Enethia is walking around outside, looking at everything around
Kalnor is pepping to research
Tikalae is doing things
The swords are doing the evil sword thing
*4 cHaRAcHtErs ACtIvE aT OncE!!1!11!1 naw its fine, a your a mod, b it's more so a tavern thing less specifically a character of yours.*
She would also see Spectacle walking up to her with a filled wine glass in each hand.
*The swords are an encounter, actually* She looks over a moment, waving
*hmm, either way point is that's its fine.* "Hello! Would you like a glass of wine?" She holds one out.
She takes it "I never refuse a drink"
She hands her cup wine glass of white wine "good I accidentally got 2 & if I have 2 ill be drunk, & I don't want that today."
She takes a sip "Why not?"
She grabs her cane from inbetween her other arm and answers, "Well because if I do I get trashed, and I don't want that because it doesn't feel nice & I do have a show I'd like to not cancel today." She takes a sip.
"Ah... I assume you dont drink often, then?"
"Mph? Oh no I normally have a glass of wine daily, it's just if I have another, or just more alcohol within about six-ish hours it doesn't end well."
"Ah... Takes quite a bit more for me"
"I'm sure that's convenient, but if anything that helps me keep it more healthy, say sugar, I've met you right?"
She nods "Yes, weve met"
She stares at her for one second before "Oh yes you showed me Force Wall, Enethia yes?"
*I might be o0n and off today, im setting up a small PM campaign for those who wish to hunt for Oval's parents.*
Allison is fighting a manticore at this moment. She seem to be moving at a slow and graceful pace to avoid its massive claws and barbed tail while damaging it with every hit she makes.
Oval is sitting at a table in the library. They are staring at the wood at the of the table while looking like they are thinking hard about something.
Adder is drinking coffee and looking over maps of random towns he can ransack for cash. He chuckles as he rolls up the map/scroll before sticking it in his satchel.
Wyatt walks up and sits at the table with them, snacking on his sugar cubes.
Oval seems to break out of their thought and smile "Hello!"
He smiles back. "Hi, Oval! So, where are your parents?"
"Hidden from what Vega says" They said
"OoOo, are they getting eaten alive?" He smiles excitedly.
Oval looks frightened suddenly
"Were they buried alive? Butchered like pigs? Burned at a bonfire? Drowned by giant otters? Shoved into a pit? Shoved into a spike pit? Shoved in a pit of killer bunny rabbits? Shoved in a pit of normal bunny rabbits? Hung?" He gets more and more excited with each word until he's cackling while saying them, though it doesn't seem like an evil cackle.... just.... very random and excited cackling.
"-extreme stressed oval noises-"
*Wanna know Wyatt's favorite song?*
He goes on and on, getting into more gruesome and random details.
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
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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.
*I might be o0n and off today, im setting up a small PM campaign for those who wish to hunt for Oval's parents.*
Allison is fighting a manticore at this moment. She seem to be moving at a slow and graceful pace to avoid its massive claws and barbed tail while damaging it with every hit she makes.
Oval is sitting at a table in the library. They are staring at the wood at the of the table while looking like they are thinking hard about something.
Adder is drinking coffee and looking over maps of random towns he can ransack for cash. He chuckles as he rolls up the map/scroll before sticking it in his satchel.
Wyatt walks up and sits at the table with them, snacking on his sugar cubes.
Oval seems to break out of their thought and smile "Hello!"
He smiles back. "Hi, Oval! So, where are your parents?"
"Hidden from what Vega says" They said
"OoOo, are they getting eaten alive?" He smiles excitedly.
Oval looks frightened suddenly
"Were they buried alive? Butchered like pigs? Burned at a bonfire? Drowned by giant otters? Shoved into a pit? Shoved into a spike pit? Shoved in a pit of killer bunny rabbits? Shoved in a pit of normal bunny rabbits? Hung?" He gets more and more excited with each word until he's cackling while saying them, though it doesn't seem like an evil cackle.... just.... very random and excited cackling.
"-extreme stressed oval noises-"
*Wanna know Wyatt's favorite song?*
He goes on and on, getting into more gruesome and random details.
Enethia is walking around outside, looking at everything around
Kalnor is pepping to research
Tikalae is doing things
The swords are doing the evil sword thing
Allison is accompanying E
"Good morning, Allison"
"hello" she chimed and grinned "What shall we do today?"
"I dont have any plans yet. Just some new spells"
"Anything i may help with?"
"Not that I can immediately think of. Do you have any plans today?"
"not that i can think, i mostly move with the winds"
"I see... Im thinking about checking on a place in Sogel."
"I will accompany you then" She said and unfolded her wings a bit
"If you want to... Do you know anything of Sogel?"
*What would i roll for that chris? history? arcana?*
She shakes her head a bit "Not much from what i can rack my brain"
*Histoy would work.
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She knows that its a highly magical world, commonly seen as chaotic and unpredictable. Creatures from across the multiverse can be found there, but mostly creatures of different material worlds
She raises an eyebrow "a bit, not much but a bit" she said and chuckled
"Alright. Just keep your head down, wings tucked, and weapons away. You may see someone or thing that may seem evil at first glance, but they could be very different"
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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)
Enethia is walking around outside, looking at everything around
Kalnor is pepping to research
Tikalae is doing things
The swords are doing the evil sword thing
*4 cHaRAcHtErs ACtIvE aT OncE!!1!11!1 naw its fine, a your a mod, b it's more so a tavern thing less specifically a character of yours.*
She would also see Spectacle walking up to her with a filled wine glass in each hand.
*The swords are an encounter, actually* She looks over a moment, waving
*hmm, either way point is that's its fine.* "Hello! Would you like a glass of wine?" She holds one out.
She takes it "I never refuse a drink"
She hands her cup wine glass of white wine "good I accidentally got 2 & if I have 2 ill be drunk, & I don't want that today."
She takes a sip "Why not?"
She grabs her cane from inbetween her other arm and answers, "Well because if I do I get trashed, and I don't want that because it doesn't feel nice & I do have a show I'd like to not cancel today." She takes a sip.
"Ah... I assume you dont drink often, then?"
"Mph? Oh no I normally have a glass of wine daily, it's just if I have another, or just more alcohol within about six-ish hours it doesn't end well."
"Ah... Takes quite a bit more for me"
"I'm sure that's convenient, but if anything that helps me keep it more healthy, say sugar, I've met you right?"
She nods "Yes, weve met"
She stares at her for one second before "Oh yes you showed me Force Wall, Enethia yes?"
She nods
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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)
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
*-dopey oval noise-*
-Random timeskip-
Allison walks upstairs and peers in Krathians room, "hello? sir?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Enethia is walking around outside, looking at everything around
Kalnor is pepping to research
Tikalae is doing things
The swords are doing the evil sword thing
Allison is accompanying E
"Good morning, Allison"
"hello" she chimed and grinned "What shall we do today?"
"I dont have any plans yet. Just some new spells"
"Anything i may help with?"
"Not that I can immediately think of. Do you have any plans today?"
"not that i can think, i mostly move with the winds"
"I see... Im thinking about checking on a place in Sogel."
"I will accompany you then" She said and unfolded her wings a bit
"If you want to... Do you know anything of Sogel?"
*What would i roll for that chris? history? arcana?*
She shakes her head a bit "Not much from what i can rack my brain"
*Histoy would work.
19
She knows that its a highly magical world, commonly seen as chaotic and unpredictable. Creatures from across the multiverse can be found there, but mostly creatures of different material worlds
She raises an eyebrow "a bit, not much but a bit" she said and chuckled
"Alright. Just keep your head down, wings tucked, and weapons away. You may see someone or thing that may seem evil at first glance, but they could be very different"
She does so and puts on a thin white coat of sorts, Her vorpal spear disappears into thin air.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
*-dopey oval noise-*
-Random timeskip-
Allison walks upstairs and peers in Krathians room, "hello? sir?"
Krathian turns around, momentarily forgetting what happened, he chuckles: "No need to call me sir Alli-" then remembers, "Ah that's right, you've forgotten. How may I help you?"
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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.
Enethia is walking around outside, looking at everything around
Kalnor is pepping to research
Tikalae is doing things
The swords are doing the evil sword thing
*4 cHaRAcHtErs ACtIvE aT OncE!!1!11!1 naw its fine, a your a mod, b it's more so a tavern thing less specifically a character of yours.*
She would also see Spectacle walking up to her with a filled wine glass in each hand.
*The swords are an encounter, actually* She looks over a moment, waving
*hmm, either way point is that's its fine.* "Hello! Would you like a glass of wine?" She holds one out.
She takes it "I never refuse a drink"
She hands her cup wine glass of white wine "good I accidentally got 2 & if I have 2 ill be drunk, & I don't want that today."
She takes a sip "Why not?"
She grabs her cane from inbetween her other arm and answers, "Well because if I do I get trashed, and I don't want that because it doesn't feel nice & I do have a show I'd like to not cancel today." She takes a sip.
"Ah... I assume you dont drink often, then?"
"Mph? Oh no I normally have a glass of wine daily, it's just if I have another, or just more alcohol within about six-ish hours it doesn't end well."
"Ah... Takes quite a bit more for me"
"I'm sure that's convenient, but if anything that helps me keep it more healthy, say sugar, I've met you right?"
She nods "Yes, weve met"
She stares at her for one second before "Oh yes you showed me Force Wall, Enethia yes?"
She nods
"Have you gotten any better at magic? learnt anything new?" Her voice spouting curiosity.
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
*-dopey oval noise-*
-Random timeskip-
Allison walks upstairs and peers in Krathians room, "hello? sir?"
Krathian turns around, momentarily forgetting what happened, he chuckles: "No need to call me sir Alli-" then remembers, "Ah that's right, you've forgotten. How may I help you?"
*oh would you look at that? my hearts bean impaled.*
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
Jim looks over at Sharlene, "Hiya Sharlene, how do ye do?"
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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.
*I might be o0n and off today, im setting up a small PM campaign for those who wish to hunt for Oval's parents.*
Allison is fighting a manticore at this moment. She seem to be moving at a slow and graceful pace to avoid its massive claws and barbed tail while damaging it with every hit she makes.
Oval is sitting at a table in the library. They are staring at the wood at the of the table while looking like they are thinking hard about something.
Adder is drinking coffee and looking over maps of random towns he can ransack for cash. He chuckles as he rolls up the map/scroll before sticking it in his satchel.
Wyatt walks up and sits at the table with them, snacking on his sugar cubes.
Oval seems to break out of their thought and smile "Hello!"
He smiles back. "Hi, Oval! So, where are your parents?"
"Hidden from what Vega says" They said
"OoOo, are they getting eaten alive?" He smiles excitedly.
Oval looks frightened suddenly
"Were they buried alive? Butchered like pigs? Burned at a bonfire? Drowned by giant otters? Shoved into a pit? Shoved into a spike pit? Shoved in a pit of killer bunny rabbits? Shoved in a pit of normal bunny rabbits? Hung?" He gets more and more excited with each word until he's cackling while saying them, though it doesn't seem like an evil cackle.... just.... very random and excited cackling.
"-extreme stressed oval noises-"
*Wanna know Wyatt's favorite song?*
He goes on and on, getting into more gruesome and random details.
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
Jim looks over at Sharlene, "Hiya Sharlene, how do ye do?"
"BORED." She puts her head on the bar. "Penny went to go do something or something, so I've got nothin to do right now, and there ain't any good equipment to workout with, and the trees are getting boring."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Flanne is pouring over maps from his Bag of Holding and is taking up a whole table with ancient texts and books. He mutters every once in a while and is drinking lots of coffee.
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.
*I might be o0n and off today, im setting up a small PM campaign for those who wish to hunt for Oval's parents.*
Allison is fighting a manticore at this moment. She seem to be moving at a slow and graceful pace to avoid its massive claws and barbed tail while damaging it with every hit she makes.
Oval is sitting at a table in the library. They are staring at the wood at the of the table while looking like they are thinking hard about something.
Adder is drinking coffee and looking over maps of random towns he can ransack for cash. He chuckles as he rolls up the map/scroll before sticking it in his satchel.
Wyatt walks up and sits at the table with them, snacking on his sugar cubes.
Oval seems to break out of their thought and smile "Hello!"
He smiles back. "Hi, Oval! So, where are your parents?"
"Hidden from what Vega says" They said
"OoOo, are they getting eaten alive?" He smiles excitedly.
Oval looks frightened suddenly
"Were they buried alive? Butchered like pigs? Burned at a bonfire? Drowned by giant otters? Shoved into a pit? Shoved into a spike pit? Shoved in a pit of killer bunny rabbits? Shoved in a pit of normal bunny rabbits? Hung?" He gets more and more excited with each word until he's cackling while saying them, though it doesn't seem like an evil cackle.... just.... very random and excited cackling.
"-extreme stressed oval noises-"
*Wanna know Wyatt's favorite song?*
He goes on and on, getting into more gruesome and random details.
Enethia is walking around outside, looking at everything around
Kalnor is pepping to research
Tikalae is doing things
The swords are doing the evil sword thing
Allison is accompanying E
"Good morning, Allison"
"hello" she chimed and grinned "What shall we do today?"
"I dont have any plans yet. Just some new spells"
"Anything i may help with?"
"Not that I can immediately think of. Do you have any plans today?"
"not that i can think, i mostly move with the winds"
"I see... Im thinking about checking on a place in Sogel."
"I will accompany you then" She said and unfolded her wings a bit
"If you want to... Do you know anything of Sogel?"
*What would i roll for that chris? history? arcana?*
She shakes her head a bit "Not much from what i can rack my brain"
*Histoy would work.
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She knows that its a highly magical world, commonly seen as chaotic and unpredictable. Creatures from across the multiverse can be found there, but mostly creatures of different material worlds
She raises an eyebrow "a bit, not much but a bit" she said and chuckled
"Alright. Just keep your head down, wings tucked, and weapons away. You may see someone or thing that may seem evil at first glance, but they could be very different"
She does so and puts on a thin white coat of sorts, Her vorpal spear disappears into thin air.
"Alright. Is there anything youd like to bring? Or would you be ready to go?"
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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)
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
"Oooh, that looks nice." Valian stands there pointing at the cards.
Enethia is walking around outside, looking at everything around
Kalnor is pepping to research
Tikalae is doing things
The swords are doing the evil sword thing
*4 cHaRAcHtErs ACtIvE aT OncE!!1!11!1 naw its fine, a your a mod, b it's more so a tavern thing less specifically a character of yours.*
She would also see Spectacle walking up to her with a filled wine glass in each hand.
*The swords are an encounter, actually* She looks over a moment, waving
*hmm, either way point is that's its fine.* "Hello! Would you like a glass of wine?" She holds one out.
She takes it "I never refuse a drink"
She hands her cup wine glass of white wine "good I accidentally got 2 & if I have 2 ill be drunk, & I don't want that today."
She takes a sip "Why not?"
She grabs her cane from inbetween her other arm and answers, "Well because if I do I get trashed, and I don't want that because it doesn't feel nice & I do have a show I'd like to not cancel today." She takes a sip.
"Ah... I assume you dont drink often, then?"
"Mph? Oh no I normally have a glass of wine daily, it's just if I have another, or just more alcohol within about six-ish hours it doesn't end well."
"Ah... Takes quite a bit more for me"
"I'm sure that's convenient, but if anything that helps me keep it more healthy, say sugar, I've met you right?"
She nods "Yes, weve met"
She stares at her for one second before "Oh yes you showed me Force Wall, Enethia yes?"
She nods
"Have you gotten any better at magic? learnt anything new?" Her voice spouting curiosity.
"A few new spells"
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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)
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She stares at her for one second before "Oh yes you showed me Force Wall, Enethia yes?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
They shake their head "I take what i can take"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Good morning everybody!*
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
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"
"Then your parents will die!" He giggled 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.
"Alright. Just keep your head down, wings tucked, and weapons away. You may see someone or thing that may seem evil at first glance, but they could be very different"
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 nods
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)
*-dopey oval noise-*
-Random timeskip-
Allison walks upstairs and peers in Krathians room, "hello? sir?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
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 does so and puts on a thin white coat of sorts, Her vorpal spear disappears into thin air.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Krathian turns around, momentarily forgetting what happened, he chuckles: "No need to call me sir Alli-" then remembers, "Ah that's right, you've forgotten. How may I help you?"
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"
"Have you gotten any better at magic? learnt anything new?" Her voice spouting curiosity.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*oh would you look at that? my hearts bean impaled.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Jim looks over at Sharlene, "Hiya Sharlene, how do ye do?"
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"
"Leave me alone...." They said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"BORED." She puts her head on the bar. "Penny went to go do something or something, so I've got nothin to do right now, and there ain't any good equipment to workout with, and the trees are getting boring."
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.
Flanne is pouring over maps from his Bag of Holding and is taking up a whole table with ancient texts and books. He mutters every once in a while and is drinking lots of coffee.
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.
"Why?"
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.
"Alright. Is there anything youd like to bring? Or would you be ready to go?"
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)
"Oooh, that looks nice." Valian stands there pointing at the cards.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"A few new spells"
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)