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."
"Closed rooms have better acoustics normally."
Iralias nods, and stands up. "Alright. Follow me then." He starts to head towards the stairs up to the second floor.
He follows.
Eventually, they come to one of the doors, which Iralias opens, revealing a surprisingly beautiful room. It doesn't look like Raxern would expect. Instead, what appear to be several trees dot the room, with the ceiling appearing to be their branches, and sunlight streaming in through the small gaps. Even the furniture is similar, seeming to be made from branches and leaves, the exception being the mattress for the bed. A beautiful brick fireplace is center of the walls opposite the bed, with several chairs and a coffee table set in front of it. Iralias walks over to one of the chairs, slinging the guitar off his back as he goes. "Close the door behind you, my friend." He calls. Hanging from one of the branches, Raxern can see Orchid, Iralias' Faerie Dragon Companion, grinning friendlily at him.
There is a loud roar as a transport ship arrives and lands in a clearing. Blitz stands nearby as the ship lands. The door opens and clone troopers in white armor file out and stand in a single file line facing Blitz.
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."
“…thanks” he continues drinking the coffee
"Your welcome."
He’s staying silent for the most part
"I take it you don't have a lot of experience with human and non-human interaction?"
“Quite the opposite, I just don’t like talking”
"And why's that?"
“Everyone one I’ve talked to tends to try to kill me”
"Well you have my word that I won't try to kill you."
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."
“…thanks” he continues drinking the coffee
"Your welcome."
He’s staying silent for the most part
"I take it you don't have a lot of experience with human and non-human interaction?"
“Quite the opposite, I just don’t like talking”
"And why's that?"
“Everyone one I’ve talked to tends to try to kill me”
"Well you have my word that I won't try to kill you."
“Hm” he keeps drinking his coffee
Theren drums his fingers on the table humming slightly. "So, why did you come here?"
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."
"Closed rooms have better acoustics normally."
Iralias nods, and stands up. "Alright. Follow me then." He starts to head towards the stairs up to the second floor.
He follows.
Eventually, they come to one of the doors, which Iralias opens, revealing a surprisingly beautiful room. It doesn't look like Raxern would expect. Instead, what appear to be several trees dot the room, with the ceiling appearing to be their branches, and sunlight streaming in through the small gaps. Even the furniture is similar, seeming to be made from branches and leaves, the exception being the mattress for the bed. A beautiful brick fireplace is center of the walls opposite the bed, with several chairs and a coffee table set in front of it. Iralias walks over to one of the chairs, slinging the guitar off his back as he goes. "Close the door behind you, my friend." He calls. Hanging from one of the branches, Raxern can see Orchid, Iralias' Faerie Dragon Companion, grinning friendlily at him.
"what, the. . ." He closes the door but still looks around, before catching orchid's gaze.
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."
“…thanks” he continues drinking the coffee
"Your welcome."
He’s staying silent for the most part
"I take it you don't have a lot of experience with human and non-human interaction?"
“Quite the opposite, I just don’t like talking”
"And why's that?"
“Everyone one I’ve talked to tends to try to kill me”
"Well you have my word that I won't try to kill you."
“Hm” he keeps drinking his coffee
Theren drums his fingers on the table humming slightly. "So, why did you come here?"
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."
“…thanks” he continues drinking the coffee
"Your welcome."
He’s staying silent for the most part
"I take it you don't have a lot of experience with human and non-human interaction?"
“Quite the opposite, I just don’t like talking”
"And why's that?"
“Everyone one I’ve talked to tends to try to kill me”
"Well you have my word that I won't try to kill you."
“Hm” he keeps drinking his coffee
Theren drums his fingers on the table humming slightly. "So, why did you come here?"
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."
"Closed rooms have better acoustics normally."
Iralias nods, and stands up. "Alright. Follow me then." He starts to head towards the stairs up to the second floor.
He follows.
Eventually, they come to one of the doors, which Iralias opens, revealing a surprisingly beautiful room. It doesn't look like Raxern would expect. Instead, what appear to be several trees dot the room, with the ceiling appearing to be their branches, and sunlight streaming in through the small gaps. Even the furniture is similar, seeming to be made from branches and leaves, the exception being the mattress for the bed. A beautiful brick fireplace is center of the walls opposite the bed, with several chairs and a coffee table set in front of it. Iralias walks over to one of the chairs, slinging the guitar off his back as he goes. "Close the door behind you, my friend." He calls. Hanging from one of the branches, Raxern can see Orchid, Iralias' Faerie Dragon Companion, grinning friendlily at him.
"what, the. . ." He closes the door but still looks around, before catching orchid's gaze.
Eventually, they come to one of the doors, which Iralias opens, revealing a surprisingly beautiful room. It doesn't look like Raxern would expect. Instead, what appear to be several trees dot the room, with the ceiling appearing to be their branches, and sunlight streaming in through the small gaps. Even the furniture is similar, seeming to be made from branches and leaves, the exception being the mattress for the bed. A beautiful brick fireplace is center of the walls opposite the bed, with several chairs and a coffee table set in front of it. Iralias walks over to one of the chairs, slinging the guitar off his back as he goes. "Close the door behind you, my friend." He calls. Hanging from one of the branches, Raxern can see Orchid, Iralias' Faerie Dragon Companion, grinning friendlily at him.
"what, the. . ." He closes the door but still looks around, before catching orchid's gaze.
Iralias laughs. "You good, my friend?"
"I'd ask how did you put a forest in a room, but magic is nuts so." He sits down, breaking eye contact with Orchid.
"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."
"Well I'm no therapist so I can't help you there. Mind you, even if I were, I'm on holiday and would still refuse. Holidays are sacred times."
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Chilling kinda vibe.
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"Kid relax you dont even really know me."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Eventually, they come to one of the doors, which Iralias opens, revealing a surprisingly beautiful room. It doesn't look like Raxern would expect. Instead, what appear to be several trees dot the room, with the ceiling appearing to be their branches, and sunlight streaming in through the small gaps. Even the furniture is similar, seeming to be made from branches and leaves, the exception being the mattress for the bed. A beautiful brick fireplace is center of the walls opposite the bed, with several chairs and a coffee table set in front of it. Iralias walks over to one of the chairs, slinging the guitar off his back as he goes. "Close the door behind you, my friend." He calls. Hanging from one of the branches, Raxern can see Orchid, Iralias' Faerie Dragon Companion, grinning friendlily at him.
"Still you could die and get reanimated as a servant. I don't want you risking that."
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.
"Ugh fine I could get back up before I try."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Cutscene time! Feel free to interact!*
There is a loud roar as a transport ship arrives and lands in a clearing. Blitz stands nearby as the ship lands. The door opens and clone troopers in white armor file out and stand in a single file line facing Blitz.
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.
"Ok. You better cause I don't want to have to kill you cause your tryna kill me." Albwin says with a smile.
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.
“Hm” he keeps drinking his coffee
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Theren drums his fingers on the table humming slightly. "So, why did you come here?"
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, the. . ." He closes the door but still looks around, before catching orchid's gaze.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“I’m gonna start a farm”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
He just shrugs.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Sounds lovely."
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.
Albwin stands up and stretches.
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.
"Raillen, you are?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"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.
Iralias laughs. "You good, my friend?"
"I'd ask how did you put a forest in a room, but magic is nuts so." He sits down, breaking eye contact with Orchid.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“Thanks”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*gtg guys!*
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 I'm no therapist so I can't help you there. Mind you, even if I were, I'm on holiday and would still refuse. Holidays are sacred times."
Chilling kinda vibe.