Aricyra is sitting in a tree outside, enjoying the sun.
Yazrin is training some more.
Shamgar is sitting at a table, drinking some Gutbuster and eating some sort of steak.
Raphael is eating a sandwich on a hill, waiting for their turn
*There's plenty of targets, including most of the animated targets. Yazrin's currently only fighting three of them.*
*Eh, Raphael just wants to give people space*
As Yazrin goes through a rather complicated set of parries, counters, and dodges, he notices Raphael out of the corner of his eye. There's plenty of other targets available, Raphael.
*They have met?*
Eh, I can wait...
*If not, Yazrin has been around long enough, and has a high enough perception, that he'd have heard his name and put them together. Not that hard.*
He chuckles, and spins out of the way of a couple rather straightforward stabs and cuts, hitting one of the targets with a flurry of strike to vital points, including the heart and head. It drops quickly, leaving only two targets standing against him. You're the shy type, aren't you?
More like... I don't know actually. Things are weird. Um... Who might you be?
He dodges another slash and double blocks an overhead chop before retaliating with a slightly less energetic flurry of strikes, hitting the target in vital areas as well, dropping it. Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. Or, what WAS the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan.
Pleasure to meet you, Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. Um... Where did you learn to fight?
Melee-Magthere, the Drow school of fighters. Part of the Academy in Menzoberranzan. He glances over at Raphael as he fells the last target with a final dizzying routine. I wouldn't recommend traveling there to learn though. Drow are not exactly...welcoming to Iblith, or non-drow.
*Nice to meet you, Surivial Island. How is it going?*
* Great :) *
* just got on the forum *
*Good to hear. Actives?*
* A minotaur named Stan. Currently reading a book about Delirium. *
* and I'm going to introduce another character soon. . . I just made them, may or may not be fun *
*Cool. I think I will wait a bit*
* :D well if you're not gonna interact...*
Darkflare approaches Stan from behind, but makes sure it's obvious enough that Stan would notice.
Stan turns his head, sighing. "What are you doing?"
He smiled reassuringly. "Just greeting a friend! You could say we are friends, correct?" Flare stared into Stan's eyes expectantly.
"I have, um, only met you once, right?"
Flare laughed. "Even so, friends isn't such a big thing that it requires more than one meeting to form. Many strong friendships happen over the course of even minutes."
*That is very true. Me and my closest IRL friend met during band, and started talking about video games... 5 minutes later, we were already close because we realized that we were almost the same. Heck, it's still scares both of us how much alike we are...even the way we build characters for video games is the same!*
*Yes, but coming from Flare... it'd be more appropriate to be slightly unsettled. >:]*
Aricyra is sitting in a tree outside, enjoying the sun.
Yazrin is training some more.
Shamgar is sitting at a table, drinking some Gutbuster and eating some sort of steak.
Raphael is eating a sandwich on a hill, waiting for their turn
*There's plenty of targets, including most of the animated targets. Yazrin's currently only fighting three of them.*
*Eh, Raphael just wants to give people space*
As Yazrin goes through a rather complicated set of parries, counters, and dodges, he notices Raphael out of the corner of his eye. There's plenty of other targets available, Raphael.
*They have met?*
Eh, I can wait...
*If not, Yazrin has been around long enough, and has a high enough perception, that he'd have heard his name and put them together. Not that hard.*
He chuckles, and spins out of the way of a couple rather straightforward stabs and cuts, hitting one of the targets with a flurry of strike to vital points, including the heart and head. It drops quickly, leaving only two targets standing against him. You're the shy type, aren't you?
More like... I don't know actually. Things are weird. Um... Who might you be?
He dodges another slash and double blocks an overhead chop before retaliating with a slightly less energetic flurry of strikes, hitting the target in vital areas as well, dropping it. Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. Or, what WAS the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan.
Pleasure to meet you, Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. Um... Where did you learn to fight?
Melee-Magthere, the Drow school of fighters. Part of the Academy in Menzoberranzan. He glances over at Raphael as he fells the last target with a final dizzying routine. I wouldn't recommend traveling there to learn though. Drow are not exactly...welcoming to Iblith, or non-drow.
Raphael chuckles and shifts to a tall grey haired drow. I don't need to train to fight, but who knows? Maybe I will want to go
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*Nice to meet you, Surivial Island. How is it going?*
* Great :) *
* just got on the forum *
*Good to hear. Actives?*
* A minotaur named Stan. Currently reading a book about Delirium. *
* and I'm going to introduce another character soon. . . I just made them, may or may not be fun *
*Cool. I think I will wait a bit*
* :D well if you're not gonna interact...*
Darkflare approaches Stan from behind, but makes sure it's obvious enough that Stan would notice.
Stan turns his head, sighing. "What are you doing?"
He smiled reassuringly. "Just greeting a friend! You could say we are friends, correct?" Flare stared into Stan's eyes expectantly.
"I have, um, only met you once, right?"
Flare laughed. "Even so, friends isn't such a big thing that it requires more than one meeting to form. Many strong friendships happen over the course of even minutes."
"I guess so. . ." He closes the book. "So. . .do you want talk about something, or. . .just sneak up behind people?"
"Well, I figured since I learned a bit about you, you deserve to know at least a bit more about me."
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Zaza is practicing some javelin moves... while skipping along the top of the bookshelves in the library.
Darkflare is hanging out by the bar, meeting anyone's gaze who looks at him.
*hmm.... might make an entirely new character that formed in my head during my time away.*
*Giving you a couple options. You can do one, both, or neither.*
As she's skipping along the bookshelves, she sees Aricyra, her eldest sister, sitting in a tree outside.
A couple seats down from Darkflare is a burly mountain dwarf in smoldering plate armor with a heavy shield leaning against the bar next to him and a heavy warhammer strapped to his back. He's about 4'6 with a fiery red beard marred with a few streaks of soot.
*Since I wanna do more stuff with DF*
Darkflare studies the dwarf from a distance for a moment, then walks over and takes a seat next to him.
When he gets closer, he notices this dwarf is obviously a smith; he has several hammers on his belt, and a small toolkit wrapped up on the floor next to his shield.
"Can I help ye?" He asks, a little gruffly, but not rudely.
Flare shines a smile in his direction. "I do not believe so, but even then do I need a good reason to greet an unfamiliar soul?"
"I guess ye don't." He says, barely even acknowledging the smile. He pulls out a canteen from his pack and takes a swig. Flare can smell the potent brew easily, and can hardly believe that anyone could drink such a foul-smelling concoction.
*Nice to meet you, Surivial Island. How is it going?*
* Great :) *
* just got on the forum *
*Good to hear. Actives?*
* A minotaur named Stan. Currently reading a book about Delirium. *
* and I'm going to introduce another character soon. . . I just made them, may or may not be fun *
*Cool. I think I will wait a bit*
* :D well if you're not gonna interact...*
Darkflare approaches Stan from behind, but makes sure it's obvious enough that Stan would notice.
Stan turns his head, sighing. "What are you doing?"
He smiled reassuringly. "Just greeting a friend! You could say we are friends, correct?" Flare stared into Stan's eyes expectantly.
"I have, um, only met you once, right?"
Flare laughed. "Even so, friends isn't such a big thing that it requires more than one meeting to form. Many strong friendships happen over the course of even minutes."
"I guess so. . ." He closes the book. "So. . .do you want talk about something, or. . .just sneak up behind people?"
"Well, I figured since I learned a bit about you, you deserve to know at least a bit more about me."
"In that case. . .would you mind telling me where you got your name?"
Zaza is practicing some javelin moves... while skipping along the top of the bookshelves in the library.
Darkflare is hanging out by the bar, meeting anyone's gaze who looks at him.
*hmm.... might make an entirely new character that formed in my head during my time away.*
*Giving you a couple options. You can do one, both, or neither.*
As she's skipping along the bookshelves, she sees Aricyra, her eldest sister, sitting in a tree outside.
A couple seats down from Darkflare is a burly mountain dwarf in smoldering plate armor with a heavy shield leaning against the bar next to him and a heavy warhammer strapped to his back. He's about 4'6 with a fiery red beard marred with a few streaks of soot.
*Since I wanna do more stuff with DF*
Darkflare studies the dwarf from a distance for a moment, then walks over and takes a seat next to him.
When he gets closer, he notices this dwarf is obviously a smith; he has several hammers on his belt, and a small toolkit wrapped up on the floor next to his shield.
"Can I help ye?" He asks, a little gruffly, but not rudely.
Flare shines a smile in his direction. "I do not believe so, but even then do I need a good reason to greet an unfamiliar soul?"
"I guess ye don't." He says, barely even acknowledging the smile. He pulls out a canteen from his pack and takes a swig. Flare can smell the potent brew easily, and can hardly believe that anyone could drink such a foul-smelling concoction.
"Oh, enjoy strong drinks, do you?" He doesn't let the smell wipe the smile off of his face.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Aricyra is sitting in a tree outside, enjoying the sun.
Yazrin is training some more.
Shamgar is sitting at a table, drinking some Gutbuster and eating some sort of steak.
Raphael is eating a sandwich on a hill, waiting for their turn
*There's plenty of targets, including most of the animated targets. Yazrin's currently only fighting three of them.*
*Eh, Raphael just wants to give people space*
As Yazrin goes through a rather complicated set of parries, counters, and dodges, he notices Raphael out of the corner of his eye. There's plenty of other targets available, Raphael.
*They have met?*
Eh, I can wait...
*If not, Yazrin has been around long enough, and has a high enough perception, that he'd have heard his name and put them together. Not that hard.*
He chuckles, and spins out of the way of a couple rather straightforward stabs and cuts, hitting one of the targets with a flurry of strike to vital points, including the heart and head. It drops quickly, leaving only two targets standing against him. You're the shy type, aren't you?
More like... I don't know actually. Things are weird. Um... Who might you be?
He dodges another slash and double blocks an overhead chop before retaliating with a slightly less energetic flurry of strikes, hitting the target in vital areas as well, dropping it. Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. Or, what WAS the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan.
Pleasure to meet you, Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. Um... Where did you learn to fight?
Melee-Magthere, the Drow school of fighters. Part of the Academy in Menzoberranzan. He glances over at Raphael as he fells the last target with a final dizzying routine. I wouldn't recommend traveling there to learn though. Drow are not exactly...welcoming to Iblith, or non-drow.
Raphael chuckles and shifts to a tall grey haired drow. I don't need to train to fight, but who knows? Maybe I will want to go
He shakes his head. "Shapeshifter, eh? Still, you aren't likely to survive Menzoberranzan. You can't just look like a Drow. You'd need to BE a drow, in how you act, walk, talk...everything. Believe me, my people would not hesitate to kill you if they thought, even for a moment, that you weren't actually a drow."
Aricyra is sitting in a tree outside, enjoying the sun.
Yazrin is training some more.
Shamgar is sitting at a table, drinking some Gutbuster and eating some sort of steak.
Raphael is eating a sandwich on a hill, waiting for their turn
*There's plenty of targets, including most of the animated targets. Yazrin's currently only fighting three of them.*
*Eh, Raphael just wants to give people space*
As Yazrin goes through a rather complicated set of parries, counters, and dodges, he notices Raphael out of the corner of his eye. There's plenty of other targets available, Raphael.
*They have met?*
Eh, I can wait...
*If not, Yazrin has been around long enough, and has a high enough perception, that he'd have heard his name and put them together. Not that hard.*
He chuckles, and spins out of the way of a couple rather straightforward stabs and cuts, hitting one of the targets with a flurry of strike to vital points, including the heart and head. It drops quickly, leaving only two targets standing against him. You're the shy type, aren't you?
More like... I don't know actually. Things are weird. Um... Who might you be?
He dodges another slash and double blocks an overhead chop before retaliating with a slightly less energetic flurry of strikes, hitting the target in vital areas as well, dropping it. Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. Or, what WAS the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan.
Pleasure to meet you, Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. Um... Where did you learn to fight?
Melee-Magthere, the Drow school of fighters. Part of the Academy in Menzoberranzan. He glances over at Raphael as he fells the last target with a final dizzying routine. I wouldn't recommend traveling there to learn though. Drow are not exactly...welcoming to Iblith, or non-drow.
Raphael chuckles and shifts to a tall grey haired drow. I don't need to train to fight, but who knows? Maybe I will want to go
He shakes his head. "Shapeshifter, eh? Still, you aren't likely to survive Menzoberranzan. You can't just look like a Drow. You'd need to BE a drow, in how you act, walk, talk...everything. Believe me, my people would not hesitate to kill you if they thought, even for a moment, that you weren't actually a drow."
Eh, I can learn eventually They say, shifting back to the halfling. So... 4/5 stars?
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Zaza is practicing some javelin moves... while skipping along the top of the bookshelves in the library.
Darkflare is hanging out by the bar, meeting anyone's gaze who looks at him.
*hmm.... might make an entirely new character that formed in my head during my time away.*
*Giving you a couple options. You can do one, both, or neither.*
As she's skipping along the bookshelves, she sees Aricyra, her eldest sister, sitting in a tree outside.
A couple seats down from Darkflare is a burly mountain dwarf in smoldering plate armor with a heavy shield leaning against the bar next to him and a heavy warhammer strapped to his back. He's about 4'6 with a fiery red beard marred with a few streaks of soot.
*Since I wanna do more stuff with DF*
Darkflare studies the dwarf from a distance for a moment, then walks over and takes a seat next to him.
When he gets closer, he notices this dwarf is obviously a smith; he has several hammers on his belt, and a small toolkit wrapped up on the floor next to his shield.
"Can I help ye?" He asks, a little gruffly, but not rudely.
Flare shines a smile in his direction. "I do not believe so, but even then do I need a good reason to greet an unfamiliar soul?"
"I guess ye don't." He says, barely even acknowledging the smile. He pulls out a canteen from his pack and takes a swig. Flare can smell the potent brew easily, and can hardly believe that anyone could drink such a foul-smelling concoction.
"Oh, enjoy strong drinks, do you?" He doesn't let the smell wipe the smile off of his face.
He snorts. "This ain't something ye'd be stomaching."
*Really...it actually requires a CON save to drink it without puking.*
*Nice to meet you, Surivial Island. How is it going?*
* Great :) *
* just got on the forum *
*Good to hear. Actives?*
* A minotaur named Stan. Currently reading a book about Delirium. *
* and I'm going to introduce another character soon. . . I just made them, may or may not be fun *
*Cool. I think I will wait a bit*
* :D well if you're not gonna interact...*
Darkflare approaches Stan from behind, but makes sure it's obvious enough that Stan would notice.
Stan turns his head, sighing. "What are you doing?"
He smiled reassuringly. "Just greeting a friend! You could say we are friends, correct?" Flare stared into Stan's eyes expectantly.
"I have, um, only met you once, right?"
Flare laughed. "Even so, friends isn't such a big thing that it requires more than one meeting to form. Many strong friendships happen over the course of even minutes."
"I guess so. . ." He closes the book. "So. . .do you want talk about something, or. . .just sneak up behind people?"
"Well, I figured since I learned a bit about you, you deserve to know at least a bit more about me."
"In that case. . .would you mind telling me where you got your name?"
"A name given to me by the people, it is as simple as that. Since I am a rarity among fire genasi, that being my fire is blue along with any summoned magical fire, 'Darkflare' is simply something that slowly arose from the minds of many, and then stuck." Flare stepped around Stan and sat in a char directly to his right.
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Melee-Magthere, the Drow school of fighters. Part of the Academy in Menzoberranzan. He glances over at Raphael as he fells the last target with a final dizzying routine. I wouldn't recommend traveling there to learn though. Drow are not exactly...welcoming to Iblith, or non-drow.
*Fair point, lol.*
* fail *
"AH. Stabby silver coin. . .won't poke friend, OK?"
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
Raphael chuckles and shifts to a tall grey haired drow. I don't need to train to fight, but who knows? Maybe I will want to go
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well, I figured since I learned a bit about you, you deserve to know at least a bit more about me."
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I guess ye don't." He says, barely even acknowledging the smile. He pulls out a canteen from his pack and takes a swig. Flare can smell the potent brew easily, and can hardly believe that anyone could drink such a foul-smelling concoction.
*Con save then*
Sorry! He says, the limited telepathy stretched to its limit
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"In that case. . .would you mind telling me where you got your name?"
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
"B.O.R.I.N.G. I left after about a year and a half."
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"Oh, enjoy strong drinks, do you?" He doesn't let the smell wipe the smile off of his face.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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He shakes his head. "Shapeshifter, eh? Still, you aren't likely to survive Menzoberranzan. You can't just look like a Drow. You'd need to BE a drow, in how you act, walk, talk...everything. Believe me, my people would not hesitate to kill you if they thought, even for a moment, that you weren't actually a drow."
"Do you still work for them?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Eh, I can learn eventually They say, shifting back to the halfling. So... 4/5 stars?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"OK. Thank you." He then pulls out a pencil and a ragged piece of paper and starts drawing Lothair.
* rolled 19, I have a d20 close by *
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
He snorts. "This ain't something ye'd be stomaching."
*Really...it actually requires a CON save to drink it without puking.*
*When Ash insults Zaz, she looks over*
"I am not irritating. Thats rude."
N/A
"A name given to me by the people, it is as simple as that. Since I am a rarity among fire genasi, that being my fire is blue along with any summoned magical fire, 'Darkflare' is simply something that slowly arose from the minds of many, and then stuck." Flare stepped around Stan and sat in a char directly to his right.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Sometimes, if the offer is interesting enough."
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Ash rolls their eyes. "There you finally are. I want to talk to you about something in my room."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Need to HB a mid-tier magic weapon...want to give Aricyra a nice whip. just kinda seems to fit her, dunno why.*