They chuckle slightly. "And I will just make vague motions to it?"
He laughs. "Fair point."
They smile warmly. "Its nice to be back, even if I don't remember being gone... um... So do you want to hear it?"
He smiles. "If you want to, or are willing to, then yes."
They turn from Yazrin to stare into the distance.
"Have you ever heard of the plane of 'Eberron'?"
He nods. "Yes."
"I was born there. I was born as a human to a family of haberdashers turned farms. I remember it as a time of... contentment. Where I didn't look for a place to belong, because I was born into such a place.... and then the mourning came." They say, head bowing slightly. "At the age of seven, I was... combined and contorted with a cat into what many call a 'tabaxi'. I was hurled beyond my home mutliverse to the foreign and cosmopolitan plane of Ravinca." Yacatl is silent, letting their loneliness sink in
Yazrin rests a gentle hand on Yacatl's shoulder. "I'm sorry my friend."
They nod solemnly. "I was... for all intents and purposes, an orphan, in a strange world in a stranger body. Tabaxis aren't native to Ravnica. In only a matter of time, I fell into the service of the Cult of Rakdos. A circus that was the front for a demonic cult, I was a living freak of nature... The second I could, I tried to escape the spotlight, escape the world where the focus was not me, but my appearance. It was there I learnt to master my body on stage and master potions off stage." The tabaxi explains, holding Yazrin's hand in theirs
He nods, staying silent though.
"After a while, I came once more into a sense of belonging... it was easy as a child to find those who would take pity on me and to find those like me. I had a... friend who taught me wizardry and I taught her artifice. Alas, one day when I was helping in an experiment of hers regarding astral-etheral jumping, when I was 18... broke. I was sent into the Astral, my anchor to the etheral snaped, and I was stranded... once more... again... with no one to call upon." Yacatl finishes, taking a moment to take some deep breaths and calm down
He nods again, his hand shifting to wrap around Yacatl's shoulders in a short of half-hug.
They chuckle slightly. "And I will just make vague motions to it?"
He laughs. "Fair point."
They smile warmly. "Its nice to be back, even if I don't remember being gone... um... So do you want to hear it?"
He smiles. "If you want to, or are willing to, then yes."
They turn from Yazrin to stare into the distance.
"Have you ever heard of the plane of 'Eberron'?"
He nods. "Yes."
"I was born there. I was born as a human to a family of haberdashers turned farms. I remember it as a time of... contentment. Where I didn't look for a place to belong, because I was born into such a place.... and then the mourning came." They say, head bowing slightly. "At the age of seven, I was... combined and contorted with a cat into what many call a 'tabaxi'. I was hurled beyond my home mutliverse to the foreign and cosmopolitan plane of Ravinca." Yacatl is silent, letting their loneliness sink in
Yazrin rests a gentle hand on Yacatl's shoulder. "I'm sorry my friend."
They nod solemnly. "I was... for all intents and purposes, an orphan, in a strange world in a stranger body. Tabaxis aren't native to Ravnica. In only a matter of time, I fell into the service of the Cult of Rakdos. A circus that was the front for a demonic cult, I was a living freak of nature... The second I could, I tried to escape the spotlight, escape the world where the focus was not me, but my appearance. It was there I learnt to master my body on stage and master potions off stage." The tabaxi explains, holding Yazrin's hand in theirs
He nods, staying silent though.
"After a while, I came once more into a sense of belonging... it was easy as a child to find those who would take pity on me and to find those like me. I had a... friend who taught me wizardry and I taught her artifice. Alas, one day when I was helping in an experiment of hers regarding astral-etheral jumping, when I was 18... broke. I was sent into the Astral, my anchor to the etheral snaped, and I was stranded... once more... again... with no one to call upon." Yacatl finishes, taking a moment to take some deep breaths and calm down
He nods again, his hand shifting to wrap around Yacatl's shoulders in a short of half-hug.
Yacatl closes his eyes, hugging Yazrin and letting himself be lost in the sense of belonging that for so long he was without for
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They chuckle slightly. "And I will just make vague motions to it?"
He laughs. "Fair point."
They smile warmly. "Its nice to be back, even if I don't remember being gone... um... So do you want to hear it?"
He smiles. "If you want to, or are willing to, then yes."
They turn from Yazrin to stare into the distance.
"Have you ever heard of the plane of 'Eberron'?"
He nods. "Yes."
"I was born there. I was born as a human to a family of haberdashers turned farms. I remember it as a time of... contentment. Where I didn't look for a place to belong, because I was born into such a place.... and then the mourning came." They say, head bowing slightly. "At the age of seven, I was... combined and contorted with a cat into what many call a 'tabaxi'. I was hurled beyond my home mutliverse to the foreign and cosmopolitan plane of Ravinca." Yacatl is silent, letting their loneliness sink in
Yazrin rests a gentle hand on Yacatl's shoulder. "I'm sorry my friend."
They nod solemnly. "I was... for all intents and purposes, an orphan, in a strange world in a stranger body. Tabaxis aren't native to Ravnica. In only a matter of time, I fell into the service of the Cult of Rakdos. A circus that was the front for a demonic cult, I was a living freak of nature... The second I could, I tried to escape the spotlight, escape the world where the focus was not me, but my appearance. It was there I learnt to master my body on stage and master potions off stage." The tabaxi explains, holding Yazrin's hand in theirs
He nods, staying silent though.
"After a while, I came once more into a sense of belonging... it was easy as a child to find those who would take pity on me and to find those like me. I had a... friend who taught me wizardry and I taught her artifice. Alas, one day when I was helping in an experiment of hers regarding astral-etheral jumping, when I was 18... broke. I was sent into the Astral, my anchor to the etheral snaped, and I was stranded... once more... again... with no one to call upon." Yacatl finishes, taking a moment to take some deep breaths and calm down
He nods again, his hand shifting to wrap around Yacatl's shoulders in a short of half-hug.
Yacatl closes his eyes, hugging Yazrin and letting himself be lost in the sense of belonging that for so long he was without for
Yazrin smiles slightly and let's the embrace continue for a short while before gently pulling out of it. "So... You obviously didn't stay talked in the astral sea... What happened?"
They chuckle slightly. "And I will just make vague motions to it?"
He laughs. "Fair point."
They smile warmly. "Its nice to be back, even if I don't remember being gone... um... So do you want to hear it?"
He smiles. "If you want to, or are willing to, then yes."
They turn from Yazrin to stare into the distance.
"Have you ever heard of the plane of 'Eberron'?"
He nods. "Yes."
"I was born there. I was born as a human to a family of haberdashers turned farms. I remember it as a time of... contentment. Where I didn't look for a place to belong, because I was born into such a place.... and then the mourning came." They say, head bowing slightly. "At the age of seven, I was... combined and contorted with a cat into what many call a 'tabaxi'. I was hurled beyond my home mutliverse to the foreign and cosmopolitan plane of Ravinca." Yacatl is silent, letting their loneliness sink in
Yazrin rests a gentle hand on Yacatl's shoulder. "I'm sorry my friend."
They nod solemnly. "I was... for all intents and purposes, an orphan, in a strange world in a stranger body. Tabaxis aren't native to Ravnica. In only a matter of time, I fell into the service of the Cult of Rakdos. A circus that was the front for a demonic cult, I was a living freak of nature... The second I could, I tried to escape the spotlight, escape the world where the focus was not me, but my appearance. It was there I learnt to master my body on stage and master potions off stage." The tabaxi explains, holding Yazrin's hand in theirs
He nods, staying silent though.
"After a while, I came once more into a sense of belonging... it was easy as a child to find those who would take pity on me and to find those like me. I had a... friend who taught me wizardry and I taught her artifice. Alas, one day when I was helping in an experiment of hers regarding astral-etheral jumping, when I was 18... broke. I was sent into the Astral, my anchor to the etheral snaped, and I was stranded... once more... again... with no one to call upon." Yacatl finishes, taking a moment to take some deep breaths and calm down
He nods again, his hand shifting to wrap around Yacatl's shoulders in a short of half-hug.
Yacatl closes his eyes, hugging Yazrin and letting himself be lost in the sense of belonging that for so long he was without for
Yazrin smiles slightly and let's the embrace continue for a short while before gently pulling out of it. "So... You obviously didn't stay talked in the astral sea... What happened?"
"I stayed in shock of what happened, and due to the non-existent passage of time in the astral, I stayed there for the gods know how long. Eventually, the astral winds blew me to pandemonium, where the Howling dragon and demon quickly drove me screaming out of there. Through whatever twisted.... twists and turns, I found myself in Sigil. I... I guess I had stumbled upon a maze for the Lady, and had reversed the usual 'flow of traffic'. From there, I gave myself some breathing room. I quickly learnt of Sigil's nickname as 'The Cage' and decided to leave it as soon as I could, with that destination being the Feywild."
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They chuckle slightly. "And I will just make vague motions to it?"
He laughs. "Fair point."
They smile warmly. "Its nice to be back, even if I don't remember being gone... um... So do you want to hear it?"
He smiles. "If you want to, or are willing to, then yes."
They turn from Yazrin to stare into the distance.
"Have you ever heard of the plane of 'Eberron'?"
He nods. "Yes."
"I was born there. I was born as a human to a family of haberdashers turned farms. I remember it as a time of... contentment. Where I didn't look for a place to belong, because I was born into such a place.... and then the mourning came." They say, head bowing slightly. "At the age of seven, I was... combined and contorted with a cat into what many call a 'tabaxi'. I was hurled beyond my home mutliverse to the foreign and cosmopolitan plane of Ravinca." Yacatl is silent, letting their loneliness sink in
Yazrin rests a gentle hand on Yacatl's shoulder. "I'm sorry my friend."
They nod solemnly. "I was... for all intents and purposes, an orphan, in a strange world in a stranger body. Tabaxis aren't native to Ravnica. In only a matter of time, I fell into the service of the Cult of Rakdos. A circus that was the front for a demonic cult, I was a living freak of nature... The second I could, I tried to escape the spotlight, escape the world where the focus was not me, but my appearance. It was there I learnt to master my body on stage and master potions off stage." The tabaxi explains, holding Yazrin's hand in theirs
He nods, staying silent though.
"After a while, I came once more into a sense of belonging... it was easy as a child to find those who would take pity on me and to find those like me. I had a... friend who taught me wizardry and I taught her artifice. Alas, one day when I was helping in an experiment of hers regarding astral-etheral jumping, when I was 18... broke. I was sent into the Astral, my anchor to the etheral snaped, and I was stranded... once more... again... with no one to call upon." Yacatl finishes, taking a moment to take some deep breaths and calm down
He nods again, his hand shifting to wrap around Yacatl's shoulders in a short of half-hug.
Yacatl closes his eyes, hugging Yazrin and letting himself be lost in the sense of belonging that for so long he was without for
Yazrin smiles slightly and let's the embrace continue for a short while before gently pulling out of it. "So... You obviously didn't stay talked in the astral sea... What happened?"
"I stayed in shock of what happened, and due to the non-existent passage of time in the astral, I stayed there for the gods know how long. Eventually, the astral winds blew me to pandemonium, where the Howling dragon and demon quickly drove me screaming out of there. Through whatever twisted.... twists and turns, I found myself in Sigil. I... I guess I had stumbled upon a maze for the Lady, and had reversed the usual 'flow of traffic'. From there, I gave myself some breathing room. I quickly learnt of Sigil's nickname as 'The Cage' and decided to leave it as soon as I could, with that destination being the Feywild."
He nods slowly and solemnly. "You've had quite the life, my friend..." He says slowly.
They chuckle slightly. "And I will just make vague motions to it?"
He laughs. "Fair point."
They smile warmly. "Its nice to be back, even if I don't remember being gone... um... So do you want to hear it?"
He smiles. "If you want to, or are willing to, then yes."
They turn from Yazrin to stare into the distance.
"Have you ever heard of the plane of 'Eberron'?"
He nods. "Yes."
"I was born there. I was born as a human to a family of haberdashers turned farms. I remember it as a time of... contentment. Where I didn't look for a place to belong, because I was born into such a place.... and then the mourning came." They say, head bowing slightly. "At the age of seven, I was... combined and contorted with a cat into what many call a 'tabaxi'. I was hurled beyond my home mutliverse to the foreign and cosmopolitan plane of Ravinca." Yacatl is silent, letting their loneliness sink in
Yazrin rests a gentle hand on Yacatl's shoulder. "I'm sorry my friend."
They nod solemnly. "I was... for all intents and purposes, an orphan, in a strange world in a stranger body. Tabaxis aren't native to Ravnica. In only a matter of time, I fell into the service of the Cult of Rakdos. A circus that was the front for a demonic cult, I was a living freak of nature... The second I could, I tried to escape the spotlight, escape the world where the focus was not me, but my appearance. It was there I learnt to master my body on stage and master potions off stage." The tabaxi explains, holding Yazrin's hand in theirs
He nods, staying silent though.
"After a while, I came once more into a sense of belonging... it was easy as a child to find those who would take pity on me and to find those like me. I had a... friend who taught me wizardry and I taught her artifice. Alas, one day when I was helping in an experiment of hers regarding astral-etheral jumping, when I was 18... broke. I was sent into the Astral, my anchor to the etheral snaped, and I was stranded... once more... again... with no one to call upon." Yacatl finishes, taking a moment to take some deep breaths and calm down
He nods again, his hand shifting to wrap around Yacatl's shoulders in a short of half-hug.
Yacatl closes his eyes, hugging Yazrin and letting himself be lost in the sense of belonging that for so long he was without for
Yazrin smiles slightly and let's the embrace continue for a short while before gently pulling out of it. "So... You obviously didn't stay talked in the astral sea... What happened?"
"I stayed in shock of what happened, and due to the non-existent passage of time in the astral, I stayed there for the gods know how long. Eventually, the astral winds blew me to pandemonium, where the Howling dragon and demon quickly drove me screaming out of there. Through whatever twisted.... twists and turns, I found myself in Sigil. I... I guess I had stumbled upon a maze for the Lady, and had reversed the usual 'flow of traffic'. From there, I gave myself some breathing room. I quickly learnt of Sigil's nickname as 'The Cage' and decided to leave it as soon as I could, with that destination being the Feywild."
He nods slowly and solemnly. "You've had quite the life, my friend..." He says slowly.
Yacatl seems to calm down, now that the 'worst' of his life has been told. "And that was only in the first 20 years of my life."
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They chuckle slightly. "And I will just make vague motions to it?"
He laughs. "Fair point."
They smile warmly. "Its nice to be back, even if I don't remember being gone... um... So do you want to hear it?"
He smiles. "If you want to, or are willing to, then yes."
They turn from Yazrin to stare into the distance.
"Have you ever heard of the plane of 'Eberron'?"
He nods. "Yes."
"I was born there. I was born as a human to a family of haberdashers turned farms. I remember it as a time of... contentment. Where I didn't look for a place to belong, because I was born into such a place.... and then the mourning came." They say, head bowing slightly. "At the age of seven, I was... combined and contorted with a cat into what many call a 'tabaxi'. I was hurled beyond my home mutliverse to the foreign and cosmopolitan plane of Ravinca." Yacatl is silent, letting their loneliness sink in
Yazrin rests a gentle hand on Yacatl's shoulder. "I'm sorry my friend."
They nod solemnly. "I was... for all intents and purposes, an orphan, in a strange world in a stranger body. Tabaxis aren't native to Ravnica. In only a matter of time, I fell into the service of the Cult of Rakdos. A circus that was the front for a demonic cult, I was a living freak of nature... The second I could, I tried to escape the spotlight, escape the world where the focus was not me, but my appearance. It was there I learnt to master my body on stage and master potions off stage." The tabaxi explains, holding Yazrin's hand in theirs
He nods, staying silent though.
"After a while, I came once more into a sense of belonging... it was easy as a child to find those who would take pity on me and to find those like me. I had a... friend who taught me wizardry and I taught her artifice. Alas, one day when I was helping in an experiment of hers regarding astral-etheral jumping, when I was 18... broke. I was sent into the Astral, my anchor to the etheral snaped, and I was stranded... once more... again... with no one to call upon." Yacatl finishes, taking a moment to take some deep breaths and calm down
He nods again, his hand shifting to wrap around Yacatl's shoulders in a short of half-hug.
Yacatl closes his eyes, hugging Yazrin and letting himself be lost in the sense of belonging that for so long he was without for
Yazrin smiles slightly and let's the embrace continue for a short while before gently pulling out of it. "So... You obviously didn't stay talked in the astral sea... What happened?"
"I stayed in shock of what happened, and due to the non-existent passage of time in the astral, I stayed there for the gods know how long. Eventually, the astral winds blew me to pandemonium, where the Howling dragon and demon quickly drove me screaming out of there. Through whatever twisted.... twists and turns, I found myself in Sigil. I... I guess I had stumbled upon a maze for the Lady, and had reversed the usual 'flow of traffic'. From there, I gave myself some breathing room. I quickly learnt of Sigil's nickname as 'The Cage' and decided to leave it as soon as I could, with that destination being the Feywild."
He nods slowly and solemnly. "You've had quite the life, my friend..." He says slowly.
Yacatl seems to calm down, now that the 'worst' of his life has been told. "And that was only in the first 20 years of my life."
"I'm sorry my friend... No one would have had to go through what you did..." He says, a little quietly.
They chuckle slightly. "And I will just make vague motions to it?"
He laughs. "Fair point."
They smile warmly. "Its nice to be back, even if I don't remember being gone... um... So do you want to hear it?"
He smiles. "If you want to, or are willing to, then yes."
They turn from Yazrin to stare into the distance.
"Have you ever heard of the plane of 'Eberron'?"
He nods. "Yes."
"I was born there. I was born as a human to a family of haberdashers turned farms. I remember it as a time of... contentment. Where I didn't look for a place to belong, because I was born into such a place.... and then the mourning came." They say, head bowing slightly. "At the age of seven, I was... combined and contorted with a cat into what many call a 'tabaxi'. I was hurled beyond my home mutliverse to the foreign and cosmopolitan plane of Ravinca." Yacatl is silent, letting their loneliness sink in
Yazrin rests a gentle hand on Yacatl's shoulder. "I'm sorry my friend."
They nod solemnly. "I was... for all intents and purposes, an orphan, in a strange world in a stranger body. Tabaxis aren't native to Ravnica. In only a matter of time, I fell into the service of the Cult of Rakdos. A circus that was the front for a demonic cult, I was a living freak of nature... The second I could, I tried to escape the spotlight, escape the world where the focus was not me, but my appearance. It was there I learnt to master my body on stage and master potions off stage." The tabaxi explains, holding Yazrin's hand in theirs
He nods, staying silent though.
"After a while, I came once more into a sense of belonging... it was easy as a child to find those who would take pity on me and to find those like me. I had a... friend who taught me wizardry and I taught her artifice. Alas, one day when I was helping in an experiment of hers regarding astral-etheral jumping, when I was 18... broke. I was sent into the Astral, my anchor to the etheral snaped, and I was stranded... once more... again... with no one to call upon." Yacatl finishes, taking a moment to take some deep breaths and calm down
He nods again, his hand shifting to wrap around Yacatl's shoulders in a short of half-hug.
Yacatl closes his eyes, hugging Yazrin and letting himself be lost in the sense of belonging that for so long he was without for
Yazrin smiles slightly and let's the embrace continue for a short while before gently pulling out of it. "So... You obviously didn't stay talked in the astral sea... What happened?"
"I stayed in shock of what happened, and due to the non-existent passage of time in the astral, I stayed there for the gods know how long. Eventually, the astral winds blew me to pandemonium, where the Howling dragon and demon quickly drove me screaming out of there. Through whatever twisted.... twists and turns, I found myself in Sigil. I... I guess I had stumbled upon a maze for the Lady, and had reversed the usual 'flow of traffic'. From there, I gave myself some breathing room. I quickly learnt of Sigil's nickname as 'The Cage' and decided to leave it as soon as I could, with that destination being the Feywild."
He nods slowly and solemnly. "You've had quite the life, my friend..." He says slowly.
Yacatl seems to calm down, now that the 'worst' of his life has been told. "And that was only in the first 20 years of my life."
"I'm sorry my friend... No one would have had to go through what you did..." He says, a little quietly.
Finally the waterworks begin, as Yacatl turns away from Yazrin, not wanting to burden their friend. "Thank you... thank you for being here for me."
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They chuckle slightly. "And I will just make vague motions to it?"
He laughs. "Fair point."
They smile warmly. "Its nice to be back, even if I don't remember being gone... um... So do you want to hear it?"
He smiles. "If you want to, or are willing to, then yes."
They turn from Yazrin to stare into the distance.
"Have you ever heard of the plane of 'Eberron'?"
He nods. "Yes."
"I was born there. I was born as a human to a family of haberdashers turned farms. I remember it as a time of... contentment. Where I didn't look for a place to belong, because I was born into such a place.... and then the mourning came." They say, head bowing slightly. "At the age of seven, I was... combined and contorted with a cat into what many call a 'tabaxi'. I was hurled beyond my home mutliverse to the foreign and cosmopolitan plane of Ravinca." Yacatl is silent, letting their loneliness sink in
Yazrin rests a gentle hand on Yacatl's shoulder. "I'm sorry my friend."
They nod solemnly. "I was... for all intents and purposes, an orphan, in a strange world in a stranger body. Tabaxis aren't native to Ravnica. In only a matter of time, I fell into the service of the Cult of Rakdos. A circus that was the front for a demonic cult, I was a living freak of nature... The second I could, I tried to escape the spotlight, escape the world where the focus was not me, but my appearance. It was there I learnt to master my body on stage and master potions off stage." The tabaxi explains, holding Yazrin's hand in theirs
He nods, staying silent though.
"After a while, I came once more into a sense of belonging... it was easy as a child to find those who would take pity on me and to find those like me. I had a... friend who taught me wizardry and I taught her artifice. Alas, one day when I was helping in an experiment of hers regarding astral-etheral jumping, when I was 18... broke. I was sent into the Astral, my anchor to the etheral snaped, and I was stranded... once more... again... with no one to call upon." Yacatl finishes, taking a moment to take some deep breaths and calm down
He nods again, his hand shifting to wrap around Yacatl's shoulders in a short of half-hug.
Yacatl closes his eyes, hugging Yazrin and letting himself be lost in the sense of belonging that for so long he was without for
Yazrin smiles slightly and let's the embrace continue for a short while before gently pulling out of it. "So... You obviously didn't stay talked in the astral sea... What happened?"
"I stayed in shock of what happened, and due to the non-existent passage of time in the astral, I stayed there for the gods know how long. Eventually, the astral winds blew me to pandemonium, where the Howling dragon and demon quickly drove me screaming out of there. Through whatever twisted.... twists and turns, I found myself in Sigil. I... I guess I had stumbled upon a maze for the Lady, and had reversed the usual 'flow of traffic'. From there, I gave myself some breathing room. I quickly learnt of Sigil's nickname as 'The Cage' and decided to leave it as soon as I could, with that destination being the Feywild."
He nods slowly and solemnly. "You've had quite the life, my friend..." He says slowly.
Yacatl seems to calm down, now that the 'worst' of his life has been told. "And that was only in the first 20 years of my life."
"I'm sorry my friend... No one would have had to go through what you did..." He says, a little quietly.
Finally the waterworks begin, as Yacatl turns away from Yazrin, not wanting to burden their friend. "Thank you... thank you for being here for me."
Yazrin smiles slightly and turns Yacatl back to face him before hugging him again. "Of course, my friend."
Finally the waterworks begin, as Yacatl turns away from Yazrin, not wanting to burden their friend. "Thank you... thank you for being here for me."
Yazrin smiles slightly and turns Yacatl back to face him before hugging him again. "Of course, my friend."
"I'm sorry for burdening you... I'm sorry for being such a kid at heart..." He says, no long crying, just melancholic
He chuckles wryly. "It's no burden my friend. As for you being a kid at heart, I think everything would be better, in all the worlds, of not people kept a childlike attitude." He says with a smile.
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*Ok, i'll finalize them and intro tomorrow :D*
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He nods again, his hand shifting to wrap around Yacatl's shoulders in a short of half-hug.
*Ooo. Um... Introduce them now I guess? Although I personally would wait for tomorrow*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yacatl closes his eyes, hugging Yazrin and letting himself be lost in the sense of belonging that for so long he was without for
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yazrin smiles slightly and let's the embrace continue for a short while before gently pulling out of it. "So... You obviously didn't stay talked in the astral sea... What happened?"
"I stayed in shock of what happened, and due to the non-existent passage of time in the astral, I stayed there for the gods know how long. Eventually, the astral winds blew me to pandemonium, where the Howling dragon and demon quickly drove me screaming out of there. Through whatever twisted.... twists and turns, I found myself in Sigil. I... I guess I had stumbled upon a maze for the Lady, and had reversed the usual 'flow of traffic'. From there, I gave myself some breathing room. I quickly learnt of Sigil's nickname as 'The Cage' and decided to leave it as soon as I could, with that destination being the Feywild."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He nods slowly and solemnly. "You've had quite the life, my friend..." He says slowly.
Yacatl seems to calm down, now that the 'worst' of his life has been told. "And that was only in the first 20 years of my life."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I'm sorry my friend... No one would have had to go through what you did..." He says, a little quietly.
*Current characters:*
Aovin is a bit drunk still, laying his head down at the bar.
Ace is having a gambling match with a few tavern patrons
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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
Ash has blanketed their brother, not really know how to deal with them
Lysander has forseen the future, and is probably winning the game
7 5 15
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Finally the waterworks begin, as Yacatl turns away from Yazrin, not wanting to burden their friend. "Thank you... thank you for being here for me."
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Aovin is poking ash, smiling happily
Ace has extreme luck on his side
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Yazrin smiles slightly and turns Yacatl back to face him before hugging him again. "Of course, my friend."
They frown. "How is it going? Everything alright?"
*Do they add anything to the rolls?*
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"I'm sorry for burdening you... I'm sorry for being such a kid at heart..." He says, no long crying, just melancholic
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"I'm happy you're here," He says
*Not unless they try and cheat in some way:* 8
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They fight a smile. "Even when you aren't drunk?"
4 *If it is above a five, but below an eight, then Lysander uses portent to make Ace lose*
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"Of course, you're my favorite sister," he says, smiling warmly
Ace sighs as he loses that round, "Not bad, your luck is pretty good, if not a bid trifled."
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 chuckles wryly. "It's no burden my friend. As for you being a kid at heart, I think everything would be better, in all the worlds, of not people kept a childlike attitude." He says with a smile.