Soldaer sheathes his weapons. "The name's Soldaer, and this is Shade." Shade gives a semi-friendly growl, as though she's still not entirely sure what to make of this new person.
"Um.... i'm" They look down at their hand for a moment, "Ah, right, i'm Azazel." He says, nodding
"It's a pleasure to meet you Azazel." Soldaer nods politely. "My question does remain though, why were you so intent on beating the crap out of that automaton? It won't take any damage while it's in range of the blessing."
"Makes a good punching bag. Never know when you'll need to kill someone who attacks you in this place."
Soldaer nods. "I understand the need to practice, although I usually use the target dummies out front."
"Needed something a bit sturdier. Those got a bit to beat up...."
"Understandable. They didn't exactly make those the sturdiest. Maybe we should see if there's an artificer here who can enhance those dummies. I could use something that can at least simulate a live opponent; You know, 'fight back' and all..." Soldaer's voice trails off as he ponders the possibilities.
"You and me both. I need to see how far i can push his- i mean, my body before it breaks."
Soldaer's eyebrow raises slightly as he catches the slip of the tongue, but pretends not to notice. "Shall we see if we can find someone to upgrade the target dummies then?"
"Sure, that sounds like a great idea"
"Alright, let's head back inside then." Soldaer turns on his heel rather abruptly, Shade following, and turns back towards the entrance to the tavern.
"Azazel' as they had called themselves, follows him, muttering something under their breath
Soldaer sheathes his weapons. "The name's Soldaer, and this is Shade." Shade gives a semi-friendly growl, as though she's still not entirely sure what to make of this new person.
"Um.... i'm" They look down at their hand for a moment, "Ah, right, i'm Azazel." He says, nodding
"It's a pleasure to meet you Azazel." Soldaer nods politely. "My question does remain though, why were you so intent on beating the crap out of that automaton? It won't take any damage while it's in range of the blessing."
"Makes a good punching bag. Never know when you'll need to kill someone who attacks you in this place."
Soldaer nods. "I understand the need to practice, although I usually use the target dummies out front."
"Needed something a bit sturdier. Those got a bit to beat up...."
"Understandable. They didn't exactly make those the sturdiest. Maybe we should see if there's an artificer here who can enhance those dummies. I could use something that can at least simulate a live opponent; You know, 'fight back' and all..." Soldaer's voice trails off as he ponders the possibilities.
"You and me both. I need to see how far i can push his- i mean, my body before it breaks."
Soldaer's eyebrow raises slightly as he catches the slip of the tongue, but pretends not to notice. "Shall we see if we can find someone to upgrade the target dummies then?"
"Sure, that sounds like a great idea"
"Alright, let's head back inside then." Soldaer turns on his heel rather abruptly, Shade following, and turns back towards the entrance to the tavern.
"Azazel' as they had called themselves, follows him, muttering something under their breath
When Soldaer gets inside the tavern, he starts looking around immediately for anyone who may be able to help.
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Soldaer sheathes his weapons. "The name's Soldaer, and this is Shade." Shade gives a semi-friendly growl, as though she's still not entirely sure what to make of this new person.
"Um.... i'm" They look down at their hand for a moment, "Ah, right, i'm Azazel." He says, nodding
"It's a pleasure to meet you Azazel." Soldaer nods politely. "My question does remain though, why were you so intent on beating the crap out of that automaton? It won't take any damage while it's in range of the blessing."
"Makes a good punching bag. Never know when you'll need to kill someone who attacks you in this place."
Soldaer nods. "I understand the need to practice, although I usually use the target dummies out front."
"Needed something a bit sturdier. Those got a bit to beat up...."
"Understandable. They didn't exactly make those the sturdiest. Maybe we should see if there's an artificer here who can enhance those dummies. I could use something that can at least simulate a live opponent; You know, 'fight back' and all..." Soldaer's voice trails off as he ponders the possibilities.
"You and me both. I need to see how far i can push his- i mean, my body before it breaks."
Soldaer's eyebrow raises slightly as he catches the slip of the tongue, but pretends not to notice. "Shall we see if we can find someone to upgrade the target dummies then?"
"Sure, that sounds like a great idea"
"Alright, let's head back inside then." Soldaer turns on his heel rather abruptly, Shade following, and turns back towards the entrance to the tavern.
"Azazel' as they had called themselves, follows him, muttering something under their breath
When Soldaer gets inside the tavern, he starts looking around immediately for anyone who may be able to help.
Soldaer sheathes his weapons. "The name's Soldaer, and this is Shade." Shade gives a semi-friendly growl, as though she's still not entirely sure what to make of this new person.
"Um.... i'm" They look down at their hand for a moment, "Ah, right, i'm Azazel." He says, nodding
"It's a pleasure to meet you Azazel." Soldaer nods politely. "My question does remain though, why were you so intent on beating the crap out of that automaton? It won't take any damage while it's in range of the blessing."
"Makes a good punching bag. Never know when you'll need to kill someone who attacks you in this place."
Soldaer nods. "I understand the need to practice, although I usually use the target dummies out front."
"Needed something a bit sturdier. Those got a bit to beat up...."
"Understandable. They didn't exactly make those the sturdiest. Maybe we should see if there's an artificer here who can enhance those dummies. I could use something that can at least simulate a live opponent; You know, 'fight back' and all..." Soldaer's voice trails off as he ponders the possibilities.
"You and me both. I need to see how far i can push his- i mean, my body before it breaks."
Soldaer's eyebrow raises slightly as he catches the slip of the tongue, but pretends not to notice. "Shall we see if we can find someone to upgrade the target dummies then?"
"Sure, that sounds like a great idea"
"Alright, let's head back inside then." Soldaer turns on his heel rather abruptly, Shade following, and turns back towards the entrance to the tavern.
"Azazel' as they had called themselves, follows him, muttering something under their breath
When Soldaer gets inside the tavern, he starts looking around immediately for anyone who may be able to help.
Azazel stays directly next to the front door
Soldaer turns back to Azazel. "Why aren't you coming inside? I promise you, most of the people here won't hurt you, and no one can hurt you while you're inside the tavern."
Soldaer sheathes his weapons. "The name's Soldaer, and this is Shade." Shade gives a semi-friendly growl, as though she's still not entirely sure what to make of this new person.
"Um.... i'm" They look down at their hand for a moment, "Ah, right, i'm Azazel." He says, nodding
"It's a pleasure to meet you Azazel." Soldaer nods politely. "My question does remain though, why were you so intent on beating the crap out of that automaton? It won't take any damage while it's in range of the blessing."
"Makes a good punching bag. Never know when you'll need to kill someone who attacks you in this place."
Soldaer nods. "I understand the need to practice, although I usually use the target dummies out front."
"Needed something a bit sturdier. Those got a bit to beat up...."
"Understandable. They didn't exactly make those the sturdiest. Maybe we should see if there's an artificer here who can enhance those dummies. I could use something that can at least simulate a live opponent; You know, 'fight back' and all..." Soldaer's voice trails off as he ponders the possibilities.
"You and me both. I need to see how far i can push his- i mean, my body before it breaks."
Soldaer's eyebrow raises slightly as he catches the slip of the tongue, but pretends not to notice. "Shall we see if we can find someone to upgrade the target dummies then?"
"Sure, that sounds like a great idea"
"Alright, let's head back inside then." Soldaer turns on his heel rather abruptly, Shade following, and turns back towards the entrance to the tavern.
"Azazel' as they had called themselves, follows him, muttering something under their breath
When Soldaer gets inside the tavern, he starts looking around immediately for anyone who may be able to help.
Azazel stays directly next to the front door
Soldaer turns back to Azazel. "Why aren't you coming inside? I promise you, most of the people here won't hurt you, and no one can hurt you while you're inside the tavern."
"I know about that. I'm just not feeling to social today." They shrug, but move a bit more inward anyways
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Soldaer sheathes his weapons. "The name's Soldaer, and this is Shade." Shade gives a semi-friendly growl, as though she's still not entirely sure what to make of this new person.
"Um.... i'm" They look down at their hand for a moment, "Ah, right, i'm Azazel." He says, nodding
"It's a pleasure to meet you Azazel." Soldaer nods politely. "My question does remain though, why were you so intent on beating the crap out of that automaton? It won't take any damage while it's in range of the blessing."
"Makes a good punching bag. Never know when you'll need to kill someone who attacks you in this place."
Soldaer nods. "I understand the need to practice, although I usually use the target dummies out front."
"Needed something a bit sturdier. Those got a bit to beat up...."
"Understandable. They didn't exactly make those the sturdiest. Maybe we should see if there's an artificer here who can enhance those dummies. I could use something that can at least simulate a live opponent; You know, 'fight back' and all..." Soldaer's voice trails off as he ponders the possibilities.
"You and me both. I need to see how far i can push his- i mean, my body before it breaks."
Soldaer's eyebrow raises slightly as he catches the slip of the tongue, but pretends not to notice. "Shall we see if we can find someone to upgrade the target dummies then?"
"Sure, that sounds like a great idea"
"Alright, let's head back inside then." Soldaer turns on his heel rather abruptly, Shade following, and turns back towards the entrance to the tavern.
"Azazel' as they had called themselves, follows him, muttering something under their breath
When Soldaer gets inside the tavern, he starts looking around immediately for anyone who may be able to help.
Azazel stays directly next to the front door
Soldaer turns back to Azazel. "Why aren't you coming inside? I promise you, most of the people here won't hurt you, and no one can hurt you while you're inside the tavern."
"I know about that. I'm just not feeling to social today." They shrug, but move a bit more inward anyways
"Fair enough. Let me know if you think of anyone who may be able to help us, or see anyone in particular. I'm still relatively new here, so I don't know anyone yet."
Soldaer sheathes his weapons. "The name's Soldaer, and this is Shade." Shade gives a semi-friendly growl, as though she's still not entirely sure what to make of this new person.
"Um.... i'm" They look down at their hand for a moment, "Ah, right, i'm Azazel." He says, nodding
"It's a pleasure to meet you Azazel." Soldaer nods politely. "My question does remain though, why were you so intent on beating the crap out of that automaton? It won't take any damage while it's in range of the blessing."
"Makes a good punching bag. Never know when you'll need to kill someone who attacks you in this place."
Soldaer nods. "I understand the need to practice, although I usually use the target dummies out front."
"Needed something a bit sturdier. Those got a bit to beat up...."
"Understandable. They didn't exactly make those the sturdiest. Maybe we should see if there's an artificer here who can enhance those dummies. I could use something that can at least simulate a live opponent; You know, 'fight back' and all..." Soldaer's voice trails off as he ponders the possibilities.
"You and me both. I need to see how far i can push his- i mean, my body before it breaks."
Soldaer's eyebrow raises slightly as he catches the slip of the tongue, but pretends not to notice. "Shall we see if we can find someone to upgrade the target dummies then?"
"Sure, that sounds like a great idea"
"Alright, let's head back inside then." Soldaer turns on his heel rather abruptly, Shade following, and turns back towards the entrance to the tavern.
"Azazel' as they had called themselves, follows him, muttering something under their breath
When Soldaer gets inside the tavern, he starts looking around immediately for anyone who may be able to help.
Azazel stays directly next to the front door
Soldaer turns back to Azazel. "Why aren't you coming inside? I promise you, most of the people here won't hurt you, and no one can hurt you while you're inside the tavern."
"I know about that. I'm just not feeling to social today." They shrug, but move a bit more inward anyways
"Fair enough. Let me know if you think of anyone who may be able to help us, or see anyone in particular. I'm still relatively new here, so I don't know anyone yet."
And doesn't everyone have different dealings with them they are not all the same right?
*Yep. btw, welcome to the tavern. We use asterisks for out of character talk, no one can be harmed in the tavern though that usually doesn't stop us, and italics are for telepathy when it comes up. I'm Alaric, nice to meet you*
Spectacle comes next to them, "Ordering some good ol' flapjacks huh?"
*they're a 5'8" (yes I retconned their height) pale magenta tiefling with straight maroon hair & ringed black wavy horns holding the roots of the hair. They're wearing their red silk-like suit with their red tap shoes, both with white accents, they also have the rapier handeld red cane. could I get a description of Fennikel?*
Spectacle comes next to them, "Ordering some good ol' flapjacks huh?"
*they're a 5'8" (yes I retconned their height) pale magenta tiefling with straight maroon hair & ringed black wavy horns holding the roots of the hair. They're wearing their red silk-like suit with their red tap shoes, both with white accents, they also have the rapier handeld red cane. could I get a description of Fennikel?*
"Yeah, I love 'em. Who are you?"
*About 5'1" half-elf with long white hair and mostly black leather clothes. You rarely see her without a wide smile on her lips. She has no weapons visible on her body.*
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.)
Spectacle comes next to them, "Ordering some good ol' flapjacks huh?"
*they're a 5'8" (yes I retconned their height) pale magenta tiefling with straight maroon hair & ringed black wavy horns holding the roots of the hair. They're wearing their red silk-like suit with their red tap shoes, both with white accents, they also have the rapier handeld red cane. could I get a description of Fennikel?*
"Yeah, I love 'em. Who are you?"
*About 5'1" half-elf with long white hair and mostly black leather clothes. You rarely see her without a wide smile on her lips. She has no weapons visible on her body.*
*sorry didn't get a reply so thought that you were off.*
"Spectacle! Tiefling Bard showing the world Tieflings can be great by putting on performances of song and dance, and now, I work here!" they say in their regular fast paced talking & higher energy.
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She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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"Azazel' as they had called themselves, follows him, muttering something under their breath
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
When Soldaer gets inside the tavern, he starts looking around immediately for anyone who may be able to help.
*Hello!*
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*Hey TTB! How's it goin?*
Azazel stays directly next to the front door
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
Soldaer turns back to Azazel. "Why aren't you coming inside? I promise you, most of the people here won't hurt you, and no one can hurt you while you're inside the tavern."
"I know about that. I'm just not feeling to social today." They shrug, but move a bit more inward anyways
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
*Decent, thanks.*
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*GTG, bye!*
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*Lawful Evil night!*
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"Fair enough. Let me know if you think of anyone who may be able to help us, or see anyone in particular. I'm still relatively new here, so I don't know anyone yet."
*Chaotic Good night!*
Azazel just shrugs, not really looking for anyone
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
*Alright ya'll, Time for me to head to bed. Have a Chaotic Good night everyone!*
Fennikel is ordering some pancakes
Spectacle comes next to them, "Ordering some good ol' flapjacks huh?"
*they're a 5'8" (yes I retconned their height) pale magenta tiefling with straight maroon hair & ringed black wavy horns holding the roots of the hair. They're wearing their red silk-like suit with their red tap shoes, both with white accents, they also have the rapier handeld red cane. could I get a description of Fennikel?*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yeah, I love 'em. Who are you?"
*About 5'1" half-elf with long white hair and mostly black leather clothes. You rarely see her without a wide smile on her lips. She has no weapons visible on her body.*
Noble-077 is out on patrol.
Spawn is gardening.
Sarith is tending to her wounds.
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.)
*sorry didn't get a reply so thought that you were off.*
"Spectacle! Tiefling Bard showing the world Tieflings can be great by putting on performances of song and dance, and now, I work here!" they say in their regular fast paced talking & higher energy.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.