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#27179 Mar 14, 2022

BluePhoenix710

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*Good morning good people, bringing some new characters that my brain made me write about for six hours last night. God help meeeeeee*

Adder was sitting inside. He was was messing with a small knife while reading about humans in a book. His finned tail waved lazily as he drank back coffee mixed with spices.

"What do you have there?" A white dragon born says behind him.

*Full description:*

A 352 lb., 6'11" snow white scaled dragon born wearing basic chain mail suit & gauntlets, with long thick dark brown trousers leading to Black boots that go up to the middle of the shin. Under all this is a quite muscular body.

*Hold on, ill be back in a bit, im making a few characters*

*every dnd players impulse, lol. yeah see you in a bit.*

She/Her

Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.

Definitely not an undead.

#27180 Mar 14, 2022

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*Mornin*

NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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#27181 Mar 14, 2022

0verkill

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*Morning!*

Zylna is sitting in the rafters, flipping one of her daggers.

Ettor is doing something.

Wolfe is in her room, playing her guitar. Her door is open.

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#27182 Mar 14, 2022

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Wolfe is in her room, playing her guitar. Her door is open.

Asari walks into the room, listening

NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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#27184 Mar 14, 2022

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Wolfe is in her room, playing her guitar. Her door is open.

Asari walks into the room, listening

Wolfe doesn't seem to notice her arrival.

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.

#27185 Mar 14, 2022

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Wolfe is in her room, playing her guitar. Her door is open.

Asari walks into the room, listening

Wolfe doesn't seem to notice her arrival.

She just sits on the floor, allowing her to continue

NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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#27186 Mar 14, 2022

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Wolfe is in her room, playing her guitar. Her door is open.

Asari walks into the room, listening

Wolfe doesn't seem to notice her arrival.

She just sits on the floor, allowing her to continue

After a bit, Wolfe finishes up the bit, and turns around, looking a little surprised at Asari. "Oh, hey."

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.

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#27187 Mar 14, 2022

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed.

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope.

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said.

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder.

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth.

Last edited by WendigoOfLore: Mar 14, 2022

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

#27188 Mar 14, 2022

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed.

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope.

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said.

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder.

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth.

*Sniff sniff, I SMELL WARLOCK! aka cool character*

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She/Her

Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.

Definitely not an undead.

#27189 Mar 14, 2022

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed.

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope.

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said.

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder.

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth.

*Sniff sniff, I SMELL WARLOCK! aka cool character*

*Thanks you, This is Stroth Guidera Blackwood, Alchemist, mathematician, and scientist. partner to Mavwall*

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

#27190 Mar 14, 2022

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed.

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope.

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said.

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder.

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth.

Theren glances over at the man and his raven curiously.

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#27191 Mar 14, 2022

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed.

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope.

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said.

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder.

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth.

Zylna looks at him from the rafters, where she hangs from her legs.

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#27192 Mar 14, 2022

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed.

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope.

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said.

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder.

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth.

*Sniff sniff, I SMELL WARLOCK! aka cool character*

*Thanks you, This is Stroth Guidera Blackwood, Alchemist, mathematician, and scientist. partner to Mavwall*

*funnily enough I'm working on on a warlock too*

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Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.

Definitely not an undead.

#27193 Mar 14, 2022

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed.

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope.

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said.

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder.

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth.

*Sniff sniff, I SMELL WARLOCK! aka cool character*

*Thanks you, This is Stroth Guidera Blackwood, Alchemist, mathematician, and scientist. partner to Mavwall*

*funnily enough I'm working on on a warlock too*

*Me three. I'm also working on a new warlock.*

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#27194 Mar 14, 2022

VariksTheLoyal

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"I don't think I can have much of an opinion about something I lack knowledge about."

"Do you know the Archdevils that run that town?"

"Which town?"

"Hmph..." Spawn grumbles. "Figure of speech. What do you know?"

"A few things."

"Hm, now what of the Hells? Tell me everything you know so I can fill in the gaps or correct you where you're wrong. We can't afford mistakes right now." Spawn doesn't seem as angry as before. "Chase...I apologize for wanting to murder you. I'm just...so angry...But I am going to spare you my fury so that all of Hell shall feel it instead."

"I know that there are nine layers, and the Blood War takes place on the first one. The ruler of the Nine Hells is Asmodeus, and a different archdevil rules each of the other layers."

"Do you know the different rulers of the Nine Hells?" Spawn implored.

The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)

I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
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#27195 Mar 14, 2022

WendigoOfLore

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed.

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope.

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said.

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder.

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth.

Zylna looks at him from the rafters, where she hangs from her legs.

The man doesnt seem to notice, he seems to be talking to his raven

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

#27196 Mar 14, 2022

WendigoOfLore

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed.

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope.

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said.

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder.

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth.

Theren glances over at the man and his raven curiously.

He doesnt seem to notice him, he seems absorbed in his work and talking to the raven

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

#27197 Mar 14, 2022

BluePhoenix710

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*Wendigo, if ur not busy can you get back to Adder and my dragonborn?when you get a chance*

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She/Her

Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.

Definitely not an undead.

#27198 Mar 14, 2022

0verkill

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed.

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope.

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said.

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder.

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth.

Zylna looks at him from the rafters, where she hangs from her legs.

The man doesnt seem to notice, he seems to be talking to his raven

She swung herself up and leaped across the rafters silently until she was directly over him. She tries to listen closely.

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#27199 Mar 14, 2022

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag.

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed.

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope.

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said.

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder.

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth.

Theren glances over at the man and his raven curiously.

He doesnt seem to notice him, he seems absorbed in his work and talking to the raven

Theren walks over to the man and sits across from him

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