Raven is now sleeping with Saharus and Armagnus, which makes cute chirping noises
*Oh, hi!*
Sik is admiring the kiddens
*Sorry for not letting you know sooner Al*
Armagnus looked a lot like his mother, although their feathers were a dark reddish in hue, they slept peacefully, and snuggled close to Raven, who groggily woke up
Saharus was more of a Kobold, and yet eas loud like a baby Kenku, she had black scales on her body, with a feathery down of baby fluff on their head.
Raven was awake because of Saharus's demands for food.
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a stupid little tire swing while watching people go by him. To others it might like the swing was moving on its, like the wind was pushing it. But really he was tere, just invisible to the eye.
He wears a black tank-top, black shorts, thigh high socks, and sunglasses. A lollipop stick hangs out of his mouth as he groans to himself "So boring"
*Timewarp Yazrin out of PMs.*
Yazrin is training again. He seems a little more...aggressive than before, but still fully in control.
"Hm" he thinks and teleported over, watching him
Yazrin is using his swords again. 3 targets are already deactivated in piles or armor around him, and he's still battling more. He seems to be muttering to himself as he fights them.
Xan chuckles and gets close to him, revealing himself from the invisibility
He's definitely muttering to himself. Something about "What did I just do?" and "Why?" etc. What do you want now, Xan? He asks telepathically, maybe a little harshly, as he parries attacks form two separate targets, countering them with vicious attacks that send them reeling.
"Checking on you, what else would I be doing?" He says
He snorts. You don't truly care about me. Not anymore than you would care about a toy. He rather aggressively attacks a third target with a vicious three-stroke routine, dropping it in a heap before diving into a roll to dodge an attack from another target. He comes out of the roll low, and stabs both blades into its thighs, dropping it to the ground where it writhes in mock pain.
Xan rolls his eyes "so my words were correct then, you are boring" he said "and serious, you never seem to chill out"
He turns a surprisingly fiery gaze on Xan. "Not right now, at least. I am [1Gp]ing [1gp]ed at you right now. I'll chill out later." He stands and nonchalantly stabs the target on the ground through the heart with his rapier before turning to the last remaining one, which is backpedaling from him.
Xan laughs and moves towards him, his blue hair is traded out for fluffy dark brown dyed white at the ends, his fair skin now pale, his delicate features become for angular. He smiles and pokes Yazrin's cheek "Not that I care what you could possibly say to me"
Yazrin laughs. "And what about what I could do to you? I could easily send you back to the hells." His tone is icy cold, and his eyes are fiery.
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Nah, I don't really got time for rp right now. I'm just chilling on the computer for a moment. Also experimenting a bit in character creator.*
*Too bad...Iralias has changed actually...he has a girlfriend now. Kinda wondered what V's reaction would be.*
*Nothing to big, just 'Congratulations!' and a smile for him, the reason I will not reveal yet until my full return, if I remember to be interested in playing V.*
*......Oh boy...*
*Anyways, I wanna make a character, but I don't wanna just use a normal humanoid race like a human or elf or even a dwarf or halfling. I wanna use a monstrous race, like another goblin (which I would love, but the physical description side is a bit lackluster for me, since all I can think about is a copy-pasted Zylna with a few minor changes), or a lizardfolk, or something. I just feel like I have both too many and not enough options, y'know?*
*You don't have to use a 'monstrous' race. You can always go with one of the more exotic ones. I made Bitrelyn, my female Triton storm sorcerer, when I wanted to do something exotic or unusual.*
*Eh, I prefer monstrous races. I just love kobolds and goblins, and I just wanna stuff a million of them in a room and watch the chaos ensue. Anyways, I honestly don't have a lot of different sources to choose from, since a majority of the races I DO have I'm not really interested in and/or I've already made enough of, and the other few I am interested in is... well, monstrous races + a couple other things like gnomes. I have a thousand and one different ideas for human characters, but for some reason it's so hard to think of an idea for literally any other race. I have a few 'ah-ha!' moments here and there, but then it just quickly devolves into something uninteresting to me.*
*...I actually feel that. Somehow, I have managed to NOT play a single human in the 7 years or so that I've been playing DnD, though. Unfortunately, the DM's usually put a bar on the "monstrous" races. The exception was Lhurr, and that was because it was such an awesome idea that the DM just had to allow it. I mean, Orc Tribal Shaman. C'mon. He's awesome.*
*That is interesting.*
*...... AND HERE'S A WAVE OF INSPIRATION, BRB*
*C'ya!*
*Okay, hear me out, a goblin that was taken in by dwarves as a baby, raised AS a dwarf, and due to the chaotic nature of their goblin heritage, found a calling in fighting, so they are a beserker battlerager with spiky(honestly didn't realize there wasn't an e in that word for some reason, am I slightly dyslexic?) armor, so sometimes uses themselves as a literal spike-ball weapon whenever they can. -deep breath- Still working out finer details, but that's what I got so far.*
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a stupid little tire swing while watching people go by him. To others it might like the swing was moving on its, like the wind was pushing it. But really he was tere, just invisible to the eye.
He wears a black tank-top, black shorts, thigh high socks, and sunglasses. A lollipop stick hangs out of his mouth as he groans to himself "So boring"
*Timewarp Yazrin out of PMs.*
Yazrin is training again. He seems a little more...aggressive than before, but still fully in control.
"Hm" he thinks and teleported over, watching him
Yazrin is using his swords again. 3 targets are already deactivated in piles or armor around him, and he's still battling more. He seems to be muttering to himself as he fights them.
Xan chuckles and gets close to him, revealing himself from the invisibility
He's definitely muttering to himself. Something about "What did I just do?" and "Why?" etc. What do you want now, Xan? He asks telepathically, maybe a little harshly, as he parries attacks form two separate targets, countering them with vicious attacks that send them reeling.
"Checking on you, what else would I be doing?" He says
He snorts. You don't truly care about me. Not anymore than you would care about a toy. He rather aggressively attacks a third target with a vicious three-stroke routine, dropping it in a heap before diving into a roll to dodge an attack from another target. He comes out of the roll low, and stabs both blades into its thighs, dropping it to the ground where it writhes in mock pain.
Xan rolls his eyes "so my words were correct then, you are boring" he said "and serious, you never seem to chill out"
He turns a surprisingly fiery gaze on Xan. "Not right now, at least. I am [1Gp]ing [1gp]ed at you right now. I'll chill out later." He stands and nonchalantly stabs the target on the ground through the heart with his rapier before turning to the last remaining one, which is backpedaling from him.
Xan laughs and moves towards him, his blue hair is traded out for fluffy dark brown dyed white at the ends, his fair skin now pale, his delicate features become for angular. He smiles and pokes Yazrin's cheek "Not that I care what you could possibly say to me"
Yazrin laughs. "And what about what I could do to you? I could easily send you back to the hells." His tone is icy cold, and his eyes are fiery.
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
Yazrin growls. "Don't try me, Xan." He charges the remaining target, hitting it with such a flurry of blows the Xan can't even count them.
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a stupid little tire swing while watching people go by him. To others it might like the swing was moving on its, like the wind was pushing it. But really he was tere, just invisible to the eye.
He wears a black tank-top, black shorts, thigh high socks, and sunglasses. A lollipop stick hangs out of his mouth as he groans to himself "So boring"
*Timewarp Yazrin out of PMs.*
Yazrin is training again. He seems a little more...aggressive than before, but still fully in control.
"Hm" he thinks and teleported over, watching him
Yazrin is using his swords again. 3 targets are already deactivated in piles or armor around him, and he's still battling more. He seems to be muttering to himself as he fights them.
Xan chuckles and gets close to him, revealing himself from the invisibility
He's definitely muttering to himself. Something about "What did I just do?" and "Why?" etc. What do you want now, Xan? He asks telepathically, maybe a little harshly, as he parries attacks form two separate targets, countering them with vicious attacks that send them reeling.
"Checking on you, what else would I be doing?" He says
He snorts. You don't truly care about me. Not anymore than you would care about a toy. He rather aggressively attacks a third target with a vicious three-stroke routine, dropping it in a heap before diving into a roll to dodge an attack from another target. He comes out of the roll low, and stabs both blades into its thighs, dropping it to the ground where it writhes in mock pain.
Xan rolls his eyes "so my words were correct then, you are boring" he said "and serious, you never seem to chill out"
He turns a surprisingly fiery gaze on Xan. "Not right now, at least. I am [1Gp]ing [1gp]ed at you right now. I'll chill out later." He stands and nonchalantly stabs the target on the ground through the heart with his rapier before turning to the last remaining one, which is backpedaling from him.
Xan laughs and moves towards him, his blue hair is traded out for fluffy dark brown dyed white at the ends, his fair skin now pale, his delicate features become for angular. He smiles and pokes Yazrin's cheek "Not that I care what you could possibly say to me"
Yazrin laughs. "And what about what I could do to you? I could easily send you back to the hells." His tone is icy cold, and his eyes are fiery.
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
Yazrin growls. "Don't try me, Xan." He charges the remaining target, hitting it with such a flurry of blows the Xan can't even count them.
"Fine then" he says and appears besides Yazrin "one more thing before you decide that this is your life path" he says and chuckles. He kisses Hazel b's cheek and grins "there"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Nah, I don't really got time for rp right now. I'm just chilling on the computer for a moment. Also experimenting a bit in character creator.*
*Too bad...Iralias has changed actually...he has a girlfriend now. Kinda wondered what V's reaction would be.*
*Nothing to big, just 'Congratulations!' and a smile for him, the reason I will not reveal yet until my full return, if I remember to be interested in playing V.*
*......Oh boy...*
*Anyways, I wanna make a character, but I don't wanna just use a normal humanoid race like a human or elf or even a dwarf or halfling. I wanna use a monstrous race, like another goblin (which I would love, but the physical description side is a bit lackluster for me, since all I can think about is a copy-pasted Zylna with a few minor changes), or a lizardfolk, or something. I just feel like I have both too many and not enough options, y'know?*
*You don't have to use a 'monstrous' race. You can always go with one of the more exotic ones. I made Bitrelyn, my female Triton storm sorcerer, when I wanted to do something exotic or unusual.*
*Eh, I prefer monstrous races. I just love kobolds and goblins, and I just wanna stuff a million of them in a room and watch the chaos ensue. Anyways, I honestly don't have a lot of different sources to choose from, since a majority of the races I DO have I'm not really interested in and/or I've already made enough of, and the other few I am interested in is... well, monstrous races + a couple other things like gnomes. I have a thousand and one different ideas for human characters, but for some reason it's so hard to think of an idea for literally any other race. I have a few 'ah-ha!' moments here and there, but then it just quickly devolves into something uninteresting to me.*
*...I actually feel that. Somehow, I have managed to NOT play a single human in the 7 years or so that I've been playing DnD, though. Unfortunately, the DM's usually put a bar on the "monstrous" races. The exception was Lhurr, and that was because it was such an awesome idea that the DM just had to allow it. I mean, Orc Tribal Shaman. C'mon. He's awesome.*
*That is interesting.*
*...... AND HERE'S A WAVE OF INSPIRATION, BRB*
*C'ya!*
*Okay, hear me out, a goblin that was taken in by dwarves as a baby, raised AS a dwarf, and due to the chaotic nature of their goblin heritage, found a calling in fighting, so they are a beserker battlerager with spiky(honestly didn't realize there wasn't an e in that word for some reason, am I slightly dyslexic?) armor, so sometimes uses themselves as a literal spike-ball weapon whenever they can. -deep breath- Still working out finer details, but that's what I got so far.*
*I love it! A goblin battlerager...*
*That uses spiked gauntlets as a weapon! Twist: They're (gender is still a decision, but I'm leaning towards female) actually quite good in the alignment sense, just loves battle like the dwarves they were raised among. Still deciding a bit on a physical description, but I got a small idea of personality. They are actually quite sarcastic, and jokes around a lot, but honestly knows when to be serious if the situation calls for it, they're also very flamboyant and proud of themselves, sometimes making huge scenes (which is usually a 50/50 if it's a good or bad scene) and hates it when people insult their heritage or close ones, often being quick to take the short and forceful solutions to problems. Name is also a decision yet to be made.*
*I wish I had the warforged race, I have a decent robot idea. (May or may not be inspired by pfp.*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a stupid little tire swing while watching people go by him. To others it might like the swing was moving on its, like the wind was pushing it. But really he was tere, just invisible to the eye.
He wears a black tank-top, black shorts, thigh high socks, and sunglasses. A lollipop stick hangs out of his mouth as he groans to himself "So boring"
*Timewarp Yazrin out of PMs.*
Yazrin is training again. He seems a little more...aggressive than before, but still fully in control.
"Hm" he thinks and teleported over, watching him
Yazrin is using his swords again. 3 targets are already deactivated in piles or armor around him, and he's still battling more. He seems to be muttering to himself as he fights them.
Xan chuckles and gets close to him, revealing himself from the invisibility
He's definitely muttering to himself. Something about "What did I just do?" and "Why?" etc. What do you want now, Xan? He asks telepathically, maybe a little harshly, as he parries attacks form two separate targets, countering them with vicious attacks that send them reeling.
"Checking on you, what else would I be doing?" He says
He snorts. You don't truly care about me. Not anymore than you would care about a toy. He rather aggressively attacks a third target with a vicious three-stroke routine, dropping it in a heap before diving into a roll to dodge an attack from another target. He comes out of the roll low, and stabs both blades into its thighs, dropping it to the ground where it writhes in mock pain.
Xan rolls his eyes "so my words were correct then, you are boring" he said "and serious, you never seem to chill out"
He turns a surprisingly fiery gaze on Xan. "Not right now, at least. I am [1Gp]ing [1gp]ed at you right now. I'll chill out later." He stands and nonchalantly stabs the target on the ground through the heart with his rapier before turning to the last remaining one, which is backpedaling from him.
Xan laughs and moves towards him, his blue hair is traded out for fluffy dark brown dyed white at the ends, his fair skin now pale, his delicate features become for angular. He smiles and pokes Yazrin's cheek "Not that I care what you could possibly say to me"
Yazrin laughs. "And what about what I could do to you? I could easily send you back to the hells." His tone is icy cold, and his eyes are fiery.
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
Yazrin growls. "Don't try me, Xan." He charges the remaining target, hitting it with such a flurry of blows the Xan can't even count them.
"Fine then" he says and appears besides Yazrin "one more thing before you decide that this is your life path" he says and chuckles. He kisses Hazel b's cheek and grins "there"
*Guessing you meant kisses Yazrin's cheek.*
He glares at Xan, a mix between wanting to slit his throat and kiss him. His breath is coming heavy now.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a stupid little tire swing while watching people go by him. To others it might like the swing was moving on its, like the wind was pushing it. But really he was tere, just invisible to the eye.
He wears a black tank-top, black shorts, thigh high socks, and sunglasses. A lollipop stick hangs out of his mouth as he groans to himself "So boring"
*Timewarp Yazrin out of PMs.*
Yazrin is training again. He seems a little more...aggressive than before, but still fully in control.
"Hm" he thinks and teleported over, watching him
Yazrin is using his swords again. 3 targets are already deactivated in piles or armor around him, and he's still battling more. He seems to be muttering to himself as he fights them.
Xan chuckles and gets close to him, revealing himself from the invisibility
He's definitely muttering to himself. Something about "What did I just do?" and "Why?" etc. What do you want now, Xan? He asks telepathically, maybe a little harshly, as he parries attacks form two separate targets, countering them with vicious attacks that send them reeling.
"Checking on you, what else would I be doing?" He says
He snorts. You don't truly care about me. Not anymore than you would care about a toy. He rather aggressively attacks a third target with a vicious three-stroke routine, dropping it in a heap before diving into a roll to dodge an attack from another target. He comes out of the roll low, and stabs both blades into its thighs, dropping it to the ground where it writhes in mock pain.
Xan rolls his eyes "so my words were correct then, you are boring" he said "and serious, you never seem to chill out"
He turns a surprisingly fiery gaze on Xan. "Not right now, at least. I am [1Gp]ing [1gp]ed at you right now. I'll chill out later." He stands and nonchalantly stabs the target on the ground through the heart with his rapier before turning to the last remaining one, which is backpedaling from him.
Xan laughs and moves towards him, his blue hair is traded out for fluffy dark brown dyed white at the ends, his fair skin now pale, his delicate features become for angular. He smiles and pokes Yazrin's cheek "Not that I care what you could possibly say to me"
Yazrin laughs. "And what about what I could do to you? I could easily send you back to the hells." His tone is icy cold, and his eyes are fiery.
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
Yazrin growls. "Don't try me, Xan." He charges the remaining target, hitting it with such a flurry of blows the Xan can't even count them.
"Fine then" he says and appears besides Yazrin "one more thing before you decide that this is your life path" he says and chuckles. He kisses Yazrin's cheek and grins "there"
*Guessing you meant kisses Yazrin's cheek.*
He glares at Xan, a mix between wanting to slit his throat and kiss him. His breath is coming heavy now.
*Yes, my autocorrect likes to think its funny *
Xan chuckles "now look here, someone is all...fired up, as people say"
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a stupid little tire swing while watching people go by him. To others it might like the swing was moving on its, like the wind was pushing it. But really he was tere, just invisible to the eye.
He wears a black tank-top, black shorts, thigh high socks, and sunglasses. A lollipop stick hangs out of his mouth as he groans to himself "So boring"
*Timewarp Yazrin out of PMs.*
Yazrin is training again. He seems a little more...aggressive than before, but still fully in control.
"Hm" he thinks and teleported over, watching him
Yazrin is using his swords again. 3 targets are already deactivated in piles or armor around him, and he's still battling more. He seems to be muttering to himself as he fights them.
Xan chuckles and gets close to him, revealing himself from the invisibility
He's definitely muttering to himself. Something about "What did I just do?" and "Why?" etc. What do you want now, Xan? He asks telepathically, maybe a little harshly, as he parries attacks form two separate targets, countering them with vicious attacks that send them reeling.
"Checking on you, what else would I be doing?" He says
He snorts. You don't truly care about me. Not anymore than you would care about a toy. He rather aggressively attacks a third target with a vicious three-stroke routine, dropping it in a heap before diving into a roll to dodge an attack from another target. He comes out of the roll low, and stabs both blades into its thighs, dropping it to the ground where it writhes in mock pain.
Xan rolls his eyes "so my words were correct then, you are boring" he said "and serious, you never seem to chill out"
He turns a surprisingly fiery gaze on Xan. "Not right now, at least. I am [1Gp]ing [1gp]ed at you right now. I'll chill out later." He stands and nonchalantly stabs the target on the ground through the heart with his rapier before turning to the last remaining one, which is backpedaling from him.
Xan laughs and moves towards him, his blue hair is traded out for fluffy dark brown dyed white at the ends, his fair skin now pale, his delicate features become for angular. He smiles and pokes Yazrin's cheek "Not that I care what you could possibly say to me"
Yazrin laughs. "And what about what I could do to you? I could easily send you back to the hells." His tone is icy cold, and his eyes are fiery.
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
Yazrin growls. "Don't try me, Xan." He charges the remaining target, hitting it with such a flurry of blows the Xan can't even count them.
"Fine then" he says and appears besides Yazrin "one more thing before you decide that this is your life path" he says and chuckles. He kisses Yazrin's cheek and grins "there"
*Guessing you meant kisses Yazrin's cheek.*
He glares at Xan, a mix between wanting to slit his throat and kiss him. His breath is coming heavy now.
*Yes, my autocorrect likes to think its funny *
Xan chuckles "now look here, someone is all...fired up, as people say"
Yazrin continues to glare at him, breathing heavily. "I [1GP]ing hate you." He says. *Roll perception or insight on that statement if you want.*
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a stupid little tire swing while watching people go by him. To others it might like the swing was moving on its, like the wind was pushing it. But really he was tere, just invisible to the eye.
He wears a black tank-top, black shorts, thigh high socks, and sunglasses. A lollipop stick hangs out of his mouth as he groans to himself "So boring"
*Timewarp Yazrin out of PMs.*
Yazrin is training again. He seems a little more...aggressive than before, but still fully in control.
"Hm" he thinks and teleported over, watching him
Yazrin is using his swords again. 3 targets are already deactivated in piles or armor around him, and he's still battling more. He seems to be muttering to himself as he fights them.
Xan chuckles and gets close to him, revealing himself from the invisibility
He's definitely muttering to himself. Something about "What did I just do?" and "Why?" etc. What do you want now, Xan? He asks telepathically, maybe a little harshly, as he parries attacks form two separate targets, countering them with vicious attacks that send them reeling.
"Checking on you, what else would I be doing?" He says
He snorts. You don't truly care about me. Not anymore than you would care about a toy. He rather aggressively attacks a third target with a vicious three-stroke routine, dropping it in a heap before diving into a roll to dodge an attack from another target. He comes out of the roll low, and stabs both blades into its thighs, dropping it to the ground where it writhes in mock pain.
Xan rolls his eyes "so my words were correct then, you are boring" he said "and serious, you never seem to chill out"
He turns a surprisingly fiery gaze on Xan. "Not right now, at least. I am [1Gp]ing [1gp]ed at you right now. I'll chill out later." He stands and nonchalantly stabs the target on the ground through the heart with his rapier before turning to the last remaining one, which is backpedaling from him.
Xan laughs and moves towards him, his blue hair is traded out for fluffy dark brown dyed white at the ends, his fair skin now pale, his delicate features become for angular. He smiles and pokes Yazrin's cheek "Not that I care what you could possibly say to me"
Yazrin laughs. "And what about what I could do to you? I could easily send you back to the hells." His tone is icy cold, and his eyes are fiery.
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
Yazrin growls. "Don't try me, Xan." He charges the remaining target, hitting it with such a flurry of blows the Xan can't even count them.
"Fine then" he says and appears besides Yazrin "one more thing before you decide that this is your life path" he says and chuckles. He kisses Yazrin's cheek and grins "there"
*Guessing you meant kisses Yazrin's cheek.*
He glares at Xan, a mix between wanting to slit his throat and kiss him. His breath is coming heavy now.
*Yes, my autocorrect likes to think its funny *
Xan chuckles "now look here, someone is all...fired up, as people say"
Yazrin continues to glare at him, breathing heavily. "I [1GP]ing hate you." He says. *Roll perception or insight on that statement if you want.*
*I honestly don't know how to roll on mobile but ill take Insight. If up you could roll a d20+10 *
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a stupid little tire swing while watching people go by him. To others it might like the swing was moving on its, like the wind was pushing it. But really he was tere, just invisible to the eye.
He wears a black tank-top, black shorts, thigh high socks, and sunglasses. A lollipop stick hangs out of his mouth as he groans to himself "So boring"
*Timewarp Yazrin out of PMs.*
Yazrin is training again. He seems a little more...aggressive than before, but still fully in control.
"Hm" he thinks and teleported over, watching him
Yazrin is using his swords again. 3 targets are already deactivated in piles or armor around him, and he's still battling more. He seems to be muttering to himself as he fights them.
Xan chuckles and gets close to him, revealing himself from the invisibility
He's definitely muttering to himself. Something about "What did I just do?" and "Why?" etc. What do you want now, Xan? He asks telepathically, maybe a little harshly, as he parries attacks form two separate targets, countering them with vicious attacks that send them reeling.
"Checking on you, what else would I be doing?" He says
He snorts. You don't truly care about me. Not anymore than you would care about a toy. He rather aggressively attacks a third target with a vicious three-stroke routine, dropping it in a heap before diving into a roll to dodge an attack from another target. He comes out of the roll low, and stabs both blades into its thighs, dropping it to the ground where it writhes in mock pain.
Xan rolls his eyes "so my words were correct then, you are boring" he said "and serious, you never seem to chill out"
He turns a surprisingly fiery gaze on Xan. "Not right now, at least. I am [1Gp]ing [1gp]ed at you right now. I'll chill out later." He stands and nonchalantly stabs the target on the ground through the heart with his rapier before turning to the last remaining one, which is backpedaling from him.
Xan laughs and moves towards him, his blue hair is traded out for fluffy dark brown dyed white at the ends, his fair skin now pale, his delicate features become for angular. He smiles and pokes Yazrin's cheek "Not that I care what you could possibly say to me"
Yazrin laughs. "And what about what I could do to you? I could easily send you back to the hells." His tone is icy cold, and his eyes are fiery.
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
Yazrin growls. "Don't try me, Xan." He charges the remaining target, hitting it with such a flurry of blows the Xan can't even count them.
"Fine then" he says and appears besides Yazrin "one more thing before you decide that this is your life path" he says and chuckles. He kisses Yazrin's cheek and grins "there"
*Guessing you meant kisses Yazrin's cheek.*
He glares at Xan, a mix between wanting to slit his throat and kiss him. His breath is coming heavy now.
*Yes, my autocorrect likes to think its funny *
Xan chuckles "now look here, someone is all...fired up, as people say"
Yazrin continues to glare at him, breathing heavily. "I [1GP]ing hate you." He says. *Roll perception or insight on that statement if you want.*
*I honestly don't know how to roll on mobile but ill take Insight. If up you could roll a d20+10 *
*The format for the dice rolling is [ roll] 1d20+x[/roll], without the spaces.*
25
Xan gets the feeling that he may be saying it as much to convince himself of it as that he actually feels that way.
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a stupid little tire swing while watching people go by him. To others it might like the swing was moving on its, like the wind was pushing it. But really he was tere, just invisible to the eye.
He wears a black tank-top, black shorts, thigh high socks, and sunglasses. A lollipop stick hangs out of his mouth as he groans to himself "So boring"
*Timewarp Yazrin out of PMs.*
Yazrin is training again. He seems a little more...aggressive than before, but still fully in control.
"Hm" he thinks and teleported over, watching him
Yazrin is using his swords again. 3 targets are already deactivated in piles or armor around him, and he's still battling more. He seems to be muttering to himself as he fights them.
Xan chuckles and gets close to him, revealing himself from the invisibility
He's definitely muttering to himself. Something about "What did I just do?" and "Why?" etc. What do you want now, Xan? He asks telepathically, maybe a little harshly, as he parries attacks form two separate targets, countering them with vicious attacks that send them reeling.
"Checking on you, what else would I be doing?" He says
He snorts. You don't truly care about me. Not anymore than you would care about a toy. He rather aggressively attacks a third target with a vicious three-stroke routine, dropping it in a heap before diving into a roll to dodge an attack from another target. He comes out of the roll low, and stabs both blades into its thighs, dropping it to the ground where it writhes in mock pain.
Xan rolls his eyes "so my words were correct then, you are boring" he said "and serious, you never seem to chill out"
He turns a surprisingly fiery gaze on Xan. "Not right now, at least. I am [1Gp]ing [1gp]ed at you right now. I'll chill out later." He stands and nonchalantly stabs the target on the ground through the heart with his rapier before turning to the last remaining one, which is backpedaling from him.
Xan laughs and moves towards him, his blue hair is traded out for fluffy dark brown dyed white at the ends, his fair skin now pale, his delicate features become for angular. He smiles and pokes Yazrin's cheek "Not that I care what you could possibly say to me"
Yazrin laughs. "And what about what I could do to you? I could easily send you back to the hells." His tone is icy cold, and his eyes are fiery.
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
Yazrin growls. "Don't try me, Xan." He charges the remaining target, hitting it with such a flurry of blows the Xan can't even count them.
"Fine then" he says and appears besides Yazrin "one more thing before you decide that this is your life path" he says and chuckles. He kisses Yazrin's cheek and grins "there"
*Guessing you meant kisses Yazrin's cheek.*
He glares at Xan, a mix between wanting to slit his throat and kiss him. His breath is coming heavy now.
*Yes, my autocorrect likes to think its funny *
Xan chuckles "now look here, someone is all...fired up, as people say"
Yazrin continues to glare at him, breathing heavily. "I [1GP]ing hate you." He says. *Roll perception or insight on that statement if you want.*
*I honestly don't know how to roll on mobile but ill take Insight. If up you could roll a d20+10 *
*The format for the dice rolling is [ roll] 1d20+x[/roll], without the spaces.*
15
Xan gets the feeling that he may be saying it as much to convince himself of it as that he actually feels that way.
11
Xan smiles "Tell me, what is going on in that mind of yours right now. Are you trying to convince yourself you don't want me? Are you trying to lie about what you feel?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a stupid little tire swing while watching people go by him. To others it might like the swing was moving on its, like the wind was pushing it. But really he was tere, just invisible to the eye.
He wears a black tank-top, black shorts, thigh high socks, and sunglasses. A lollipop stick hangs out of his mouth as he groans to himself "So boring"
*Timewarp Yazrin out of PMs.*
Yazrin is training again. He seems a little more...aggressive than before, but still fully in control.
"Hm" he thinks and teleported over, watching him
Yazrin is using his swords again. 3 targets are already deactivated in piles or armor around him, and he's still battling more. He seems to be muttering to himself as he fights them.
Xan chuckles and gets close to him, revealing himself from the invisibility
He's definitely muttering to himself. Something about "What did I just do?" and "Why?" etc. What do you want now, Xan? He asks telepathically, maybe a little harshly, as he parries attacks form two separate targets, countering them with vicious attacks that send them reeling.
"Checking on you, what else would I be doing?" He says
He snorts. You don't truly care about me. Not anymore than you would care about a toy. He rather aggressively attacks a third target with a vicious three-stroke routine, dropping it in a heap before diving into a roll to dodge an attack from another target. He comes out of the roll low, and stabs both blades into its thighs, dropping it to the ground where it writhes in mock pain.
Xan rolls his eyes "so my words were correct then, you are boring" he said "and serious, you never seem to chill out"
He turns a surprisingly fiery gaze on Xan. "Not right now, at least. I am [1Gp]ing [1gp]ed at you right now. I'll chill out later." He stands and nonchalantly stabs the target on the ground through the heart with his rapier before turning to the last remaining one, which is backpedaling from him.
Xan laughs and moves towards him, his blue hair is traded out for fluffy dark brown dyed white at the ends, his fair skin now pale, his delicate features become for angular. He smiles and pokes Yazrin's cheek "Not that I care what you could possibly say to me"
Yazrin laughs. "And what about what I could do to you? I could easily send you back to the hells." His tone is icy cold, and his eyes are fiery.
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
Yazrin growls. "Don't try me, Xan." He charges the remaining target, hitting it with such a flurry of blows the Xan can't even count them.
"Fine then" he says and appears besides Yazrin "one more thing before you decide that this is your life path" he says and chuckles. He kisses Yazrin's cheek and grins "there"
*Guessing you meant kisses Yazrin's cheek.*
He glares at Xan, a mix between wanting to slit his throat and kiss him. His breath is coming heavy now.
*Yes, my autocorrect likes to think its funny *
Xan chuckles "now look here, someone is all...fired up, as people say"
Yazrin continues to glare at him, breathing heavily. "I [1GP]ing hate you." He says. *Roll perception or insight on that statement if you want.*
*I honestly don't know how to roll on mobile but ill take Insight. If up you could roll a d20+10 *
*The format for the dice rolling is [ roll] 1d20+x[/roll], without the spaces.*
15
Xan gets the feeling that he may be saying it as much to convince himself of it as that he actually feels that way.
21
Xan smiles "Tell me, what is going on in that mind of yours right now. Are you trying to convince yourself you don't want me? Are you trying to lie about what you feel?"
Yazrin backs up a few steps, his glare suddenly replaced with a look of confusion. "I...I hate you..." He whispers, but there's little conviction behind it anymore.
Xan is outside. He is sitting in a stupid little tire swing while watching people go by him. To others it might like the swing was moving on its, like the wind was pushing it. But really he was tere, just invisible to the eye.
He wears a black tank-top, black shorts, thigh high socks, and sunglasses. A lollipop stick hangs out of his mouth as he groans to himself "So boring"
*Timewarp Yazrin out of PMs.*
Yazrin is training again. He seems a little more...aggressive than before, but still fully in control.
"Hm" he thinks and teleported over, watching him
Yazrin is using his swords again. 3 targets are already deactivated in piles or armor around him, and he's still battling more. He seems to be muttering to himself as he fights them.
Xan chuckles and gets close to him, revealing himself from the invisibility
He's definitely muttering to himself. Something about "What did I just do?" and "Why?" etc. What do you want now, Xan? He asks telepathically, maybe a little harshly, as he parries attacks form two separate targets, countering them with vicious attacks that send them reeling.
"Checking on you, what else would I be doing?" He says
He snorts. You don't truly care about me. Not anymore than you would care about a toy. He rather aggressively attacks a third target with a vicious three-stroke routine, dropping it in a heap before diving into a roll to dodge an attack from another target. He comes out of the roll low, and stabs both blades into its thighs, dropping it to the ground where it writhes in mock pain.
Xan rolls his eyes "so my words were correct then, you are boring" he said "and serious, you never seem to chill out"
He turns a surprisingly fiery gaze on Xan. "Not right now, at least. I am [1Gp]ing [1gp]ed at you right now. I'll chill out later." He stands and nonchalantly stabs the target on the ground through the heart with his rapier before turning to the last remaining one, which is backpedaling from him.
Xan laughs and moves towards him, his blue hair is traded out for fluffy dark brown dyed white at the ends, his fair skin now pale, his delicate features become for angular. He smiles and pokes Yazrin's cheek "Not that I care what you could possibly say to me"
Yazrin laughs. "And what about what I could do to you? I could easily send you back to the hells." His tone is icy cold, and his eyes are fiery.
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
Yazrin growls. "Don't try me, Xan." He charges the remaining target, hitting it with such a flurry of blows the Xan can't even count them.
"Fine then" he says and appears besides Yazrin "one more thing before you decide that this is your life path" he says and chuckles. He kisses Yazrin's cheek and grins "there"
*Guessing you meant kisses Yazrin's cheek.*
He glares at Xan, a mix between wanting to slit his throat and kiss him. His breath is coming heavy now.
*Yes, my autocorrect likes to think its funny *
Xan chuckles "now look here, someone is all...fired up, as people say"
Yazrin continues to glare at him, breathing heavily. "I [1GP]ing hate you." He says. *Roll perception or insight on that statement if you want.*
*I honestly don't know how to roll on mobile but ill take Insight. If up you could roll a d20+10 *
*The format for the dice rolling is [ roll] 1d20+x[/roll], without the spaces.*
15
Xan gets the feeling that he may be saying it as much to convince himself of it as that he actually feels that way.
21
Xan smiles "Tell me, what is going on in that mind of yours right now. Are you trying to convince yourself you don't want me? Are you trying to lie about what you feel?"
Yazrin backs up a few steps, his glare suddenly replaced with a look of confusion. "I...I hate you..." He whispers, but there's little conviction behind it anymore.
The incubus smiles, his tail flicks from side to side to show his amusement. His eyes glint A bit.
"when you kissed Ace, were you angered by that? The fact what you thought you liked was shattered and something new took its place?" He asked "or are you simply trying to hide what has been there all along. The need for more interaction then just females, but someone stronger, someone who will take the reins for you and let you be submissive for once?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Sorry for not letting you know sooner Al*
Armagnus looked a lot like his mother, although their feathers were a dark reddish in hue, they slept peacefully, and snuggled close to Raven, who groggily woke up
Saharus was more of a Kobold, and yet eas loud like a baby Kenku, she had black scales on her body, with a feathery down of baby fluff on their head.
Raven was awake because of Saharus's demands for food.
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
"You could try" Xan says, looking bored "But something deep inside of you doesn't want too" he chuckled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I love it! A goblin battlerager...*
Yazrin growls. "Don't try me, Xan." He charges the remaining target, hitting it with such a flurry of blows the Xan can't even count them.
"Fine then" he says and appears besides Yazrin "one more thing before you decide that this is your life path" he says and chuckles. He kisses Hazel b's cheek and grins "there"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*That uses spiked gauntlets as a weapon! Twist: They're (gender is still a decision, but I'm leaning towards female) actually quite good in the alignment sense, just loves battle like the dwarves they were raised among. Still deciding a bit on a physical description, but I got a small idea of personality. They are actually quite sarcastic, and jokes around a lot, but honestly knows when to be serious if the situation calls for it, they're also very flamboyant and proud of themselves, sometimes making huge scenes (which is usually a 50/50 if it's a good or bad scene) and hates it when people insult their heritage or close ones, often being quick to take the short and forceful solutions to problems. Name is also a decision yet to be made.*
*I wish I had the warforged race, I have a decent robot idea. (May or may not be inspired by pfp.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Guessing you meant kisses Yazrin's cheek.*
He glares at Xan, a mix between wanting to slit his throat and kiss him. His breath is coming heavy now.
*Am I the only person online now?*
*That is a negative, monsieur/mademoiselle*
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
*Monsieur is correct, lol.*
*Anyways, basically all of my characters are open.*
*that is a negative Ghost rider.*
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Again, basically all of my characters are available.*
*Loneliness...*
*Yes, my autocorrect likes to think its funny *
Xan chuckles "now look here, someone is all...fired up, as people say"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Yazrin continues to glare at him, breathing heavily. "I [1GP]ing hate you." He says. *Roll perception or insight on that statement if you want.*
*I honestly don't know how to roll on mobile but ill take Insight. If up you could roll a d20+10 *
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*The format for the dice rolling is [ roll] 1d20+x[/roll], without the spaces.*
25
Xan gets the feeling that he may be saying it as much to convince himself of it as that he actually feels that way.
11
Xan smiles "Tell me, what is going on in that mind of yours right now. Are you trying to convince yourself you don't want me? Are you trying to lie about what you feel?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Yazrin backs up a few steps, his glare suddenly replaced with a look of confusion. "I...I hate you..." He whispers, but there's little conviction behind it anymore.
The incubus smiles, his tail flicks from side to side to show his amusement. His eyes glint A bit.
"when you kissed Ace, were you angered by that? The fact what you thought you liked was shattered and something new took its place?" He asked "or are you simply trying to hide what has been there all along. The need for more interaction then just females, but someone stronger, someone who will take the reins for you and let you be submissive for once?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]