She tilted her head. "What even is your job again?"
"Protecting towns from monsters, demons, ect." Theren says with a shrug. "I've been adventuring a lot more recently."
She giggled. "For someone who's job is protecting, you sure need a lot of it yourself sometimes."
"Yea well I haven't had to protect people in a long time..." Theren says while trailing off.
She shut up, realizing that might have hurt a bit. "I-I mean you're in a place where a lot of people are on the level of gods and demons, so it kind of makes sense..."
"Yea well it is what is." Theren says while taking a sip from a solid sliver hip flask.
She embarrassedly went back to polishing her scales.
Theren seems lost in thought.
Her bracelets clink as she moves them to polish her arm scales.
"Where are you from?" Theren asks sudedenly.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't think my clan had a name for our location."
"Oh..."
She started polishing her tail.
Theren sits there in awkward silence.
*Commence the clueless drifting.*
She coughs awkwardly.
"So what do you want to do today?"
"I don't know. Whatever you want to is alright with me."
An Elven looking woman hovers into the Tavern, but the air around her very being is astral and otherworldly. Her hair is a golden blond with streaks of black and her skin is fair and beautiful. Her eyes reflect that of the stars above, and her robes are black and red.
A voiceless telepathy enters their mind Hello. Welcome.
Hm, thank you, I think.
Whats your name?
I have many, but you may call me Lilith.
Hello, Lilith. What brings you here?
Hm, I'm not sure I'm willing to disclose that with a stranger, Enethia. It is impolite to ask for someone's name without giving yours first.
And.... How exactly did you know mine? Thats rather impressive
I know many things. It's not very impressive compared to what I'm up against- but I'm not sure how many can comprehend it either.
What are you up against, exactly?
You wouldn't be able to understand, I'm afraid. My plans are...extremely time-bent.
I see.... Good luck with them, then. Could you tell me what else you know of me?
I've been watching you and your friends since Lesta appeared under the false pretense of a name among a forum of time and basic mathematics.
.... You sound fairly similar to Eris, but using less basic wording
Eris is a chaotic abnormality in your universe. She was never meant to exist. I was.
Honestly... Not the strangest things Ive heard.
I wouldn't be surprised. Not with your experiences with the otherwordly. I am what you would call...an Elder Evil. However, I would not take the name too seriously as I do not think every Elder Evil is typically Evil. Some most definitely are, but others are just beings that have ascended to something greater than the gods you've worshipped.
Im no god worshipper. I respect them, but I do not worship anything. Is your foe also an Elder 'Being'?
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"Those who cant survive alone perish alone. Help never comes free. If it did, that would change the order of things"
She seemed to chuckle "You are right, Help from greedy people never comes free but i am offering help with nothing in return"
"Whats your game?"
She shakes her head "Nothing, i swear upon this very tavern."
Roll persuasion/deception
*She isnt lying though*
*Then persuasion*
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She seems to squint her eyes a bit as if to make out the surroundings "A berry bush..." she said
Spawn whips out his serrated chains and uproots the nearest berry bush. Through the flying dirt and roots, a golden ring flies through the debris. Spawn snatches it mid air and holds it gently in his palm.
*How tall is Spawn cuz Allison is 5'8*
She stands on the tips of her toes to see the ring. "Tis a beautiful thing" she said.
*6'8"*
"A thousand years ago...I was married, I think. I don't remember, but this ring will help me to."
"Memories are inside of said ring?" she asked, raising an eyebrow
"Memories are like fragments of tangible time. If you know how to draw those fragments and place them together, you can see everything it will allow you to."
"Do you have a single memory of your old life?" she asked
"No. When I arose out of the river Styx, I only knew how to hate and that I wanted revenge."
She tilted her head "Forgive my questions but do you know why you wanted revenge?" she asked
An Elven looking woman hovers into the Tavern, but the air around her very being is astral and otherworldly. Her hair is a golden blond with streaks of black and her skin is fair and beautiful. Her eyes reflect that of the stars above, and her robes are black and red.
A voiceless telepathy enters their mind Hello. Welcome.
Hm, thank you, I think.
Whats your name?
I have many, but you may call me Lilith.
Hello, Lilith. What brings you here?
Hm, I'm not sure I'm willing to disclose that with a stranger, Enethia. It is impolite to ask for someone's name without giving yours first.
And.... How exactly did you know mine? Thats rather impressive
I know many things. It's not very impressive compared to what I'm up against- but I'm not sure how many can comprehend it either.
What are you up against, exactly?
You wouldn't be able to understand, I'm afraid. My plans are...extremely time-bent.
I see.... Good luck with them, then. Could you tell me what else you know of me?
I've been watching you and your friends since Lesta appeared under the false pretense of a name among a forum of time and basic mathematics.
.... You sound fairly similar to Eris, but using less basic wording
Eris is a chaotic abnormality in your universe. She was never meant to exist. I was.
Honestly... Not the strangest things Ive heard.
I wouldn't be surprised. Not with your experiences with the otherwordly. I am what you would call...an Elder Evil. However, I would not take the name too seriously as I do not think every Elder Evil is typically Evil. Some most definitely are, but others are just beings that have ascended to something greater than the gods you've worshipped.
Im no god worshipper. I respect them, but I do not worship anything. Is your foe also an Elder 'Being'?
We are all foes to one another if we interfere with one another's thoughts and tomes. I have three, currently. Two are unbearable, one is...lovely.
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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.)
She seems to squint her eyes a bit as if to make out the surroundings "A berry bush..." she said
Spawn whips out his serrated chains and uproots the nearest berry bush. Through the flying dirt and roots, a golden ring flies through the debris. Spawn snatches it mid air and holds it gently in his palm.
*How tall is Spawn cuz Allison is 5'8*
She stands on the tips of her toes to see the ring. "Tis a beautiful thing" she said.
*6'8"*
"A thousand years ago...I was married, I think. I don't remember, but this ring will help me to."
"Memories are inside of said ring?" she asked, raising an eyebrow
"Memories are like fragments of tangible time. If you know how to draw those fragments and place them together, you can see everything it will allow you to."
"Do you have a single memory of your old life?" she asked
"No. When I arose out of the river Styx, I only knew how to hate and that I wanted revenge."
She tilted her head "Forgive my questions but do you know why you wanted revenge?" she asked
"Yes." Spawn clenched his fists and scowled. "I knew they trapped my soul there. I knew they cheated me out of my past life, whatever it was. I've wanted them to pay ever since."
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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 woman hovers into the Tavern, but the air around her very being is astral and otherworldly. Her hair is a golden blond with streaks of black and her skin is fair and beautiful. Her eyes reflect that of the stars above, and her robes are black and red.
A voiceless telepathy enters their mind Hello. Welcome.
Hm, thank you, I think.
Whats your name?
I have many, but you may call me Lilith.
Hello, Lilith. What brings you here?
Hm, I'm not sure I'm willing to disclose that with a stranger, Enethia. It is impolite to ask for someone's name without giving yours first.
And.... How exactly did you know mine? Thats rather impressive
I know many things. It's not very impressive compared to what I'm up against- but I'm not sure how many can comprehend it either.
What are you up against, exactly?
You wouldn't be able to understand, I'm afraid. My plans are...extremely time-bent.
I see.... Good luck with them, then. Could you tell me what else you know of me?
I've been watching you and your friends since Lesta appeared under the false pretense of a name among a forum of time and basic mathematics.
.... You sound fairly similar to Eris, but using less basic wording
Eris is a chaotic abnormality in your universe. She was never meant to exist. I was.
Honestly... Not the strangest things Ive heard.
I wouldn't be surprised. Not with your experiences with the otherwordly. I am what you would call...an Elder Evil. However, I would not take the name too seriously as I do not think every Elder Evil is typically Evil. Some most definitely are, but others are just beings that have ascended to something greater than the gods you've worshipped.
Im no god worshipper. I respect them, but I do not worship anything. Is your foe also an Elder 'Being'?
We are all foes to one another if we interfere with one another's thoughts and tomes. I have three, currently. Two are unbearable, one is...lovely.
Lovely in what way?
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"Those who cant survive alone perish alone. Help never comes free. If it did, that would change the order of things"
She seemed to chuckle "You are right, Help from greedy people never comes free but i am offering help with nothing in return"
"Whats your game?"
She shakes her head "Nothing, i swear upon this very tavern."
Roll persuasion/deception
*She isnt lying though*
*Then persuasion*
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They seem to very much doubt her
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Frathian is drinking a beer, feeling like an idiot, and also feeling a sense of urgency to fix a problem that he doesn't know anything about. He sighs, trying to remember anything before waking up in the plane of mirrors. He beats his own head against the table. Muttering, "Mnedera, mnedera, mnedera!" or, "Think think think!"
Jim is stocking up on guns, keeping them in the shed out back where he sleeps. He steps back and puts his hand on his hips, a nervous smile on his face, admiring his collection. Since meeting Damien the first time he's begun collecting them. He now has a decent arsenal - four blunderbusses (blunderbi?) twelve flintlock pistols, five muskets, and his good old club, made out of a piece of a broken wood pallet, that he had had since first running from Xanathar. While he is afraid of bright lights and loud noises, he feels safer knowing he has the means to protect himself.
Tara is building another tiny matchstick sculpture, whistling Tu'ralu. It's nice, anybody who is affiliated or has had dealings with the Harpers near Waterdeep recognizes it as the Harper mission coordinator for that area, William Brythoby. She leans back in her chair, admiring her work, before lighting a match against her boot and setting it alight. As it burns, the sculpture changes positions, first onto its knees, then its hands and knees, before collapsing entirely into ashes.
A nearby tree falls down.
He jumps, grabs his club, and whirls around holding it like a baseball bat, eyes wide.
Sharlene is standing at the stump, rolling her arm over. "Man, I've been relaxing too much."
He lowers the club, "Jeez Sharlene, what're you doing out here?"
She looked up. "Oh, hey. I'm just working out."
He looks at the tree, then back at Sharlene, and says: "Sharlene, that was a tree."
"Yeah, and?"
"And you're a human," he looks back at her and then the tree, "And that tree is a full-sized tree, it's gotta be at least fifty feet tall."
"Are you sayin I got a limit?"
"I'm saying you have an abnormally tiny limit."
She started laughing. "An abnormally tiny limit? Are ya serious?" She walked over and got in his face. "Scaredy cat, remember these words: The only way to find a limit is to exceed it." She grabbed his collar. "Ain't no limit is gonna stop me from being the strongest, you hear?"
He puts up his hands pacifyingly, "That's what I meant. I swear Sharlene. I only meant you're less limited than most people"
*Dumb semantics, I was trying to figure out how that would work out to be a compliment...*
*lol, either way, I would have figured out a way to get her to use that quote.*
She smirked, letting him go. "Anyone can ignore 'limits', you just gotta burn everything in your way, especially fear."
His eyes roll back into his head, and she can hear a voice in her mind. "THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND FEAR, YOU WOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT IMBECILIC MORTAL" Then Jim falls over on the ground, Sharlene can hear snoring.
She looked around, not impressed. "Huh. Hey, Scaredy cat..." She nudged him with a foot. "... you got a demon in ya or something?"
He's sound asleep.
*Maybe he does*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
"i know you are atracted to azazel, and he seems to have a thing for tieflings, and im also his favorite color, but i want you to know im not attracted to him either, or any men for that matter"
She seems to squint her eyes a bit as if to make out the surroundings "A berry bush..." she said
Spawn whips out his serrated chains and uproots the nearest berry bush. Through the flying dirt and roots, a golden ring flies through the debris. Spawn snatches it mid air and holds it gently in his palm.
*How tall is Spawn cuz Allison is 5'8*
She stands on the tips of her toes to see the ring. "Tis a beautiful thing" she said.
*6'8"*
"A thousand years ago...I was married, I think. I don't remember, but this ring will help me to."
"Memories are inside of said ring?" she asked, raising an eyebrow
"Memories are like fragments of tangible time. If you know how to draw those fragments and place them together, you can see everything it will allow you to."
"Do you have a single memory of your old life?" she asked
"No. When I arose out of the river Styx, I only knew how to hate and that I wanted revenge."
She tilted her head "Forgive my questions but do you know why you wanted revenge?" she asked
"Yes." Spawn clenched his fists and scowled. "I knew they trapped my soul there. I knew they cheated me out of my past life, whatever it was. I've wanted them to pay ever since."
*How good is Spawns Wisdom?, i wanna try a really old spell i made for Allison with homebrew*
She watches him for a second and beckons for him to stoop down.
Frathian is drinking a beer, feeling like an idiot, and also feeling a sense of urgency to fix a problem that he doesn't know anything about. He sighs, trying to remember anything before waking up in the plane of mirrors. He beats his own head against the table. Muttering, "Mnedera, mnedera, mnedera!" or, "Think think think!"
Jim is stocking up on guns, keeping them in the shed out back where he sleeps. He steps back and puts his hand on his hips, a nervous smile on his face, admiring his collection. Since meeting Damien the first time he's begun collecting them. He now has a decent arsenal - four blunderbusses (blunderbi?) twelve flintlock pistols, five muskets, and his good old club, made out of a piece of a broken wood pallet, that he had had since first running from Xanathar. While he is afraid of bright lights and loud noises, he feels safer knowing he has the means to protect himself.
Tara is building another tiny matchstick sculpture, whistling Tu'ralu. It's nice, anybody who is affiliated or has had dealings with the Harpers near Waterdeep recognizes it as the Harper mission coordinator for that area, William Brythoby. She leans back in her chair, admiring her work, before lighting a match against her boot and setting it alight. As it burns, the sculpture changes positions, first onto its knees, then its hands and knees, before collapsing entirely into ashes.
A nearby tree falls down.
He jumps, grabs his club, and whirls around holding it like a baseball bat, eyes wide.
Sharlene is standing at the stump, rolling her arm over. "Man, I've been relaxing too much."
He lowers the club, "Jeez Sharlene, what're you doing out here?"
She looked up. "Oh, hey. I'm just working out."
He looks at the tree, then back at Sharlene, and says: "Sharlene, that was a tree."
"Yeah, and?"
"And you're a human," he looks back at her and then the tree, "And that tree is a full-sized tree, it's gotta be at least fifty feet tall."
"Are you sayin I got a limit?"
"I'm saying you have an abnormally tiny limit."
She started laughing. "An abnormally tiny limit? Are ya serious?" She walked over and got in his face. "Scaredy cat, remember these words: The only way to find a limit is to exceed it." She grabbed his collar. "Ain't no limit is gonna stop me from being the strongest, you hear?"
He puts up his hands pacifyingly, "That's what I meant. I swear Sharlene. I only meant you're less limited than most people"
*Dumb semantics, I was trying to figure out how that would work out to be a compliment...*
*lol, either way, I would have figured out a way to get her to use that quote.*
She smirked, letting him go. "Anyone can ignore 'limits', you just gotta burn everything in your way, especially fear."
His eyes roll back into his head, and she can hear a voice in her mind. "THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND FEAR, YOU WOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT IMBECILIC MORTAL" Then Jim falls over on the ground, Sharlene can hear snoring.
She looked around, not impressed. "Huh. Hey, Scaredy cat..." She nudged him with a foot. "... you got a demon in ya or something?"
He's sound asleep.
*Maybe he does*
*I am Sherluck Homez.*
She picks him up and drags him to sit against a wall.
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Frathian is drinking a beer, feeling like an idiot, and also feeling a sense of urgency to fix a problem that he doesn't know anything about. He sighs, trying to remember anything before waking up in the plane of mirrors. He beats his own head against the table. Muttering, "Mnedera, mnedera, mnedera!" or, "Think think think!"
Jim is stocking up on guns, keeping them in the shed out back where he sleeps. He steps back and puts his hand on his hips, a nervous smile on his face, admiring his collection. Since meeting Damien the first time he's begun collecting them. He now has a decent arsenal - four blunderbusses (blunderbi?) twelve flintlock pistols, five muskets, and his good old club, made out of a piece of a broken wood pallet, that he had had since first running from Xanathar. While he is afraid of bright lights and loud noises, he feels safer knowing he has the means to protect himself.
Tara is building another tiny matchstick sculpture, whistling Tu'ralu. It's nice, anybody who is affiliated or has had dealings with the Harpers near Waterdeep recognizes it as the Harper mission coordinator for that area, William Brythoby. She leans back in her chair, admiring her work, before lighting a match against her boot and setting it alight. As it burns, the sculpture changes positions, first onto its knees, then its hands and knees, before collapsing entirely into ashes.
A nearby tree falls down.
He jumps, grabs his club, and whirls around holding it like a baseball bat, eyes wide.
Sharlene is standing at the stump, rolling her arm over. "Man, I've been relaxing too much."
He lowers the club, "Jeez Sharlene, what're you doing out here?"
She looked up. "Oh, hey. I'm just working out."
He looks at the tree, then back at Sharlene, and says: "Sharlene, that was a tree."
"Yeah, and?"
"And you're a human," he looks back at her and then the tree, "And that tree is a full-sized tree, it's gotta be at least fifty feet tall."
"Are you sayin I got a limit?"
"I'm saying you have an abnormally tiny limit."
She started laughing. "An abnormally tiny limit? Are ya serious?" She walked over and got in his face. "Scaredy cat, remember these words: The only way to find a limit is to exceed it." She grabbed his collar. "Ain't no limit is gonna stop me from being the strongest, you hear?"
He puts up his hands pacifyingly, "That's what I meant. I swear Sharlene. I only meant you're less limited than most people"
*Dumb semantics, I was trying to figure out how that would work out to be a compliment...*
*lol, either way, I would have figured out a way to get her to use that quote.*
She smirked, letting him go. "Anyone can ignore 'limits', you just gotta burn everything in your way, especially fear."
His eyes roll back into his head, and she can hear a voice in her mind. "THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND FEAR, YOU WOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT IMBECILIC MORTAL" Then Jim falls over on the ground, Sharlene can hear snoring.
She looked around, not impressed. "Huh. Hey, Scaredy cat..." She nudged him with a foot. "... you got a demon in ya or something?"
He's sound asleep.
*Maybe he does*
*I am Sherluck Homez.*
She picks him up and drags him to sit against a wall.
Snoring.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
An Elven looking woman hovers into the Tavern, but the air around her very being is astral and otherworldly. Her hair is a golden blond with streaks of black and her skin is fair and beautiful. Her eyes reflect that of the stars above, and her robes are black and red.
A voiceless telepathy enters their mind Hello. Welcome.
Hm, thank you, I think.
Whats your name?
I have many, but you may call me Lilith.
Hello, Lilith. What brings you here?
Hm, I'm not sure I'm willing to disclose that with a stranger, Enethia. It is impolite to ask for someone's name without giving yours first.
And.... How exactly did you know mine? Thats rather impressive
I know many things. It's not very impressive compared to what I'm up against- but I'm not sure how many can comprehend it either.
What are you up against, exactly?
You wouldn't be able to understand, I'm afraid. My plans are...extremely time-bent.
I see.... Good luck with them, then. Could you tell me what else you know of me?
I've been watching you and your friends since Lesta appeared under the false pretense of a name among a forum of time and basic mathematics.
.... You sound fairly similar to Eris, but using less basic wording
Eris is a chaotic abnormality in your universe. She was never meant to exist. I was.
Honestly... Not the strangest things Ive heard.
I wouldn't be surprised. Not with your experiences with the otherwordly. I am what you would call...an Elder Evil. However, I would not take the name too seriously as I do not think every Elder Evil is typically Evil. Some most definitely are, but others are just beings that have ascended to something greater than the gods you've worshipped.
Im no god worshipper. I respect them, but I do not worship anything. Is your foe also an Elder 'Being'?
We are all foes to one another if we interfere with one another's thoughts and tomes. I have three, currently. Two are unbearable, one is...lovely.
Lovely in what way?
I don't know.
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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.)
Frathian is drinking a beer, feeling like an idiot, and also feeling a sense of urgency to fix a problem that he doesn't know anything about. He sighs, trying to remember anything before waking up in the plane of mirrors. He beats his own head against the table. Muttering, "Mnedera, mnedera, mnedera!" or, "Think think think!"
Jim is stocking up on guns, keeping them in the shed out back where he sleeps. He steps back and puts his hand on his hips, a nervous smile on his face, admiring his collection. Since meeting Damien the first time he's begun collecting them. He now has a decent arsenal - four blunderbusses (blunderbi?) twelve flintlock pistols, five muskets, and his good old club, made out of a piece of a broken wood pallet, that he had had since first running from Xanathar. While he is afraid of bright lights and loud noises, he feels safer knowing he has the means to protect himself.
Tara is building another tiny matchstick sculpture, whistling Tu'ralu. It's nice, anybody who is affiliated or has had dealings with the Harpers near Waterdeep recognizes it as the Harper mission coordinator for that area, William Brythoby. She leans back in her chair, admiring her work, before lighting a match against her boot and setting it alight. As it burns, the sculpture changes positions, first onto its knees, then its hands and knees, before collapsing entirely into ashes.
A nearby tree falls down.
He jumps, grabs his club, and whirls around holding it like a baseball bat, eyes wide.
Sharlene is standing at the stump, rolling her arm over. "Man, I've been relaxing too much."
He lowers the club, "Jeez Sharlene, what're you doing out here?"
She looked up. "Oh, hey. I'm just working out."
He looks at the tree, then back at Sharlene, and says: "Sharlene, that was a tree."
"Yeah, and?"
"And you're a human," he looks back at her and then the tree, "And that tree is a full-sized tree, it's gotta be at least fifty feet tall."
"Are you sayin I got a limit?"
"I'm saying you have an abnormally tiny limit."
She started laughing. "An abnormally tiny limit? Are ya serious?" She walked over and got in his face. "Scaredy cat, remember these words: The only way to find a limit is to exceed it." She grabbed his collar. "Ain't no limit is gonna stop me from being the strongest, you hear?"
He puts up his hands pacifyingly, "That's what I meant. I swear Sharlene. I only meant you're less limited than most people"
*Dumb semantics, I was trying to figure out how that would work out to be a compliment...*
*lol, either way, I would have figured out a way to get her to use that quote.*
She smirked, letting him go. "Anyone can ignore 'limits', you just gotta burn everything in your way, especially fear."
His eyes roll back into his head, and she can hear a voice in her mind. "THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND FEAR, YOU WOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT IMBECILIC MORTAL" Then Jim falls over on the ground, Sharlene can hear snoring.
She looked around, not impressed. "Huh. Hey, Scaredy cat..." She nudged him with a foot. "... you got a demon in ya or something?"
He's sound asleep.
*Maybe he does*
*I am Sherluck Homez.*
She picks him up and drags him to sit against a wall.
Snoring.
She walks off to get a bucket of water, then comes back and splashes him.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Im no god worshipper. I respect them, but I do not worship anything. Is your foe also an Elder 'Being'?
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)
*Then persuasion*
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 tilted her head "Forgive my questions but do you know why you wanted revenge?" she asked
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 biggest screwup since the screw was invented
We are all foes to one another if we interfere with one another's thoughts and tomes. I have three, currently. Two are unbearable, one is...lovely.
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.)
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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
"Yes." Spawn clenched his fists and scowled. "I knew they trapped my soul there. I knew they cheated me out of my past life, whatever it was. I've wanted them to pay ever since."
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.)
Lovely in what way?
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)
"Hm" he says, keeping talking to a minimum.
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
They seem to very much doubt her
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)
He's sound asleep.
*Maybe he does*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"i know you are atracted to azazel, and he seems to have a thing for tieflings, and im also his favorite color, but i want you to know im not attracted to him either, or any men for that matter"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Sure, sounds nice."
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.
*How good is Spawns Wisdom?, i wanna try a really old spell i made for Allison with homebrew*
She watches him for a second and beckons for him to stoop down.
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
*I am Sherluck Homez.*
She picks him up and drags him to sit against a wall.
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.
Theren stands up and starts to walk out of the tavern.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Snoring.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
I don't know.
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.)
She walks off to get a bucket of water, then comes back and splashes 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.