Elijah steps into the Tavern holding a paper in his hands. "They said they would meet me here..."
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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.)
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
"Ah, that makes more sense. Yeah, this would be such a cool place to stay and see everyday."
"Indeed it would be, in fact for me it is. I live here for now."
"Cool. Has anyone ever gone over the edge?"
Q'ilbrith steals his drink, "I might if I have to keep putting up with my companion's antics, excuse me for a moment." He uses mage hand to steal his scotch back.
She seems a little amused as she watches this.
He sighs and takes a sip off of his glass, only to realize it is empty, as Q'ilbrith had emptied it of liquor before Krathian could get to it. He shrugs and puts down the glass. "Despite my earlier jest, I was considering doing just that. It would be interesting to see what happened."
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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.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
"Ah, that makes more sense. Yeah, this would be such a cool place to stay and see everyday."
"Indeed it would be, in fact for me it is. I live here for now."
"Cool. Has anyone ever gone over the edge?"
*Its less an 'edge' like a fall, and more like a wall of void and nothing*
*Duly noted, that's how I imagined it.*
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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.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
"Ah, that makes more sense. Yeah, this would be such a cool place to stay and see everyday."
"Indeed it would be, in fact for me it is. I live here for now."
"Cool. Has anyone ever gone over the edge?"
Q'ilbrith steals his drink, "I might if I have to keep putting up with my companion's antics, excuse me for a moment." He uses mage hand to steal his scotch back.
She seems a little amused as she watches this.
He sighs and takes a sip off of his glass, only to realize it is empty, as Q'ilbrith had emptied it of liquor before Krathian could get to it. He shrugs and puts down the glass. "Despite my earlier jest, I was considering doing just that. It would be interesting to see what happened."
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
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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.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
"Ah, that makes more sense. Yeah, this would be such a cool place to stay and see everyday."
"Indeed it would be, in fact for me it is. I live here for now."
"Cool. Has anyone ever gone over the edge?"
Q'ilbrith steals his drink, "I might if I have to keep putting up with my companion's antics, excuse me for a moment." He uses mage hand to steal his scotch back.
She seems a little amused as she watches this.
He sighs and takes a sip off of his glass, only to realize it is empty, as Q'ilbrith had emptied it of liquor before Krathian could get to it. He shrugs and puts down the glass. "Despite my earlier jest, I was considering doing just that. It would be interesting to see what happened."
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
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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.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
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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.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Elijah steps into the Tavern holding a paper in his hands. "They said they would meet me here..."
Enethia waves from the roof
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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)
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
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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.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Redd contacts Tara: Id recommend preparing well. We will need you to go on the mission tonight, and from there youll have less than a day to complete it
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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)
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
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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.
Redd contacts Tara: Id recommend preparing well. We will need you to go on the mission tonight, and from there youll have less than a day to complete it
"Finally, that's about the time frame I expected. Any extra equipment you think I should bring?"
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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.
Elijah steps into the Tavern holding a paper in his hands. "They said they would meet me here..."
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.)
He sighs and takes a sip off of his glass, only to realize it is empty, as Q'ilbrith had emptied it of liquor before Krathian could get to it. He shrugs and puts down the glass. "Despite my earlier jest, I was considering doing just that. It would be interesting to see what happened."
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"
*Duly noted, that's how I imagined it.*
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 mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
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.
Name: Maxwell Lead
Age: 25
Race: Human
Occupations:
[Gardener: Current]
[Solider: Past]
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
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"
*Yeah, I had Wolfe call it an edge cause she technically hasn't even seen it yet other than a glimpse before she walked in.*
*Also I apparently missed Chris's post, so I guess I better cut the quotes*
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.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
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"
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Awesome! When will we go?"
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.
*So far i have a Ex Veteran, A great Thief, and a Fish-man*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Enethia waves from the roof
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)
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
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 didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
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"
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Redd contacts Tara: Id recommend preparing well. We will need you to go on the mission tonight, and from there youll have less than a day to complete it
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 looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
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 shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
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"
"Finally, that's about the time frame I expected. Any extra equipment you think I should bring?"
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"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
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"