Gust is audibly sobbing in their room, door just barely open.
Valian is looking for a job, or any other way of consistent money.
Thara is reading by the fire.
Osmar knocks on Gust's door.
"*gulp* go away." Their voice is teary.
"Whats wrong?" Osmar asks from the door way.
"me"
"Can I come in and try to help? I can listen if you need to vent to someone."
"fine."
Osmar walks into the room and sits down
the blinds are drawn & their curled up on their side on their bed, blindfold wet from tears "it won't get out of my head, the attack, the ruins." They whisper out.
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?"
Allison opens the door a bit before closing her wings which made it harder to get in the doorway. She smiles warmly "i was wondering if you could help me, you smell like a warlock still in patronage to... something"
"Yes...something. It's always something or someone that needs help." he sighs, "What is it that I can do for you."
"Im sorry... i didnt mean to disturb you.." she said
"No really, it's quite alright. What can I do." he sits down on a pile of books and offers Allison the chair.
Allison continues to stand. "It seems that i had memories here before i was made... what were they..."
He stands as well. Krathian chuckles, yet there is no mirth in his voice, just quiet, mad grief. He brushes his hand over carvings in the wooden doorpost. "They're all around you."
"?" she tilted her head a bit "The tavern itself?"
"Yes, though to be more specific look for wood like this." He knocks on the mathas wood lintel with a single knuckle.
She goes over and lightly presses her fingertips against it
She sees images (from Krathian's pov) of when they formally met for the first time.
*Remember? When Q'ilbrith offered to help get Venna back*
*Yep ! *
She chuckles a bit, her eyes glowing a dim white. "You must like who ever you were talking too" she said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Gust is audibly sobbing in their room, door just barely open.
Valian is looking for a job, or any other way of consistent money.
Thara is reading by the fire.
Osmar knocks on Gust's door.
"*gulp* go away." Their voice is teary.
"Whats wrong?" Osmar asks from the door way.
"me"
"Can I come in and try to help? I can listen if you need to vent to someone."
"fine."
Osmar walks into the room and sits down
the blinds are drawn & their curled up on their side on their bed, blindfold wet from tears "it won't get out of my head, the attack, the ruins." They whisper out.
"It'll be ok. That stuff is in the past. Even though it happened because you made an innocent mistake it does not define you at all."
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.
"Alright. Is there anything youd like to bring? Or would you be ready to go?"
She shakes her head, all i have is on me
"Alright" She hands Allison a small clay object "Break that, and youll be teleported to Sogel"
She nods and takes the object, staring at it.
Its covered in some sort of runes. E takes out another for herself
"just crack it?" she asked and raised an eyebrow
She nods "Its pretty simple."
"Very well" she cracks it
E does the same. They end up next to a large, deep blue lake. Its around 9 AM there, partly cloudy
Allison stand there, transfixed by the lake
"Welcome to Sogel. This is Dewfell Lake"
"Its beautfuil!" she said and grinned
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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?"
Allison opens the door a bit before closing her wings which made it harder to get in the doorway. She smiles warmly "i was wondering if you could help me, you smell like a warlock still in patronage to... something"
"Yes...something. It's always something or someone that needs help." he sighs, "What is it that I can do for you."
"Im sorry... i didnt mean to disturb you.." she said
"No really, it's quite alright. What can I do." he sits down on a pile of books and offers Allison the chair.
Allison continues to stand. "It seems that i had memories here before i was made... what were they..."
He stands as well. Krathian chuckles, yet there is no mirth in his voice, just quiet, mad grief. He brushes his hand over carvings in the wooden doorpost. "They're all around you."
"?" she tilted her head a bit "The tavern itself?"
"Yes, though to be more specific look for wood like this." He knocks on the mathas wood lintel with a single knuckle.
She goes over and lightly presses her fingertips against it
She sees images (from Krathian's pov) of when they formally met for the first time.
*Remember? When Q'ilbrith offered to help get Venna back*
*Yep ! *
She chuckles a bit, her eyes glowing a dim white. "You must like who ever you were talking too" she said
He clears his throat "That was 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.
Gust is audibly sobbing in their room, door just barely open.
Valian is looking for a job, or any other way of consistent money.
Thara is reading by the fire.
Osmar knocks on Gust's door.
"*gulp* go away." Their voice is teary.
"Whats wrong?" Osmar asks from the door way.
"me"
"Can I come in and try to help? I can listen if you need to vent to someone."
"fine."
Osmar walks into the room and sits down
the blinds are drawn & their curled up on their side on their bed, blindfold wet from tears "it won't get out of my head, the attack, the ruins." They whisper out.
"It'll be ok. That stuff is in the past. Even though it happened because you made an innocent mistake it does not define you at all."
Gust is audibly sobbing in their room, door just barely open.
Valian is looking for a job, or any other way of consistent money.
Thara is reading by the fire.
Osmar knocks on Gust's door.
"*gulp* go away." Their voice is teary.
"Whats wrong?" Osmar asks from the door way.
"me"
"Can I come in and try to help? I can listen if you need to vent to someone."
"fine."
Osmar walks into the room and sits down
the blinds are drawn & their curled up on their side on their bed, blindfold wet from tears "it won't get out of my head, the attack, the ruins." They whisper out.
"It'll be ok. That stuff is in the past. Even though it happened because you made an innocent mistake it does not define you at all."
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.
"Alright. Is there anything youd like to bring? Or would you be ready to go?"
She shakes her head, all i have is on me
"Alright" She hands Allison a small clay object "Break that, and youll be teleported to Sogel"
She nods and takes the object, staring at it.
Its covered in some sort of runes. E takes out another for herself
"just crack it?" she asked and raised an eyebrow
She nods "Its pretty simple."
"Very well" she cracks it
E does the same. They end up next to a large, deep blue lake. Its around 9 AM there, partly cloudy
Allison stand there, transfixed by the lake
"Welcome to Sogel. This is Dewfell Lake"
"Its beautfuil!" she said and grinned
She smiles "It can be. But its also a bit dangerous to linger by"
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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?"
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?"
Allison opens the door a bit before closing her wings which made it harder to get in the doorway. She smiles warmly "i was wondering if you could help me, you smell like a warlock still in patronage to... something"
"Yes...something. It's always something or someone that needs help." he sighs, "What is it that I can do for you."
"Im sorry... i didnt mean to disturb you.." she said
"No really, it's quite alright. What can I do." he sits down on a pile of books and offers Allison the chair.
Allison continues to stand. "It seems that i had memories here before i was made... what were they..."
He stands as well. Krathian chuckles, yet there is no mirth in his voice, just quiet, mad grief. He brushes his hand over carvings in the wooden doorpost. "They're all around you."
"?" she tilted her head a bit "The tavern itself?"
"Yes, though to be more specific look for wood like this." He knocks on the mathas wood lintel with a single knuckle.
She goes over and lightly presses her fingertips against it
She sees images (from Krathian's pov) of when they formally met for the first time.
*Remember? When Q'ilbrith offered to help get Venna back*
*Yep ! *
She chuckles a bit, her eyes glowing a dim white. "You must like who ever you were talking too" she said
He clears his throat "That was you."
She seemed to pull her hand away rather quickly, "that was... Me?"
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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?"
Allison opens the door a bit before closing her wings which made it harder to get in the doorway. She smiles warmly "i was wondering if you could help me, you smell like a warlock still in patronage to... something"
"Yes...something. It's always something or someone that needs help." he sighs, "What is it that I can do for you."
"Im sorry... i didnt mean to disturb you.." she said
"No really, it's quite alright. What can I do." he sits down on a pile of books and offers Allison the chair.
Allison continues to stand. "It seems that i had memories here before i was made... what were they..."
He stands as well. Krathian chuckles, yet there is no mirth in his voice, just quiet, mad grief. He brushes his hand over carvings in the wooden doorpost. "They're all around you."
"?" she tilted her head a bit "The tavern itself?"
"Yes, though to be more specific look for wood like this." He knocks on the mathas wood lintel with a single knuckle.
She goes over and lightly presses her fingertips against it
She sees images (from Krathian's pov) of when they formally met for the first time.
*Remember? When Q'ilbrith offered to help get Venna back*
*Yep ! *
She chuckles a bit, her eyes glowing a dim white. "You must like who ever you were talking too" she said
He clears his throat "That was you."
She seemed to pull her hand away rather quickly, "that was... Me?"
"...Yes."
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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.
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.
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.
"Alright. Is there anything youd like to bring? Or would you be ready to go?"
She shakes her head, all i have is on me
"Alright" She hands Allison a small clay object "Break that, and youll be teleported to Sogel"
She nods and takes the object, staring at it.
Its covered in some sort of runes. E takes out another for herself
"just crack it?" she asked and raised an eyebrow
She nods "Its pretty simple."
"Very well" she cracks it
E does the same. They end up next to a large, deep blue lake. Its around 9 AM there, partly cloudy
Allison stand there, transfixed by the lake
"Welcome to Sogel. This is Dewfell Lake"
"Its beautfuil!" she said and grinned
She smiles "It can be. But its also a bit dangerous to linger by"
"Then we should not be here more then we need too" she said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Gust is audibly sobbing in their room, door just barely open.
Valian is looking for a job, or any other way of consistent money.
Thara is reading by the fire.
Osmar knocks on Gust's door.
"*gulp* go away." Their voice is teary.
"Whats wrong?" Osmar asks from the door way.
"me"
"Can I come in and try to help? I can listen if you need to vent to someone."
"fine."
Osmar walks into the room and sits down
the blinds are drawn & their curled up on their side on their bed, blindfold wet from tears "it won't get out of my head, the attack, the ruins." They whisper out.
"It'll be ok. That stuff is in the past. Even though it happened because you made an innocent mistake it does not define you at all."
". . ." They sit up.
Osmar stays where he is.
After a moment of silence, "That doesn't change what I did." They make it for the door, in a speed walk, "Why did I let you In here?"
Gust is audibly sobbing in their room, door just barely open.
Valian is looking for a job, or any other way of consistent money.
Thara is reading by the fire.
Osmar knocks on Gust's door.
"*gulp* go away." Their voice is teary.
"Whats wrong?" Osmar asks from the door way.
"me"
"Can I come in and try to help? I can listen if you need to vent to someone."
"fine."
Osmar walks into the room and sits down
the blinds are drawn & their curled up on their side on their bed, blindfold wet from tears "it won't get out of my head, the attack, the ruins." They whisper out.
"It'll be ok. That stuff is in the past. Even though it happened because you made an innocent mistake it does not define you at all."
". . ." They sit up.
Osmar stays where he is.
After a moment of silence, "That doesn't change what I did." They make it for the door, in a speed walk, "Why did I let you In here?"
"I'm just trying to help!" Osmar says while following them
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.
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?"
Allison opens the door a bit before closing her wings which made it harder to get in the doorway. She smiles warmly "i was wondering if you could help me, you smell like a warlock still in patronage to... something"
"Yes...something. It's always something or someone that needs help." he sighs, "What is it that I can do for you."
"Im sorry... i didnt mean to disturb you.." she said
"No really, it's quite alright. What can I do." he sits down on a pile of books and offers Allison the chair.
Allison continues to stand. "It seems that i had memories here before i was made... what were they..."
He stands as well. Krathian chuckles, yet there is no mirth in his voice, just quiet, mad grief. He brushes his hand over carvings in the wooden doorpost. "They're all around you."
"?" she tilted her head a bit "The tavern itself?"
"Yes, though to be more specific look for wood like this." He knocks on the mathas wood lintel with a single knuckle.
She goes over and lightly presses her fingertips against it
She sees images (from Krathian's pov) of when they formally met for the first time.
*Remember? When Q'ilbrith offered to help get Venna back*
*Yep ! *
She chuckles a bit, her eyes glowing a dim white. "You must like who ever you were talking too" she said
He clears his throat "That was you."
She seemed to pull her hand away rather quickly, "that was... Me?"
"...Yes."
she seems to close her eyes and furrow her brow a bit. She seemed to wander around his room blindly before taking his face in her hand.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
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Osmar walks into the room and sits down
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the blinds are drawn & their curled up on their side on their bed, blindfold wet from tears "it won't get out of my head, the attack, the ruins." They whisper out.
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Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
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*Yep ! *
She chuckles a bit, her eyes glowing a dim white. "You must like who ever you were talking too" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"It'll be ok. That stuff is in the past. Even though it happened because you made an innocent mistake it does not define you at all."
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"Its beautfuil!" she said and grinned
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He clears his throat "That was 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.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
". . ." They sit up.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Osmar stays where he is.
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She smiles "It can be. But its also a bit dangerous to linger by"
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She seemed to pull her hand away rather quickly, "that was... Me?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"...Yes."
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"
Flanne groans and bangs his head on the table. One of the scrolls roll away.
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.
"Then we should not be here more then we need too" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A child's hand rolls the scroll back to him
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After a moment of silence, "That doesn't change what I did." They make it for the door, in a speed walk, "Why did I let you In here?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I'm just trying to help!" Osmar says while following them
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A bleary eyed human glances up. "Thanks kid."
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.
she seems to close her eyes and furrow her brow a bit. She seemed to wander around his room blindly before taking his face in her hand.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Albwin nods before sliding into the seat next to him. "Whats with the scroll anyway?"
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"I'm just looking for an artifact."
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.