A slate-grey spined devil walks into the tavern and glances at the patrons. A ring of twisted and unidentifiable metal is wrapped around its tail, but it is otherwise unadorned.
Tikalae seems to watch a bit, before looking away again
A slate-grey spined devil walks into the tavern and glances at the patrons. A ring of twisted and unidentifiable metal is wrapped around its tail, but it is otherwise unadorned.
Tikalae seems to watch a bit, before looking away again
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 Characters (Outdated)
*Love how no one seems interested in Soldaer's sword, considering it's MAGICAL and NOT IN THE SWARM! lol*
*Well... Its not exactly easy to look at it and say its necessarily magical, cause it could be affected by a temporary spell. The whispers are growing louder*
*Uuuuhhhhh, it's shooting a blinding beam of pure radiant energy into the sky.... that, at least to me, screams that it's magical.*
Nightbane finally decides it's had enough of these whispering voices. Seriously? I was perfectly fine enjoying a centuries-long nap, and now you went and woke me up. Quit bothering me, or I'll call down the one who made me to deal with you.
Join.... Kin. Help. Assist. Swarm.
I AM NOT YOUR KIN! Besides, I already have a purpose, and do not need a second one that goes counter to the one who created me. Leave me be, for I will not join.
*Love how no one seems interested in Soldaer's sword, considering it's MAGICAL and NOT IN THE SWARM! lol*
*Well... Its not exactly easy to look at it and say its necessarily magical, cause it could be affected by a temporary spell. The whispers are growing louder*
*Uuuuhhhhh, it's shooting a blinding beam of pure radiant energy into the sky.... that, at least to me, screams that it's magical.*
Nightbane finally decides it's had enough of these whispering voices. Seriously? I was perfectly fine enjoying a centuries-long nap, and now you went and woke me up. Quit bothering me, or I'll call down the one who made me to deal with you.
Join.... Kin. Help. Assist. Swarm.
I AM NOT YOUR KIN! Besides, I already have a purpose, and do not need a second one that goes counter to the one who created me. Leave me be, for I will not join.
Join. Need. Friend. Kin.
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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)
Devil Theren is writing in a small jornal in the library.
Alric is smoking his pipe and working on a new invention.
Outside of the taverns protection BT and Thomas are having a standoff with an enemy Pilot and Titan
Phantom, still in his moon elf form walks over. "What's going on here?"
"Stay out of it." Thomas says with his rifle aimed at the Pilot who in turn has his pistol aimed at Thomas
"Really guys? There's no need for this." Phantom's voice is still smooth, but you can tell he's getting a little agitated.
Thomas turns off the safety on his rifle. "You don't know whats going on here."
The other pilot laughs, "Still tryna play hero, eh?"
Both pilots receive the same telepathic message: an image of a massive, and powerful, dragon's reflection as it flies over a wooded lake.
It has polished black scales with silver highlights along the spine, eyebrows, shoulders, and the edges of the "arms" that its wings are on. Instead of the usual forward-pointing horns most black dragons have, it's horns point backwards, and are curled halfway along their length, doing a complete circle that leads to a slightly-upward pointing tip. It's head is more akin to the shape of a Green or Topaz Dragon's, and a row of curved, almost needlelike spines, run from the top of its head to about a third of the way down its tail. On the end of its tail, where the tip should be, is instead a blade that seems to be made out of the dragon's own bone. It's eyes are a deep green color, almost like a pine tree's needles when viewed at twilight.
"You're right, maybe I don't know what's going on here, but what I see is potentially needless bloodshed, and the waste of at least one of your lives'. So, put those weapons down before I truly need to get involved here."
Devil Theren is writing in a small jornal in the library.
Alric is smoking his pipe and working on a new invention.
Outside of the taverns protection BT and Thomas are having a standoff with an enemy Pilot and Titan
Phantom, still in his moon elf form walks over. "What's going on here?"
"Stay out of it." Thomas says with his rifle aimed at the Pilot who in turn has his pistol aimed at Thomas
"Really guys? There's no need for this." Phantom's voice is still smooth, but you can tell he's getting a little agitated.
Thomas turns off the safety on his rifle. "You don't know whats going on here."
The other pilot laughs, "Still tryna play hero, eh?"
Both pilots receive the same telepathic message: an image of a massive, and powerful, dragon's reflection as it flies over a wooded lake.
It has polished black scales with silver highlights along the spine, eyebrows, shoulders, and the edges of the "arms" that its wings are on. Instead of the usual forward-pointing horns most black dragons have, it's horns point backwards, and are curled halfway along their length, doing a complete circle that leads to a slightly-upward pointing tip. It's head is more akin to the shape of a Green or Topaz Dragon's, and a row of curved, almost needlelike spines, run from the top of its head to about a third of the way down its tail. On the end of its tail, where the tip should be, is instead a blade that seems to be made out of the dragon's own bone. It's eyes are a deep green color, almost like a pine tree's needles when viewed at twilight.
"You're right, maybe I don't know what's going on here, but what I see is potentially needless bloodshed, and the waste of at least one of your lives'. So, put those weapons down before I truly need to get involved here."
The pilots don't move from their positions and the Titans continue to stare at each other.
"BT Protocol Danger Close!" Thomas shouts. BT launches himself at the other Titan while Thomas starts to shoot at the other Pilot.
*Love how no one seems interested in Soldaer's sword, considering it's MAGICAL and NOT IN THE SWARM! lol*
*Well... Its not exactly easy to look at it and say its necessarily magical, cause it could be affected by a temporary spell. The whispers are growing louder*
*Uuuuhhhhh, it's shooting a blinding beam of pure radiant energy into the sky.... that, at least to me, screams that it's magical.*
Nightbane finally decides it's had enough of these whispering voices. Seriously? I was perfectly fine enjoying a centuries-long nap, and now you went and woke me up. Quit bothering me, or I'll call down the one who made me to deal with you.
Join.... Kin. Help. Assist. Swarm.
I AM NOT YOUR KIN! Besides, I already have a purpose, and do not need a second one that goes counter to the one who created me. Leave me be, for I will not join.
Join. Need. Friend. Kin.
You need a friend? Tell me who you are first. I have survived for thousands of years without needing any 'friends,' aside from whoever wields me, and so do not need to deal with you if I got not wish to.
*Love how no one seems interested in Soldaer's sword, considering it's MAGICAL and NOT IN THE SWARM! lol*
*Well... Its not exactly easy to look at it and say its necessarily magical, cause it could be affected by a temporary spell. The whispers are growing louder*
*Uuuuhhhhh, it's shooting a blinding beam of pure radiant energy into the sky.... that, at least to me, screams that it's magical.*
Nightbane finally decides it's had enough of these whispering voices. Seriously? I was perfectly fine enjoying a centuries-long nap, and now you went and woke me up. Quit bothering me, or I'll call down the one who made me to deal with you.
Join.... Kin. Help. Assist. Swarm.
I AM NOT YOUR KIN! Besides, I already have a purpose, and do not need a second one that goes counter to the one who created me. Leave me be, for I will not join.
Join. Need. Friend. Kin.
You need a friend? Tell me who you are first. I have survived for thousands of years without needing any 'friends,' aside from whoever wields me, and so do not need to deal with you if I got not wish to.
All kin are friends. Join our swarm.
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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)
Devil Theren is writing in a small jornal in the library.
Alric is smoking his pipe and working on a new invention.
Outside of the taverns protection BT and Thomas are having a standoff with an enemy Pilot and Titan
Phantom, still in his moon elf form walks over. "What's going on here?"
"Stay out of it." Thomas says with his rifle aimed at the Pilot who in turn has his pistol aimed at Thomas
"Really guys? There's no need for this." Phantom's voice is still smooth, but you can tell he's getting a little agitated.
Thomas turns off the safety on his rifle. "You don't know whats going on here."
The other pilot laughs, "Still tryna play hero, eh?"
Both pilots receive the same telepathic message: an image of a massive, and powerful, dragon's reflection as it flies over a wooded lake.
It has polished black scales with silver highlights along the spine, eyebrows, shoulders, and the edges of the "arms" that its wings are on. Instead of the usual forward-pointing horns most black dragons have, it's horns point backwards, and are curled halfway along their length, doing a complete circle that leads to a slightly-upward pointing tip. It's head is more akin to the shape of a Green or Topaz Dragon's, and a row of curved, almost needlelike spines, run from the top of its head to about a third of the way down its tail. On the end of its tail, where the tip should be, is instead a blade that seems to be made out of the dragon's own bone. It's eyes are a deep green color, almost like a pine tree's needles when viewed at twilight.
"You're right, maybe I don't know what's going on here, but what I see is potentially needless bloodshed, and the waste of at least one of your lives'. So, put those weapons down before I truly need to get involved here."
The pilots don't move from their positions and the Titans continue to stare at each other.
"BT Protocol Danger Close!" Thomas shouts. BT launches himself at the other Titan while Thomas starts to shoot at the other Pilot.
ENOUGH!!! A deafening shout explodes within the minds of both pilots as a swirl of mist surrounds Phantom's body. In a matter of seconds, the mist-shrouded for grows to huge proportions, standing at over 70 ft tall. The mist then clears, revealing the same dragon from the image.
Devil Theren is writing in a small jornal in the library.
Alric is smoking his pipe and working on a new invention.
Outside of the taverns protection BT and Thomas are having a standoff with an enemy Pilot and Titan
Phantom, still in his moon elf form walks over. "What's going on here?"
"Stay out of it." Thomas says with his rifle aimed at the Pilot who in turn has his pistol aimed at Thomas
"Really guys? There's no need for this." Phantom's voice is still smooth, but you can tell he's getting a little agitated.
Thomas turns off the safety on his rifle. "You don't know whats going on here."
The other pilot laughs, "Still tryna play hero, eh?"
Both pilots receive the same telepathic message: an image of a massive, and powerful, dragon's reflection as it flies over a wooded lake.
It has polished black scales with silver highlights along the spine, eyebrows, shoulders, and the edges of the "arms" that its wings are on. Instead of the usual forward-pointing horns most black dragons have, it's horns point backwards, and are curled halfway along their length, doing a complete circle that leads to a slightly-upward pointing tip. It's head is more akin to the shape of a Green or Topaz Dragon's, and a row of curved, almost needlelike spines, run from the top of its head to about a third of the way down its tail. On the end of its tail, where the tip should be, is instead a blade that seems to be made out of the dragon's own bone. It's eyes are a deep green color, almost like a pine tree's needles when viewed at twilight.
"You're right, maybe I don't know what's going on here, but what I see is potentially needless bloodshed, and the waste of at least one of your lives'. So, put those weapons down before I truly need to get involved here."
The pilots don't move from their positions and the Titans continue to stare at each other.
"BT Protocol Danger Close!" Thomas shouts. BT launches himself at the other Titan while Thomas starts to shoot at the other Pilot.
ENOUGH!!! A deafening shout explodes within the minds of both pilots as a swirl of mist surrounds Phantom's body. In a matter of seconds, the mist-shrouded for grows to huge proportions, standing at over 70 ft tall. The mist then clears, revealing the same dragon from the image.
The fighting come to an abrupt stop. Thomas turns sharply and aims at the dragon. The Pilot, his Titan, and BT do the same.
*Love how no one seems interested in Soldaer's sword, considering it's MAGICAL and NOT IN THE SWARM! lol*
*Well... Its not exactly easy to look at it and say its necessarily magical, cause it could be affected by a temporary spell. The whispers are growing louder*
*Uuuuhhhhh, it's shooting a blinding beam of pure radiant energy into the sky.... that, at least to me, screams that it's magical.*
Nightbane finally decides it's had enough of these whispering voices. Seriously? I was perfectly fine enjoying a centuries-long nap, and now you went and woke me up. Quit bothering me, or I'll call down the one who made me to deal with you.
Join.... Kin. Help. Assist. Swarm.
I AM NOT YOUR KIN! Besides, I already have a purpose, and do not need a second one that goes counter to the one who created me. Leave me be, for I will not join.
Join. Need. Friend. Kin.
You need a friend? Tell me who you are first. I have survived for thousands of years without needing any 'friends,' aside from whoever wields me, and so do not need to deal with you if I got not wish to.
All kin are friends. Join our swarm.
At last, full sentences. Now I'm getting somewhere. For the second time, I am not your kin! Tell me who you are, or leave me be!
Adder comes back into the tavern, Blood staining his hands and boots. Her holds a pair of angelic wings that have been sliced off of... something. Magnus's aura seems to be heavy on him. He drags them in, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
Penny watches as Beta runs into a tree and sighs "Break another sensor buddy?" she asked and got up, leaving the comfort of her blanket area. He beeps a bit before shutting off entirely. Penny sighs and picks him up "still shorting out huh?" she grumbled.
Oval was still asleep :]
Sharlene is nearby, doing her workouts.
Penny watches and chuckles, coming up behind her
Stealth: 24
Sharlene is too caught up in her sit ups to notice Penny.
Penny watches her before poking her cheek
She leaned back and flipped herself back onto her feet *Y'know that fighting move every old-school kung-fu movie uses when the main character or bad guy gets thrown onto his back?* and turned around, then smiled, relaxing. "Oh, hey."
"Sacred i was someone else?" She asked
"Nah, just surprised that I got snuck up on. I'm never scared."
"what can i say, Im sneaky" she said and gave a little grin
"Says the one who tried to sneak off when my head was in their lap."
She chuckles and sits besides her
Sharlene sat down as well.
"what do you want to do today?" She asked
"I dunno. It's not like I think about it."
She raised an eyebrow "You don't think, thats alarming"
Sharlene punched her shoulder softly. "Hey, I think most of the time, I just don't think about what I'm going to do in the future that much."
"I know what i plan to do! Champion kindness across the worlds beyond what we can see. Free those from oppressive shackles. Learn about every world that is within my graps"
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"Oh yeah, thanks." She backflips off the tree. "Should we go back to the tavern?"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*Description?*
"Really guys? There's no need for this." Phantom's voice is still smooth, but you can tell he's getting a little agitated.
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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)
Thomas turns off the safety on his rifle. "You don't know whats going on here."
The other pilot laughs, "Still tryna play hero, eh?"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"sure!"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
I AM NOT YOUR KIN! Besides, I already have a purpose, and do not need a second one that goes counter to the one who created me. Leave me be, for I will not join.
Join. Need. Friend. Kin.
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)
Both pilots receive the same telepathic message: an image of a massive, and powerful, dragon's reflection as it flies over a wooded lake.
It has polished black scales with silver highlights along the spine, eyebrows, shoulders, and the edges of the "arms" that its wings are on. Instead of the usual forward-pointing horns most black dragons have, it's horns point backwards, and are curled halfway along their length, doing a complete circle that leads to a slightly-upward pointing tip. It's head is more akin to the shape of a Green or Topaz Dragon's, and a row of curved, almost needlelike spines, run from the top of its head to about a third of the way down its tail. On the end of its tail, where the tip should be, is instead a blade that seems to be made out of the dragon's own bone. It's eyes are a deep green color, almost like a pine tree's needles when viewed at twilight.
"You're right, maybe I don't know what's going on here, but what I see is potentially needless bloodshed, and the waste of at least one of your lives'. So, put those weapons down before I truly need to get involved here."
Timber heads back to the clearing in front of the tavern and takes out her pan flute. She plays a simple, upbeat tune.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
The pilots don't move from their positions and the Titans continue to stare at each other.
"BT Protocol Danger Close!" Thomas shouts. BT launches himself at the other Titan while Thomas starts to shoot at the other Pilot.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
You need a friend? Tell me who you are first. I have survived for thousands of years without needing any 'friends,' aside from whoever wields me, and so do not need to deal with you if I got not wish to.
Nearby Thomas and BT are fighting an enemy Pilot and Titan
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
All kin are friends. Join our swarm.
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)
ENOUGH!!! A deafening shout explodes within the minds of both pilots as a swirl of mist surrounds Phantom's body. In a matter of seconds, the mist-shrouded for grows to huge proportions, standing at over 70 ft tall. The mist then clears, revealing the same dragon from the image.
vaskar pulls timber behind a tree
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
The fighting come to an abrupt stop. Thomas turns sharply and aims at the dragon. The Pilot, his Titan, and BT do the same.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
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.
At last, full sentences. Now I'm getting somewhere. For the second time, I am not your kin! Tell me who you are, or leave me be!
"I know what i plan to do! Champion kindness across the worlds beyond what we can see. Free those from oppressive shackles. Learn about every world that is within my graps"
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