Poppy is doing acrobatics on the roof, diversifying their workout
Avery is eating breakfast, which consists of fried grits, hashbrowns, and orange juice
Adder was inside, he was napping in his room happily. His tail flicked back and forth, shooing away flies.
He could still hear Igsan's voice.
"Took yet another soul for yourself?" the icy devil sneered, her words were like the winds of Malthrow, cold and sharp. Alec could barely speak for himself at this point, Igsan had sewn his eyes and lips shut as a punishment the first time. The Icy devil watched him with cold cold eyes "I suppose we should make something out of a traitor" she said and grinned sadistically "Strip him of everything he has".
Alec instantly awoke in his own bed. Cold sweat ran down his forehead. He had been mortal now for 500 something years, give or take a century. He shivered, remembering Igsan's words that forever branded him Mortal and now stuck in the world of humans. He sighed and got dressed, ate breakfast and went outside. He lived in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the tundra. He felt more at home in the cold.
He put on his owl mask and thick jacket and went out into the winter storm. The cold wasn't like that on his home ring, then again, nothing could compare to the cold on his home ring. He sighed and watched the muddled sky of winter clouds and snow fall around him.
After a couple minutes, azazel gets up, wandering upstairs, before knocking on adder's door
Adder awoken after a few knocks and went to the door. He looked completely out of it. He rubbed his eyes and looked down "Hm? Hey Azazel, what is it?"
*The disrespect lol*
"I'm bored," Azazel sighs
Adder chuckled and leaned in the doorway "you? Bored? That is some crazy talk" he said
"Yeah, i'm sure it is." Azazel says, leaning half against the doorway
He chuckles and yawns "well what do you want to do?" He askes.
"Literally anything right now, preferably with you, since i know a total of 3 people here. One of which is you."
An Elven looking women enters the Tavern in a black and red militaristic uniform fitted with a cap and everything. On her hat is the crest of a pentagon with a sword running down the middle, it's blade broken in the middle. Her uniform is tattered and bloodied and so is her complexion. She looks around as if everything is normal before taking a few steps forward, collapsing on her fifth.
Alec narrows his eyes behind his owl mask. He sniffs her for a second before helping her up and setting her in a seat.
Her face is blotched with dried blood due to a few wounds here and there. A wound on side is bleeding out severely and her breathing is sharp and short due to a few broken ribs.
He sets her in a chair and pulls out a vial of shimmering red liquid. He uncorks it and forces her to drink it. (Greater healing potion, use normal statistic's). He sits down in front of her, folding his arms and watching her through a narrowed eye.
After drinking the liquid, her eyes flicker open as she sputters, coughing up blood. However, her ribs are no longer broken so she can breath normally. Her other wounds have healed slightly but not completely. "Agh!...Where's..." She coughs again, interrupting her.
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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?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Zylna pushed a chair next to the table and stood on it, watching.
He sighs and puts down his hood. He had jet black hair that sticks up in front and is shaved around the sides, he has tanned skin with scars over the bridge of his nose, he has bright orange eyes that pulse with annoyance at this moment.
"So, why are you making poison? Are you going to kill someone?"
He rubs the bridge of his nose "im not making poison at this moment, im making a cold resistance potion at this moment" he said.
"Why? There isn't any cold places for a long while around here."
"I know this goblin thing, This is for emergencies" he said.
"I'm not a thing. I'm Zylna."
*Sorry I didn't see this Wayne*
"to me, you are a thing" he said
*It's alright, the bottom of a page is a bad place to be posted.*
"That's a bit racist, isn't it?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
An Elven looking women enters the Tavern in a black and red militaristic uniform fitted with a cap and everything. On her hat is the crest of a pentagon with a sword running down the middle, it's blade broken in the middle. Her uniform is tattered and bloodied and so is her complexion. She looks around as if everything is normal before taking a few steps forward, collapsing on her fifth.
Alec narrows his eyes behind his owl mask. He sniffs her for a second before helping her up and setting her in a seat.
Her face is blotched with dried blood due to a few wounds here and there. A wound on side is bleeding out severely and her breathing is sharp and short due to a few broken ribs.
Tevelin runs over quickly. "Oh gosh, this is bad. Can someone help me take her to the med ward?"
Theren walks over to help
Alec hisses, bearing sharp, inhuman fangs "Your words are already grating against my braincells, go away frivolous beasts"
An Elven looking women enters the Tavern in a black and red militaristic uniform fitted with a cap and everything. On her hat is the crest of a pentagon with a sword running down the middle, it's blade broken in the middle. Her uniform is tattered and bloodied and so is her complexion. She looks around as if everything is normal before taking a few steps forward, collapsing on her fifth.
Alec narrows his eyes behind his owl mask. He sniffs her for a second before helping her up and setting her in a seat.
Her face is blotched with dried blood due to a few wounds here and there. A wound on side is bleeding out severely and her breathing is sharp and short due to a few broken ribs.
Tevelin runs over quickly. "Oh gosh, this is bad. Can someone help me take her to the med ward?"
Theren walks over to help
Tevelin helps lift the woman. "Thanks, I'm glad Galax turned that room into a med ward, otherwise both Azazel AND this woman would be in hot water."
An Elven looking women enters the Tavern in a black and red militaristic uniform fitted with a cap and everything. On her hat is the crest of a pentagon with a sword running down the middle, it's blade broken in the middle. Her uniform is tattered and bloodied and so is her complexion. She looks around as if everything is normal before taking a few steps forward, collapsing on her fifth.
Alec narrows his eyes behind his owl mask. He sniffs her for a second before helping her up and setting her in a seat.
Her face is blotched with dried blood due to a few wounds here and there. A wound on side is bleeding out severely and her breathing is sharp and short due to a few broken ribs.
Tevelin runs over quickly. "Oh gosh, this is bad. Can someone help me take her to the med ward?"
Theren walks over to help
Tevelin helps lift the woman. "Thanks, I'm glad Galax turned that room into a med ward, otherwise both Azazel AND this woman would be in hot water."
An Elven looking women enters the Tavern in a black and red militaristic uniform fitted with a cap and everything. On her hat is the crest of a pentagon with a sword running down the middle, it's blade broken in the middle. Her uniform is tattered and bloodied and so is her complexion. She looks around as if everything is normal before taking a few steps forward, collapsing on her fifth.
Alec narrows his eyes behind his owl mask. He sniffs her for a second before helping her up and setting her in a seat.
Her face is blotched with dried blood due to a few wounds here and there. A wound on side is bleeding out severely and her breathing is sharp and short due to a few broken ribs.
Tevelin runs over quickly. "Oh gosh, this is bad. Can someone help me take her to the med ward?"
Theren walks over to help
Alec hisses, bearing sharp, inhuman fangs "Your words are already grating against my braincells, go away frivolous beasts"
"GAH! We're only trying to help, ya know" Tevelin responds.
An Elven looking women enters the Tavern in a black and red militaristic uniform fitted with a cap and everything. On her hat is the crest of a pentagon with a sword running down the middle, it's blade broken in the middle. Her uniform is tattered and bloodied and so is her complexion. She looks around as if everything is normal before taking a few steps forward, collapsing on her fifth.
Alec narrows his eyes behind his owl mask. He sniffs her for a second before helping her up and setting her in a seat.
Her face is blotched with dried blood due to a few wounds here and there. A wound on side is bleeding out severely and her breathing is sharp and short due to a few broken ribs.
He sets her in a chair and pulls out a vial of shimmering red liquid. He uncorks it and forces her to drink it. (Greater healing potion, use normal statistic's). He sits down in front of her, folding his arms and watching her through a narrowed eye.
After drinking the liquid, her eyes flicker open as she sputters, coughing up blood. However, her ribs are no longer broken so she can breath normally. Her other wounds have healed slightly but not completely. "Agh!...Where's..." She coughs again, interrupting her.
"your in a tavern, don't ask me what tavern, I don't know" he said and re-corked the vial. He had dark brown-black hair that poked in the front, a single pale blue eye stared at her from behind the owl mask.
Zylna pushed a chair next to the table and stood on it, watching.
He sighs and puts down his hood. He had jet black hair that sticks up in front and is shaved around the sides, he has tanned skin with scars over the bridge of his nose, he has bright orange eyes that pulse with annoyance at this moment.
"So, why are you making poison? Are you going to kill someone?"
He rubs the bridge of his nose "im not making poison at this moment, im making a cold resistance potion at this moment" he said.
"Why? There isn't any cold places for a long while around here."
"I know this goblin thing, This is for emergencies" he said.
"I'm not a thing. I'm Zylna."
*Sorry I didn't see this Wayne*
"to me, you are a thing" he said
*It's alright, the bottom of a page is a bad place to be posted.*
"That's a bit racist, isn't it?"
"Most people are things to me, soon to die, soon to be born"
Poppy is doing acrobatics on the roof, diversifying their workout
Avery is eating breakfast, which consists of fried grits, hashbrowns, and orange juice
Adder was inside, he was napping in his room happily. His tail flicked back and forth, shooing away flies.
He could still hear Igsan's voice.
"Took yet another soul for yourself?" the icy devil sneered, her words were like the winds of Malthrow, cold and sharp. Alec could barely speak for himself at this point, Igsan had sewn his eyes and lips shut as a punishment the first time. The Icy devil watched him with cold cold eyes "I suppose we should make something out of a traitor" she said and grinned sadistically "Strip him of everything he has".
Alec instantly awoke in his own bed. Cold sweat ran down his forehead. He had been mortal now for 500 something years, give or take a century. He shivered, remembering Igsan's words that forever branded him Mortal and now stuck in the world of humans. He sighed and got dressed, ate breakfast and went outside. He lived in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the tundra. He felt more at home in the cold.
He put on his owl mask and thick jacket and went out into the winter storm. The cold wasn't like that on his home ring, then again, nothing could compare to the cold on his home ring. He sighed and watched the muddled sky of winter clouds and snow fall around him.
After a couple minutes, azazel gets up, wandering upstairs, before knocking on adder's door
Adder awoken after a few knocks and went to the door. He looked completely out of it. He rubbed his eyes and looked down "Hm? Hey Azazel, what is it?"
*The disrespect lol*
"I'm bored," Azazel sighs
Adder chuckled and leaned in the doorway "you? Bored? That is some crazy talk" he said
"Yeah, i'm sure it is." Azazel says, leaning half against the doorway
He chuckles and yawns "well what do you want to do?" He askes.
"Literally anything right now, preferably with you, since i know a total of 3 people here. One of which is you."
"tis sad, go make friends besides me and spawn and the third person" he said with a childish grin, but follows Azazel anyways
Zylna pushed a chair next to the table and stood on it, watching.
He sighs and puts down his hood. He had jet black hair that sticks up in front and is shaved around the sides, he has tanned skin with scars over the bridge of his nose, he has bright orange eyes that pulse with annoyance at this moment.
"So, why are you making poison? Are you going to kill someone?"
He rubs the bridge of his nose "im not making poison at this moment, im making a cold resistance potion at this moment" he said.
"Why? There isn't any cold places for a long while around here."
"I know this goblin thing, This is for emergencies" he said.
"I'm not a thing. I'm Zylna."
*Sorry I didn't see this Wayne*
"to me, you are a thing" he said
*It's alright, the bottom of a page is a bad place to be posted.*
"That's a bit racist, isn't it?"
"Most people are things to me, soon to die, soon to be born"
She giggled. "I don't like you very much."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Poppy is doing acrobatics on the roof, diversifying their workout
Avery is eating breakfast, which consists of fried grits, hashbrowns, and orange juice
Adder was inside, he was napping in his room happily. His tail flicked back and forth, shooing away flies.
He could still hear Igsan's voice.
"Took yet another soul for yourself?" the icy devil sneered, her words were like the winds of Malthrow, cold and sharp. Alec could barely speak for himself at this point, Igsan had sewn his eyes and lips shut as a punishment the first time. The Icy devil watched him with cold cold eyes "I suppose we should make something out of a traitor" she said and grinned sadistically "Strip him of everything he has".
Alec instantly awoke in his own bed. Cold sweat ran down his forehead. He had been mortal now for 500 something years, give or take a century. He shivered, remembering Igsan's words that forever branded him Mortal and now stuck in the world of humans. He sighed and got dressed, ate breakfast and went outside. He lived in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the tundra. He felt more at home in the cold.
He put on his owl mask and thick jacket and went out into the winter storm. The cold wasn't like that on his home ring, then again, nothing could compare to the cold on his home ring. He sighed and watched the muddled sky of winter clouds and snow fall around him.
After a couple minutes, azazel gets up, wandering upstairs, before knocking on adder's door
Adder awoken after a few knocks and went to the door. He looked completely out of it. He rubbed his eyes and looked down "Hm? Hey Azazel, what is it?"
*The disrespect lol*
"I'm bored," Azazel sighs
Adder chuckled and leaned in the doorway "you? Bored? That is some crazy talk" he said
"Yeah, i'm sure it is." Azazel says, leaning half against the doorway
He chuckles and yawns "well what do you want to do?" He askes.
"Literally anything right now, preferably with you, since i know a total of 3 people here. One of which is you."
"tis sad, go make friends besides me and spawn and the third person" he said with a childish grin, but follows Azazel anyways
Azazel shrugs, going over to his room, though leaving the door open for adder.
*I just had a realization. Klei has been the cook of the tavern all the time, but nobody has really noticed him. THAT MEANS that every carrot milkshake that Poppy has ordered or Ettor has ordered for Poppy... have been made by Klei. TENSION*
*>:)*
Poppy walks into the kitchen, looking around. She wasn't in the most covering of outfits, having gotten out of her workout
Klei isn't there.
*Have no clue where klei is lol*
Poppy grabs an apple, sitting on a barrel before taking a bite of it
An Elven looking women enters the Tavern in a black and red militaristic uniform fitted with a cap and everything. On her hat is the crest of a pentagon with a sword running down the middle, it's blade broken in the middle. Her uniform is tattered and bloodied and so is her complexion. She looks around as if everything is normal before taking a few steps forward, collapsing on her fifth.
Alec narrows his eyes behind his owl mask. He sniffs her for a second before helping her up and setting her in a seat.
Her face is blotched with dried blood due to a few wounds here and there. A wound on side is bleeding out severely and her breathing is sharp and short due to a few broken ribs.
Tevelin runs over quickly. "Oh gosh, this is bad. Can someone help me take her to the med ward?"
Theren walks over to help
Tevelin helps lift the woman. "Thanks, I'm glad Galax turned that room into a med ward, otherwise both Azazel AND this woman would be in hot water."
Theren nods
Tevelin carries the woman up to the med ward and lays her down on one of the medical beds.
Zylna pushed a chair next to the table and stood on it, watching.
He sighs and puts down his hood. He had jet black hair that sticks up in front and is shaved around the sides, he has tanned skin with scars over the bridge of his nose, he has bright orange eyes that pulse with annoyance at this moment.
"So, why are you making poison? Are you going to kill someone?"
He rubs the bridge of his nose "im not making poison at this moment, im making a cold resistance potion at this moment" he said.
"Why? There isn't any cold places for a long while around here."
"I know this goblin thing, This is for emergencies" he said.
"I'm not a thing. I'm Zylna."
*Sorry I didn't see this Wayne*
"to me, you are a thing" he said
*It's alright, the bottom of a page is a bad place to be posted.*
"That's a bit racist, isn't it?"
"Most people are things to me, soon to die, soon to be born"
She giggled. "I don't like you very much."
He shrugged "not like I asked you to like me" he said. He picked up a vial of glowing orange liquid, the same color as his eyes.
An Elven looking women enters the Tavern in a black and red militaristic uniform fitted with a cap and everything. On her hat is the crest of a pentagon with a sword running down the middle, it's blade broken in the middle. Her uniform is tattered and bloodied and so is her complexion. She looks around as if everything is normal before taking a few steps forward, collapsing on her fifth.
Alec narrows his eyes behind his owl mask. He sniffs her for a second before helping her up and setting her in a seat.
Her face is blotched with dried blood due to a few wounds here and there. A wound on side is bleeding out severely and her breathing is sharp and short due to a few broken ribs.
He sets her in a chair and pulls out a vial of shimmering red liquid. He uncorks it and forces her to drink it. (Greater healing potion, use normal statistic's). He sits down in front of her, folding his arms and watching her through a narrowed eye.
After drinking the liquid, her eyes flicker open as she sputters, coughing up blood. However, her ribs are no longer broken so she can breath normally. Her other wounds have healed slightly but not completely. "Agh!...Where's..." She coughs again, interrupting her.
"your in a tavern, don't ask me what tavern, I don't know" he said and re-corked the vial. He had dark brown-black hair that poked in the front, a single pale blue eye stared at her from behind the owl mask.
The winces, the pain in her chest and side begin to flare again. "Were there...any others?" She grits. Alec can see that her dirtied hair seems to have a brown-red coloring and her eyes are maroon. "Where's my company? Hrmp..."
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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?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
An Elven looking women enters the Tavern in a black and red militaristic uniform fitted with a cap and everything. On her hat is the crest of a pentagon with a sword running down the middle, it's blade broken in the middle. Her uniform is tattered and bloodied and so is her complexion. She looks around as if everything is normal before taking a few steps forward, collapsing on her fifth.
Alec narrows his eyes behind his owl mask. He sniffs her for a second before helping her up and setting her in a seat.
Her face is blotched with dried blood due to a few wounds here and there. A wound on side is bleeding out severely and her breathing is sharp and short due to a few broken ribs.
Tevelin runs over quickly. "Oh gosh, this is bad. Can someone help me take her to the med ward?"
Theren walks over to help
Tevelin helps lift the woman. "Thanks, I'm glad Galax turned that room into a med ward, otherwise both Azazel AND this woman would be in hot water."
Theren nods
Tevelin carries the woman up to the med ward and lays her down on one of the medical beds.
galax starts diagnositics "do we know anything about this woman?"
Zylna pushed a chair next to the table and stood on it, watching.
He sighs and puts down his hood. He had jet black hair that sticks up in front and is shaved around the sides, he has tanned skin with scars over the bridge of his nose, he has bright orange eyes that pulse with annoyance at this moment.
"So, why are you making poison? Are you going to kill someone?"
He rubs the bridge of his nose "im not making poison at this moment, im making a cold resistance potion at this moment" he said.
"Why? There isn't any cold places for a long while around here."
"I know this goblin thing, This is for emergencies" he said.
"I'm not a thing. I'm Zylna."
*Sorry I didn't see this Wayne*
"to me, you are a thing" he said
*It's alright, the bottom of a page is a bad place to be posted.*
"That's a bit racist, isn't it?"
"Most people are things to me, soon to die, soon to be born"
She giggled. "I don't like you very much."
He shrugged "not like I asked you to like me" he said. He picked up a vial of glowing orange liquid, the same color as his eyes.
*Can you roll a perception please*
29
*Here ya go!*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I just had a realization. Klei has been the cook of the tavern all the time, but nobody has really noticed him. THAT MEANS that every carrot milkshake that Poppy has ordered or Ettor has ordered for Poppy... have been made by Klei. TENSION*
*>:)*
Poppy walks into the kitchen, looking around. She wasn't in the most covering of outfits, having gotten out of her workout
Klei isn't there.
*Have no clue where klei is lol*
Poppy grabs an apple, sitting on a barrel before taking a bite of it
*Good for her*
*Also, why are you actively creating romantic tension in the Tavern? Klei has had enough problems yet...*
Poppy is doing acrobatics on the roof, diversifying their workout
Avery is eating breakfast, which consists of fried grits, hashbrowns, and orange juice
Adder was inside, he was napping in his room happily. His tail flicked back and forth, shooing away flies.
He could still hear Igsan's voice.
"Took yet another soul for yourself?" the icy devil sneered, her words were like the winds of Malthrow, cold and sharp. Alec could barely speak for himself at this point, Igsan had sewn his eyes and lips shut as a punishment the first time. The Icy devil watched him with cold cold eyes "I suppose we should make something out of a traitor" she said and grinned sadistically "Strip him of everything he has".
Alec instantly awoke in his own bed. Cold sweat ran down his forehead. He had been mortal now for 500 something years, give or take a century. He shivered, remembering Igsan's words that forever branded him Mortal and now stuck in the world of humans. He sighed and got dressed, ate breakfast and went outside. He lived in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the tundra. He felt more at home in the cold.
He put on his owl mask and thick jacket and went out into the winter storm. The cold wasn't like that on his home ring, then again, nothing could compare to the cold on his home ring. He sighed and watched the muddled sky of winter clouds and snow fall around him.
After a couple minutes, azazel gets up, wandering upstairs, before knocking on adder's door
Adder awoken after a few knocks and went to the door. He looked completely out of it. He rubbed his eyes and looked down "Hm? Hey Azazel, what is it?"
*The disrespect lol*
"I'm bored," Azazel sighs
Adder chuckled and leaned in the doorway "you? Bored? That is some crazy talk" he said
"Yeah, i'm sure it is." Azazel says, leaning half against the doorway
He chuckles and yawns "well what do you want to do?" He askes.
"Literally anything right now, preferably with you, since i know a total of 3 people here. One of which is you."
"tis sad, go make friends besides me and spawn and the third person" he said with a childish grin, but follows Azazel anyways
Azazel shrugs, going over to his room, though leaving the door open for adder.
Adder follows him and flops on Azazel's bed "mmmmmmn comfortable" he says
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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
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"Literally anything right now, preferably with you, since i know a total of 3 people here. One of which is you."
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
After drinking the liquid, her eyes flicker open as she sputters, coughing up blood. However, her ribs are no longer broken so she can breath normally. Her other wounds have healed slightly but not completely. "Agh!...Where's..." She coughs again, interrupting her.
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?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*It's alright, the bottom of a page is a bad place to be posted.*
"That's a bit racist, isn't it?"
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.
Alec hisses, bearing sharp, inhuman fangs "Your words are already grating against my braincells, go away frivolous beasts"
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
Tevelin helps lift the woman. "Thanks, I'm glad Galax turned that room into a med ward, otherwise both Azazel AND this woman would be in hot water."
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.
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"GAH! We're only trying to help, ya know" Tevelin responds.
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.
"your in a tavern, don't ask me what tavern, I don't know" he said and re-corked the vial. He had dark brown-black hair that poked in the front, a single pale blue eye stared at her from behind the owl mask.
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
"Most people are things to me, soon to die, soon to be born"
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
"tis sad, go make friends besides me and spawn and the third person" he said with a childish grin, but follows Azazel anyways
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
She giggled. "I don't like you very much."
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Azazel shrugs, going over to his room, though leaving the door open for adder.
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
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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
Tevelin carries the woman up to the med ward and lays her down on one of the medical beds.
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 shrugged "not like I asked you to like me" he said. He picked up a vial of glowing orange liquid, the same color as his eyes.
*Can you roll a perception please*
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
The winces, the pain in her chest and side begin to flare again. "Were there...any others?" She grits. Alec can see that her dirtied hair seems to have a brown-red coloring and her eyes are maroon. "Where's my company? Hrmp..."
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?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
galax starts diagnositics "do we know anything about this woman?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
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*Here ya go!*
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.
*Good for her*
*Also, why are you actively creating romantic tension in the Tavern? Klei has had enough problems yet...*
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.
Adder follows him and flops on Azazel's bed "mmmmmmn comfortable" he says
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