Desperationis Contraspem walks in(again.) He carries a mace, and looks like a normal deva, just not as perfect and covered in scars
Reverence gives him a side eye.
"A fellow fallen. Greetings."
He dips his head in acknowledgment. "What is your purpose, deva?"
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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.
Rija looks down at what she was drinking, and poors the rest off the roof
He raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment.
She smiles sheepishly, waving a bit
Reverence looks away, heading back inside.
Rija hops down from the roof, watching them for a few moments before going about her business
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 Reirlin, Captain of the Guardians of the peace."
"You may call me Reverence." He eyes the sword curiously.
Even at this distance, he can sense a powerful holy aura coming from the sword. "Pleasure to meet you, Reverence. What brings you here?" He shifts slightly, he red-gold wings shifting and adjusting his armor slightly.
"Curiosity." He gestures. "Your sword, what is it?"
A deep, feminine voice speaks in Reverence's mind. I'm Silverlight, The Promise of the Setting Sun. I have been the weapon of the Captain of the Guardians of the peace for as long as the order has existed.
*Also, gave the wrong name for the character, lol. Reirlin is the Aasimar's name.*
"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?"
He pauses again. "What exactly do you mean, Gwen?"
"Your a chosen, your mother is a chosen, I have not met neither your father nor any siblings but... I sense a trend." She elaborates, muttering things to herself
He laughs. "No. Me and mother are unique in that respect."
"And such a respect that is, to be deemed wise and just enough by the literal powers that be." Gwen complements Soldaer and The Queen
He flushes slightly. "Thank you, Gwen." He says a little quietly, going back to tending the filets.
"I'll be quiet." She responds, believing that she has gone a bit too far with the praise
He sighs. "It's alright, Gwen. I'm...just not used to such praise. It's been far too long, even with me being a hero. Part of the reason I left the palace in the first place, to be honest."
Rija hops down from the roof, watching them for a few moments before going about her business
Make a Perception and Insight check.
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"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?"
He pauses again. "What exactly do you mean, Gwen?"
"Your a chosen, your mother is a chosen, I have not met neither your father nor any siblings but... I sense a trend." She elaborates, muttering things to herself
He laughs. "No. Me and mother are unique in that respect."
"And such a respect that is, to be deemed wise and just enough by the literal powers that be." Gwen complements Soldaer and The Queen
He flushes slightly. "Thank you, Gwen." He says a little quietly, going back to tending the filets.
"I'll be quiet." She responds, believing that she has gone a bit too far with the praise
He sighs. "It's alright, Gwen. I'm...just not used to such praise. It's been far too long, even with me being a hero. Part of the reason I left the palace in the first place, to be honest."
"Usually when I had to deal with foreign dignitaries, the first thing I had on my mind was making a good impression. Naturally, with the mind of a toddler, the biggest thing I could do was compliment them. I apologize if I was making you uncomfortable." She says, hands at her side
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"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?"
He pauses again. "What exactly do you mean, Gwen?"
"Your a chosen, your mother is a chosen, I have not met neither your father nor any siblings but... I sense a trend." She elaborates, muttering things to herself
He laughs. "No. Me and mother are unique in that respect."
"And such a respect that is, to be deemed wise and just enough by the literal powers that be." Gwen complements Soldaer and The Queen
He flushes slightly. "Thank you, Gwen." He says a little quietly, going back to tending the filets.
"I'll be quiet." She responds, believing that she has gone a bit too far with the praise
He sighs. "It's alright, Gwen. I'm...just not used to such praise. It's been far too long, even with me being a hero. Part of the reason I left the palace in the first place, to be honest."
"Usually when I had to deal with foreign dignitaries, the first thing I had on my mind was making a good impression. Naturally, with the mind of a toddler, the biggest thing I could do was compliment them. I apologize if I was making you uncomfortable." She says, hands at her side
He smiles slightly. "It's alright, Gwen. Like I said, it's just something I'm not really that used to, aside from with Nia, although even she still acts as much like my best friend as my fiancé."
they produce one from their pocket and gift it to the fallen "here, and anything else I might do for you?"
I'll pay you.
He takes it. "How does this work? I have only ever received fortunes from a live entity."
Why? I don't cause chaos due for some mere coin
"Well, I can show you. Please note that it is simple hedge wizardry, nothing that actually channels the weave." They state, pulling out another one. "How many letters are in your name?"
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"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?"
He pauses again. "What exactly do you mean, Gwen?"
"Your a chosen, your mother is a chosen, I have not met neither your father nor any siblings but... I sense a trend." She elaborates, muttering things to herself
He laughs. "No. Me and mother are unique in that respect."
"And such a respect that is, to be deemed wise and just enough by the literal powers that be." Gwen complements Soldaer and The Queen
He flushes slightly. "Thank you, Gwen." He says a little quietly, going back to tending the filets.
"I'll be quiet." She responds, believing that she has gone a bit too far with the praise
He sighs. "It's alright, Gwen. I'm...just not used to such praise. It's been far too long, even with me being a hero. Part of the reason I left the palace in the first place, to be honest."
"Usually when I had to deal with foreign dignitaries, the first thing I had on my mind was making a good impression. Naturally, with the mind of a toddler, the biggest thing I could do was compliment them. I apologize if I was making you uncomfortable." She says, hands at her side
He smiles slightly. "It's alright, Gwen. Like I said, it's just something I'm not really that used to, aside from with Nia, although even she still acts as much like my best friend as my fiancé."
"Understood..." She replies, turning around and picking up the salad
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"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?"
He pauses again. "What exactly do you mean, Gwen?"
"Your a chosen, your mother is a chosen, I have not met neither your father nor any siblings but... I sense a trend." She elaborates, muttering things to herself
He laughs. "No. Me and mother are unique in that respect."
"And such a respect that is, to be deemed wise and just enough by the literal powers that be." Gwen complements Soldaer and The Queen
He flushes slightly. "Thank you, Gwen." He says a little quietly, going back to tending the filets.
"I'll be quiet." She responds, believing that she has gone a bit too far with the praise
He sighs. "It's alright, Gwen. I'm...just not used to such praise. It's been far too long, even with me being a hero. Part of the reason I left the palace in the first place, to be honest."
"Usually when I had to deal with foreign dignitaries, the first thing I had on my mind was making a good impression. Naturally, with the mind of a toddler, the biggest thing I could do was compliment them. I apologize if I was making you uncomfortable." She says, hands at her side
He smiles slightly. "It's alright, Gwen. Like I said, it's just something I'm not really that used to, aside from with Nia, although even she still acts as much like my best friend as my fiancé."
"Understood..." She replies, turning around and picking up the salad
He sighs, and carefully pulls the bread out of the oven using a towel to hold the tray it was baking on. (Think somewhere between a baguette and a loaf of Italian bread.) "That should be done." He says, and carefully slides it off the tray and onto a large plate. "The bread is ready as well. The filet mignon should be done soon."
"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?"
He pauses again. "What exactly do you mean, Gwen?"
"Your a chosen, your mother is a chosen, I have not met neither your father nor any siblings but... I sense a trend." She elaborates, muttering things to herself
He laughs. "No. Me and mother are unique in that respect."
"And such a respect that is, to be deemed wise and just enough by the literal powers that be." Gwen complements Soldaer and The Queen
He flushes slightly. "Thank you, Gwen." He says a little quietly, going back to tending the filets.
"I'll be quiet." She responds, believing that she has gone a bit too far with the praise
He sighs. "It's alright, Gwen. I'm...just not used to such praise. It's been far too long, even with me being a hero. Part of the reason I left the palace in the first place, to be honest."
"Usually when I had to deal with foreign dignitaries, the first thing I had on my mind was making a good impression. Naturally, with the mind of a toddler, the biggest thing I could do was compliment them. I apologize if I was making you uncomfortable." She says, hands at her side
He smiles slightly. "It's alright, Gwen. Like I said, it's just something I'm not really that used to, aside from with Nia, although even she still acts as much like my best friend as my fiancé."
"Understood..." She replies, turning around and picking up the salad
He sighs, and carefully pulls the bread out of the oven using a towel to hold the tray it was baking on. (Think somewhere between a baguette and a loaf of Italian bread.) "That should be done." He says, and carefully slides it off the tray and onto a large plate. "The bread is ready as well. The filet mignon should be done soon."
They nod. "May I try a piece? And if so, I would also like to know where the butter is."
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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
"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?"
He pauses again. "What exactly do you mean, Gwen?"
"Your a chosen, your mother is a chosen, I have not met neither your father nor any siblings but... I sense a trend." She elaborates, muttering things to herself
He laughs. "No. Me and mother are unique in that respect."
"And such a respect that is, to be deemed wise and just enough by the literal powers that be." Gwen complements Soldaer and The Queen
He flushes slightly. "Thank you, Gwen." He says a little quietly, going back to tending the filets.
"I'll be quiet." She responds, believing that she has gone a bit too far with the praise
He sighs. "It's alright, Gwen. I'm...just not used to such praise. It's been far too long, even with me being a hero. Part of the reason I left the palace in the first place, to be honest."
"Usually when I had to deal with foreign dignitaries, the first thing I had on my mind was making a good impression. Naturally, with the mind of a toddler, the biggest thing I could do was compliment them. I apologize if I was making you uncomfortable." She says, hands at her side
He smiles slightly. "It's alright, Gwen. Like I said, it's just something I'm not really that used to, aside from with Nia, although even she still acts as much like my best friend as my fiancé."
"Understood..." She replies, turning around and picking up the salad
He sighs, and carefully pulls the bread out of the oven using a towel to hold the tray it was baking on. (Think somewhere between a baguette and a loaf of Italian bread.) "That should be done." He says, and carefully slides it off the tray and onto a large plate. "The bread is ready as well. The filet mignon should be done soon."
They nod. "May I try a piece? And if so, I would also like to know where the butter is."
He smiles. "Of course. You're welcome to stay for dinner, Gwen. As for the butter..." He deftly hooks the handle of one of the lower cabinets with the toes of his boot and opens it, releasing a burst of cool air. "It's in here, along with some various fruit juices and wines."
"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?"
He pauses again. "What exactly do you mean, Gwen?"
"Your a chosen, your mother is a chosen, I have not met neither your father nor any siblings but... I sense a trend." She elaborates, muttering things to herself
He laughs. "No. Me and mother are unique in that respect."
"And such a respect that is, to be deemed wise and just enough by the literal powers that be." Gwen complements Soldaer and The Queen
He flushes slightly. "Thank you, Gwen." He says a little quietly, going back to tending the filets.
"I'll be quiet." She responds, believing that she has gone a bit too far with the praise
He sighs. "It's alright, Gwen. I'm...just not used to such praise. It's been far too long, even with me being a hero. Part of the reason I left the palace in the first place, to be honest."
"Usually when I had to deal with foreign dignitaries, the first thing I had on my mind was making a good impression. Naturally, with the mind of a toddler, the biggest thing I could do was compliment them. I apologize if I was making you uncomfortable." She says, hands at her side
He smiles slightly. "It's alright, Gwen. Like I said, it's just something I'm not really that used to, aside from with Nia, although even she still acts as much like my best friend as my fiancé."
"Understood..." She replies, turning around and picking up the salad
He sighs, and carefully pulls the bread out of the oven using a towel to hold the tray it was baking on. (Think somewhere between a baguette and a loaf of Italian bread.) "That should be done." He says, and carefully slides it off the tray and onto a large plate. "The bread is ready as well. The filet mignon should be done soon."
They nod. "May I try a piece? And if so, I would also like to know where the butter is."
He smiles. "Of course. You're welcome to stay for dinner, Gwen. As for the butter..." He deftly hooks the handle of one of the lower cabinets with the toes of his boot and opens it, releasing a burst of cool air. "It's in here, along with some various fruit juices and wines."
They nod, promptly buttering one. "I guess I will... want do you two tend to do after dinner? I could make a game board or something for the three of us."
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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
"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?"
He pauses again. "What exactly do you mean, Gwen?"
"Your a chosen, your mother is a chosen, I have not met neither your father nor any siblings but... I sense a trend." She elaborates, muttering things to herself
He laughs. "No. Me and mother are unique in that respect."
"And such a respect that is, to be deemed wise and just enough by the literal powers that be." Gwen complements Soldaer and The Queen
He flushes slightly. "Thank you, Gwen." He says a little quietly, going back to tending the filets.
"I'll be quiet." She responds, believing that she has gone a bit too far with the praise
He sighs. "It's alright, Gwen. I'm...just not used to such praise. It's been far too long, even with me being a hero. Part of the reason I left the palace in the first place, to be honest."
"Usually when I had to deal with foreign dignitaries, the first thing I had on my mind was making a good impression. Naturally, with the mind of a toddler, the biggest thing I could do was compliment them. I apologize if I was making you uncomfortable." She says, hands at her side
He smiles slightly. "It's alright, Gwen. Like I said, it's just something I'm not really that used to, aside from with Nia, although even she still acts as much like my best friend as my fiancé."
"Understood..." She replies, turning around and picking up the salad
He sighs, and carefully pulls the bread out of the oven using a towel to hold the tray it was baking on. (Think somewhere between a baguette and a loaf of Italian bread.) "That should be done." He says, and carefully slides it off the tray and onto a large plate. "The bread is ready as well. The filet mignon should be done soon."
They nod. "May I try a piece? And if so, I would also like to know where the butter is."
He smiles. "Of course. You're welcome to stay for dinner, Gwen. As for the butter..." He deftly hooks the handle of one of the lower cabinets with the toes of his boot and opens it, releasing a burst of cool air. "It's in here, along with some various fruit juices and wines."
They nod, promptly buttering one. "I guess I will... want do you two tend to do after dinner? I could make a game board or something for the three of us."
*Me sitting here not actually having thought of anything like that...*
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He dips his head in acknowledgment. "What is your purpose, deva?"
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*Adios*
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Rija hops down from the roof, watching them for a few moments before going about her business
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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
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A deep, feminine voice speaks in Reverence's mind. I'm Silverlight, The Promise of the Setting Sun. I have been the weapon of the Captain of the Guardians of the peace for as long as the order has existed.
*Also, gave the wrong name for the character, lol. Reirlin is the Aasimar's name.*
"Deva would be the wrong word. I am an angel, but I manifested myself.I come here in hiding."
N/A
He sighs. "It's alright, Gwen. I'm...just not used to such praise. It's been far too long, even with me being a hero. Part of the reason I left the palace in the first place, to be honest."
Make a Perception and Insight check.
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I gtg, bye!*
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*Cya Cyno!*
*BYE!*
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"Usually when I had to deal with foreign dignitaries, the first thing I had on my mind was making a good impression. Naturally, with the mind of a toddler, the biggest thing I could do was compliment them. I apologize if I was making you uncomfortable." She says, hands at her side
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He smiles slightly. "It's alright, Gwen. Like I said, it's just something I'm not really that used to, aside from with Nia, although even she still acts as much like my best friend as my fiancé."
Why? I don't cause chaos due for some mere coin
"Well, I can show you. Please note that it is simple hedge wizardry, nothing that actually channels the weave." They state, pulling out another one. "How many letters are in your name?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Understood..." She replies, turning around and picking up the salad
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He sighs, and carefully pulls the bread out of the oven using a towel to hold the tray it was baking on. (Think somewhere between a baguette and a loaf of Italian bread.) "That should be done." He says, and carefully slides it off the tray and onto a large plate. "The bread is ready as well. The filet mignon should be done soon."
They nod. "May I try a piece? And if so, I would also like to know where the butter is."
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. You're welcome to stay for dinner, Gwen. As for the butter..." He deftly hooks the handle of one of the lower cabinets with the toes of his boot and opens it, releasing a burst of cool air. "It's in here, along with some various fruit juices and wines."
They nod, promptly buttering one. "I guess I will... want do you two tend to do after dinner? I could make a game board or something for the three of us."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Me sitting here not actually having thought of anything like that...*