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.
"Showoff." He snorts.
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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.
*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?"
"Because I'm blind, and I don't want people to think I'm just sleepwalking. Who are you?"
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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."
"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.*
"It's... strange. I didn't even realize until you asked."
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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.
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."
"Am I? I can't tell what I look like."
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"Because I'm blind, and I don't want people to think I'm just sleepwalking. Who are you?"
He sighs. "I'm Lariah. I apologize, if I was being intrusive." Lariah half smiles. "I wear a similar adornment for a different ailment. What's your name?"
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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?"
"I know someone experiencing someone similar. You know more than she does."
"Really? That's quite interesting. Could there be some effect causing it nearby?"
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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.."
This elicits a laugh from Elendon, who stands and turns to face him, extremely ornate bladed and ridged armor seeming to coalesce around him, a pair of long, curved swords on his hips, and powerful blackened bow on his back. A royal blue cloak with the emblem of a dragon on it completes his ensemble. "I'm no angel, Caiman." He says, as his eyes flash briefly, and his crown become fully visible for a split second.
"Because I'm blind, and I don't want people to think I'm just sleepwalking. Who are you?"
He sighs. "I'm Lariah. I apologize, if I was being intrusive." Lariah half smiles. "I wear a similar adornment for a different ailment. What's your name?"
"I'm Reuben. Nice to meet you, Lariah." He extends a hand politely.
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"Are you ready to spar?" He says, looking at her firmly.
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"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.*
"It's... strange. I didn't even realize until you asked."
"Hmmmm. I wonder if by asking questions we could restore your memory of certain events? What is your best friend called?"
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.."
This elicits a laugh from Elendon, who stands and turns to face him, extremely ornate bladed and ridged armor seeming to coalesce around him, a pair of long, curved swords on his hips, and powerful blackened bow on his back. A royal blue cloak with the emblem of a dragon on it completes his ensemble. "I'm no angel, Caiman." He says, as his eyes flash briefly, and his crown become fully visible for a split second.
Aovin looks at this, a bit concerned due to his knowledge of what elendon is, Keep your hands off him
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.
"Showoff." He snorts.
Simple training for me. He says simply, spinning back to the first target and, using his wings to give him a boost, jumps and cleaves it nearly in half. That was showing off. He easily extracts his sword, and guts the last target as he spins around to meet its rush.
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.."
This elicits a laugh from Elendon, who stands and turns to face him, extremely ornate bladed and ridged armor seeming to coalesce around him, a pair of long, curved swords on his hips, and powerful blackened bow on his back. A royal blue cloak with the emblem of a dragon on it completes his ensemble. "I'm no angel, Caiman." He says, as his eyes flash briefly, and his crown become fully visible for a split second.
"So you're a fancy angel. How do you know my name?" He glares at Elendon with an icy stare.
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"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.*
"It's... strange. I didn't even realize until you asked."
"Hmmmm. I wonder if by asking questions we could restore your memory of certain events? What is your best friend called?"
A grave expression comes across his face. "I don't know."
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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.
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."
"Am I? I can't tell what I look like."
He chuckles. "Allow me then." He gently rests a finger on each of Reuben's temples and projects an image of what Reuben looks like in his mind.
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"I know someone experiencing someone similar. You know more than she does."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Showoff." He snorts.
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"Because I'm blind, and I don't want people to think I'm just sleepwalking. Who are you?"
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Caiman looks around for Emara.
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"It's... strange. I didn't even realize until you asked."
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He sighs. "I'm Lariah. I apologize, if I was being intrusive." Lariah half smiles. "I wear a similar adornment for a different ailment. What's your name?"
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"Really? That's quite interesting. Could there be some effect causing it nearby?"
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She sees him and gives him a brief nod.
Chilling kinda vibe.
This elicits a laugh from Elendon, who stands and turns to face him, extremely ornate bladed and ridged armor seeming to coalesce around him, a pair of long, curved swords on his hips, and powerful blackened bow on his back. A royal blue cloak with the emblem of a dragon on it completes his ensemble. "I'm no angel, Caiman." He says, as his eyes flash briefly, and his crown become fully visible for a split second.
"I'm Reuben. Nice to meet you, Lariah." He extends a hand politely.
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"Are you ready to spar?" He says, looking at her firmly.
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"Hmmmm. I wonder if by asking questions we could restore your memory of certain events? What is your best friend called?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Sure. You look kinda hurt though, let's get that fixed first."
Chilling kinda vibe.
Aovin looks at this, a bit concerned due to his knowledge of what elendon is, Keep your hands off him
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Simple training for me. He says simply, spinning back to the first target and, using his wings to give him a boost, jumps and cleaves it nearly in half. That was showing off. He easily extracts his sword, and guts the last target as he spins around to meet its rush.
"So you're a fancy angel. How do you know my name?" He glares at Elendon with an icy stare.
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A grave expression comes across his face. "I don't know."
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*CYNO IT HAPPENED AGAIN.*
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 chuckles. "Allow me then." He gently rests a finger on each of Reuben's temples and projects an image of what Reuben looks like in his mind.