"No you aren't... um... Mind if we give you a nickname in the meantime? Or maybe more the discussion to something else? I don't want to upset you." She says, feeling guilty
2 "Okay... that might be a good idea."
"Sure, so favorite food?"
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A young girl walks into the tavern. She has a narrow face, sharp features, and wide blue eyes that are partially obscured by her long, white hair. She wears a plain black dress, and a silver necklace hangs around her throat, a pretty blue stone inlaid into the metal right above her heart.
Looking over is a man with solid silver eyes, a tail, and purple hair. He wears dark armor, with a shield that has the symbol of a skeletal arm with a blade. If not for the aforementioned abnormalities, this hornless tiefling could likely pass for human
"Who... who are you?" the girl asks quietly, her voice hardly a whisper, yet somehow perfectly audible even as far away as he is. Though she stutters and seems uncertain, there's a certain steel in her words that makes it clear she's been through many things.
"... Simply an observing patron in this place youve come to... You may call me Tabanvae." As he observes her, his expression seems... Broken, almost.
"I guess... I guess it's nice to meet you. I'm..."
He waits, listening
She seems confused. "Are you... waiting for something?"
"It... Sounded as if you were about to say your name? Am I mistaken?"
She narrows her eyes. "What are you talking about, mister? I said my name... didn't I?"
"I.. Didnt hear it. I apologize..."
"Oh... sorry..." She raises her voice a little bit. "My name is..."
"Perhaps... You could spell it or write it?"
She seems a bit more suspicious, now, but not hostile. "It isn't that difficult to pronounce... I don't think. Maybe it is..."
"I apologize.. It may just be an issue with my hearing. Its... Often hard to keep the mind on track as it should be..."
"Oh... I can understand that." Her tone grows more empathetic. "It's spelled... ...Got it?"
He looks down "Im afraid.... I may be more jumbled than I thought before... Im not sure why my hearing just seems to cut out currently.... I apologize..."
She curls up, looking like she's almost about to cry. "It's not you... no one can hear my name..."
"No one...?" He seems to think some moments "Where... Do you come from? What things have you interacted with recently?"
"Oh... I'm from... And I before I came here... I..." She sinks to her eyes, fighting her hardest to hold back tears. "I... I.............."
"... Worry not... Theres no need to answer.... I... Have some suspicions.... Just try to breathe, for now. Can you do that?" He sits near her, his broken.eyes changing, looking into hers empathetically and focusing
"But I did answer... I did... WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR!" She breaks down into sobbing, but quickly wipes away the tears and stands. She slowly breathes in and out, trying her best to calm herself.
"I believe something.... Or someone is blocking your responses..."
"Blocking them how?"
"Likely a magic of some sort... Ive heard of fey sometimes causing such things, though there are other possible reasons"
"Fey? Like... faeries?"
"Faeries are one example, but there are many kinds..."
"Really?" she asks excitedly.
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Marlae walks over to the upset child possibly named Dawn. "Is something wrong?"
"Oh... you don't have horns or a tail... who are you?"
"Marlae. Who are you?"
"My name... people keep saying that they can't hear my name."
"Why do they say that?"
"Maybe you can hear it... My name is..."
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"No you aren't... um... Mind if we give you a nickname in the meantime? Or maybe more the discussion to something else? I don't want to upset you." She says, feeling guilty
2 "Okay... that might be a good idea."
"Sure, so favorite food?"
"Oh... it's... it's..." She frowns, narrowing her eyes. "I don't remember."
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A young girl walks into the tavern. She has a narrow face, sharp features, and wide blue eyes that are partially obscured by her long, white hair. She wears a plain black dress, and a silver necklace hangs around her throat, a pretty blue stone inlaid into the metal right above her heart.
Looking over is a man with solid silver eyes, a tail, and purple hair. He wears dark armor, with a shield that has the symbol of a skeletal arm with a blade. If not for the aforementioned abnormalities, this hornless tiefling could likely pass for human
"Who... who are you?" the girl asks quietly, her voice hardly a whisper, yet somehow perfectly audible even as far away as he is. Though she stutters and seems uncertain, there's a certain steel in her words that makes it clear she's been through many things.
"... Simply an observing patron in this place youve come to... You may call me Tabanvae." As he observes her, his expression seems... Broken, almost.
"I guess... I guess it's nice to meet you. I'm..."
He waits, listening
She seems confused. "Are you... waiting for something?"
"It... Sounded as if you were about to say your name? Am I mistaken?"
She narrows her eyes. "What are you talking about, mister? I said my name... didn't I?"
"I.. Didnt hear it. I apologize..."
"Oh... sorry..." She raises her voice a little bit. "My name is..."
"Perhaps... You could spell it or write it?"
She seems a bit more suspicious, now, but not hostile. "It isn't that difficult to pronounce... I don't think. Maybe it is..."
"I apologize.. It may just be an issue with my hearing. Its... Often hard to keep the mind on track as it should be..."
"Oh... I can understand that." Her tone grows more empathetic. "It's spelled... ...Got it?"
He looks down "Im afraid.... I may be more jumbled than I thought before... Im not sure why my hearing just seems to cut out currently.... I apologize..."
She curls up, looking like she's almost about to cry. "It's not you... no one can hear my name..."
"No one...?" He seems to think some moments "Where... Do you come from? What things have you interacted with recently?"
"Oh... I'm from... And I before I came here... I..." She sinks to her eyes, fighting her hardest to hold back tears. "I... I.............."
"... Worry not... Theres no need to answer.... I... Have some suspicions.... Just try to breathe, for now. Can you do that?" He sits near her, his broken.eyes changing, looking into hers empathetically and focusing
"But I did answer... I did... WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR!" She breaks down into sobbing, but quickly wipes away the tears and stands. She slowly breathes in and out, trying her best to calm herself.
"I believe something.... Or someone is blocking your responses..."
"Blocking them how?"
"Likely a magic of some sort... Ive heard of fey sometimes causing such things, though there are other possible reasons"
"Fey? Like... faeries?"
"Faeries are one example, but there are many kinds..."
"Really?" she asks excitedly.
He nods "Many varieties exist. Some are folk simply of jokes and merriment, but theres also more unsavory kinds, as well"
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A young girl walks into the tavern. She has a narrow face, sharp features, and wide blue eyes that are partially obscured by her long, white hair. She wears a plain black dress, and a silver necklace hangs around her throat, a pretty blue stone inlaid into the metal right above her heart.
Looking over is a man with solid silver eyes, a tail, and purple hair. He wears dark armor, with a shield that has the symbol of a skeletal arm with a blade. If not for the aforementioned abnormalities, this hornless tiefling could likely pass for human
"Who... who are you?" the girl asks quietly, her voice hardly a whisper, yet somehow perfectly audible even as far away as he is. Though she stutters and seems uncertain, there's a certain steel in her words that makes it clear she's been through many things.
"... Simply an observing patron in this place youve come to... You may call me Tabanvae." As he observes her, his expression seems... Broken, almost.
"I guess... I guess it's nice to meet you. I'm..."
He waits, listening
She seems confused. "Are you... waiting for something?"
"It... Sounded as if you were about to say your name? Am I mistaken?"
She narrows her eyes. "What are you talking about, mister? I said my name... didn't I?"
"I.. Didnt hear it. I apologize..."
"Oh... sorry..." She raises her voice a little bit. "My name is..."
"Perhaps... You could spell it or write it?"
She seems a bit more suspicious, now, but not hostile. "It isn't that difficult to pronounce... I don't think. Maybe it is..."
"I apologize.. It may just be an issue with my hearing. Its... Often hard to keep the mind on track as it should be..."
"Oh... I can understand that." Her tone grows more empathetic. "It's spelled... ...Got it?"
He looks down "Im afraid.... I may be more jumbled than I thought before... Im not sure why my hearing just seems to cut out currently.... I apologize..."
She curls up, looking like she's almost about to cry. "It's not you... no one can hear my name..."
"No one...?" He seems to think some moments "Where... Do you come from? What things have you interacted with recently?"
"Oh... I'm from... And I before I came here... I..." She sinks to her eyes, fighting her hardest to hold back tears. "I... I.............."
"... Worry not... Theres no need to answer.... I... Have some suspicions.... Just try to breathe, for now. Can you do that?" He sits near her, his broken.eyes changing, looking into hers empathetically and focusing
"But I did answer... I did... WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR!" She breaks down into sobbing, but quickly wipes away the tears and stands. She slowly breathes in and out, trying her best to calm herself.
"I believe something.... Or someone is blocking your responses..."
"Blocking them how?"
"Likely a magic of some sort... Ive heard of fey sometimes causing such things, though there are other possible reasons"
"Fey? Like... faeries?"
"Faeries are one example, but there are many kinds..."
"Really?" she asks excitedly.
He nods "Many varieties exist. Some are folk simply of jokes and merriment, but theres also more unsavory kinds, as well"
"Unsavory how?" she says, eager to learn more.
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*Hello human friends. I am.here to, as humans say, have a good time*
Lore is inside. She is sitting by the woodstove in the library, weaving while listening to the band okay in the room over. She is weaving what looks like a tapestry of an age long forgotten. A person stands next to her. It looks like a centaur made of all metal, like gorgon almost. The upper body was plated in blue-silver metals with a bucket-helm over its face, its features hidden from sight. Its horse like lower body looks like it is played in armor as well. It holds a large book with pressed metal pages in one hand, reading words to her in a dilect long forgotten. Lore repeats the phrases back to it as it nods it head in approval.
Xan is outside. He was in a bad mood and everyone was going to hear about it. The incubus stares at a tree before touching it and setting it able with purple-blue fire. He stuffs his hands in his hoodies pocket while staring at it with a grin on his face.
Cold was inside. He was sitting on the couch with his hairless cat friend,.letting it and the walking to it. He had commissioned someone to make a small animal sweater for his new friend. It currently was laying on his head like a hairless toupe.
With a roar, an absolute deluge drops on both Xan and the tree, extinguishing all the flames and drenching Xan to the bone. When he looks up, he sees Phantom holding a now-empty water tower.
"No you aren't... um... Mind if we give you a nickname in the meantime? Or maybe more the discussion to something else? I don't want to upset you." She says, feeling guilty
2 "Okay... that might be a good idea."
"Sure, so favorite food?"
"Oh... it's... it's..." She frowns, narrowing her eyes. "I don't remember."
"Want to name a favorite food?" She says, looking for something through her many pockets
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Marlae walks over to the upset child possibly named Dawn. "Is something wrong?"
"Oh... you don't have horns or a tail... who are you?"
"Marlae. Who are you?"
"My name... people keep saying that they can't hear my name."
"Why do they say that?"
"Maybe you can hear it... My name is..."
"I can't. I'm sorry. It looks like you're trying, but I can't hear it."
"I'm sorry... You seem nice... I don't know what's wrong with me..."
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*Hello human friends. I am.here to, as humans say, have a good time*
Lore is inside. She is sitting by the woodstove in the library, weaving while listening to the band okay in the room over. She is weaving what looks like a tapestry of an age long forgotten. A person stands next to her. It looks like a centaur made of all metal, like gorgon almost. The upper body was plated in blue-silver metals with a bucket-helm over its face, its features hidden from sight. Its horse like lower body looks like it is played in armor as well. It holds a large book with pressed metal pages in one hand, reading words to her in a dilect long forgotten. Lore repeats the phrases back to it as it nods it head in approval.
Xan is outside. He was in a bad mood and everyone was going to hear about it. The incubus stares at a tree before touching it and setting it able with purple-blue fire. He stuffs his hands in his hoodies pocket while staring at it with a grin on his face.
Cold was inside. He was sitting on the couch with his hairless cat friend,.letting it and the walking to it. He had commissioned someone to make a small animal sweater for his new friend. It currently was laying on his head like a hairless toupe.
Raphael walks over, curious to what Lore is doing. *Raphael can understand all languages FYI*
Xan gets a bucket of water dumped on them
Gwen walks over, curious at who the two are
Raphael understand the speak as Primordial. It speaks phrases in Primordial to Lore who repeats them back. Raphael (considering he is an angel) can tell that this new figure gives off a radiant aura, like that of an avatar of a god.
The incubus sputters and looks up, moving his brown hair out of his eyes "WHAT THE (10 GP)" he screams
The cat perks up and looks at Gwen, tilting his Siamese looking skin head at her. Cold gets woken up by the sound of footsteps approaching and looks at Gwen "Hm? Oh hello." He says and rubs his eyes
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young girl walks into the tavern. She has a narrow face, sharp features, and wide blue eyes that are partially obscured by her long, white hair. She wears a plain black dress, and a silver necklace hangs around her throat, a pretty blue stone inlaid into the metal right above her heart.
Looking over is a man with solid silver eyes, a tail, and purple hair. He wears dark armor, with a shield that has the symbol of a skeletal arm with a blade. If not for the aforementioned abnormalities, this hornless tiefling could likely pass for human
"Who... who are you?" the girl asks quietly, her voice hardly a whisper, yet somehow perfectly audible even as far away as he is. Though she stutters and seems uncertain, there's a certain steel in her words that makes it clear she's been through many things.
"... Simply an observing patron in this place youve come to... You may call me Tabanvae." As he observes her, his expression seems... Broken, almost.
"I guess... I guess it's nice to meet you. I'm..."
He waits, listening
She seems confused. "Are you... waiting for something?"
"It... Sounded as if you were about to say your name? Am I mistaken?"
She narrows her eyes. "What are you talking about, mister? I said my name... didn't I?"
"I.. Didnt hear it. I apologize..."
"Oh... sorry..." She raises her voice a little bit. "My name is..."
"Perhaps... You could spell it or write it?"
She seems a bit more suspicious, now, but not hostile. "It isn't that difficult to pronounce... I don't think. Maybe it is..."
"I apologize.. It may just be an issue with my hearing. Its... Often hard to keep the mind on track as it should be..."
"Oh... I can understand that." Her tone grows more empathetic. "It's spelled... ...Got it?"
He looks down "Im afraid.... I may be more jumbled than I thought before... Im not sure why my hearing just seems to cut out currently.... I apologize..."
She curls up, looking like she's almost about to cry. "It's not you... no one can hear my name..."
"No one...?" He seems to think some moments "Where... Do you come from? What things have you interacted with recently?"
"Oh... I'm from... And I before I came here... I..." She sinks to her eyes, fighting her hardest to hold back tears. "I... I.............."
"... Worry not... Theres no need to answer.... I... Have some suspicions.... Just try to breathe, for now. Can you do that?" He sits near her, his broken.eyes changing, looking into hers empathetically and focusing
"But I did answer... I did... WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR!" She breaks down into sobbing, but quickly wipes away the tears and stands. She slowly breathes in and out, trying her best to calm herself.
"I believe something.... Or someone is blocking your responses..."
"Blocking them how?"
"Likely a magic of some sort... Ive heard of fey sometimes causing such things, though there are other possible reasons"
"Fey? Like... faeries?"
"Faeries are one example, but there are many kinds..."
"Really?" she asks excitedly.
He nods "Many varieties exist. Some are folk simply of jokes and merriment, but theres also more unsavory kinds, as well"
"Unsavory how?" she says, eager to learn more.
"... You seem rather excited about this. Well... Have you heard of hags?"
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"No you aren't... um... Mind if we give you a nickname in the meantime? Or maybe more the discussion to something else? I don't want to upset you." She says, feeling guilty
2 "Okay... that might be a good idea."
"Sure, so favorite food?"
"Oh... it's... it's..." She frowns, narrowing her eyes. "I don't remember."
"Want to name a favorite food?" She says, looking for something through her many pockets
"Name a food how?" She seems curious.
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*Hello human friends. I am.here to, as humans say, have a good time*
Lore is inside. She is sitting by the woodstove in the library, weaving while listening to the band okay in the room over. She is weaving what looks like a tapestry of an age long forgotten. A person stands next to her. It looks like a centaur made of all metal, like gorgon almost. The upper body was plated in blue-silver metals with a bucket-helm over its face, its features hidden from sight. Its horse like lower body looks like it is played in armor as well. It holds a large book with pressed metal pages in one hand, reading words to her in a dilect long forgotten. Lore repeats the phrases back to it as it nods it head in approval.
Xan is outside. He was in a bad mood and everyone was going to hear about it. The incubus stares at a tree before touching it and setting it able with purple-blue fire. He stuffs his hands in his hoodies pocket while staring at it with a grin on his face.
Cold was inside. He was sitting on the couch with his hairless cat friend,.letting it and the walking to it. He had commissioned someone to make a small animal sweater for his new friend. It currently was laying on his head like a hairless toupe.
Raphael walks over, curious to what Lore is doing. *Raphael can understand all languages FYI*
Xan gets a bucket of water dumped on them
Gwen walks over, curious at who the two are
Raphael understand the speak as Primordial. It speaks phrases in Primordial to Lore who repeats them back. Raphael (considering he is an angel) can tell that this new figure gives off a radiant aura, like that of an avatar of a god.
The incubus sputters and looks up, moving his brown hair out of his eyes "WHAT THE (10 GP)" he screams
The cat perks up and looks at Gwen, tilting his Siamese looking skin head at her. Cold gets woken up by the sound of footsteps approaching and looks at Gwen "Hm? Oh hello." He says and rubs his eyes
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Hello human friends. I am.here to, as humans say, have a good time*
Lore is inside. She is sitting by the woodstove in the library, weaving while listening to the band okay in the room over. She is weaving what looks like a tapestry of an age long forgotten. A person stands next to her. It looks like a centaur made of all metal, like gorgon almost. The upper body was plated in blue-silver metals with a bucket-helm over its face, its features hidden from sight. Its horse like lower body looks like it is played in armor as well. It holds a large book with pressed metal pages in one hand, reading words to her in a dilect long forgotten. Lore repeats the phrases back to it as it nods it head in approval.
Xan is outside. He was in a bad mood and everyone was going to hear about it. The incubus stares at a tree before touching it and setting it able with purple-blue fire. He stuffs his hands in his hoodies pocket while staring at it with a grin on his face.
Cold was inside. He was sitting on the couch with his hairless cat friend,.letting it and the walking to it. He had commissioned someone to make a small animal sweater for his new friend. It currently was laying on his head like a hairless toupe.
Raphael walks over, curious to what Lore is doing. *Raphael can understand all languages FYI*
Xan gets a bucket of water dumped on them
Gwen walks over, curious at who the two are
Raphael understand the speak as Primordial. It speaks phrases in Primordial to Lore who repeats them back. Raphael (considering he is an angel) can tell that this new figure gives off a radiant aura, like that of an avatar of a god.
The incubus sputters and looks up, moving his brown hair out of his eyes "WHAT THE (10 GP)" he screams
The cat perks up and looks at Gwen, tilting his Siamese looking skin head at her. Cold gets woken up by the sound of footsteps approaching and looks at Gwen "Hm? Oh hello." He says and rubs his eyes
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young girl walks into the tavern. She has a narrow face, sharp features, and wide blue eyes that are partially obscured by her long, white hair. She wears a plain black dress, and a silver necklace hangs around her throat, a pretty blue stone inlaid into the metal right above her heart.
A beautiful female tiefling with large wings sits on the roof. She has dark reddish-purple skin with dark purple hair and magenta-purple and black horns, and wears ornate, infernal robes, with a pair of wicked, mismatched daggers on her belt, a light crossbow on her back, and a rod tipped with an infernal gemstone in her hand. She smiles at the newcomer, and waves slightly.
The girl stares up at her, her eyes widening a bit. "Hello... does everyone here have horns?"
She chuckles. "Only my siblings, and a few others." She flaps her wings, and lands down next to her. "I'm Aricyra. Who are you?"
The girl jumps back a bit in surprise. "Oh... I was just asking because everyone I've seen here has horns. My name is..."
Aricyra cocks her head. "Your name is what, dear?" She asks gently, honestly a bit confused.
She looks a bit upset. "No one seems to be able to hear my name... Is something wrong with me?"
Aricyra shrugs. Try thinking it, dear. I can communicate telepathically, so maybe you can tell me this way.
"Ah! Are you... in my head?" She looks around frantically.
She chuckles. "I can only speak with you that way, and occasionally detect some of your surface thoughts, but usually only the very...loud ones. Don't worry, I don't do that without anyone's permission." So, try thinking your name, dear. If that doesn't work, you can right it down.
"Oh... Okay..." My name is... There is nothing in your head. There is nothing in your head. There is nothing in your head there is nothing in your head there is nothing in your head THERE IS NOTHING IN YOUR HEAD.
Aricyra physically recoils, holding her head, wincing. "That...hurt..."
"I feel... weird... are you okay? I didn't hurt you... did I?" She gets the feeling that saying yes will break the girl's heart.
"It definitely wasn't you...there was something...else...in your mind..." She blinks a couple times, and replays what happened from her point of view in the girl's mind, toning down the intensity a little.
"There's nothing in my head..." the girl repeats, musing over the words. "But I remember..." She's silent for a long while, a frown upon her face, before she finally speaks. "I don't remember... anything."
Aricyra smiles a little sadly, and rests a hand on the girl's shoulder. "It'll be fine, dear. I'll try and help you. If I can't there are plenty of powerful people here who may be able to help you."
"Oh... I'm from... And I before I came here... I..." She sinks to her eyes, fighting her hardest to hold back tears. "I... I.............."
"... Worry not... Theres no need to answer.... I... Have some suspicions.... Just try to breathe, for now. Can you do that?" He sits near her, his broken.eyes changing, looking into hers empathetically and focusing
"But I did answer... I did... WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR!" She breaks down into sobbing, but quickly wipes away the tears and stands. She slowly breathes in and out, trying her best to calm herself.
"I believe something.... Or someone is blocking your responses..."
"Blocking them how?"
"Likely a magic of some sort... Ive heard of fey sometimes causing such things, though there are other possible reasons"
"Fey? Like... faeries?"
"Faeries are one example, but there are many kinds..."
"Really?" she asks excitedly.
He nods "Many varieties exist. Some are folk simply of jokes and merriment, but theres also more unsavory kinds, as well"
"Unsavory how?" she says, eager to learn more.
"... You seem rather excited about this. Well... Have you heard of hags?"
"They're gross old ladies, right?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Really?" she asks excitedly.
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“Do I look like I care about what’s proper?”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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"Oh... it's... it's..." She frowns, narrowing her eyes. "I don't remember."
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He nods "Many varieties exist. Some are folk simply of jokes and merriment, but theres also more unsavory kinds, as well"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"I can't. I'm sorry. It looks like you're trying, but I can't hear it."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Unsavory how?" she says, eager to learn more.
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With a roar, an absolute deluge drops on both Xan and the tree, extinguishing all the flames and drenching Xan to the bone. When he looks up, he sees Phantom holding a now-empty water tower.
"Want to name a favorite food?" She says, looking for something through her many pockets
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Your a devil right?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I'm sorry... You seem nice... I don't know what's wrong with me..."
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Raphael understand the speak as Primordial. It speaks phrases in Primordial to Lore who repeats them back. Raphael (considering he is an angel) can tell that this new figure gives off a radiant aura, like that of an avatar of a god.
The incubus sputters and looks up, moving his brown hair out of his eyes "WHAT THE (10 GP)" he screams
The cat perks up and looks at Gwen, tilting his Siamese looking skin head at her. Cold gets woken up by the sound of footsteps approaching and looks at Gwen "Hm? Oh hello." He says and rubs his eyes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"... You seem rather excited about this. Well... Have you heard of hags?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Name a food how?" She seems curious.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Raphael understand the speak as Primordial. It speaks phrases in Primordial to Lore who repeats them back. Raphael (considering he is an angel) can tell that this new figure gives off a radiant aura, like that of an avatar of a god.
The incubus sputters and looks up, moving his brown hair out of his eyes "WHAT THE (10 GP)" he screams
The cat perks up and looks at Gwen, tilting his Siamese looking skin head at her. Cold gets woken up by the sound of footsteps approaching and looks at Gwen "Hm? Oh hello." He says and rubs his eyes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Raphael understand the speak as Primordial. It speaks phrases in Primordial to Lore who repeats them back. Raphael (considering he is an angel) can tell that this new figure gives off a radiant aura, like that of an avatar of a god.
The incubus sputters and looks up, moving his brown hair out of his eyes "WHAT THE (10 GP)" he screams
The cat perks up and looks at Gwen, tilting his Siamese looking skin head at her. Cold gets woken up by the sound of footsteps approaching and looks at Gwen "Hm? Oh hello." He says and rubs his eyes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Aricyra smiles a little sadly, and rests a hand on the girl's shoulder. "It'll be fine, dear. I'll try and help you. If I can't there are plenty of powerful people here who may be able to help you."
"I try to be. How- Do you want to sit down? When did this start?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"They're gross old ladies, right?"
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.