk crawls out from under the table, her front two legs waving in the air.
"Would you happen to need the pact still?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"You survived in the woods alone from the age of five? Or did someone take you in?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
The clone draws another pistol. "Sure looks a lot like a spider droid!"
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.
"No."
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.
Iralias grins. "Want to do this outside, or up in my room? It'll be easier to learn and for me to train you somewhere we aren't as likely to get interrupted, and where I can actually hear you better."
*Theren and Phoenix, couldya snip that quote chain? It's kinda long.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
"I was alone for a long time. No one wanted to take me in. No one trusted me."
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.
*Yeah. I got ya!*
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 cracks his knuckles, "So could I get the details of your Patron?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*oh yeah woops, sorry.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Impressive - most kids that age can't tell their left from their right, let alone forage for food for years - that's something many experienced explorers can't manage!"
Chilling kinda vibe.
"He has purple eyes. Wears an all black suit and has red horns."
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.
Silver silk hisses, sparks flying from her mouth. Kat'Chka glares at him, unblinking ('Cuz compound eyes, y'know.). I. Built. Her. He says evenly, and telepathically. She is no threat, so long as you don't attack either of us.
"Well I was forced to grow up faster than most and have serious trauma cause of it."
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.
*Thanks guys, I appreciate it.*
Chilling kinda vibe.