*Okay here is my Succubus character, ill probably not use her often.*
The ground opens up revealing a figure covered in soot, the figure takes the form of a female human. The soot seems to come off as soon as the figure shakes herself off. She has pure white hair that glows with false holy light. her skin is fair and beautfuil. She wears a pure white tunic dress with a silvery cloth sash, silver and pale blue cloth is wrapped around her shoulders and feet like the cloth is clinging to her. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver threads that form beautfuil slippers. intricate silvery tattoo's run up and down her arms and chest. A silvery halo seems to form around her head that takes the form of a band around her head with moon like design carved on it.
Kalnor looks over "Hello! Welcome to the tavern!"
the woman smiles "Hello yourself my friend" she says and waves a bit
"Whats your name? What brings you here?"
"I am Mordea, And I happen to find myself wandering these days, I found this place"
"Ah, well hope you enjoy your time here! Where are you from?"
"Ebonia"
"Is that a world? Country?"
She chuckles "someone as smart as you should know" she said
".. I guess I could ask my sister later. Shes definitely much smarter than I am"
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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 Characters (Outdated)
Oval was outside. They were dancing by themselves happily. Their voice was small but it was like the leaves or the birds singing their song "la la laaaa" they sang as they spun around, careful not to step on any of the special flowers.
Mordea was with Osmar.
Adder was outside. He was trading with some random fey who was looking for a magical weapon of sorts. Adder was planning on taking the fey hostage.
A cactus sprouts up from the ground near them, it has arms and legs and a face and is wearing a rad straw hat. "Hello," the cactus says.
"?" Oval tilts their head to the side
The cactus smiles, its mouth full of thorns resembling teeth, and its eyes glow orange. "I'm Cractalus, whats your name?"
Tevelin flies onto the roof and sits next to Ettor. "...Hello."
"Hey." He doesn't react to her sudden appearance too much, just calmly looked aver and nodded.
After a second, Tevelin speaks. "I, uh, need to tell you something. Normally I wouldn't tell YOU, but Nerima's not here and I've known you for a while... but you gotta promise not to laugh or tell everyone. Otherwise I'll murder you." She brandishes her rod of power.
"It's impossible for that, but go on."
"For me murdering you, or for you to not laugh and/or tell everyone?"
"Mostly the first one."
"Okay fine, I need to get this off my chest. So... I, uh, I've... uh... over time, I've developed, uh..."
"Hm?"
"Well, uh... I'd been thinking about... uh... you know Wolfe, right?"
"That woman with the guitar, yeah?"
"Well, in retrospect... I um... It's, uh, complex..."
Ettor smiles with understanding. "You got feelings?"
"WELL YOU--" Tevelin reddens. "Yeah..."
He chuckled a bit. "So you got feelings for the one who utterly embarrassed you in a contest, huh? Like a story straight out of a sappy book."
Tevelin slugs him, though chuckling along with him. "Heh, yeah, I guess so."
A Large red dragon emerged and dropped down from the sky. It large crested head grew three sets of beautfuil and dangerous horns. The dragon had three sets of sharp teeth, some were gold replacements. Its massive body was build like a large dangerous tank, its scales ranged from dark red to bloody crimson. Its dark gold eyes scanned the landscape.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Hari runs outside, alerted by the spell he cast earlier. He brandishes his staff and plants his feet firmly in the ground. His mouth moves as he prepares a spell.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Hari runs outside, alerted by the spell he cast earlier. He brandishes his staff and plants his feet firmly in the ground. His mouth moves as he prepares a spell.
Twelve appears. "Hey, who's that dragon?" He shouts at the dragon, "DO YOU LIKE THE SNOWSTORM????"
Hari runs outside, alerted by the spell he cast earlier. He brandishes his staff and plants his feet firmly in the ground. His mouth moves as he prepares a spell.
Lhurr runs outside as well, putting his mask on as he goes, the gems in his staff glowing red.
Tevelin flies onto the roof and sits next to Ettor. "...Hello."
"Hey." He doesn't react to her sudden appearance too much, just calmly looked aver and nodded.
After a second, Tevelin speaks. "I, uh, need to tell you something. Normally I wouldn't tell YOU, but Nerima's not here and I've known you for a while... but you gotta promise not to laugh or tell everyone. Otherwise I'll murder you." She brandishes her rod of power.
"It's impossible for that, but go on."
"For me murdering you, or for you to not laugh and/or tell everyone?"
"Mostly the first one."
"Okay fine, I need to get this off my chest. So... I, uh, I've... uh... over time, I've developed, uh..."
"Hm?"
"Well, uh... I'd been thinking about... uh... you know Wolfe, right?"
"That woman with the guitar, yeah?"
"Well, in retrospect... I um... It's, uh, complex..."
Ettor smiles with understanding. "You got feelings?"
"WELL YOU--" Tevelin reddens. "Yeah..."
He chuckled a bit. "So you got feelings for the one who utterly embarrassed you in a contest, huh? Like a story straight out of a sappy book."
Tevelin slugs him, though chuckling along with him. "Heh, yeah, I guess so."
"So, why are you telling me? Want me to hook you two up or something?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A Large red dragon emerged and dropped down from the sky. It large crested head grew three sets of beautfuil and dangerous horns. The dragon had three sets of sharp teeth, some were gold replacements. Its massive body was build like a large dangerous tank, its scales ranged from dark red to bloody crimson. Its dark gold eyes scanned the landscape.
The two figures step outside calmly, looking up at the dragon, seemingly unconcerned.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Hari runs outside, alerted by the spell he cast earlier. He brandishes his staff and plants his feet firmly in the ground. His mouth moves as he prepares a spell.
Lhurr runs outside as well, putting his mask on as he goes, the gems in his staff glowing red.
Hari turns to the dragon, his eyes glowing with arcane magic. "State your name and purpose!"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Tevelin flies onto the roof and sits next to Ettor. "...Hello."
"Hey." He doesn't react to her sudden appearance too much, just calmly looked aver and nodded.
After a second, Tevelin speaks. "I, uh, need to tell you something. Normally I wouldn't tell YOU, but Nerima's not here and I've known you for a while... but you gotta promise not to laugh or tell everyone. Otherwise I'll murder you." She brandishes her rod of power.
"It's impossible for that, but go on."
"For me murdering you, or for you to not laugh and/or tell everyone?"
"Mostly the first one."
"Okay fine, I need to get this off my chest. So... I, uh, I've... uh... over time, I've developed, uh..."
"Hm?"
"Well, uh... I'd been thinking about... uh... you know Wolfe, right?"
"That woman with the guitar, yeah?"
"Well, in retrospect... I um... It's, uh, complex..."
Ettor smiles with understanding. "You got feelings?"
"WELL YOU--" Tevelin reddens. "Yeah..."
He chuckled a bit. "So you got feelings for the one who utterly embarrassed you in a contest, huh? Like a story straight out of a sappy book."
Tevelin slugs him, though chuckling along with him. "Heh, yeah, I guess so."
"So, why are you telling me? Want me to hook you two up or something?"
Tevelin caws something very rude in Auran. "NO! I just... don't know what to do. I'm twenty, but my body is twelve! I have to get older again!!"
A Large red dragon emerged and dropped down from the sky. It large crested head grew three sets of beautfuil and dangerous horns. The dragon had three sets of sharp teeth, some were gold replacements. Its massive body was build like a large dangerous tank, its scales ranged from dark red to bloody crimson. Its dark gold eyes scanned the landscape.
The two figures step outside calmly, looking up at the dragon, seemingly unconcerned.
The dragon narrows its eyes and lowers its head down
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Okay here is my Succubus character, ill probably not use her often.*
The ground opens up revealing a figure covered in soot, the figure takes the form of a female human. The soot seems to come off as soon as the figure shakes herself off. She has pure white hair that glows with false holy light. her skin is fair and beautfuil. She wears a pure white tunic dress with a silvery cloth sash, silver and pale blue cloth is wrapped around her shoulders and feet like the cloth is clinging to her. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver threads that form beautfuil slippers. intricate silvery tattoo's run up and down her arms and chest. A silvery halo seems to form around her head that takes the form of a band around her head with moon like design carved on it.
Kalnor looks over "Hello! Welcome to the tavern!"
the woman smiles "Hello yourself my friend" she says and waves a bit
"Whats your name? What brings you here?"
"I am Mordea, And I happen to find myself wandering these days, I found this place"
"Ah, well hope you enjoy your time here! Where are you from?"
"Ebonia"
"Is that a world? Country?"
She chuckles "someone as smart as you should know" she said
".. I guess I could ask my sister later. Shes definitely much smarter than I am"
*Should he roll history or something?*
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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)
Hari runs outside, alerted by the spell he cast earlier. He brandishes his staff and plants his feet firmly in the ground. His mouth moves as he prepares a spell.
Lhurr runs outside as well, putting his mask on as he goes, the gems in his staff glowing red.
Hari turns to the dragon, his eyes glowing with arcane magic. "State your name and purpose!"
"You own this area insect?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Oval was outside. They were dancing by themselves happily. Their voice was small but it was like the leaves or the birds singing their song "la la laaaa" they sang as they spun around, careful not to step on any of the special flowers.
Mordea was with Osmar.
Adder was outside. He was trading with some random fey who was looking for a magical weapon of sorts. Adder was planning on taking the fey hostage.
A cactus sprouts up from the ground near them, it has arms and legs and a face and is wearing a rad straw hat. "Hello," the cactus says.
"?" Oval tilts their head to the side
The cactus smiles, its mouth full of thorns resembling teeth, and its eyes glow orange. "I'm Cractalus, whats your name?"
A Large red dragon emerged and dropped down from the sky. It large crested head grew three sets of beautfuil and dangerous horns. The dragon had three sets of sharp teeth, some were gold replacements. Its massive body was build like a large dangerous tank, its scales ranged from dark red to bloody crimson. Its dark gold eyes scanned the landscape.
The two figures step outside calmly, looking up at the dragon, seemingly unconcerned.
The dragon narrows its eyes and lowers its head down
The feminine figure spoke up, speaking in draconic. "What are you doing here, dragon?"
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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.
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".. I guess I could ask my sister later. Shes definitely much smarter than I am"
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)
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.
Tevelin slugs him, though chuckling along with him. "Heh, yeah, I guess so."
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.
*Screams*
*C H A O S*
A Large red dragon emerged and dropped down from the sky. It large crested head grew three sets of beautfuil and dangerous horns. The dragon had three sets of sharp teeth, some were gold replacements. Its massive body was build like a large dangerous tank, its scales ranged from dark red to bloody crimson. Its dark gold eyes scanned the landscape.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Okay... what now?"
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.
Hari runs outside, alerted by the spell he cast earlier. He brandishes his staff and plants his feet firmly in the ground. His mouth moves as he prepares a spell.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Twelve appears. "Hey, who's that dragon?" He shouts at the dragon, "DO YOU LIKE THE SNOWSTORM????"
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.
Lhurr runs outside as well, putting his mask on as he goes, the gems in his staff glowing red.
"So, why are you telling me? Want me to hook you two up or something?"
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.
"There is a trigger near the button. Hold it down but dont aim at me!"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The two figures step outside calmly, looking up at the dragon, seemingly unconcerned.
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.
Hari turns to the dragon, his eyes glowing with arcane magic. "State your name and purpose!"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Timber aims it at a cloud and holds it down.
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.
Tevelin caws something very rude in Auran. "NO! I just... don't know what to do. I'm twenty, but my body is twelve! I have to get older again!!"
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 dragon narrows its eyes and lowers its head down
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Should he roll history or something?*
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)
"You own this area insect?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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 shotgun fires and continues to fire. "Let go when you want to stop." Thomas voice is very clear through the blasts
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The feminine figure spoke up, speaking in draconic. "What are you doing here, dragon?"
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.