*Sheesh, it's quiet. Perfect time for something unusual. But I have nothing unusual so you can have this instead.*
The door slams open and a pair of cracked leather boots clinks over to the bar. Scuffed and tattered, they are attached (as boots often are) to a pair of legs, clad in worn cargo trousers with a belt slung low from the hips. This is where the description gets a little less usual, as from the belt hangs a selection of handaxes and knives enough to make an armourer blush. Furthermore, each blade is carved from a piece of bone or a fang, from white ivory daggers to bleached yellow hatchets. The legs attached themselves to a torso, class in a shirt that must once have been white. Now it's more cream and brown, dust and wear scratching little holes and staining the fabric considerably. Over this, a leather jacket, weathered and broken in by years of use covers the woman's forearms and keep off the worst of the horseflies in the summer heat. A necklace strung with fangs and claws hangs from her neck, which is sun-kissed from years of labour outdoors. Over her back is slung a package filled with all her worldly possessions and a long thin bundle has been wrapped in linen cloth in place just above the sack. As for her face? Thin hard lips, weathered features and grey eyes that have seen more than most dare to dream of.
Lysander waves at the newcommer. "Who are you?"
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Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
They nod, looking down at his hand for a moment
"Don't like shaking hands?"
"Not.... really a touchy person."
"I see. Any hobbies?"
"Hm, i like wood carving sometimes."
"Cool, is that your profession?"
"no."
"What is it?"
"Thats not really your business, is it?"
"No, but I would love to hear it. I might hire you for something."
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
They nod, looking down at his hand for a moment
"Don't like shaking hands?"
"Not.... really a touchy person."
"I see. Any hobbies?"
"Hm, i like wood carving sometimes."
"Cool, is that your profession?"
"no."
"What is it?"
"Thats not really your business, is it?"
"No, but I would love to hear it. I might hire you for something."
"Hm." He nods
"Still saying no?"
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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
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
They nod, looking down at his hand for a moment
"Don't like shaking hands?"
"Not.... really a touchy person."
"I see. Any hobbies?"
"Hm, i like wood carving sometimes."
"Cool, is that your profession?"
"no."
"What is it?"
"Thats not really your business, is it?"
"No, but I would love to hear it. I might hire you for something."
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
They nod, looking down at his hand for a moment
"Don't like shaking hands?"
"Not.... really a touchy person."
"I see. Any hobbies?"
"Hm, i like wood carving sometimes."
"Cool, is that your profession?"
"no."
"What is it?"
"Thats not really your business, is it?"
"No, but I would love to hear it. I might hire you for something."
"Hm." He nods
"Still saying no?"
"Yes."
"Too bad. Anything else I can do?"
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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
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
They nod, looking down at his hand for a moment
"Don't like shaking hands?"
"Not.... really a touchy person."
"I see. Any hobbies?"
"Hm, i like wood carving sometimes."
"Cool, is that your profession?"
"no."
"What is it?"
"Thats not really your business, is it?"
"No, but I would love to hear it. I might hire you for something."
"Hm." He nods
"Still saying no?"
"Yes."
"Too bad. Anything else I can do?"
"I don't need anything from you, but thank you for the offer," He gives a slight smile
"So, what are you doing here?" He asks after a moment
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
Lysander waves at the newcommer. "Who are you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Waiting. How about yourself?" She drains her glass and orders another.
Chilling kinda vibe.
She gives him an appraising, humourless look, "What's it to you?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
"I was trying to be nice... what would you prefer to have me refer to you as?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Hm." He nods
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
"Was told to come here. Drinking."
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
"Still saying no?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"You can call me Carran. For now."
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Nice to meet you, Carran." He says, offering a hand to shake
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She grunts and fingers her hatchets absentmindedly. "You got a name?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Yes."
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
"Laren."
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
She grasps the hands and shakes it firmly before letting go and surveying the room, searching for someone.
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Too bad. Anything else I can do?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"You can call me Carran. That's as good a name as any I suppose."
Chilling kinda vibe.
"You looking for someone?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yes. They aren't here." She raises an eyebrow at him, "Do you talk to just anyone whether they like it or not?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
"I don't need anything from you, but thank you for the offer," He gives a slight smile
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
"Yep, as good a name as any." He says, drinking from a straw that pokes through the mask
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