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.
He raises an eyebrow but doesn't flinch. "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.
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
They speed up, & they respond making it clear the crying continued "I don't deserve this!"
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
They speed up, & they respond making it clear the crying continued "I don't deserve this!"
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.
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.
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
They speed up, & they respond making it clear the crying continued "I don't deserve this!"
Osmar keeps up. "Don't deserve what?!"
"Uuurrgh!" instead of explaining they let out a pained grunt, they start sprinting but trip & fall.
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
They speed up, & they respond making it clear the crying continued "I don't deserve this!"
Osmar keeps up. "Don't deserve what?!"
"Uuurrgh!" instead of explaining they let out a pained grunt, they start sprinting but trip & fall.
Osmar walks over to them and holds out a hand to help them up. "Just try to explain."
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."
Suddenly a potato flies at her face, "Gives ye plenty o' time to help me peel potatoes, I'm sure any sword o' yers'd do well fer that."
She catches the potato easily. "I don't got any swords."
"Then use this," he tosses her a small paring knife,
She catches it and sighs, getting up. "Fine." She walks over to -insert wherever people peel potatoes here- and starts peeling.
"So, I see that you and penny are getting close."
"Yeah. If you're gonna get to something, just go ahead and get to it."
"Nothing really, just making small talk. What do you think of her?"
"She's nice to be around, I like her."
"Good that's a nice development considering the way you both met."
*-insert me forgetting how they met momentarily.*
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well weren't you in a fight? Remember, you were bored and I was picking blackberries, then you carried her off and you ... got to know each other"
She chuckled. "Oh, nah, we met a bit before that."
"Ah okay, that explains a lot."
"Throw me another potato." She tosses the peeled potato to him. "Also, you got any more 'small talk' questions?"
"Nope, that's about it for now," he tosses her another potato, "What about you?"
"How's your demon problem goin?" She got to work peeling it.
"Kinda died down fer now - at least I think - I haven't heard from anyone else about weird behavior. I did discover a huge gap in my memory though right after I left home."
"Left home? You talking about when you left your clan or something?"
"Yeh," he says, quieting down.
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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.
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.
He raises an eyebrow but doesn't flinch. "Yes?"
"your face does feel familar" she said
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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.
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
They speed up, & they respond making it clear the crying continued "I don't deserve this!"
Osmar keeps up. "Don't deserve what?!"
"Uuurrgh!" instead of explaining they let out a pained grunt, they start sprinting but trip & fall.
Osmar walks over to them and holds out a hand to help them up. "Just try to explain."
They stop trying to run & sobbing, "give 15 minutes, I'll be in a tree outside" They get up on their own & start walking off, awfully slow especially compared to how fast they were going.
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
They speed up, & they respond making it clear the crying continued "I don't deserve this!"
Osmar keeps up. "Don't deserve what?!"
"Uuurrgh!" instead of explaining they let out a pained grunt, they start sprinting but trip & fall.
Osmar walks over to them and holds out a hand to help them up. "Just try to explain."
They stop trying to run & sobbing, "give 15 minutes, I'll be in a tree outside" They get up on their own & start walking off, awfully slow especially compared to how fast they were going.
He raises an eyebrow but doesn't flinch. "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"
They speed up, & they respond making it clear the crying continued "I don't deserve this!"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Sharlene is peeling potatoes for Jim.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
Wyatt is sitting on the edge of the roof, snacking on his sugar cubes.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"What artifact?"
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Osmar keeps up. "Don't deserve what?!"
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"Something of worth. I'm trying to pay myself out of a contract."
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(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.
"Could I help?"
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"I guess." He sighs and slumps onto the table again.
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(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.
"Uuurrgh!" instead of explaining they let out a pained grunt, they start sprinting but trip & fall.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Albwin pats his back. "Dont worry we can find it."
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Osmar walks over to them and holds out a hand to help them up. "Just try to explain."
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"Yeh," he says, quieting down.
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"
*Morning!*
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"your face does feel familar" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thanks. Hey. Do you like spicy foods?"
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.
Xrorhran is sitting next to the fireplace, I guess. Having overcome certain temporal anomalies that are also known as me sleeping...
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
They stop trying to run & sobbing, "give 15 minutes, I'll be in a tree outside" They get up on their own & start walking off, awfully slow especially compared to how fast they were going.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yea, why?"
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"Ok."
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