Kalnor stands, as he finishes the book, beginning to put away the notes he took on it
"Did you like it?"
He smiles, nodding "It was pretty enjoyable!"
"That's good."
"Thank you so, so much for letting me read in here... It really helped a lot"
"I'm glad it was helpful."
He holds te book out to her "It really was! Though... Its been a while since Ive sat that still for that long"
"Do you need to move around?"
"Probably a little bit.."
"What do you want to do, then?"
"Im.. Not really sure. I would probably want to go on a walk, bit the whole sword thing....."
"I think you'll be safe, even if you don't have your sword."
"I... More meant how the sword swarm is outside safe area."
"It is? I didn't know."
He nods "It started moving right outside yesterday..."
"Has it been doing anything?"
"Attacking a few things... Luckily, I dont think any person has gone close enough yet"
"No one told me."
"Well... Im just glad you can know now... You havent been hurt, right?"
She shakes her head. "Why would I be?"
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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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no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.
*Since Soldaer is occupied in Sigil, And Phantom is in two separate encounters currently, time to intro another character.*
A dark purplish portal appears behind the sword swarm. Out of it steps a rather imposing figure, standing at about 6'9" and clearly weighing near to 300 lbs. The figure has a single rough staff in his right hand, the top of which is adorned with some sort of humanoid skull. Glowing coldly within the eye sockets of the skull are two corundum.
Draped across his shoulders is the pelt of a mighty winter wolf, the head of which rests on his right shoulder. He has several handaxes and knives strapped on his belt and in special sheathes and holders on his upper legs and forearms. Battle-scarred leather armor bound in strips of some metal covers his chest, and pieces in similar condition protect his legs and arms. Covering the upper two thirds of his face is a rough-hewn wooden mask covered in woad and etched with arcane runes. His thick hair is black, and a little bit greasy, and hangs down to his shoulders in back. A pair of javelins stick out over his shoulders as well.
*Neat :D*
*Imma go with Vega*
Vega looks at the figure, noting the weapons and pelt as they seem to study them for a moment. After a couple of seconds, he walks over to them, "Good evening."
The figure bows his head in greeting. "Good evening sir." His voice is deep, and a bit gravelly.
*Late reply, had chores*
"What brings someone like you to this type of place?"
*DO you want me to describe vega?*
*He's the goliath, right?*
"I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, Shaman of the Black Orc tribe. The lands my people inhabit, and the lands around them, have been all but destroyed by a quartet of Cults who attempted to bring back the Princes of Elemental Evil. Me and several other adventurers managed to defeat the cults, but not before the damage to the countryside was already done. I was sent to search out a potential new homeland for my tribe, but not many have been willing." With that, he slowly lifts the mask, revealing himself to be a young 20-something Orc.
*Since Soldaer is occupied in Sigil, And Phantom is in two separate encounters currently, time to intro another character.*
A dark purplish portal appears behind the sword swarm. Out of it steps a rather imposing figure, standing at about 6'9" and clearly weighing near to 300 lbs. The figure has a single rough staff in his right hand, the top of which is adorned with some sort of humanoid skull. Glowing coldly within the eye sockets of the skull are two corundum.
Draped across his shoulders is the pelt of a mighty winter wolf, the head of which rests on his right shoulder. He has several handaxes and knives strapped on his belt and in special sheathes and holders on his upper legs and forearms. Battle-scarred leather armor bound in strips of some metal covers his chest, and pieces in similar condition protect his legs and arms. Covering the upper two thirds of his face is a rough-hewn wooden mask covered in woad and etched with arcane runes. His thick hair is black, and a little bit greasy, and hangs down to his shoulders in back. A pair of javelins stick out over his shoulders as well.
*Neat :D*
*Imma go with Vega*
Vega looks at the figure, noting the weapons and pelt as they seem to study them for a moment. After a couple of seconds, he walks over to them, "Good evening."
The figure bows his head in greeting. "Good evening sir." His voice is deep, and a bit gravelly.
*Late reply, had chores*
"What brings someone like you to this type of place?"
*DO you want me to describe vega?*
*He's the goliath, right?*
"I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, Shaman of the Black Orc tribe. The lands my people inhabit, and the lands around them, have been all but destroyed by a quartet of Cults who attempted to bring back the Princes of Elemental Evil. Me and several other adventurers managed to defeat the cults, but not before the damage to the countryside was already done. I was sent to search out a potential new homeland for my tribe, but not many have been willing." With that, he slowly lifts the mask, revealing himself to be a young 20-something Orc.
*Yep*
"Ah, orcs. It has been quite some time since i have seen your people." Vega gives a respectful nod, "While this place is not the largest, the lands of this area would be able to potentially house your tribe."
*Since Soldaer is occupied in Sigil, And Phantom is in two separate encounters currently, time to intro another character.*
A dark purplish portal appears behind the sword swarm. Out of it steps a rather imposing figure, standing at about 6'9" and clearly weighing near to 300 lbs. The figure has a single rough staff in his right hand, the top of which is adorned with some sort of humanoid skull. Glowing coldly within the eye sockets of the skull are two corundum.
Draped across his shoulders is the pelt of a mighty winter wolf, the head of which rests on his right shoulder. He has several handaxes and knives strapped on his belt and in special sheathes and holders on his upper legs and forearms. Battle-scarred leather armor bound in strips of some metal covers his chest, and pieces in similar condition protect his legs and arms. Covering the upper two thirds of his face is a rough-hewn wooden mask covered in woad and etched with arcane runes. His thick hair is black, and a little bit greasy, and hangs down to his shoulders in back. A pair of javelins stick out over his shoulders as well.
*Neat :D*
*Imma go with Vega*
Vega looks at the figure, noting the weapons and pelt as they seem to study them for a moment. After a couple of seconds, he walks over to them, "Good evening."
The figure bows his head in greeting. "Good evening sir." His voice is deep, and a bit gravelly.
*Late reply, had chores*
"What brings someone like you to this type of place?"
*DO you want me to describe vega?*
*He's the goliath, right?*
"I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, Shaman of the Black Orc tribe. The lands my people inhabit, and the lands around them, have been all but destroyed by a quartet of Cults who attempted to bring back the Princes of Elemental Evil. Me and several other adventurers managed to defeat the cults, but not before the damage to the countryside was already done. I was sent to search out a potential new homeland for my tribe, but not many have been willing." With that, he slowly lifts the mask, revealing himself to be a young 20-something Orc.
*Yep*
"Ah, orcs. It has been quite some time since i have seen your people." Vega gives a respectful nod, "While this place is not the largest, the lands of this area would be able to potentially house your tribe."
"Indeed, I have noticed that the area is rather large." He nods towards the swarm of swords. "What's up with the swarm?"
*Since Soldaer is occupied in Sigil, And Phantom is in two separate encounters currently, time to intro another character.*
A dark purplish portal appears behind the sword swarm. Out of it steps a rather imposing figure, standing at about 6'9" and clearly weighing near to 300 lbs. The figure has a single rough staff in his right hand, the top of which is adorned with some sort of humanoid skull. Glowing coldly within the eye sockets of the skull are two corundum.
Draped across his shoulders is the pelt of a mighty winter wolf, the head of which rests on his right shoulder. He has several handaxes and knives strapped on his belt and in special sheathes and holders on his upper legs and forearms. Battle-scarred leather armor bound in strips of some metal covers his chest, and pieces in similar condition protect his legs and arms. Covering the upper two thirds of his face is a rough-hewn wooden mask covered in woad and etched with arcane runes. His thick hair is black, and a little bit greasy, and hangs down to his shoulders in back. A pair of javelins stick out over his shoulders as well.
*Neat :D*
*Imma go with Vega*
Vega looks at the figure, noting the weapons and pelt as they seem to study them for a moment. After a couple of seconds, he walks over to them, "Good evening."
The figure bows his head in greeting. "Good evening sir." His voice is deep, and a bit gravelly.
*Late reply, had chores*
"What brings someone like you to this type of place?"
*DO you want me to describe vega?*
*He's the goliath, right?*
"I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, Shaman of the Black Orc tribe. The lands my people inhabit, and the lands around them, have been all but destroyed by a quartet of Cults who attempted to bring back the Princes of Elemental Evil. Me and several other adventurers managed to defeat the cults, but not before the damage to the countryside was already done. I was sent to search out a potential new homeland for my tribe, but not many have been willing." With that, he slowly lifts the mask, revealing himself to be a young 20-something Orc.
*Yep*
"Ah, orcs. It has been quite some time since i have seen your people." Vega gives a respectful nod, "While this place is not the largest, the lands of this area would be able to potentially house your tribe."
"Indeed, I have noticed that the area is rather large." He nods towards the swarm of swords. "What's up with the swarm?"
"To be honest, i don't know. Stuff like that seems to be common around here." Vega shrugs.
*Since Soldaer is occupied in Sigil, And Phantom is in two separate encounters currently, time to intro another character.*
A dark purplish portal appears behind the sword swarm. Out of it steps a rather imposing figure, standing at about 6'9" and clearly weighing near to 300 lbs. The figure has a single rough staff in his right hand, the top of which is adorned with some sort of humanoid skull. Glowing coldly within the eye sockets of the skull are two corundum.
Draped across his shoulders is the pelt of a mighty winter wolf, the head of which rests on his right shoulder. He has several handaxes and knives strapped on his belt and in special sheathes and holders on his upper legs and forearms. Battle-scarred leather armor bound in strips of some metal covers his chest, and pieces in similar condition protect his legs and arms. Covering the upper two thirds of his face is a rough-hewn wooden mask covered in woad and etched with arcane runes. His thick hair is black, and a little bit greasy, and hangs down to his shoulders in back. A pair of javelins stick out over his shoulders as well.
*Neat :D*
*Imma go with Vega*
Vega looks at the figure, noting the weapons and pelt as they seem to study them for a moment. After a couple of seconds, he walks over to them, "Good evening."
The figure bows his head in greeting. "Good evening sir." His voice is deep, and a bit gravelly.
*Late reply, had chores*
"What brings someone like you to this type of place?"
*DO you want me to describe vega?*
*He's the goliath, right?*
"I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, Shaman of the Black Orc tribe. The lands my people inhabit, and the lands around them, have been all but destroyed by a quartet of Cults who attempted to bring back the Princes of Elemental Evil. Me and several other adventurers managed to defeat the cults, but not before the damage to the countryside was already done. I was sent to search out a potential new homeland for my tribe, but not many have been willing." With that, he slowly lifts the mask, revealing himself to be a young 20-something Orc.
*Yep*
"Ah, orcs. It has been quite some time since i have seen your people." Vega gives a respectful nod, "While this place is not the largest, the lands of this area would be able to potentially house your tribe."
"Indeed, I have noticed that the area is rather large." He nods towards the swarm of swords. "What's up with the swarm?"
"To be honest, i don't know. Stuff like that seems to be common around here." Vega shrugs.
"Odd." Lhurr stares at the swarm for a bit, as if trying to figure out why it's there. "Well, after fighting dragons and elementals, most things seem tame."
*Since Soldaer is occupied in Sigil, And Phantom is in two separate encounters currently, time to intro another character.*
A dark purplish portal appears behind the sword swarm. Out of it steps a rather imposing figure, standing at about 6'9" and clearly weighing near to 300 lbs. The figure has a single rough staff in his right hand, the top of which is adorned with some sort of humanoid skull. Glowing coldly within the eye sockets of the skull are two corundum.
Draped across his shoulders is the pelt of a mighty winter wolf, the head of which rests on his right shoulder. He has several handaxes and knives strapped on his belt and in special sheathes and holders on his upper legs and forearms. Battle-scarred leather armor bound in strips of some metal covers his chest, and pieces in similar condition protect his legs and arms. Covering the upper two thirds of his face is a rough-hewn wooden mask covered in woad and etched with arcane runes. His thick hair is black, and a little bit greasy, and hangs down to his shoulders in back. A pair of javelins stick out over his shoulders as well.
*Neat :D*
*Imma go with Vega*
Vega looks at the figure, noting the weapons and pelt as they seem to study them for a moment. After a couple of seconds, he walks over to them, "Good evening."
The figure bows his head in greeting. "Good evening sir." His voice is deep, and a bit gravelly.
*Late reply, had chores*
"What brings someone like you to this type of place?"
*DO you want me to describe vega?*
*He's the goliath, right?*
"I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, Shaman of the Black Orc tribe. The lands my people inhabit, and the lands around them, have been all but destroyed by a quartet of Cults who attempted to bring back the Princes of Elemental Evil. Me and several other adventurers managed to defeat the cults, but not before the damage to the countryside was already done. I was sent to search out a potential new homeland for my tribe, but not many have been willing." With that, he slowly lifts the mask, revealing himself to be a young 20-something Orc.
*Yep*
"Ah, orcs. It has been quite some time since i have seen your people." Vega gives a respectful nod, "While this place is not the largest, the lands of this area would be able to potentially house your tribe."
"Indeed, I have noticed that the area is rather large." He nods towards the swarm of swords. "What's up with the swarm?"
"To be honest, i don't know. Stuff like that seems to be common around here." Vega shrugs.
"Odd." Lhurr stares at the swarm for a bit, as if trying to figure out why it's there. "Well, after fighting dragons and elementals, most things seem tame."
She shakes her head. "Why would I be?"
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*He's the goliath, right?*
"I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, Shaman of the Black Orc tribe. The lands my people inhabit, and the lands around them, have been all but destroyed by a quartet of Cults who attempted to bring back the Princes of Elemental Evil. Me and several other adventurers managed to defeat the cults, but not before the damage to the countryside was already done. I was sent to search out a potential new homeland for my tribe, but not many have been willing." With that, he slowly lifts the mask, revealing himself to be a young 20-something Orc.
*Yep*
"Ah, orcs. It has been quite some time since i have seen your people." Vega gives a respectful nod, "While this place is not the largest, the lands of this area would be able to potentially house your tribe."
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
Szaren, a handsome male drow in fine clothes, walks in. A brown cat with black-feathered wings follows him.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Avery, a human male, looks at them, "Theres drow here?"
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
"There are humans here?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Wait there are??"
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
"Indeed, I have noticed that the area is rather large." He nods towards the swarm of swords. "What's up with the swarm?"
"Unless you're a figment of my imagination, yes."
The cat appears to be fighting with the spined devil.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"To be honest, i don't know. Stuff like that seems to be common around here." Vega shrugs.
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
"Odd." Lhurr stares at the swarm for a bit, as if trying to figure out why it's there. "Well, after fighting dragons and elementals, most things seem tame."
"Fair enough." Vega nods
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
*Ooooooo, If had known Szaren was a Drow, I would've introed Yazrin.............*
*Who's Yazrin?*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*Yarin Tlin'Orzza, noble of the former house Tlin'Orzza in Menzoberranzan, former head scout of Bregan D'aerthe, Ranger of Eilistraee.*
*Its pretty slow now*
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
*Yeah, it is... Maybe I should switch the intro for Yazrin... Hmmmmm...*
*Yep.*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*They'd probably get along.*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*He's...unique, but usually easygoing. True Neutral alignment, but with a bit more of a good leaning.*