A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
He slowly nods. "You looking for someone...?" He asks cautiously.
"Nyet." she downs her glass of water, pulling down the scarf momentarily to drink. "Well... I suppose you could say that."
He smiles slightly. "Hmmm..."
She glares at him. "Don't get any ideas bottom-dweller."
*He's a drow right?*
*Yes, he is.*
His eyes narrow immediately. "I long abandoned my people and their foul goddess. They've been hunting me for over 200 years now." He drains his glass in a single gulp before standing up, his maroon eyes flaring dangerously. "Be not quick to judge here; not everything, or everyone, are who they seem by looks." He spins, his forest green cloak flaring behind him as he moves towards the door, his movements alone revealing him to be a dangerous foe, simply from his grace and how effortlessly he moves.
"Sorry....that was just a ... very uncomfortable look you were giving me."
He pauses. I didn't mean anything by it. Friends, especially for one like me, even if I did abandon my people, are hard to find. He says, a touch of sadness in his voice.
"My deepest condolences."
He visibly sighs, and turns back to her. You don't know the half of it...but that's a story for another time, if at all. He smiles wryly briefly before walking back, and taking his seat next ot her again. "By the way, I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza."
She politely sticks out a hand, "Lyrith Afravanovel"
He smiles slightly, and shakes her hand, his grip deceptively strong for his slender frame. "Pleasure to meet you, Lyrith."
"To tell you the truth I'm here to kill a man."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
He slowly nods. "You looking for someone...?" He asks cautiously.
"Nyet." she downs her glass of water, pulling down the scarf momentarily to drink. "Well... I suppose you could say that."
He smiles slightly. "Hmmm..."
She glares at him. "Don't get any ideas bottom-dweller."
*He's a drow right?*
*Yes, he is.*
His eyes narrow immediately. "I long abandoned my people and their foul goddess. They've been hunting me for over 200 years now." He drains his glass in a single gulp before standing up, his maroon eyes flaring dangerously. "Be not quick to judge here; not everything, or everyone, are who they seem by looks." He spins, his forest green cloak flaring behind him as he moves towards the door, his movements alone revealing him to be a dangerous foe, simply from his grace and how effortlessly he moves.
"Sorry....that was just a ... very uncomfortable look you were giving me."
He pauses. I didn't mean anything by it. Friends, especially for one like me, even if I did abandon my people, are hard to find. He says, a touch of sadness in his voice.
"My deepest condolences."
He visibly sighs, and turns back to her. You don't know the half of it...but that's a story for another time, if at all. He smiles wryly briefly before walking back, and taking his seat next ot her again. "By the way, I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza."
She politely sticks out a hand, "Lyrith Afravanovel"
He smiles slightly, and shakes her hand, his grip deceptively strong for his slender frame. "Pleasure to meet you, Lyrith."
A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
He slowly nods. "You looking for someone...?" He asks cautiously.
"Nyet." she downs her glass of water, pulling down the scarf momentarily to drink. "Well... I suppose you could say that."
He smiles slightly. "Hmmm..."
She glares at him. "Don't get any ideas bottom-dweller."
*He's a drow right?*
*Yes, he is.*
His eyes narrow immediately. "I long abandoned my people and their foul goddess. They've been hunting me for over 200 years now." He drains his glass in a single gulp before standing up, his maroon eyes flaring dangerously. "Be not quick to judge here; not everything, or everyone, are who they seem by looks." He spins, his forest green cloak flaring behind him as he moves towards the door, his movements alone revealing him to be a dangerous foe, simply from his grace and how effortlessly he moves.
"Sorry....that was just a ... very uncomfortable look you were giving me."
He pauses. I didn't mean anything by it. Friends, especially for one like me, even if I did abandon my people, are hard to find. He says, a touch of sadness in his voice.
"My deepest condolences."
He visibly sighs, and turns back to her. You don't know the half of it...but that's a story for another time, if at all. He smiles wryly briefly before walking back, and taking his seat next ot her again. "By the way, I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza."
She politely sticks out a hand, "Lyrith Afravanovel"
He smiles slightly, and shakes her hand, his grip deceptively strong for his slender frame. "Pleasure to meet you, Lyrith."
"To tell you the truth I'm here to kill a man."
He frowns slightly. "What for? What did he do?"
"Sacked and burned a peaceful village for personal gain."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
He slowly nods. "You looking for someone...?" He asks cautiously.
"Nyet." she downs her glass of water, pulling down the scarf momentarily to drink. "Well... I suppose you could say that."
He smiles slightly. "Hmmm..."
She glares at him. "Don't get any ideas bottom-dweller."
*He's a drow right?*
*Yes, he is.*
His eyes narrow immediately. "I long abandoned my people and their foul goddess. They've been hunting me for over 200 years now." He drains his glass in a single gulp before standing up, his maroon eyes flaring dangerously. "Be not quick to judge here; not everything, or everyone, are who they seem by looks." He spins, his forest green cloak flaring behind him as he moves towards the door, his movements alone revealing him to be a dangerous foe, simply from his grace and how effortlessly he moves.
"Sorry....that was just a ... very uncomfortable look you were giving me."
He pauses. I didn't mean anything by it. Friends, especially for one like me, even if I did abandon my people, are hard to find. He says, a touch of sadness in his voice.
"My deepest condolences."
He visibly sighs, and turns back to her. You don't know the half of it...but that's a story for another time, if at all. He smiles wryly briefly before walking back, and taking his seat next ot her again. "By the way, I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza."
She politely sticks out a hand, "Lyrith Afravanovel"
He smiles slightly, and shakes her hand, his grip deceptively strong for his slender frame. "Pleasure to meet you, Lyrith."
"To tell you the truth I'm here to kill a man."
He frowns slightly. "What for? What did he do?"
"Sacked and burned a peaceful village for personal gain."
He nods. "Alright then. I most likely won't stop you."
"Only an idiot thinks that. A gun is a weapon that creates cowards, it isn't fueled by them."
"Any man can point a gun at any beast and kill it. It is a cowards weapon because it takes no skill to kill a man with it."
Ace has to stifle a laugh at this. "Oh really?"
"Yes. A man has to be prepared to be killed to kill, firearms were made so that people don't have to fear others unless they have guns. And shields make them worthless."
"Alright then." Ace stands, drawing roullette and pointing it at the man, well within melee range, "Raise a shield, we'll see how good it does you."
He taps his shoulder and a red glow covers him, "Go."
"Good. But just so you know, i can fire all six rounds in this gun, reload, and fire 2 more rounds in the time it would take you to swing an axe once." Ace says with a smile
"Only an idiot thinks that. A gun is a weapon that creates cowards, it isn't fueled by them."
"Any man can point a gun at any beast and kill it. It is a cowards weapon because it takes no skill to kill a man with it."
Ace has to stifle a laugh at this. "Oh really?"
"Yes. A man has to be prepared to be killed to kill, firearms were made so that people don't have to fear others unless they have guns. And shields make them worthless."
"Alright then." Ace stands, drawing roullette and pointing it at the man, well within melee range, "Raise a shield, we'll see how good it does you."
He taps his shoulder and a red glow covers him, "Go."
"Good. But just so you know, i can fire all six rounds in this gun, reload, and fire 2 more rounds in the time it would take you to swing an axe once." Ace says with a smile
"Onto your skull as you watch your bullets fail to penetrate my shield."
A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
He slowly nods. "You looking for someone...?" He asks cautiously.
"Nyet." she downs her glass of water, pulling down the scarf momentarily to drink. "Well... I suppose you could say that."
He smiles slightly. "Hmmm..."
She glares at him. "Don't get any ideas bottom-dweller."
*He's a drow right?*
*Yes, he is.*
His eyes narrow immediately. "I long abandoned my people and their foul goddess. They've been hunting me for over 200 years now." He drains his glass in a single gulp before standing up, his maroon eyes flaring dangerously. "Be not quick to judge here; not everything, or everyone, are who they seem by looks." He spins, his forest green cloak flaring behind him as he moves towards the door, his movements alone revealing him to be a dangerous foe, simply from his grace and how effortlessly he moves.
"Sorry....that was just a ... very uncomfortable look you were giving me."
He pauses. I didn't mean anything by it. Friends, especially for one like me, even if I did abandon my people, are hard to find. He says, a touch of sadness in his voice.
"My deepest condolences."
He visibly sighs, and turns back to her. You don't know the half of it...but that's a story for another time, if at all. He smiles wryly briefly before walking back, and taking his seat next ot her again. "By the way, I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza."
She politely sticks out a hand, "Lyrith Afravanovel"
He smiles slightly, and shakes her hand, his grip deceptively strong for his slender frame. "Pleasure to meet you, Lyrith."
"To tell you the truth I'm here to kill a man."
He frowns slightly. "What for? What did he do?"
"Sacked and burned a peaceful village for personal gain."
He nods. "Alright then. I most likely won't stop you."
"That's good to hear. The scales find excessive bloodletting distasteful in these circumstances."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
He slowly nods. "You looking for someone...?" He asks cautiously.
"Nyet." she downs her glass of water, pulling down the scarf momentarily to drink. "Well... I suppose you could say that."
He smiles slightly. "Hmmm..."
She glares at him. "Don't get any ideas bottom-dweller."
*He's a drow right?*
*Yes, he is.*
His eyes narrow immediately. "I long abandoned my people and their foul goddess. They've been hunting me for over 200 years now." He drains his glass in a single gulp before standing up, his maroon eyes flaring dangerously. "Be not quick to judge here; not everything, or everyone, are who they seem by looks." He spins, his forest green cloak flaring behind him as he moves towards the door, his movements alone revealing him to be a dangerous foe, simply from his grace and how effortlessly he moves.
"Sorry....that was just a ... very uncomfortable look you were giving me."
He pauses. I didn't mean anything by it. Friends, especially for one like me, even if I did abandon my people, are hard to find. He says, a touch of sadness in his voice.
"My deepest condolences."
He visibly sighs, and turns back to her. You don't know the half of it...but that's a story for another time, if at all. He smiles wryly briefly before walking back, and taking his seat next ot her again. "By the way, I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza."
She politely sticks out a hand, "Lyrith Afravanovel"
He smiles slightly, and shakes her hand, his grip deceptively strong for his slender frame. "Pleasure to meet you, Lyrith."
"To tell you the truth I'm here to kill a man."
He frowns slightly. "What for? What did he do?"
"Sacked and burned a peaceful village for personal gain."
He nods. "Alright then. I most likely won't stop you."
"That's good to hear. The scales find excessive bloodletting distasteful in these circumstances."
He laughs. "I doubt you'd be able to find me if I didn't want you too." He says with a smile.
"Only an idiot thinks that. A gun is a weapon that creates cowards, it isn't fueled by them."
"Any man can point a gun at any beast and kill it. It is a cowards weapon because it takes no skill to kill a man with it."
Ace has to stifle a laugh at this. "Oh really?"
"Yes. A man has to be prepared to be killed to kill, firearms were made so that people don't have to fear others unless they have guns. And shields make them worthless."
"Alright then." Ace stands, drawing roullette and pointing it at the man, well within melee range, "Raise a shield, we'll see how good it does you."
He taps his shoulder and a red glow covers him, "Go."
"Good. But just so you know, i can fire all six rounds in this gun, reload, and fire 2 more rounds in the time it would take you to swing an axe once." Ace says with a smile
"Onto your skull as you watch your bullets fail to penetrate my shield."
He tilts his head, before doing said action point blank:
Attack: 32 Damage: 14
Attack: 30 Damage: 17
Attack: 28 Damage: 17
Attack: 32 Damage: 14
Attack: 25 Damage: 17
Attack: 28 Damage: 10
Attack: 27 Damage: 15
Attack: 23 Damage: 15
*Btw, since its the tavern, no actual damage but it would sting like hell*
"To tell you the truth I'm here to kill a man."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Sure. We can continue to talk about this... What would you think I would be the god of? If I could be one."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He frowns slightly. "What for? What did he do?"
They think for a second. "I can't tell you the full story, but it was divine magic."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Sacked and burned a peaceful village for personal gain."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
He nods. "Alright then. I most likely won't stop you."
"Good. But just so you know, i can fire all six rounds in this gun, reload, and fire 2 more rounds in the time it would take you to swing an axe once." Ace says with a smile
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Lothair is flying around them
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He scoots a bit closer to her. "You know, the more I think about it, the more I like that song."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Onto your skull as you watch your bullets fail to penetrate my shield."
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o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
She blushes and looks down shyly, before nodding slightly. "Mmmhhmmmmmm..."
"That's good to hear. The scales find excessive bloodletting distasteful in these circumstances."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
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
"Hello"
They chirp in response. Name?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He laughs. "I doubt you'd be able to find me if I didn't want you too." He says with a smile.
He tilts his head, before doing said action point blank:
Attack: 32 Damage: 14
Attack: 30 Damage: 17
Attack: 28 Damage: 17
Attack: 32 Damage: 14
Attack: 25 Damage: 17
Attack: 28 Damage: 10
Attack: 27 Damage: 15
Attack: 23 Damage: 15
*Btw, since its the tavern, no actual damage but it would sting like hell*
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
"Hmmmm...." He ponders this for a while.