Jackson, finishes his drink and stands up. The smell of deeply scarred decay his his nose, he turned his head towards the source, Damien
*Alignment wise, no, but decay yes*
Damien looks at them after a moment, "Um.... yes?"
He says nothing, the air around Damien getting to his brain.
".....Alright then." He says after they don't respond, turning back to his food.
Jackson, on the inside, knew this man was a necromancer. He felt his hand reach for his blade before quickly regaining control and pulling it away. He sits down at a table and orders a meal, keeping an eye on Damien
After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
Jackson watches but can't see the words
After a few seconds of writing, damien looks at them again, then writes a quick note into the book
Adder is in the field. He is sitting in front of a small campfire, watching the sunny sky above. He was roasting a rabbit over the fire while carving something in a rock.
Jackson is talking with Xio
Omega is sleeping.
Sharlene steps outside and gets back to training.
Adder looks up to see who was walking around. His eyes widen as he chuckles "i know you"
She looks over as she stretches. "Hm? Oh, the pickpocket. What do you want?"
"nothing" he hums, chuckling
She raises an eyebrow and went back to stretching.
Adder watches her, chuckling "I still have your coins if you want them back"
"Nah."
"Kay then" he said, quietly mimicking Sharlene's voice
She glared at him before going over to a tree and taking it down with one kick.
Adder watched before chuckling
She ignored him and moved on to the next tree.
*Adder: *Chuckles* Im in danger*
Adder turns fully around to watch this display of annoyance
*Yep, one punch from her would send him flying past the afterlife. Not really, that's a bit of exaggeration. Just a bit.*
"Any reason you're watching me?"
"your destroying wildlife"
"It'll be fine, the trees around here grow abnormally fast. Besides, I'm making sure the ones I take down don't have any nests or anything in them."
"So, if I tell you as much as I can learn about the journal by spying on Thirteen, will that help you summon it?" Tevelin asks Ettor.
"Look, the magic I do is more in the illusion slash death type, so unless you got a dead person who's seen the journal before, I'm not much use."
*OOOH bad luck, Thirteen took an oath to never kill. He's a vegetarian and does anti-death magic as a result. Except...*
"Yes! Yes there is!" Tevelin says, standing up in excitement. "Thirteen's familiar is a psionic zombie cat, and he has three skeletons that work for him! We could use either!"
"Since they work for him, would they really be willing to tell us about the journal. And of they are, chances are Thirteen would have also been willing to talk."
"Well, the cat sounds like our best shot, since cats are so independent. I think she's out on the front lawn, we can go question her!"
"Fine, lead the way, bird."
*Oh wait, Poppy is out on the lawn too. Ettor may be little help after all.*
Tevelin walks onto the lawn, toward the undead cat who is sunning herself in Entropy's warm sunbeams.
Ettor walks up to the little cat. "Hello, cat, do you mind if we speak for a bit?"
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Jackson, finishes his drink and stands up. The smell of deeply scarred decay his his nose, he turned his head towards the source, Damien
*Alignment wise, no, but decay yes*
Damien looks at them after a moment, "Um.... yes?"
He says nothing, the air around Damien getting to his brain.
".....Alright then." He says after they don't respond, turning back to his food.
Jackson, on the inside, knew this man was a necromancer. He felt his hand reach for his blade before quickly regaining control and pulling it away. He sits down at a table and orders a meal, keeping an eye on Damien
After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
*Thirteen HATES Damien. Necromancy was his life, and now Damien's making him follow standard magical jurisdiction...*
*Mwahaha >:]*
*Damien sees Thirteen much like an unruly child.*
*Thirteen has traveled across the Inner Planes. He has stolen a spelljammer and traveled to every main world on the Material Plane. He is 219, and Damien can go jump in the Sirocco Straits!!!!!!!*
*Damien has created things outside of time and space.*
"So, if I tell you as much as I can learn about the journal by spying on Thirteen, will that help you summon it?" Tevelin asks Ettor.
"Look, the magic I do is more in the illusion slash death type, so unless you got a dead person who's seen the journal before, I'm not much use."
*OOOH bad luck, Thirteen took an oath to never kill. He's a vegetarian and does anti-death magic as a result. Except...*
"Yes! Yes there is!" Tevelin says, standing up in excitement. "Thirteen's familiar is a psionic zombie cat, and he has three skeletons that work for him! We could use either!"
"Since they work for him, would they really be willing to tell us about the journal. And of they are, chances are Thirteen would have also been willing to talk."
"Well, the cat sounds like our best shot, since cats are so independent. I think she's out on the front lawn, we can go question her!"
"Fine, lead the way, bird."
*Oh wait, Poppy is out on the lawn too. Ettor may be little help after all.*
Tevelin walks onto the lawn, toward the undead cat who is sunning herself in Entropy's warm sunbeams.
Ettor walks up to the little cat. "Hello, cat, do you mind if we speak for a bit?"
The cat twists her head, her orange glowing eyespots resting on Ettor's face. <What's up? Make it fast, I was napping.>
Jackson, finishes his drink and stands up. The smell of deeply scarred decay his his nose, he turned his head towards the source, Damien
*Alignment wise, no, but decay yes*
Damien looks at them after a moment, "Um.... yes?"
He says nothing, the air around Damien getting to his brain.
".....Alright then." He says after they don't respond, turning back to his food.
Jackson, on the inside, knew this man was a necromancer. He felt his hand reach for his blade before quickly regaining control and pulling it away. He sits down at a table and orders a meal, keeping an eye on Damien
After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
Jackson watches but can't see the words
After a few seconds of writing, damien looks at them again, then writes a quick note into the book
He narrows his eyes before checking his pocket watch. He counts for three seconds before snapping it shut and standing up, walking over to Damien "Who are youP
Adder is in the field. He is sitting in front of a small campfire, watching the sunny sky above. He was roasting a rabbit over the fire while carving something in a rock.
Jackson is talking with Xio
Omega is sleeping.
Sharlene steps outside and gets back to training.
Adder looks up to see who was walking around. His eyes widen as he chuckles "i know you"
She looks over as she stretches. "Hm? Oh, the pickpocket. What do you want?"
"nothing" he hums, chuckling
She raises an eyebrow and went back to stretching.
Adder watches her, chuckling "I still have your coins if you want them back"
"Nah."
"Kay then" he said, quietly mimicking Sharlene's voice
She glared at him before going over to a tree and taking it down with one kick.
Adder watched before chuckling
She ignored him and moved on to the next tree.
*Adder: *Chuckles* Im in danger*
Adder turns fully around to watch this display of annoyance
*Yep, one punch from her would send him flying past the afterlife. Not really, that's a bit of exaggeration. Just a bit.*
"Any reason you're watching me?"
"your destroying wildlife"
"It'll be fine, the trees around here grow abnormally fast. Besides, I'm making sure the ones I take down don't have any nests or anything in them."
'i didnt see you check" he said
"I only need to look at it to know."
"thats sounds like a load and a half" he said
"Listen closely, I can tell by the claw marks on the bark. If there's a lot, chances are some sort of animal lives on or near it, if there's only a few, there probably isn't very many animals in the area around it."
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"So, if I tell you as much as I can learn about the journal by spying on Thirteen, will that help you summon it?" Tevelin asks Ettor.
"Look, the magic I do is more in the illusion slash death type, so unless you got a dead person who's seen the journal before, I'm not much use."
*OOOH bad luck, Thirteen took an oath to never kill. He's a vegetarian and does anti-death magic as a result. Except...*
"Yes! Yes there is!" Tevelin says, standing up in excitement. "Thirteen's familiar is a psionic zombie cat, and he has three skeletons that work for him! We could use either!"
"Since they work for him, would they really be willing to tell us about the journal. And of they are, chances are Thirteen would have also been willing to talk."
"Well, the cat sounds like our best shot, since cats are so independent. I think she's out on the front lawn, we can go question her!"
"Fine, lead the way, bird."
*Oh wait, Poppy is out on the lawn too. Ettor may be little help after all.*
Tevelin walks onto the lawn, toward the undead cat who is sunning herself in Entropy's warm sunbeams.
Ettor walks up to the little cat. "Hello, cat, do you mind if we speak for a bit?"
The cat twists her head, her orange glowing eyespots resting on Ettor's face. <What's up? Make it fast, I was napping.>
"I have an acquaintance that would like to hear about a certain person's journal."
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Jackson, finishes his drink and stands up. The smell of deeply scarred decay his his nose, he turned his head towards the source, Damien
*Alignment wise, no, but decay yes*
Damien looks at them after a moment, "Um.... yes?"
He says nothing, the air around Damien getting to his brain.
".....Alright then." He says after they don't respond, turning back to his food.
Jackson, on the inside, knew this man was a necromancer. He felt his hand reach for his blade before quickly regaining control and pulling it away. He sits down at a table and orders a meal, keeping an eye on Damien
After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
*Thirteen HATES Damien. Necromancy was his life, and now Damien's making him follow standard magical jurisdiction...*
*Mwahaha >:]*
*Damien sees Thirteen much like an unruly child.*
*Thirteen has traveled across the Inner Planes. He has stolen a spelljammer and traveled to every main world on the Material Plane. He is 219, and Damien can go jump in the Sirocco Straits!!!!!!!*
*Damien has created things outside of time and space.*
"So, if I tell you as much as I can learn about the journal by spying on Thirteen, will that help you summon it?" Tevelin asks Ettor.
"Look, the magic I do is more in the illusion slash death type, so unless you got a dead person who's seen the journal before, I'm not much use."
*OOOH bad luck, Thirteen took an oath to never kill. He's a vegetarian and does anti-death magic as a result. Except...*
"Yes! Yes there is!" Tevelin says, standing up in excitement. "Thirteen's familiar is a psionic zombie cat, and he has three skeletons that work for him! We could use either!"
"Since they work for him, would they really be willing to tell us about the journal. And of they are, chances are Thirteen would have also been willing to talk."
"Well, the cat sounds like our best shot, since cats are so independent. I think she's out on the front lawn, we can go question her!"
"Fine, lead the way, bird."
*Oh wait, Poppy is out on the lawn too. Ettor may be little help after all.*
Tevelin walks onto the lawn, toward the undead cat who is sunning herself in Entropy's warm sunbeams.
Ettor walks up to the little cat. "Hello, cat, do you mind if we speak for a bit?"
The cat twists her head, her orange glowing eyespots resting on Ettor's face. <What's up? Make it fast, I was napping.>
"I have an acquaintance that would like to hear about a certain person's journal."
<Why?> Caramel (the undead cat) looks suspiciously at Ettor and Tevelin. <You aren't working for Feakor, are you?>
"So, if I tell you as much as I can learn about the journal by spying on Thirteen, will that help you summon it?" Tevelin asks Ettor.
"Look, the magic I do is more in the illusion slash death type, so unless you got a dead person who's seen the journal before, I'm not much use."
*OOOH bad luck, Thirteen took an oath to never kill. He's a vegetarian and does anti-death magic as a result. Except...*
"Yes! Yes there is!" Tevelin says, standing up in excitement. "Thirteen's familiar is a psionic zombie cat, and he has three skeletons that work for him! We could use either!"
"Since they work for him, would they really be willing to tell us about the journal. And of they are, chances are Thirteen would have also been willing to talk."
"Well, the cat sounds like our best shot, since cats are so independent. I think she's out on the front lawn, we can go question her!"
"Fine, lead the way, bird."
*Oh wait, Poppy is out on the lawn too. Ettor may be little help after all.*
Tevelin walks onto the lawn, toward the undead cat who is sunning herself in Entropy's warm sunbeams.
Ettor walks up to the little cat. "Hello, cat, do you mind if we speak for a bit?"
The cat twists her head, her orange glowing eyespots resting on Ettor's face. <What's up? Make it fast, I was napping.>
"I have an acquaintance that would like to hear about a certain person's journal."
<Why?> Caramel (the undead cat) looks suspiciously at Ettor and Tevelin. <You aren't working for Feakor, are you?>
"No, I'm afraid I haven't heard that name before."
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Adder is in the field. He is sitting in front of a small campfire, watching the sunny sky above. He was roasting a rabbit over the fire while carving something in a rock.
Jackson is talking with Xio
Omega is sleeping.
Sharlene steps outside and gets back to training.
Adder looks up to see who was walking around. His eyes widen as he chuckles "i know you"
She looks over as she stretches. "Hm? Oh, the pickpocket. What do you want?"
"nothing" he hums, chuckling
She raises an eyebrow and went back to stretching.
Adder watches her, chuckling "I still have your coins if you want them back"
"Nah."
"Kay then" he said, quietly mimicking Sharlene's voice
She glared at him before going over to a tree and taking it down with one kick.
Adder watched before chuckling
She ignored him and moved on to the next tree.
*Adder: *Chuckles* Im in danger*
Adder turns fully around to watch this display of annoyance
*Yep, one punch from her would send him flying past the afterlife. Not really, that's a bit of exaggeration. Just a bit.*
"Any reason you're watching me?"
"your destroying wildlife"
"It'll be fine, the trees around here grow abnormally fast. Besides, I'm making sure the ones I take down don't have any nests or anything in them."
'i didnt see you check" he said
"I only need to look at it to know."
"thats sounds like a load and a half" he said
"Listen closely, I can tell by the claw marks on the bark. If there's a lot, chances are some sort of animal lives on or near it, if there's only a few, there probably isn't very many animals in the area around it."
"But what about birds? birds don't make claw marks"
Jackson, finishes his drink and stands up. The smell of deeply scarred decay his his nose, he turned his head towards the source, Damien
*Alignment wise, no, but decay yes*
Damien looks at them after a moment, "Um.... yes?"
He says nothing, the air around Damien getting to his brain.
".....Alright then." He says after they don't respond, turning back to his food.
Jackson, on the inside, knew this man was a necromancer. He felt his hand reach for his blade before quickly regaining control and pulling it away. He sits down at a table and orders a meal, keeping an eye on Damien
After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
Jackson watches but can't see the words
After a few seconds of writing, damien looks at them again, then writes a quick note into the book
He narrows his eyes before checking his pocket watch. He counts for three seconds before snapping it shut and standing up, walking over to Damien "Who are youP
Jackson, finishes his drink and stands up. The smell of deeply scarred decay his his nose, he turned his head towards the source, Damien
*Alignment wise, no, but decay yes*
Damien looks at them after a moment, "Um.... yes?"
He says nothing, the air around Damien getting to his brain.
".....Alright then." He says after they don't respond, turning back to his food.
Jackson, on the inside, knew this man was a necromancer. He felt his hand reach for his blade before quickly regaining control and pulling it away. He sits down at a table and orders a meal, keeping an eye on Damien
After finishing his meal, damien pulls out a book, opening it and writing something down.
*Thirteen HATES Damien. Necromancy was his life, and now Damien's making him follow standard magical jurisdiction...*
*Mwahaha >:]*
*Damien sees Thirteen much like an unruly child.*
*Thirteen has traveled across the Inner Planes. He has stolen a spelljammer and traveled to every main world on the Material Plane. He is 219, and Damien can go jump in the Sirocco Straits!!!!!!!*
*Damien has created things outside of time and space.*
*Why?*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
After a few seconds of writing, damien looks at them again, then writes a quick note into the book
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"thats sounds like a load and a half" he said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Reasons in Therens origin*
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Ettor walks up to the little cat. "Hello, cat, do you mind if we speak for a bit?"
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She looked a little worried. "Are you okay?"
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*Damien has created things outside of time and space.*
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
"I don't really like dragons...."
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The cat twists her head, her orange glowing eyespots resting on Ettor's face. <What's up? Make it fast, I was napping.>
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
He narrows his eyes before checking his pocket watch. He counts for three seconds before snapping it shut and standing up, walking over to Damien "Who are youP
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Listen closely, I can tell by the claw marks on the bark. If there's a lot, chances are some sort of animal lives on or near it, if there's only a few, there probably isn't very many animals in the area around it."
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"I have an acquaintance that would like to hear about a certain person's journal."
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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.
*Angry muttering in Elvish*
*Aggressive screaming in Dwarvish*
*Wimpy whining in Halfling*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Oh...." She looked a little more awkward than before.
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<Why?> Caramel (the undead cat) looks suspiciously at Ettor and Tevelin. <You aren't working for Feakor, are you?>
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"No, I'm afraid I haven't heard that name before."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"But what about birds? birds don't make claw marks"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"You ok? Did I say something wrong or..?"
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"My name is Damien."
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
*:p*
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