She shakes her head "Unlikely. It doesnt have eyes, from the look of things"
"It hasn't heard us either, though."
She nods "Thats very strange..." Cue No Eyes attacks starting
*Wait, she actually starts attacking?*
*The ghost attacks are forming at the edge of the room*
"Well, that looks ominous. I'm guessing we should prepare for a fight."
She nods, drawing her weapon
Xorius casually draws his sword, approaching No Eyes.
The attacks from the side begin moving in, moving up and down, as the song grows slightly louder
"I don't think this isn't warranted." Xorius attacks with his longsword, then with a burst of magma that springs from his hand.
*Attack: 18 Damage: 13 magical slashing plus 18 fire that ignores resistance. Attack: 15 Damage: 12 magical slashing plus 19 fire that ignores resistance. Attack: 18 Damage: 27 fire that ignores resistance, and she needs to make a CHA save on a hit.*
The attacks right through, and instead are actually hitting.the area outside the tavern where he actually is
"That didn't seem very effectual."
She nods, looking slightly confused, as the attacks hit them both to similar effect
"I'm starting to doubt whether we can physically affect anything in this world."
"I mean... I guess that makes sense if its only a mind thing... But youd think I could effect my own mind"
"I don't think this is your actual mind. It doesn't seem to contain thoughts or memories. I think it might be a sort of... portal to this realm, that's only open when you speak in that language."
"My.... Speaking makes a portal here?"
"Not exactly. As far as I can tell, the words have some sort of power, which is connected to wherever this place is. By speaking them, your mind becomes linked to this realm."
"Thats... Very, very strange... Especially when Ive never heard those words before"
"Then I imagine the sword has a role in it. Either that, you've spoken them before, but you weren't aware of it. This time, you didn't know this wasn't real until I told you."
She nods slowly "Those all could make sense... Which do you think is most likely?"
"We don't have enough knowledge yet to know. We'll have to learn more about the words and this place."
She nods slowly "Should we continue exploring?"
"That's probably the best thing we can do right now."
"Alright. Which path?"
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"I know. I wasn't saying that you had to learn them."
"Right. Anyways, you never told me where you're from. I, myself am from..." Phantom's voice trails off as he notices Soldaer standing over at one of the target dummies, still practicing.
"SOLDAER??!!!! IS THAT YOU??!!??"
*Yep, you betchya I'm gonna have an intertwined backstory here again, lol.*
Soldaer whirls around at the sounds of his name being called and looks for whoever called him, seeming a bit confused.
"Right.... He's used to my dragon form..." Phantom mutters to himself. "Well, guess it's time to shift back into dragon form," he laughs quietly to himself. Another swirl of mist around himself, and then he's back to his draconic form.
"Come now, Soldaer, don't tell me you don't recognize your old friend, Phantomizakell."
"PHANTOM!!!?? HOW DID YOU GET HERE!!?? WHEN!!? WHAT!!???" Soldaer seems both confused and ecstatic at the same time, and sheaths his swords as he sprints over.
Phantom reverts to humanoid form with another swirl of mist, and embraces his old friend. "How long has it been? 50 years? 70?"
*This continues for some time, lol.*
Phantom turns back to Mithris. "Well, since Soldaer has been here for a while, you can easily guess where I'm from." He laughs, seeming far less serious than he had been before.
*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
Wolfe stares, open mouthed and very much surprised.
He knocks bach a glass of scotch and pours himself another glass. Seeing Wolfe, he breaks out into a grin. "Good to see you, old friend. I imagine I missed quite a lot, how have you been?"
"Oh you know, very much convinced you had died after your clone walked in, so nothing much. Anyways, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!"
“Exiled on the plane of mirrors, I should’ve factored in that he would think I was dead, it wasn’t a bad conclusion. But no I was merely imprisoned. The reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.”
*Sigh..... the second time a meme has been quoted today. I was the first.*
"WHAT THE ABSOLUTE [1gp] IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!? YOU DIDN'T EVEN MAKE A [1gp] NOTE??"
He seems confused, “What do you mean? I told him in the journal I left him “
She sighed, sitting down and getting a drink. "I meant a note for the people you knew, like me. You could've, like, left it on my door or something."
He shrugs “I figured my clone would tell you when he figured it out. I’m truly sorry that he didn’t.” He knocks his fingers on the counter. “So, aside from my alleged death, how have things been going?”
"Kinda boring. Got a competition of sorts coming up later."
“A competition eh?” He smirks, leaning back in his chair, “What kind?”
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*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
Wolfe stares, open mouthed and very much surprised.
He knocks bach a glass of scotch and pours himself another glass. Seeing Wolfe, he breaks out into a grin. "Good to see you, old friend. I imagine I missed quite a lot, how have you been?"
"Oh you know, very much convinced you had died after your clone walked in, so nothing much. Anyways, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!"
“Exiled on the plane of mirrors, I should’ve factored in that he would think I was dead, it wasn’t a bad conclusion. But no I was merely imprisoned. The reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.”
*Sigh..... the second time a meme has been quoted today. I was the first.*
"WHAT THE ABSOLUTE [1gp] IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!? YOU DIDN'T EVEN MAKE A [1gp] NOTE??"
He seems confused, “What do you mean? I told him in the journal I left him “
She sighed, sitting down and getting a drink. "I meant a note for the people you knew, like me. You could've, like, left it on my door or something."
He shrugs “I figured my clone would tell you when he figured it out. I’m truly sorry that he didn’t.” He knocks his fingers on the counter. “So, aside from my alleged death, how have things been going?”
"Kinda boring. Got a competition of sorts coming up later."
“A competition eh?” He smirks, leaning back in his chair, “What kind?”
"The girl is calling it the 'Battle of the Bards' or something, and she more or less wants to have a musical face-off."
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*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
Wolfe stares, open mouthed and very much surprised.
He knocks bach a glass of scotch and pours himself another glass. Seeing Wolfe, he breaks out into a grin. "Good to see you, old friend. I imagine I missed quite a lot, how have you been?"
"Oh you know, very much convinced you had died after your clone walked in, so nothing much. Anyways, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!"
“Exiled on the plane of mirrors, I should’ve factored in that he would think I was dead, it wasn’t a bad conclusion. But no I was merely imprisoned. The reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.”
*Sigh..... the second time a meme has been quoted today. I was the first.*
"WHAT THE ABSOLUTE [1gp] IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!? YOU DIDN'T EVEN MAKE A [1gp] NOTE??"
He seems confused, “What do you mean? I told him in the journal I left him “
She sighed, sitting down and getting a drink. "I meant a note for the people you knew, like me. You could've, like, left it on my door or something."
He shrugs “I figured my clone would tell you when he figured it out. I’m truly sorry that he didn’t.” He knocks his fingers on the counter. “So, aside from my alleged death, how have things been going?”
"Kinda boring. Got a competition of sorts coming up later."
“A competition eh?” He smirks, leaning back in his chair, “What kind?”
"The girl is calling it the 'Battle of the Bards' or something, and she more or less wants to have a musical face-off."
“Ah I see. I’ll likely be no help with that, though I’ve known my share of musicians. Too bad that one band isn’t around any more…I liked them.”
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Adder's skin seems to unfold into Magnus's form. Magnus snarls and grin from ear to ear in a disturbing way.
*Roll against being frightened*
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
"Im always sober" she chirped and stuck out her tongue a bit
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
"Alright. Which path?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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"Right. Anyways, you never told me where you're from. I, myself am from..." Phantom's voice trails off as he notices Soldaer standing over at one of the target dummies, still practicing.
"SOLDAER??!!!! IS THAT YOU??!!??"
*Yep, you betchya I'm gonna have an intertwined backstory here again, lol.*
Soldaer whirls around at the sounds of his name being called and looks for whoever called him, seeming a bit confused.
"Right.... He's used to my dragon form..." Phantom mutters to himself. "Well, guess it's time to shift back into dragon form," he laughs quietly to himself. Another swirl of mist around himself, and then he's back to his draconic form.
"Come now, Soldaer, don't tell me you don't recognize your old friend, Phantomizakell."
"PHANTOM!!!?? HOW DID YOU GET HERE!!?? WHEN!!? WHAT!!???" Soldaer seems both confused and ecstatic at the same time, and sheaths his swords as he sprints over.
Phantom reverts to humanoid form with another swirl of mist, and embraces his old friend. "How long has it been? 50 years? 70?"
*This continues for some time, lol.*
Phantom turns back to Mithris. "Well, since Soldaer has been here for a while, you can easily guess where I'm from." He laughs, seeming far less serious than he had been before.
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“A competition eh?” He smirks, leaning back in his chair, “What kind?”
This is ItsNotAChest’s alternate, so no some random psychopath hasn’t stolen their storylines/posts. Or maybe I did. Who knows…
I am what happens when you write character concepts on a spice high
#ForeverAlone
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"The girl is calling it the 'Battle of the Bards' or something, and she more or less wants to have a musical face-off."
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 morning! How is everyone?*
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
Leon-11 ahs become frightened
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 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
"Holy [1GP]....." Leon starts taking steps backwards.
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"I can't decide whether to be offended or agree" she said and chuckled
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
“Ah I see. I’ll likely be no help with that, though I’ve known my share of musicians. Too bad that one band isn’t around any more…I liked them.”
This is ItsNotAChest’s alternate, so no some random psychopath hasn’t stolen their storylines/posts. Or maybe I did. Who knows…
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#ForeverAlone
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"Run away little one, Run away from your nightmares" Magnus hiussed
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
*good!*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Possability i wasn't on when they were intro'd*
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
*You'd probably remember. He's a dragon, lol.*
E is looking for a way to Oxyen
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)