*Been gone for way too long now... so sorry guys.*
Frathian is tapping the book in a staccato rhythm, thinking about what he's supposed to do now. He's considering bailing, I mean, who is Krathian to tell him what his purpose is, or what he should do. He should be able to decide, especially because he knows that the original's return will ultimately result in his death or exile. He heaves a deep sigh, he doesn't want to go back to the plane of mirrors, perhaps he'll just run off... disappoint Allison and Roman. He frowns thoughtfully. Perhaps... then he'll go do whatever he wishes to do with his newfound life...
Jim is sitting in the kitchen, smoking a pipe, and reliving old memories of his tribe. He doesn't have many good ones, but there are a few, he remembers growing up in the mere of dead men, roaring back at the wandering zombies and skeletons without fear - if he didn't fear live humans he certainly didn't fear dead ones. He remembered laughing and playing in the swamps, having mud fights with his seven brothers and four sisters. He was always a little shy, he chuckled at the memory, but he was nowhere near as scared as he was today. Then his mind wandered through his early youth, searching with his best friend for portals to Acheron, hoping to join the battle early. However, after setting out for home he notices a distinct gap in his memory. He can't remember what happened between then and showing up in Waterdeep. He's grasping at straws, trying to explain what happened when scrum crawls up onto his lap and he decides to shelve his efforts for another time, and savor the rare circumstance of having nothing to scare him.
Tara is sorting a pile of swag and swigging from an ornate glass bottle as large as her head, upon which are stenciled the initials J.D. in white on a black label. Four piles are forming on the table in front of her. The largest is filled with all sorts of stuff, weapons, gold bits, platinum jewelry, earrings, even false teeth. Most of the pile's contents are hidden beneath the lip of a portable hole, in which the bulk of the pile is obscured. The second pile glitters with gold, silver, platinum, gems, and other valuable substances, along with an assortment of bottles, some likely holding perfume, others the good stuff that strikes the pit of one's stomach like heavy ordnance. Most of it is crafted into random bits and bobs, there even appears to be a golden ersatz eye. The third pile, whose size is outmatched only by the first, spills off of the edge of the table and onto the floor. Copper, brass, tin, and other largely worthless substances litter this pile. The fourth pile, the smallest of the four, holds various serviceable weapons and ammunition, most of it ornate, with fine wood engravings and metal etchings. A beautiful blued platinum saber sticks out of the table, with an apparent disregard for the craftsmanship. Tara looks closely at a shield-shaped locket with a stolen, ridiculously extravagant monocle that she uses as an improvised loupe. After a moment's consideration, she tosses it onto the junk pile.
Frathian finally steels himself, his nerves and everything, and uncovers the amulet of the planes. "Perhaps I'll just see what its like," he thinks to himself, as he touches it and it whisks him away to the Glass Planes.
Jim is still stubbornly trying to remember what happened it that weird gap in his memory, but it's like it's ... blacked out. "Hm..."
A tall, brazen, very wet man walks in, wearing a black hood and cloak with burlap trim, beneath which he is wearing a loose tunic and baggy trousers. He has longish, dirty-blonde hair and a thick beard. Strangest of all, he appears to be missing a tooth and an eye. He slams the door behind him and points his finger accusingly at Tara. "Gimme back me eye Tara," he growls, clearly very irritated.
"Okay okay ... which one is yours?"
He rolls his remaining eye and snatches the gold ersatz eye off of the table, as well as an obsidian tooth of Dhalver Nar, and storms off angrily, sitting down at the bar and ordering mead.
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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.
She's sitting in front of the job board/bulletin/wherever people put advertisements for jobs/contracts.
She walks over "Hello, there. Ill be heading out for something soon.. Are you looking for a job?"
She jumps a bit, surprised. "Oh, yeah, I am."
"... I know someone you can talk to"
"Really?"
She nods "My brother runs a prank kit company"
"A prank kit company?"
She nods "They make and sell prank kits. He could probably give you a job"
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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)
The dragon notices Mithris rather quickly, and, of course her true form, and bows (As well as a dragon can, lol). "Greetings. I am Phantomizakell, or Phantom. I'm not exactly sure how I got... wherever here is, but I'm not here to hurt anyone. I was attempting to stop the storm a rogue Stormtamer Dragon created and was attempting to use to destroy a city, and somehow both me and the storm got teleported to this world."
*It has truesight? Most dragons don't have truesight.*
*Yep. At least this one does. He's a... unique case from my campaign setting, lol. Very old (Around at the Creation War old) and yet still in the form of an Adult dragon*
"Hello, Phantomizakell. My name is Mithris. It's nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine." He then switches to draconic "It has been a long time since I was in the company of a Copper such as yourself."
With that, a mist suddenly appears and swirls around him, and when it dissipates, there's a handsome moon elf standing there. He has silver-white hair, pale skin, and the same deep green eyes that he had in dragon form. He's wearing simple leather armor with a grey-blue hooded cloak on his back. He has a bow slung over one shoulder, a couple wands on his hips, as well as a pair of longswords.
"I'd prefer if you don't talk about that in public. It's not something I share with most others before I get to know them. But what kind are you, exactly?"
"I'm what is known as a Phantom-Aura Dragon in my world. We have some... unique powers that most other dragons don't that got us our name."
"What powers?"
"Well, for one, the more mature of my species can semi-shift into the ethereal plane a limited number of times, allowing us to escape harm while in battle. All Phantom-Auras, regardless of age, can teleport using mists, although the youngest can only do it a limited number of times."
Phantom (his name will in humanoid form) thinks about this for a minute. "I never really thought about it before today, but yeah, I guess we do."
"Do you know how you got it?"
"No. It's something that we, as a species, have had for longer than any of us can remember, including myself."
"Do you know about any dragons that have connections to other planes?"
Phantom thinks about that for a minute. "Well, there are some other species of dragons on my world with unique powers. The Midnight Dragons of the archipelago far to the southwest of my home continent supposedly have the power to teleport using shadows, as well as a few other abilities along the same lines."
*I'll leave it there, because there are some other dragons with what could be considered planar abilities, but I don't have names. I came up with Midnight Dragons on the spot here, lol*
"That could be connected to the Shadowfell."
Phantom nods. "Exactly what I was thinking. Another species can shift through solid stone, so they're connected to the elemental plane of earth."
"I'm more used to giants having a connection to the elements. Most dragons are usually more focused on our natural abilities, not our magical ones."
"The interesting thing is that, for us and the other dragons from my world, these are natural abilities. We don't learn them, just how to better use them and better control them."
She's sitting in front of the job board/bulletin/wherever people put advertisements for jobs/contracts.
She walks over "Hello, there. Ill be heading out for something soon.. Are you looking for a job?"
She jumps a bit, surprised. "Oh, yeah, I am."
"... I know someone you can talk to"
"Really?"
She nods "My brother runs a prank kit company"
"A prank kit company?"
She nods "They make and sell prank kits. He could probably give you a job"
She thinks for a bit. "It doesn't really sound like something for me."
She shrugs "Alright, then. Well... Ill see you when I get back."
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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)
She's sitting in front of the job board/bulletin/wherever people put advertisements for jobs/contracts.
She walks over "Hello, there. Ill be heading out for something soon.. Are you looking for a job?"
She jumps a bit, surprised. "Oh, yeah, I am."
"... I know someone you can talk to"
"Really?"
She nods "My brother runs a prank kit company"
"A prank kit company?"
She nods "They make and sell prank kits. He could probably give you a job"
She thinks for a bit. "It doesn't really sound like something for me."
She shrugs "Alright, then. Well... Ill see you when I get back."
"Where are you going?"
"Another world to help a friend..."
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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)
Where are you...? I find mental contact... so impersonal...
Meeting up seems dangerous. Would you kill me?
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Spectacle looks outside & looks up, "Hey, musician! It's me Spectacle, would you know where a Undine Wolfe is?!" He yells up.
"Of course I know her, she's me."
*Haha, meme.*
*Haha, went over my head.*
"Oh! Your contesting in Battle Of The Bards?! Huh! Well I need some info from you!"
"Yeah? What is it?"
"You know, Basi- oh this won't do. Could you hop down so I can stop shouting!"
"Sure." She hops off the edge and lands in front of them.
"Ok, so I need info when I introduce you, so when my opener is done I go 'And their opponent, Undine Wolfe,' & then say the info I need, which is like where'd you'd learn to play, and just other stuff like that. Oh also anything else you want me to add to that."
Frathian finally steels himself, his nerves and everything, and uncovers the amulet of the planes. "Perhaps I'll just see what its like," he thinks to himself, as he touches it and it whisks him away to the Glass Planes.
Jim is still stubbornly trying to remember what happened it that weird gap in his memory, but it's like it's ... blacked out. "Hm..."
A tall, brazen, very wet man walks in, wearing a black hood and cloak with burlap trim, beneath which he is wearing a loose tunic and baggy trousers. He has longish, dirty-blonde hair and a thick beard. Strangest of all, he appears to be missing a tooth and an eye. He slams the door behind him and points his finger accusingly at Tara. "Gimme back me eye Tara," he growls, clearly very irritated.
"Okay okay ... which one is yours?"
He rolls his remaining eye and snatches the gold ersatz eye off of the table, as well as an obsidian tooth of Dhalver Nar, and storms off angrily, sitting down at the bar and ordering mead.
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"
"You know, Basi- oh this won't do. Could you hop down so I can stop shouting!"
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Cause you need fire to light them."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"A prank kit company?"
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.
She nods "They make and sell prank kits. He could probably give you a job"
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)
"fair enough, so did you invent them?"
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Lol, I'm just going with it.*
"You're still a lightweight."
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.
"Sure." She hops off the edge and lands in front of them.
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.
"No, I just experiment." He motions to the firework he's currently working on.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She thinks for a bit. "It doesn't really sound like something for me."
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 interesting thing is that, for us and the other dragons from my world, these are natural abilities. We don't learn them, just how to better use them and better control them."
She shrugs "Alright, then. Well... Ill see you when I get back."
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)
"like weaponising them? it's an explosive after all."
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"NO! I just make them for fun and enjoyment for others!"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Where are you going?"
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.
"Another world to help a friend..."
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)
Meeting up seems dangerous. Would you kill me?
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Oh... well, bye."
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.
"Ok, so I need info when I introduce you, so when my opener is done I go 'And their opponent, Undine Wolfe,' & then say the info I need, which is like where'd you'd learn to play, and just other stuff like that. Oh also anything else you want me to add to that."
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Mean" she said and stuck out her tongue
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