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.*
"I may not look it, but I've tasted quite a few... strange drinks, to say the least."
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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."
"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.
"Makes sense, I suppose. . .not sure what else to ask you."
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.*
"I may not look it, but I've tasted quite a few... strange drinks, to say the least."
He laughs. "Ye her'd o' Moonshine, right?" He holds up the canteen. "This be Gutbuster. Dwarven moonshine, if ye will." A couple drops of it slush out, and Flare can see that it is an ugly, muddy brown color.
*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.
"Makes sense, I suppose. . .not sure what else to ask you."
"Well, if something comes to mind, I'd be more than happy to provide an answer." Flare cracked his neck. "For now, let's simply hang around and converse about present topics."
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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."
Eh, I can learn eventually They say, shifting back to the halfling. So... 4/5 stars?
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.*
"I may not look it, but I've tasted quite a few... strange drinks, to say the least."
He laughs. "Ye her'd o' Moonshine, right?" He holds up the canteen. "This be Gutbuster. Dwarven moonshine, if ye will." A couple drops of it slush out, and Flare can see that it is an ugly, muddy brown color.
He chuckled. "Unfortunately, I have encountered this before. Once I decided to visit a dwarven party, as a treat for my troupe. Heh, Vixen couldn't take more than half a cup before passing out."
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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."
Eh, I can learn eventually They say, shifting back to the halfling. So... 4/5 stars?
He laughs. "For what?"
For the school
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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
"I may not look it, but I've tasted quite a few... strange drinks, to say the least."
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Success. They feel a bit stiff. Also, next time roll using the ddb stuff*
They land, posing for the drawing
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Cool... Say, can I talk to you in my room?" She says, excited
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Makes sense, I suppose. . .not sure what else to ask you."
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
"Sure."
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"Sure! Lead the way." Zaza chuckled at her excitedness.
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He laughs. "Ye her'd o' Moonshine, right?" He holds up the canteen. "This be Gutbuster. Dwarven moonshine, if ye will." A couple drops of it slush out, and Flare can see that it is an ugly, muddy brown color.
goes into room. "Okay, first do you find me annoying?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well, if something comes to mind, I'd be more than happy to provide an answer." Flare cracked his neck. "For now, let's simply hang around and converse about present topics."
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It isn't long before the drawing starts to look like a sandwich with vague wing shapes. The doodle in the corner more closely resembles them.
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
They lead them into their room
*Mind taking this to PMs?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He laughs. "For what?"
"No...just pushy sometimes."
N/A
He chuckled. "Unfortunately, I have encountered this before. Once I decided to visit a dwarven party, as a treat for my troupe. Heh, Vixen couldn't take more than half a cup before passing out."
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*Ye got it.*
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Lothair chuckles, looking for some ink
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They raise their eyebrow. "How? And please tell me next time."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
For the school
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*The old ettor one will probably do*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"You just sometimes force your will on everybody, and dont let them take a break."
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