A young man walks into the tavern, dressed in an extravagant outfit of blue and red that looks like it's fit for some renowned general or king heading to war. An elegant sword hangs at his waist, and a golden shield shaped vaguely like a star is slung across his back. But the most curious detail about him is the black blindfold wrapped around his upper face, covered partially by stark white hair almost exactly the same color as Crystal's.
*Aghhshshshsh this is perfect for two of my characters, TTB would you rather interact with NE or NG?*
*NG might be better for now.*
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"Come on them, what's your story? You appear to be wealthy - a noble or similarly high ranking in society. Which world are you from?"
"Wealthy? Maybe I am... I really don't remember, though."
"Amnesia by the sounds of it. What's the last thing you remember?"
"Walking in here... now that I think about it."
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A young man walks into the tavern, dressed in an extravagant outfit of blue and red that looks like it's fit for some renowned general or king heading to war. An elegant sword hangs at his waist, and a golden shield shaped vaguely like a star is slung across his back. But the most curious detail about him is the black blindfold wrapped around his upper face, covered partially by stark white hair almost exactly the same color as Crystal's.
A young man walks into the tavern, dressed in an extravagant outfit of blue and red that looks like it's fit for some renowned general or king heading to war. An elegant sword hangs at his waist, and a golden shield shaped vaguely like a star is slung across his back. But the most curious detail about him is the black blindfold wrapped around his upper face, covered partially by stark white hair almost exactly the same color as Crystal's.
Outside, he'd have noticed Reirlin, a powerfully built Aasimar paladin, easily taking on three separate animated targets at the same time. He's wielding a brilliantly glowing longsword with a shield somewhat reminiscent of eagle wings, and wearing highly ornate and decorated splint armor.
He looks like he's about to say something, then frowns in confusion and walks inside.
Reirlin notices this, and expertly dispatches the three targets. He straps the shield on his back and slides the longsword into its ornate sheath on his left hip, before following the newcomer inside.
The young man- boy, really; he can't be more than eighteen- spins around quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you behind me. Do you want something?"
He smiles slightly. (Reirlin only looks to be about 23 or so). "You looked like you wanted to say something to me." He says in a rather deep, commanding voice, but with a rather friendly tone, his gold eyes shining.
"I did? I'm sorry, I might have just been thinking. I guess I just didn't notice you were there." He motions to the blindfold.
He chuckles. "Fair enough. I am Rierlin, Captain of the Guardians of the Peace. Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World."
"Interesting name. The Tavern's- not yours. Nice to meet you, Rierlin."
"And you as well. I'm afraid I don't know your name yet, though."
A young man walks into the tavern, dressed in an extravagant outfit of blue and red that looks like it's fit for some renowned general or king heading to war. An elegant sword hangs at his waist, and a golden shield shaped vaguely like a star is slung across his back. But the most curious detail about him is the black blindfold wrapped around his upper face, covered partially by stark white hair almost exactly the same color as Crystal's.
*Aghhshshshsh this is perfect for two of my characters, TTB would you rather interact with NE or NG?*
*NG might be better for now.*
Lariah looks him up and down. "If I may ask.. why do you wear that blindfold?"
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A young man walks into the tavern, dressed in an extravagant outfit of blue and red that looks like it's fit for some renowned general or king heading to war. An elegant sword hangs at his waist, and a golden shield shaped vaguely like a star is slung across his back. But the most curious detail about him is the black blindfold wrapped around his upper face, covered partially by stark white hair almost exactly the same color as Crystal's.
Outside, he'd have noticed Reirlin, a powerfully built Aasimar paladin, easily taking on three separate animated targets at the same time. He's wielding a brilliantly glowing longsword with a shield somewhat reminiscent of eagle wings, and wearing highly ornate and decorated splint armor.
Caiman glares at Reirlin, watching his longsword move. His tail lashes a bit.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Come on them, what's your story? You appear to be wealthy - a noble or similarly high ranking in society. Which world are you from?"
"Wealthy? Maybe I am... I really don't remember, though."
"Amnesia by the sounds of it. What's the last thing you remember?"
"Walking in here... now that I think about it."
"Hmmmm. Well, I'm afraid I'm not too good at healing minds. I could give it a shot, but I doubt it'd be effective." *More to the point, I doubt you want a fun character gimmick removed just like that even if she could.*
"Angel wings are great trophies." He pulls out his glaives.
The angel vanishes.
He frowns and uses Divine Sense.
The tavern is full of celestials and fiends.
He knows the location of all celestials within 60 ft and is looking to see if there's one he can sense but can't see.
He senses an extremely powerful Celestial up on the roof.
Caiman grunts as he painfully climbs up onto the roof.
Elendon is sitting on the roof, seemingly oblivious to Caiman. His wings are visible, as is his crown, albeit rather faintly, almost as though it isn't even there.
A young man walks into the tavern, dressed in an extravagant outfit of blue and red that looks like it's fit for some renowned general or king heading to war. An elegant sword hangs at his waist, and a golden shield shaped vaguely like a star is slung across his back. But the most curious detail about him is the black blindfold wrapped around his upper face, covered partially by stark white hair almost exactly the same color as Crystal's.
Marlae looks at him. "Hello!"
"Hello," he says, his voice slightly accented. He turns his head, seeming to search for the source of her voice. "I apologize, but I could you say something else?" He motions to his blindfold. "I can't see where you are."
"I'm here."
He turns to face her. "Thank you. It can be hard to interact when you can't see." A brief look of confusion flashes across his face. "I think."
*Anyways I can keep up with 1 or 2 interactions (without like paragraphs) if anyone wants to. Tabanvae, Echowyn, or Kalnor open*
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A young man walks into the tavern, dressed in an extravagant outfit of blue and red that looks like it's fit for some renowned general or king heading to war. An elegant sword hangs at his waist, and a golden shield shaped vaguely like a star is slung across his back. But the most curious detail about him is the black blindfold wrapped around his upper face, covered partially by stark white hair almost exactly the same color as Crystal's.
Outside, he'd have noticed Reirlin, a powerfully built Aasimar paladin, easily taking on three separate animated targets at the same time. He's wielding a brilliantly glowing longsword with a shield somewhat reminiscent of eagle wings, and wearing highly ornate and decorated splint armor.
Caiman glares at Reirlin, watching his longsword move. His tail lashes a bit.
He shield rushes one of the targets, throwing it back surprisingly far, before pivoting and blocking a slash from a second and countering on the third with a pair of vicious strikes that send it reeling backwards before collapsing in a pile of armor.
A young man walks into the tavern, dressed in an extravagant outfit of blue and red that looks like it's fit for some renowned general or king heading to war. An elegant sword hangs at his waist, and a golden shield shaped vaguely like a star is slung across his back. But the most curious detail about him is the black blindfold wrapped around his upper face, covered partially by stark white hair almost exactly the same color as Crystal's.
Outside, he'd have noticed Reirlin, a powerfully built Aasimar paladin, easily taking on three separate animated targets at the same time. He's wielding a brilliantly glowing longsword with a shield somewhat reminiscent of eagle wings, and wearing highly ornate and decorated splint armor.
He looks like he's about to say something, then frowns in confusion and walks inside.
Reirlin notices this, and expertly dispatches the three targets. He straps the shield on his back and slides the longsword into its ornate sheath on his left hip, before following the newcomer inside.
The young man- boy, really; he can't be more than eighteen- spins around quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you behind me. Do you want something?"
He smiles slightly. (Reirlin only looks to be about 23 or so). "You looked like you wanted to say something to me." He says in a rather deep, commanding voice, but with a rather friendly tone, his gold eyes shining.
"I did? I'm sorry, I might have just been thinking. I guess I just didn't notice you were there." He motions to the blindfold.
He chuckles. "Fair enough. I am Rierlin, Captain of the Guardians of the Peace. Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World."
"Interesting name. The Tavern's- not yours. Nice to meet you, Rierlin."
"And you as well. I'm afraid I don't know your name yet, though."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Reuben."
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"Come on them, what's your story? You appear to be wealthy - a noble or similarly high ranking in society. Which world are you from?"
"Wealthy? Maybe I am... I really don't remember, though."
"Amnesia by the sounds of it. What's the last thing you remember?"
"Walking in here... now that I think about it."
"And nothing else besides your age?"
"Well, I know my name, of course. I know I'm blind. I know how to use a sword. So no. Why do you ask?"
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
A young man walks into the tavern, dressed in an extravagant outfit of blue and red that looks like it's fit for some renowned general or king heading to war. An elegant sword hangs at his waist, and a golden shield shaped vaguely like a star is slung across his back. But the most curious detail about him is the black blindfold wrapped around his upper face, covered partially by stark white hair almost exactly the same color as Crystal's.
Outside, he'd have noticed Reirlin, a powerfully built Aasimar paladin, easily taking on three separate animated targets at the same time. He's wielding a brilliantly glowing longsword with a shield somewhat reminiscent of eagle wings, and wearing highly ornate and decorated splint armor.
He looks like he's about to say something, then frowns in confusion and walks inside.
Reirlin notices this, and expertly dispatches the three targets. He straps the shield on his back and slides the longsword into its ornate sheath on his left hip, before following the newcomer inside.
The young man- boy, really; he can't be more than eighteen- spins around quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you behind me. Do you want something?"
He smiles slightly. (Reirlin only looks to be about 23 or so). "You looked like you wanted to say something to me." He says in a rather deep, commanding voice, but with a rather friendly tone, his gold eyes shining.
"I did? I'm sorry, I might have just been thinking. I guess I just didn't notice you were there." He motions to the blindfold.
He chuckles. "Fair enough. I am Rierlin, Captain of the Guardians of the Peace. Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World."
"Interesting name. The Tavern's- not yours. Nice to meet you, Rierlin."
"And you as well. I'm afraid I don't know your name yet, though."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Reuben."
"Pleasure to meet you Reuben. What brings you here? You obviously look like some form of nobility or high-ranked soldier."
Elendon is sitting on the roof, seemingly oblivious to Caiman. His wings are visible, as is his crown, albeit rather faintly, almost as though it isn't even there.
Caiman approaches from behind, tapping his glaive on the ground. "Why the hell are there so many angels here.."
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"Oh... that's nice. I wish I could remember my father."
"Can you write your name?"
"I tried... people just think it's a picture of the sun behind a hill... for some reason."
"Do you know where you're from?"
She shakes her head. "I'm sorry... I don't know almost anything..."
"How about general information, like language and numbers?"
"I think I know those..."
"Do you know any languages besides Common?"
"Common?"
"That's what most people call the language I'm speaking."
"Oh... I don't think I know any other languages."
"Can you think of any information specific to yourself?"
"I'm nine years old... I think that's it."
"How do you know that you're nine years old? Are their memories connected to it?"
"No... I just know it."
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Through the door strides a middle-aged man, tall and broad despite his greying hair. He carries a simple pack upon his back ankle his clothes are modest - a rough-woven shirt and trousers with worn brown sandles. Smiling as he enters, he orders a pot of tea and two teacups.
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Chilling kinda vibe.
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*NG might be better for now.*
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"Amnesia by the sounds of it. What's the last thing you remember?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Walking in here... now that I think about it."
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"And you as well. I'm afraid I don't know your name yet, though."
Lariah looks him up and down. "If I may ask.. why do you wear that blindfold?"
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Caiman glares at Reirlin, watching his longsword move. His tail lashes a bit.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"How do you know that you're nine years old? Are their memories connected to it?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Hmmmm. Well, I'm afraid I'm not too good at healing minds. I could give it a shot, but I doubt it'd be effective." *More to the point, I doubt you want a fun character gimmick removed just like that even if she could.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
Elendon is sitting on the roof, seemingly oblivious to Caiman. His wings are visible, as is his crown, albeit rather faintly, almost as though it isn't even there.
"What do you mean?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*Anyways I can keep up with 1 or 2 interactions (without like paragraphs) if anyone wants to. Tabanvae, Echowyn, or Kalnor open*
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)
He shield rushes one of the targets, throwing it back surprisingly far, before pivoting and blocking a slash from a second and countering on the third with a pair of vicious strikes that send it reeling backwards before collapsing in a pile of armor.
"And nothing else besides your age?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Reuben."
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"Well, I know my name, of course. I know I'm blind. I know how to use a sword. So no. Why do you ask?"
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Pleasure to meet you Reuben. What brings you here? You obviously look like some form of nobility or high-ranked soldier."
Caiman approaches from behind, tapping his glaive on the ground. "Why the hell are there so many angels here.."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"No... I just know it."
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Through the door strides a middle-aged man, tall and broad despite his greying hair. He carries a simple pack upon his back ankle his clothes are modest - a rough-woven shirt and trousers with worn brown sandles. Smiling as he enters, he orders a pot of tea and two teacups.
Chilling kinda vibe.