My sword rather dislikes you, fallen. As for being a Chosen, I am not. My grandfather was a Solar, but I am no more a chosen than most other mortals.
Your sword's opinion is irrelevant to me. Is your grandfather still alive and well?
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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
"No need for formalities." The man says, his voice chilling but also melodious.
"Got it. May I have a name? I'm Raphael."
"I am called Reverence." Raphael can identify him as a fallen solar.
They offer a hand. "Nice to meet you. And what brings you to this fine establishment?"
He shakes it politely. "My travels. I am simply resting."
*Perception check.*
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"I see, well I hope you find said rest. So... Um... Want a fortune teller or something?" Raphael asks, attempting to continue the conversation
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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
My sword rather dislikes you, fallen. As for being a Chosen, I am not. My grandfather was a Solar, but I am no more a chosen than most other mortals.
Your sword's opinion is irrelevant to me. Is your grandfather still alive and well?
He is, and is the patron for my older brother, who is somewhere around here. He pauses for a minute, before finally sliding the sword away, which seems to try and resist him slightly. "I'm Egrien, Captain of the Guardians of the peace."
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
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
He chuckles. "Not many people do, at least outside of my homeworld."
"Do you attempt to hide such a position due to apathy, shyness, or desire for independence?"
"None of the above exactly. It was more a matter of how differently most people treated me when they knew my station."
"So desire for independence." They add, now looking for a bowl
He thinks for a minute. "I guess in a way, yes. I'm not looking to abandon my position. I just prefer being treated for who I am rather than what position I have."
"Which is independence, independence from bias and that desire is... Understandible. Your mother is quiet... The conversationist and charming."
"When might one suspect dinner be ready?"
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"I see, well I hope you find said rest. So... Um... Want a fortune teller or something?" Raphael asks, attempting to continue the conversation
Roran is in the rafters, hiding. His eyes are wide and he has a hand over his mouth to keep his breathing silent.
"A fortune teller? What do you mean?" He asks curiously.
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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
He chuckles. "Not many people do, at least outside of my homeworld."
"Do you attempt to hide such a position due to apathy, shyness, or desire for independence?"
"None of the above exactly. It was more a matter of how differently most people treated me when they knew my station."
"So desire for independence." They add, now looking for a bowl
He thinks for a minute. "I guess in a way, yes. I'm not looking to abandon my position. I just prefer being treated for who I am rather than what position I have."
"Which is independence, independence from bias and that desire is... Understandible. Your mother is quiet... The conversationist and charming."
He pauses, and nods. "Fair point. And that she is, although she is fearsome on the battlefield, being a chosen of Mystra and all."
"So desire for independence." They add, now looking for a bowl
He thinks for a minute. "I guess in a way, yes. I'm not looking to abandon my position. I just prefer being treated for who I am rather than what position I have."
"Which is independence, independence from bias and that desire is... Understandible. Your mother is quiet... The conversationist and charming."
He pauses, and nods. "Fair point. And that she is, although she is fearsome on the battlefield, being a chosen of Mystra and all."
"So desire for independence." They add, now looking for a bowl
He thinks for a minute. "I guess in a way, yes. I'm not looking to abandon my position. I just prefer being treated for who I am rather than what position I have."
"Which is independence, independence from bias and that desire is... Understandible. Your mother is quiet... The conversationist and charming."
He pauses, and nods. "Fair point. And that she is, although she is fearsome on the battlefield, being a chosen of Mystra and all."
"I see... May I inquire unto your families relationship with the gods?"
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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
Your sword's opinion is irrelevant to me. Is your grandfather still alive and well?
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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"I see, well I hope you find said rest. So... Um... Want a fortune teller or something?" Raphael asks, attempting to continue the conversation
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He is, and is the patron for my older brother, who is somewhere around here. He pauses for a minute, before finally sliding the sword away, which seems to try and resist him slightly. "I'm Egrien, Captain of the Guardians of the peace."
She smiles sheepishly, waving a bit
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
*Maybe?*
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
"When might one suspect dinner be ready?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Roran is in the rafters, hiding. His eyes are wide and he has a hand over his mouth to keep his breathing silent.
"A fortune teller? What do you mean?" He asks curiously.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
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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
He pauses, and nods. "Fair point. And that she is, although she is fearsome on the battlefield, being a chosen of Mystra and all."
"Cause this is a firearm i'm tinkering with."
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
"Ah, understandible. You a gunsmith?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
An angel previously not here is now here
Desperationis Contraspem walks in(again.) He carries a mace, and looks like a normal deva, just not as perfect and covered in scars
N/A
"I'm a bit of a gunsmith, though its not like i made this design."
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
"A paper peice of hedge wizardry. Just thought it would be a friendly offer."
To Roran: are you okay?
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 both of them. "Hello, didn't notice you guys before."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Who did?" He asks, playing with the firearm
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Ace quickly takes the gun away, "A friend of mine."
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
"I see... May I inquire unto your families relationship with the gods?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The fiddle with the ethereal aftereffects. "Ooo, sounds cool. Want me to add anything to it? I
am a magic item maker."Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now