Soldaer is cooking some dinner inthe kitchen of his and Nia's treehouse while Shade reclines on the upper platform of the treehouse.
Aricyra is sitting on the roof.
Iralias is singing onstage.
*Where is Soldaer? At the treehouse? Also, how many convos at a time are you comfortable doing right now?*
*Only one per person right now.*
*Got it*
Gwen knocks on the door, having climbed up the tree
"Come in!" Soldaer says, slightly sing-song. He's obviously in a good mood for some reason.
Gwen opens the door, happy to see Soldaer again. "How is it?"
*Oh, and I have a question about Gwen's book on ediquette later*
Soldaer's smiling, his weapon's belt draped over a nearby chair as he moves back and forth doing various things making dinner. "Gwen! Good to see you. I'm doing well."
*Alright.*
"Good to hear... Is this the dinner or a dinner?" They say, looking for an apron
He laughs. "Just dinner. I'm definitely not going to be the one making THE dinner, at least not if you're referring to what I think you are." There are a couple other aprons scattered around the kitchen.
"Mmm... Understood." She says, thinking things over. "Either way, may I assist?"
He grins. "Of course! I was just preparing the Filet mignon, and some fresh bread is in the oven."
"Cool... Um... When does the bread get out?"
He chuckles. "Not exactly sure. I usually go by the smell, so there's not a definitive time."
"Mmm... And I don't want to get in-between you and the grill... Might as well scavenge for berries or something."
He laughs. "Well, what do you think would go well with the fillet mignon?" He asks. "You come up with something, and I'll let you make it."
*Hey so what alignment should my next character be? LE or CE?*
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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
Raphael sighs, trying to heal the ones which haven't died. "Um... Hi, Lariah."
He jolts a bit. "Ah. Hello Raphael.."
"How is it? Want to help me with the corpses?" She asks, casting gentle repose
"I've.. gotten used to it by now. I can't do much about it, I apologize.."
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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
Soldaer is cooking some dinner inthe kitchen of his and Nia's treehouse while Shade reclines on the upper platform of the treehouse.
Aricyra is sitting on the roof.
Iralias is singing onstage.
*Where is Soldaer? At the treehouse? Also, how many convos at a time are you comfortable doing right now?*
*Only one per person right now.*
*Got it*
Gwen knocks on the door, having climbed up the tree
"Come in!" Soldaer says, slightly sing-song. He's obviously in a good mood for some reason.
Gwen opens the door, happy to see Soldaer again. "How is it?"
*Oh, and I have a question about Gwen's book on ediquette later*
Soldaer's smiling, his weapon's belt draped over a nearby chair as he moves back and forth doing various things making dinner. "Gwen! Good to see you. I'm doing well."
*Alright.*
"Good to hear... Is this the dinner or a dinner?" They say, looking for an apron
He laughs. "Just dinner. I'm definitely not going to be the one making THE dinner, at least not if you're referring to what I think you are." There are a couple other aprons scattered around the kitchen.
"Mmm... Understood." She says, thinking things over. "Either way, may I assist?"
He grins. "Of course! I was just preparing the Filet mignon, and some fresh bread is in the oven."
"Cool... Um... When does the bread get out?"
He chuckles. "Not exactly sure. I usually go by the smell, so there's not a definitive time."
"Mmm... And I don't want to get in-between you and the grill... Might as well scavenge for berries or something."
He laughs. "Well, what do you think would go well with the fillet mignon?" He asks. "You come up with something, and I'll let you make it."
"I have lost a lot of my baking and cooking skills after [mental arithmetic] 264 years of exile and relative poverty."
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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
*Cal is about 20 with curly short navy blue hair, sea green eyes, and a bit of a goofy smile. He's relatively dark skinned and is dressed in blueish-black plated bone armor, carrying a massive polearm on his back.*
"In your coat." He points
*Neat*
He opens his coat, revealing just... normal clothes
Raphael sighs, trying to heal the ones which haven't died. "Um... Hi, Lariah."
He jolts a bit. "Ah. Hello Raphael.."
"How is it? Want to help me with the corpses?" She asks, casting gentle repose
"I've.. gotten used to it by now. I can't do much about it, I apologize.."
"You can. You can assist me cremating them, or digging graves. Oh, and you can try to reign in your horse, literally and figuratively."
He shakes his head. "She doesn't listen to me. If I try to hold in her impulses anymore, she'll start targeting humanoids."
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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
Soldaer is cooking some dinner inthe kitchen of his and Nia's treehouse while Shade reclines on the upper platform of the treehouse.
Aricyra is sitting on the roof.
Iralias is singing onstage.
*Where is Soldaer? At the treehouse? Also, how many convos at a time are you comfortable doing right now?*
*Only one per person right now.*
*Got it*
Gwen knocks on the door, having climbed up the tree
"Come in!" Soldaer says, slightly sing-song. He's obviously in a good mood for some reason.
Gwen opens the door, happy to see Soldaer again. "How is it?"
*Oh, and I have a question about Gwen's book on ediquette later*
Soldaer's smiling, his weapon's belt draped over a nearby chair as he moves back and forth doing various things making dinner. "Gwen! Good to see you. I'm doing well."
*Alright.*
"Good to hear... Is this the dinner or a dinner?" They say, looking for an apron
He laughs. "Just dinner. I'm definitely not going to be the one making THE dinner, at least not if you're referring to what I think you are." There are a couple other aprons scattered around the kitchen.
"Mmm... Understood." She says, thinking things over. "Either way, may I assist?"
He grins. "Of course! I was just preparing the Filet mignon, and some fresh bread is in the oven."
"Cool... Um... When does the bread get out?"
He chuckles. "Not exactly sure. I usually go by the smell, so there's not a definitive time."
"Mmm... And I don't want to get in-between you and the grill... Might as well scavenge for berries or something."
He laughs. "Well, what do you think would go well with the fillet mignon?" He asks. "You come up with something, and I'll let you make it."
"I have lost a lot of my baking and cooking skills after [mental arithmetic] 264 years of exile and relative poverty."
He chuckles. "Wel, sometime, I'll have to teach you, or re-teach you as the case may be." He smiles. "How about this, I have some fresh berries in the cupboards over there, as well as some nuts. I also have a head of lettuce and some radishes. While I'm working on the meat and bread, why don't you make up the salad that'll go with the bread for the first course?"
Outside the tavern, a large shadowy, clawed hand seems to punch through the air, dragging down until it creates what looks like a literal tear in perceivable reality. Once it's large enough, a second claw shoots out, prying the tear open until it's wide enough for a large creature to step through. The claws shrink back and a tall figure, about 6'10", steps through the new portal. It's a man with a rather angelic appearance, eyes glowing with an almost ghostly radiance. He's dressed in half plated armor colored black and adorned in skeletal dragons, no visible weapons. His skin is pale and grayish, hair a stark white and messy in an almost graceful way. The most notable feature of this person though is his pair of massive black, feathered wings. The edges are white and spectral. The man approaches the tavern, ordering a white wine.
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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
Soldaer is cooking some dinner inthe kitchen of his and Nia's treehouse while Shade reclines on the upper platform of the treehouse.
Aricyra is sitting on the roof.
Iralias is singing onstage.
*Where is Soldaer? At the treehouse? Also, how many convos at a time are you comfortable doing right now?*
*Only one per person right now.*
*Got it*
Gwen knocks on the door, having climbed up the tree
"Come in!" Soldaer says, slightly sing-song. He's obviously in a good mood for some reason.
Gwen opens the door, happy to see Soldaer again. "How is it?"
*Oh, and I have a question about Gwen's book on ediquette later*
Soldaer's smiling, his weapon's belt draped over a nearby chair as he moves back and forth doing various things making dinner. "Gwen! Good to see you. I'm doing well."
*Alright.*
"Good to hear... Is this the dinner or a dinner?" They say, looking for an apron
He laughs. "Just dinner. I'm definitely not going to be the one making THE dinner, at least not if you're referring to what I think you are." There are a couple other aprons scattered around the kitchen.
"Mmm... Understood." She says, thinking things over. "Either way, may I assist?"
He grins. "Of course! I was just preparing the Filet mignon, and some fresh bread is in the oven."
"Cool... Um... When does the bread get out?"
He chuckles. "Not exactly sure. I usually go by the smell, so there's not a definitive time."
"Mmm... And I don't want to get in-between you and the grill... Might as well scavenge for berries or something."
He laughs. "Well, what do you think would go well with the fillet mignon?" He asks. "You come up with something, and I'll let you make it."
"I have lost a lot of my baking and cooking skills after [mental arithmetic] 264 years of exile and relative poverty."
He chuckles. "Wel, sometime, I'll have to teach you, or re-teach you as the case may be." He smiles. "How about this, I have some fresh berries in the cupboards over there, as well as some nuts. I also have a head of lettuce and some radishes. While I'm working on the meat and bread, why don't you make up the salad that'll go with the bread for the first course?"
They knod, following their instructions. "So... Can we talk? Or do you need to concentrate?"
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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
Soldaer is cooking some dinner inthe kitchen of his and Nia's treehouse while Shade reclines on the upper platform of the treehouse.
Aricyra is sitting on the roof.
Iralias is singing onstage.
*Where is Soldaer? At the treehouse? Also, how many convos at a time are you comfortable doing right now?*
*Only one per person right now.*
*Got it*
Gwen knocks on the door, having climbed up the tree
"Come in!" Soldaer says, slightly sing-song. He's obviously in a good mood for some reason.
Gwen opens the door, happy to see Soldaer again. "How is it?"
*Oh, and I have a question about Gwen's book on ediquette later*
Soldaer's smiling, his weapon's belt draped over a nearby chair as he moves back and forth doing various things making dinner. "Gwen! Good to see you. I'm doing well."
*Alright.*
"Good to hear... Is this the dinner or a dinner?" They say, looking for an apron
He laughs. "Just dinner. I'm definitely not going to be the one making THE dinner, at least not if you're referring to what I think you are." There are a couple other aprons scattered around the kitchen.
"Mmm... Understood." She says, thinking things over. "Either way, may I assist?"
He grins. "Of course! I was just preparing the Filet mignon, and some fresh bread is in the oven."
"Cool... Um... When does the bread get out?"
He chuckles. "Not exactly sure. I usually go by the smell, so there's not a definitive time."
"Mmm... And I don't want to get in-between you and the grill... Might as well scavenge for berries or something."
He laughs. "Well, what do you think would go well with the fillet mignon?" He asks. "You come up with something, and I'll let you make it."
"I have lost a lot of my baking and cooking skills after [mental arithmetic] 264 years of exile and relative poverty."
He chuckles. "Wel, sometime, I'll have to teach you, or re-teach you as the case may be." He smiles. "How about this, I have some fresh berries in the cupboards over there, as well as some nuts. I also have a head of lettuce and some radishes. While I'm working on the meat and bread, why don't you make up the salad that'll go with the bread for the first course?"
They knod, following their instructions. "So... Can we talk? Or do you need to concentrate?"
He smiles. "Of course we can talk. I need to concentrate a little, but most of this is by memory now."
Outside the tavern, a large shadowy, clawed hand seems to punch through the air, dragging down until it creates what looks like a literal tear in perceivable reality. Once it's large enough, a second claw shoots out, prying the tear open until it's wide enough for a large creature to step through. The claws shrink back and a tall figure, about 6'10", steps through the new portal. It's a man with a rather angelic appearance, eyes glowing with an almost ghostly radiance. He's dressed in half plated armor colored black and adorned in skeletal dragons, no visible weapons. His skin is pale and grayish, hair a stark white and messy in an almost graceful way. The most notable feature of this person though is his pair of massive black, feathered wings. The edges are white and spectral. The man approaches the tavern, ordering a white wine.
Egrien, who was training with a brightly glowing longsword, regards the newcomer curiously, as the sword flares slightly.
Outside the tavern, a large shadowy, clawed hand seems to punch through the air, dragging down until it creates what looks like a literal tear in perceivable reality. Once it's large enough, a second claw shoots out, prying the tear open until it's wide enough for a large creature to step through. The claws shrink back and a tall figure, about 6'10", steps through the new portal. It's a man with a rather angelic appearance, eyes glowing with an almost ghostly radiance. He's dressed in half plated armor colored black and adorned in skeletal dragons, no visible weapons. His skin is pale and grayish, hair a stark white and messy in an almost graceful way. The most notable feature of this person though is his pair of massive black, feathered wings. The edges are white and spectral. The man approaches the tavern, ordering a white wine.
Raphael waves to the newcommer, along with bowing slightly
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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
Outside the tavern, a large shadowy, clawed hand seems to punch through the air, dragging down until it creates what looks like a literal tear in perceivable reality. Once it's large enough, a second claw shoots out, prying the tear open until it's wide enough for a large creature to step through. The claws shrink back and a tall figure, about 6'10", steps through the new portal. It's a man with a rather angelic appearance, eyes glowing with an almost ghostly radiance. He's dressed in half plated armor colored black and adorned in skeletal dragons, no visible weapons. His skin is pale and grayish, hair a stark white and messy in an almost graceful way. The most notable feature of this person though is his pair of massive black, feathered wings. The edges are white and spectral. The man approaches the tavern, ordering a white wine.
Raphael waves to the newcommer, along with bowing slightly
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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
Soldaer is cooking some dinner inthe kitchen of his and Nia's treehouse while Shade reclines on the upper platform of the treehouse.
Aricyra is sitting on the roof.
Iralias is singing onstage.
*Where is Soldaer? At the treehouse? Also, how many convos at a time are you comfortable doing right now?*
*Only one per person right now.*
*Got it*
Gwen knocks on the door, having climbed up the tree
"Come in!" Soldaer says, slightly sing-song. He's obviously in a good mood for some reason.
Gwen opens the door, happy to see Soldaer again. "How is it?"
*Oh, and I have a question about Gwen's book on ediquette later*
Soldaer's smiling, his weapon's belt draped over a nearby chair as he moves back and forth doing various things making dinner. "Gwen! Good to see you. I'm doing well."
*Alright.*
"Good to hear... Is this the dinner or a dinner?" They say, looking for an apron
He laughs. "Just dinner. I'm definitely not going to be the one making THE dinner, at least not if you're referring to what I think you are." There are a couple other aprons scattered around the kitchen.
"Mmm... Understood." She says, thinking things over. "Either way, may I assist?"
He grins. "Of course! I was just preparing the Filet mignon, and some fresh bread is in the oven."
"Cool... Um... When does the bread get out?"
He chuckles. "Not exactly sure. I usually go by the smell, so there's not a definitive time."
"Mmm... And I don't want to get in-between you and the grill... Might as well scavenge for berries or something."
He laughs. "Well, what do you think would go well with the fillet mignon?" He asks. "You come up with something, and I'll let you make it."
"I have lost a lot of my baking and cooking skills after [mental arithmetic] 264 years of exile and relative poverty."
He chuckles. "Wel, sometime, I'll have to teach you, or re-teach you as the case may be." He smiles. "How about this, I have some fresh berries in the cupboards over there, as well as some nuts. I also have a head of lettuce and some radishes. While I'm working on the meat and bread, why don't you make up the salad that'll go with the bread for the first course?"
They knod, following their instructions. "So... Can we talk? Or do you need to concentrate?"
He smiles. "Of course we can talk. I need to concentrate a little, but most of this is by memory now."
"Cool... So... Did not know you were/are royality." They say, slicing and dicing
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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
— 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
Outside the tavern, a large shadowy, clawed hand seems to punch through the air, dragging down until it creates what looks like a literal tear in perceivable reality. Once it's large enough, a second claw shoots out, prying the tear open until it's wide enough for a large creature to step through. The claws shrink back and a tall figure, about 6'10", steps through the new portal. It's a man with a rather angelic appearance, eyes glowing with an almost ghostly radiance. He's dressed in half plated armor colored black and adorned in skeletal dragons, no visible weapons. His skin is pale and grayish, hair a stark white and messy in an almost graceful way. The most notable feature of this person though is his pair of massive black, feathered wings. The edges are white and spectral. The man approaches the tavern, ordering a white wine.
Rija looks down at what she was drinking, and poors the rest off the roof
He laughs. "Well, what do you think would go well with the fillet mignon?" He asks. "You come up with something, and I'll let you make it."
*Hey so what alignment should my next character be? LE or CE?*
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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
"How is it? Want to help me with the corpses?" She asks, casting gentle repose
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I've.. gotten used to it by now. I can't do much about it, I apologize.."
— 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
"I have lost a lot of my baking and cooking skills after [mental arithmetic] 264 years of exile and relative poverty."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"You can. You can assist me cremating them, or digging graves. Oh, and you can try to reign in your horse, literally and figuratively."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Lawful evil*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I like not being poked."
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
He shakes his head. "She doesn't listen to me. If I try to hold in her impulses anymore, she'll start targeting humanoids."
— 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
"Mmm... Were they like this in life?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He chuckles. "Wel, sometime, I'll have to teach you, or re-teach you as the case may be." He smiles. "How about this, I have some fresh berries in the cupboards over there, as well as some nuts. I also have a head of lettuce and some radishes. While I'm working on the meat and bread, why don't you make up the salad that'll go with the bread for the first course?"
Outside the tavern, a large shadowy, clawed hand seems to punch through the air, dragging down until it creates what looks like a literal tear in perceivable reality. Once it's large enough, a second claw shoots out, prying the tear open until it's wide enough for a large creature to step through. The claws shrink back and a tall figure, about 6'10", steps through the new portal. It's a man with a rather angelic appearance, eyes glowing with an almost ghostly radiance. He's dressed in half plated armor colored black and adorned in skeletal dragons, no visible weapons. His skin is pale and grayish, hair a stark white and messy in an almost graceful way. The most notable feature of this person though is his pair of massive black, feathered wings. The edges are white and spectral. The man approaches the tavern, ordering a white wine.
— 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
They knod, following their instructions. "So... Can we talk? Or do you need to concentrate?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He smiles. "Of course we can talk. I need to concentrate a little, but most of this is by memory now."
Egrien, who was training with a brightly glowing longsword, regards the newcomer curiously, as the sword flares slightly.
Raphael waves to the newcommer, along with bowing slightly
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Raphael waves to the newcommer, along with bowing slightly
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Cool... So... Did not know you were/are royality." They say, slicing and dicing
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Oh.. sorry. What about water?"
— 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
Rija looks down at what she was drinking, and poors the rest off the roof
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