*I am now going to introduce a brand new character!*
An elf in bloody plate mail stumbles into the tavern. He has dirty blonde hair, and has black boots caked in mud. A longsword is sheathed on his back His face has multiple cuts on it. He collapses into a chair grimacing in pain.
Morbius gets up and rushes over to the elf, shoving a potion of greater healing into his hands. "Take this. I have more in my bag."
The elf flinches away from Morbius slightly frightened.
*I am now going to introduce a brand new character!*
An elf in bloody plate mail stumbles into the tavern. He has dirty blonde hair, and has black boots caked in mud. A longsword is sheathed on his back His face has multiple cuts on it. He collapses into a chair grimacing in pain.
Morbius gets up and rushes over to the elf, shoving a potion of greater healing into his hands. "Take this. I have more in my bag."
*Does he have the bag on him?*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I am now going to introduce a brand new character!*
An elf in bloody plate mail stumbles into the tavern. He has dirty blonde hair, and has black boots caked in mud. A longsword is sheathed on his back His face has multiple cuts on it. He collapses into a chair grimacing in pain.
Morbius gets up and rushes over to the elf, shoving a potion of greater healing into his hands. "Take this. I have more in my bag."
*Does he have the bag on him?*
*Yes, it's a bag of holding. It's filled with all manor of potions. Morbius is an alchemist.*
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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.)
Lily is polishing her rifle, trying to get her mind off of something rather tragic.
Enethia walks over "Hello, there. Thats a pretty nice weapon"
"Thank you." Lily nods and tries to smile, but it falters.
"Is something the matter?"
"It's nothing."
*Make an Insight check.*
27
Enethia notices that, for one, she's definitely lying. Something very traumatic is bothering Lily to the point where she's on verge of tears.
"... Why dont we head upstairs? I know when I see someone whos been through some... Stuff. You need to be able to release that tension you have."
Lily blinks, "W-what? No...no thank you, but I'm fine." She avoids making eye contact with Enethia and goes back to polishing her weapon.
"... Whats your name?"
"Sergeant Hollows." Lily states calmly. "You may call me Lily. I'm not uniform."
"Nice to meet you, Im Enethia. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Baldur's Gate."
"What brought you here?"
"I, uh, don't really...want to...talk about it..." Lily sets her gun aside and unsheathes a rapier. She begins sharpening it slowly and steadily.
"Alright... How long did it take you to get your rank?"
"Not that long. I was good enough to skip Corporal. They also lost a couple of Sergeants and needed a few newer ones..." Lily is trying to control her breathing.
"... Would you want a drink?"
"No. I'm fine." She abruptly stops sharpening the sword and shuts her eyes. After a few moments, a single tear runs down her cheek. "It's never going to stop..." She mumbles to herself.
"... What wont stop?"
Lily's eyes slowly open, "The nightmares...the screaming..." Her posture falters and her hands begin to shake.
E gently places a hand on her shoulder "What happened?"
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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! Characters (Outdated)
*I am now going to introduce a brand new character!*
An elf in bloody plate mail stumbles into the tavern. He has dirty blonde hair, and has black boots caked in mud. A longsword is sheathed on his back His face has multiple cuts on it. He collapses into a chair grimacing in pain.
Morbius gets up and rushes over to the elf, shoving a potion of greater healing into his hands. "Take this. I have more in my bag."
The elf flinches away from Morbius slightly frightened.
"Take your time. You've been probably just been through Hell." He sets down a few more bottles for the elf to take before leaving back to his couch.
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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.)
*I am now going to introduce a brand new character!*
An elf in bloody plate mail stumbles into the tavern. He has dirty blonde hair, and has black boots caked in mud. A longsword is sheathed on his back His face has multiple cuts on it. He collapses into a chair grimacing in pain.
Morbius gets up and rushes over to the elf, shoving a potion of greater healing into his hands. "Take this. I have more in my bag."
*Does he have the bag on him?*
*Yes, it's a bag of holding. It's filled with all manor of potions. Morbius is an alchemist.*
Zylna attempts to pickpocket the bag for money.
S o H: 24
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I am now going to introduce a brand new character!*
An elf in bloody plate mail stumbles into the tavern. He has dirty blonde hair, and has black boots caked in mud. A longsword is sheathed on his back His face has multiple cuts on it. He collapses into a chair grimacing in pain.
Morbius gets up and rushes over to the elf, shoving a potion of greater healing into his hands. "Take this. I have more in my bag."
The elf flinches away from Morbius slightly frightened.
"Take your time. You've been probably just been through Hell." He sets down a few more bottles for the elf to take before leaving back to his couch.
The elf picks up one of the bottles and stares at it.
Lily is polishing her rifle, trying to get her mind off of something rather tragic.
Enethia walks over "Hello, there. Thats a pretty nice weapon"
"Thank you." Lily nods and tries to smile, but it falters.
"Is something the matter?"
"It's nothing."
*Make an Insight check.*
27
Enethia notices that, for one, she's definitely lying. Something very traumatic is bothering Lily to the point where she's on verge of tears.
"... Why dont we head upstairs? I know when I see someone whos been through some... Stuff. You need to be able to release that tension you have."
Lily blinks, "W-what? No...no thank you, but I'm fine." She avoids making eye contact with Enethia and goes back to polishing her weapon.
"... Whats your name?"
"Sergeant Hollows." Lily states calmly. "You may call me Lily. I'm not uniform."
"Nice to meet you, Im Enethia. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Baldur's Gate."
"What brought you here?"
"I, uh, don't really...want to...talk about it..." Lily sets her gun aside and unsheathes a rapier. She begins sharpening it slowly and steadily.
"Alright... How long did it take you to get your rank?"
"Not that long. I was good enough to skip Corporal. They also lost a couple of Sergeants and needed a few newer ones..." Lily is trying to control her breathing.
"... Would you want a drink?"
"No. I'm fine." She abruptly stops sharpening the sword and shuts her eyes. After a few moments, a single tear runs down her cheek. "It's never going to stop..." She mumbles to herself.
"... What wont stop?"
Lily's eyes slowly open, "The nightmares...the screaming..." Her posture falters and her hands begin to shake.
E gently places a hand on her shoulder "What happened?"
"It...it was an ambush...We should've known...It was a slaughter. Most of the blood on my armor isn't mine...The Blood War is terrible..."
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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.)
*I am now going to introduce a brand new character!*
An elf in bloody plate mail stumbles into the tavern. He has dirty blonde hair, and has black boots caked in mud. A longsword is sheathed on his back His face has multiple cuts on it. He collapses into a chair grimacing in pain.
Morbius gets up and rushes over to the elf, shoving a potion of greater healing into his hands. "Take this. I have more in my bag."
The elf flinches away from Morbius slightly frightened.
"Take your time. You've been probably just been through Hell." He sets down a few more bottles for the elf to take before leaving back to his couch.
The elf picks up one of the bottles and stares at it.
"You drink it. It'll make you feel better." Morbius says as he walks away.
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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.)
*I am now going to introduce a brand new character!*
An elf in bloody plate mail stumbles into the tavern. He has dirty blonde hair, and has black boots caked in mud. A longsword is sheathed on his back His face has multiple cuts on it. He collapses into a chair grimacing in pain.
Morbius gets up and rushes over to the elf, shoving a potion of greater healing into his hands. "Take this. I have more in my bag."
*Does he have the bag on him?*
*Yes, it's a bag of holding. It's filled with all manor of potions. Morbius is an alchemist.*
Zylna attempts to pickpocket the bag for money.
S o H: 16
Morbius catches her hand and glares at the small goblin before grunting and moving on.
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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.)
Lily is polishing her rifle, trying to get her mind off of something rather tragic.
Enethia walks over "Hello, there. Thats a pretty nice weapon"
"Thank you." Lily nods and tries to smile, but it falters.
"Is something the matter?"
"It's nothing."
*Make an Insight check.*
27
Enethia notices that, for one, she's definitely lying. Something very traumatic is bothering Lily to the point where she's on verge of tears.
"... Why dont we head upstairs? I know when I see someone whos been through some... Stuff. You need to be able to release that tension you have."
Lily blinks, "W-what? No...no thank you, but I'm fine." She avoids making eye contact with Enethia and goes back to polishing her weapon.
"... Whats your name?"
"Sergeant Hollows." Lily states calmly. "You may call me Lily. I'm not uniform."
"Nice to meet you, Im Enethia. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Baldur's Gate."
"What brought you here?"
"I, uh, don't really...want to...talk about it..." Lily sets her gun aside and unsheathes a rapier. She begins sharpening it slowly and steadily.
"Alright... How long did it take you to get your rank?"
"Not that long. I was good enough to skip Corporal. They also lost a couple of Sergeants and needed a few newer ones..." Lily is trying to control her breathing.
"... Would you want a drink?"
"No. I'm fine." She abruptly stops sharpening the sword and shuts her eyes. After a few moments, a single tear runs down her cheek. "It's never going to stop..." She mumbles to herself.
"... What wont stop?"
Lily's eyes slowly open, "The nightmares...the screaming..." Her posture falters and her hands begin to shake.
E gently places a hand on her shoulder "What happened?"
"It...it was an ambush...We should've known...It was a slaughter. Most of the blood on my armor isn't mine...The Blood War is terrible..."
"... Im so sorry... Which side of the blood war were you fighting on?"
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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! Characters (Outdated)
*I am now going to introduce a brand new character!*
An elf in bloody plate mail stumbles into the tavern. He has dirty blonde hair, and has black boots caked in mud. A longsword is sheathed on his back His face has multiple cuts on it. He collapses into a chair grimacing in pain.
Morbius gets up and rushes over to the elf, shoving a potion of greater healing into his hands. "Take this. I have more in my bag."
*Does he have the bag on him?*
*Yes, it's a bag of holding. It's filled with all manor of potions. Morbius is an alchemist.*
Zylna attempts to pickpocket the bag for money.
S o H: 16
Morbius catches her hand and glares at the small goblin before grunting and moving on.
She stares at him for a bit. "Is your name Morbius?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Lily is polishing her rifle, trying to get her mind off of something rather tragic.
Enethia walks over "Hello, there. Thats a pretty nice weapon"
"Thank you." Lily nods and tries to smile, but it falters.
"Is something the matter?"
"It's nothing."
*Make an Insight check.*
27
Enethia notices that, for one, she's definitely lying. Something very traumatic is bothering Lily to the point where she's on verge of tears.
"... Why dont we head upstairs? I know when I see someone whos been through some... Stuff. You need to be able to release that tension you have."
Lily blinks, "W-what? No...no thank you, but I'm fine." She avoids making eye contact with Enethia and goes back to polishing her weapon.
"... Whats your name?"
"Sergeant Hollows." Lily states calmly. "You may call me Lily. I'm not uniform."
"Nice to meet you, Im Enethia. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Baldur's Gate."
"What brought you here?"
"I, uh, don't really...want to...talk about it..." Lily sets her gun aside and unsheathes a rapier. She begins sharpening it slowly and steadily.
"Alright... How long did it take you to get your rank?"
"Not that long. I was good enough to skip Corporal. They also lost a couple of Sergeants and needed a few newer ones..." Lily is trying to control her breathing.
"... Would you want a drink?"
"No. I'm fine." She abruptly stops sharpening the sword and shuts her eyes. After a few moments, a single tear runs down her cheek. "It's never going to stop..." She mumbles to herself.
"... What wont stop?"
Lily's eyes slowly open, "The nightmares...the screaming..." Her posture falters and her hands begin to shake.
E gently places a hand on her shoulder "What happened?"
"It...it was an ambush...We should've known...It was a slaughter. Most of the blood on my armor isn't mine...The Blood War is terrible..."
"... Im so sorry... Which side of the blood war were you fighting on?"
"The Devils. The Demons can't be reasoned with and they've been making a big push through the frontlines. Everyone was supposed to make a pact but I...I never did...So when I die...when I die..."
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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.)
Another kick on the door but this one didn't open. "WHY DO PEOPLE LOCK THIS DOOR, GOOD GODS ABOVE AND BELOW" someone said, the voice was a mix between female and male. The door unlocked as a 5'5 green teifling peeked their head in. They had curled horns that had silver rings on the horn tips, white hair that was shaven to one side, and bright turquoise eyes. he wore a cloak made of thick silks, the colors were like that of the sky and earth itself. He wore thin trousers that bloomed a little and birch sandals. A large white helmswolf stood by him, almost his height. The teifling carried a staff made of beech wood, a small lantern swung back and forth from its hook. The teifling walked in, the helmswolf by its side as the teifling sat at a table.
*I am now going to introduce a brand new character!*
An elf in bloody plate mail stumbles into the tavern. He has dirty blonde hair, and has black boots caked in mud. A longsword is sheathed on his back His face has multiple cuts on it. He collapses into a chair grimacing in pain.
Morbius gets up and rushes over to the elf, shoving a potion of greater healing into his hands. "Take this. I have more in my bag."
*Does he have the bag on him?*
*Yes, it's a bag of holding. It's filled with all manor of potions. Morbius is an alchemist.*
Zylna attempts to pickpocket the bag for money.
S o H: 16
Morbius catches her hand and glares at the small goblin before grunting and moving on.
She stares at him for a bit. "Is your name Morbius?"
"Yes...how do you know that?"
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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.)
*I am now going to introduce a brand new character!*
An elf in bloody plate mail stumbles into the tavern. He has dirty blonde hair, and has black boots caked in mud. A longsword is sheathed on his back His face has multiple cuts on it. He collapses into a chair grimacing in pain.
Morbius gets up and rushes over to the elf, shoving a potion of greater healing into his hands. "Take this. I have more in my bag."
The elf flinches away from Morbius slightly frightened.
"Take your time. You've been probably just been through Hell." He sets down a few more bottles for the elf to take before leaving back to his couch.
The elf picks up one of the bottles and stares at it.
"You drink it. It'll make you feel better." Morbius says as he walks away.
The elf murmurs something before taking a small drink.
The elf flinches away from Morbius slightly frightened.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Does he have the bag on him?*
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.
*Yes, it's a bag of holding. It's filled with all manor of potions. Morbius is an alchemist.*
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.)
E gently places a hand on her shoulder "What happened?"
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!
Characters (Outdated)
"Im fine, just a little damaged" he said and chuckled, gesturing to his horn
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
"Take your time. You've been probably just been through Hell." He sets down a few more bottles for the elf to take before leaving back to his couch.
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.)
Zylna attempts to pickpocket the bag for money.
S o H: 24
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.
The elf picks up one of the bottles and stares at it.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Azazel sighs, flopping onto the bed, "You idiot."
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
"It...it was an ambush...We should've known...It was a slaughter. Most of the blood on my armor isn't mine...The Blood War is terrible..."
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.)
*Pausing Stroth because he is doing his own thing*
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 drink it. It'll make you feel better." Morbius says as he walks away.
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.)
Morbius catches her hand and glares at the small goblin before grunting and moving on.
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.)
"... Im so sorry... Which side of the blood war were you fighting on?"
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!
Characters (Outdated)
She stares at him for a bit. "Is your name Morbius?"
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.
"The Devils. The Demons can't be reasoned with and they've been making a big push through the frontlines. Everyone was supposed to make a pact but I...I never did...So when I die...when I die..."
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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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Another kick on the door but this one didn't open. "WHY DO PEOPLE LOCK THIS DOOR, GOOD GODS ABOVE AND BELOW" someone said, the voice was a mix between female and male. The door unlocked as a 5'5 green teifling peeked their head in. They had curled horns that had silver rings on the horn tips, white hair that was shaven to one side, and bright turquoise eyes. he wore a cloak made of thick silks, the colors were like that of the sky and earth itself. He wore thin trousers that bloomed a little and birch sandals. A large white helmswolf stood by him, almost his height. The teifling carried a staff made of beech wood, a small lantern swung back and forth from its hook. The teifling walked in, the helmswolf by its side as the teifling sat at a table.
The teifling looked to be 25 or so....
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
"Yes...how do you know that?"
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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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Maybe i am, but i need cash" 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
The elf murmurs something before taking a small drink.
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