Thomas and BT are fixing an old automaton they found.
Samuel is creating fireworks while drinking some tea.
Osmar is writing in a small journal occasionally drawing in it as well.
"Whatcha writing? I'd peek over & read it but I can't do that." Gust says from behind them. *need description? also can I get a basic one?*
*yes and yes. Osmar is a human with semi-long brown hair and blue eyes. He has fair skin and usually wears all black clothing.*
"Some entries on people and things around this tavern." Osmar says turning around and smiling kindly at Gust
*An air genasi with light blue skin, cloud like hair, red blindfold on over their eyes, monk garb of the same colour, & a quarterstaff hanging on their lower back, leaning horizontally.*
"Huh, so a historian you are." He says this while looking down at an angle to the floor by the chair Osmar's in.
"Yea I suppose." Osmar says with a chuckle.
"Could you go into more detail about it?" They pull a seat up & sit in it.
"Well when I was shunned from my village because of my powers I became a wanderer. So I took up recording everything I saw."
"Well I meant the book but neat!"
"Oh, my apologies. The book was a gift from my father. I have documented gods in this leather bound knowledge chamber."
" 'knowledge chamber' heh, & its fine." They wave off the apology.
"So where are you from?"
Their smile wavers, "Just some place called WaterSteep, its nowhere, say what are you writing currently?" They say clearly trying to change the topic.
"I'm writing and drawing you."
"Really? I hardly even know you." They say, with slight nervousness in their voice.
Osmar smiles. "Dont worry. Its not abnormal of me to do this."
"Heh, why don't you write of someone worthy of it?"
"Whos says you aren't worthy?"
"Most people in my past." They barely let this out
"Well your worthy to me, and who cares what people from way back say." he says this last bit comfortingly.
"you heard, *sigh* they can't even say it because of me, & its what I did not them." They clench their fist & get up, sadness & pain in their voice.
"Hey what happened?" Osmar stands up and takes their arm
Another sigh, heavier this time, They sit down "WaterSteep isn't nowhere, it was a buetiful village in a valley, river dead center of it, The people there kind & protected by The Monks Of The IronHand, the ones who raised me. I was abandoned by my parents & left at their temple's doorstep, They took me in & raised me as their own. I live there about 9-11 years before I go out farther than normal. Meet a stray Demon in disguise, tricked me to taking him home. when I get there, with no warning the valleys swarmed by more demons, I get attacked, run, hide, then after they only leave rubble of my home, I try & find, someone, something, still standing. Nothing. All because of me being stupid." They sit there, seeming broken.
Osmar sighs. "We've all made mistakes. Trust me. I killed our village elder by accident. Thats what got me banished. Mistakes dont always define who we are."
Thomas and BT are fixing an old automaton they found.
Samuel is creating fireworks while drinking some tea.
Osmar is writing in a small journal occasionally drawing in it as well.
"Whatcha writing? I'd peek over & read it but I can't do that." Gust says from behind them. *need description? also can I get a basic one?*
*yes and yes. Osmar is a human with semi-long brown hair and blue eyes. He has fair skin and usually wears all black clothing.*
"Some entries on people and things around this tavern." Osmar says turning around and smiling kindly at Gust
*An air genasi with light blue skin, cloud like hair, red blindfold on over their eyes, monk garb of the same colour, & a quarterstaff hanging on their lower back, leaning horizontally.*
"Huh, so a historian you are." He says this while looking down at an angle to the floor by the chair Osmar's in.
"Yea I suppose." Osmar says with a chuckle.
"Could you go into more detail about it?" They pull a seat up & sit in it.
"Well when I was shunned from my village because of my powers I became a wanderer. So I took up recording everything I saw."
"Well I meant the book but neat!"
"Oh, my apologies. The book was a gift from my father. I have documented gods in this leather bound knowledge chamber."
" 'knowledge chamber' heh, & its fine." They wave off the apology.
"So where are you from?"
Their smile wavers, "Just some place called WaterSteep, its nowhere, say what are you writing currently?" They say clearly trying to change the topic.
"I'm writing and drawing you."
"Really? I hardly even know you." They say, with slight nervousness in their voice.
Osmar smiles. "Dont worry. Its not abnormal of me to do this."
"Heh, why don't you write of someone worthy of it?"
"Whos says you aren't worthy?"
"Most people in my past." They barely let this out
"Well your worthy to me, and who cares what people from way back say." he says this last bit comfortingly.
"you heard, *sigh* they can't even say it because of me, & its what I did not them." They clench their fist & get up, sadness & pain in their voice.
"Hey what happened?" Osmar stands up and takes their arm
Another sigh, heavier this time, They sit down "WaterSteep isn't nowhere, it was a buetiful village in a valley, river dead center of it, The people there kind & protected by The Monks Of The IronHand, the ones who raised me. I was abandoned by my parents & left at their temple's doorstep, They took me in & raised me as their own. I live there about 9-11 years before I go out farther than normal. Meet a stray Demon in disguise, tricked me to taking him home. when I get there, with no warning the valleys swarmed by more demons, I get attacked, run, hide, then after they only leave rubble of my home, I try & find, someone, something, still standing. Nothing. All because of me being stupid." They sit there, seeming broken.
Osmar sighs. "We've all made mistakes. Trust me. I killed our village elder by accident. Thats what got me banished. Mistakes dont always define who we are."
"That's Nothing!" They get up & leave.
"I...." Osmars voice falters before sitting down and staring at the half-finished drawing
Thomas and BT are fixing an old automaton they found.
Samuel is creating fireworks while drinking some tea.
Osmar is writing in a small journal occasionally drawing in it as well.
"Whatcha writing? I'd peek over & read it but I can't do that." Gust says from behind them. *need description? also can I get a basic one?*
*yes and yes. Osmar is a human with semi-long brown hair and blue eyes. He has fair skin and usually wears all black clothing.*
"Some entries on people and things around this tavern." Osmar says turning around and smiling kindly at Gust
*An air genasi with light blue skin, cloud like hair, red blindfold on over their eyes, monk garb of the same colour, & a quarterstaff hanging on their lower back, leaning horizontally.*
"Huh, so a historian you are." He says this while looking down at an angle to the floor by the chair Osmar's in.
"Yea I suppose." Osmar says with a chuckle.
"Could you go into more detail about it?" They pull a seat up & sit in it.
"Well when I was shunned from my village because of my powers I became a wanderer. So I took up recording everything I saw."
"Well I meant the book but neat!"
"Oh, my apologies. The book was a gift from my father. I have documented gods in this leather bound knowledge chamber."
" 'knowledge chamber' heh, & its fine." They wave off the apology.
"So where are you from?"
Their smile wavers, "Just some place called WaterSteep, its nowhere, say what are you writing currently?" They say clearly trying to change the topic.
"I'm writing and drawing you."
"Really? I hardly even know you." They say, with slight nervousness in their voice.
Osmar smiles. "Dont worry. Its not abnormal of me to do this."
"Heh, why don't you write of someone worthy of it?"
"Whos says you aren't worthy?"
"Most people in my past." They barely let this out
"Well your worthy to me, and who cares what people from way back say." he says this last bit comfortingly.
"you heard, *sigh* they can't even say it because of me, & its what I did not them." They clench their fist & get up, sadness & pain in their voice.
"Hey what happened?" Osmar stands up and takes their arm
Another sigh, heavier this time, They sit down "WaterSteep isn't nowhere, it was a buetiful village in a valley, river dead center of it, The people there kind & protected by The Monks Of The IronHand, the ones who raised me. I was abandoned by my parents & left at their temple's doorstep, They took me in & raised me as their own. I live there about 9-11 years before I go out farther than normal. Meet a stray Demon in disguise, tricked me to taking him home. when I get there, with no warning the valleys swarmed by more demons, I get attacked, run, hide, then after they only leave rubble of my home, I try & find, someone, something, still standing. Nothing. All because of me being stupid." They sit there, seeming broken.
Osmar sighs. "We've all made mistakes. Trust me. I killed our village elder by accident. Thats what got me banished. Mistakes dont always define who we are."
"That's Nothing!" They get up & leave.
"I...." Osmars voice falters before sitting down and staring at the half-finished drawing
Bill is in Poppy's mind, surrounding her with a nightmare.
Timber is watching the deer man from a distance, she's afraid of them a bit, but more curious than fearful.
Klei is trying very hard to not watch or listen to Poppy and Ettor. He is surging with an emotion he can't name.
*Does he design it or is it based on actual fears?*
*Based on actual fears*
Bill is laughing maniacally, glowing with blue fire.
A cucumber drops from the sky, scaring the [gp] out of poppy
Bill sighs. "Your fear is a dumb Earth meme? Nevermind. I've been keeping an (insert demon voice) EYE ON YOU" His eye expands and turns red, before going normal again "since I arrived here, and I can tell you have good character. So, I'd like to make a deal with you. Your, eh, what would call him? Ettor, when he went to fight Equinox he was cursed. The curse will slowly kill him, but I can get rid of it. IF..."
"I-if what?" Poppy asks, hiding behind a couch
"If you get me a puppet, nothing more. Everyone loves puppets!" Bill swings his arms cheerfully. "So whaddya say? I know most demons get a bad rap, and have a lot of creepy powers, but I'm trying to change. I'm trying to get better and redeem myself." Bill holds out his hand for a handshake, glowing with blue fire. "Oh, and sorry about the nightmare, but I didn't want to alarm anyone by telling in person, and this is the only way I can talk to people privately."
Bill is in Poppy's mind, surrounding her with a nightmare.
Timber is watching the deer man from a distance, she's afraid of them a bit, but more curious than fearful.
Klei is trying very hard to not watch or listen to Poppy and Ettor. He is surging with an emotion he can't name.
*Does he design it or is it based on actual fears?*
*Based on actual fears*
Bill is laughing maniacally, glowing with blue fire.
A cucumber drops from the sky, scaring the [gp] out of poppy
Bill sighs. "Your fear is a dumb Earth meme? Nevermind. I've been keeping an (insert demon voice) EYE ON YOU" His eye expands and turns red, before going normal again "since I arrived here, and I can tell you have good character. So, I'd like to make a deal with you. Your, eh, what would call him? Ettor, when he went to fight Equinox he was cursed. The curse will slowly kill him, but I can get rid of it. IF..."
"I-if what?" Poppy asks, hiding behind a couch
"If you get me a puppet, nothing more. Everyone loves puppets!" Bill swings his arms cheerfully. "So whaddya say? I know most demons get a bad rap, and have a lot of creepy powers, but I'm trying to change. I'm trying to get better and redeem myself." Bill holds out his hand for a handshake, glowing with blue fire. "Oh, and sorry about the nightmare, but I didn't want to alarm anyone by telling in person, and this is the only way I can talk to people privately."
E seems to be half watching, as she flips through her spellbook
Allison seems cheerful and wonderfully naïve of her former life. She turns around and walks over to Enethia "Come look at this" she said
She walks over slowly, tucking her book away
Allison raises her hands and casts plant growth on the sand after adding a small drop of water to the deep sand. An oaken tree grows from it, mighty and proud.
She smiles a bit "So you still know magic and enjoy nature..."
"Its little hints or urges i remember. Like woods, but there are woods everywhere"
She nods "What other urges do you remember?"
".... Music, i remember thick music.. Like.. like the kind at weddings"
"Interesting.. Are there any specific skills you may have noticed you have?"
"Magic" she chuckled and wiggled her fingers a bit "Also flowers and plant life, i have a feeling of love towards it"
She sighs a bit, a sort of happier sigh "Thats good... Do you have any goals? Anything you wish to do in life?"
She tilted her head before shaking it "Not really"
"I see... Well... Do you have a reason youre at the tavern?"
"Allegori said to bring growth and kindness to everyone" she said and unfolded her large wings
"Allegori?"
She nods (Roll a religon check for me chrisy-o)
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*Unfortunalty that wont do much*
She doesn't know much about this god or goddess but you can find out at any library.
"Who exactly are they?"
"Goddess of light and mischief." she said
"Interesting... Is that the only instruction she gave you?"
She nodded a bit before sitting down in the grass besides E
"... You know.... Even without your memories... You seem the same. Its good to have you back"
"I suppose it is good to be back"
She smiles "How many spells do you remember?"
"Not many...." she said
"Which ones?"
"Growth, healing...."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
They nod
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Vega casts scrying, trying to target oval's parents
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
"That's Nothing!" They get up & leave.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"OoOoOoO, sounds FUN!" He giggles madly.
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.
"I...." Osmars voice falters before sitting down and staring at the half-finished drawing
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*well that's somewhere to leave off. Cya!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Osmar is half-heartedly writing in his book.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Gtg for today, got a storm coming in, so internet will probably be a bit messed up, so I'll go ahead and head off. Luv y'all and be safe!*
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.
*hopping off, see yall tomorrow!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*See ya!*
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
One of the parents seem to be alive while the others one aura is gone
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Time to change up some stuff. PM land bout to go crazy*
A very very very battered and bloody Albwin limps into the tavern. His left leg is broken and his right arm is bleeding profusely
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
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.
"ALBWIN!!" Timber yells, running up and casting cure wounds on him.
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.
His right arm heals quickly while his leg remains broken.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Um.... yeah, it'll be ok" He trys to find where they 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
"He Wouldv'e told me about a curse."
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
"Growth, healing...."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Albwin is looking for Vega.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Can you see them?!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]