The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
Albwin is in the woods practising his magical skills. A book is propped open on a nearby tree.
Alric is drunk and staring at the void wall.
[Slot open]
Wyatt is eating chocolate cake... for breakfast.
Wolfe is boredly playing her guitar.
Sharlene is doing handstand push-ups.
*Imma bring back Leon*
Leon watches from nearby chuckling slightly
She's to focused on her workout to notice him right now.
"Never stop training do ya?"
"What?" She looks around her, then spots Leon. "Oh, you. Nah, not really."
"Why not?"
"It's just my life."
"Kinda boring to live like that."
She shrugged, or the equivalent of a shrug in her position. "Eh, you should've seen when I first started out."
"What was it like?"
"Hell times 10."
"Sounds like my early life..."
"Yeah, but I did it since I was 4."
"5 for me."
"Huh, so that explain how you were at least able to partly keep up with me. When'd you stop?"
"Around the age of 35."
"How old are ya now?"
*Sorry world geo*
"45."
"Huh, you're actually older than me."
*It's alright, I may have to go for something in my geometry class. For some reason, it's the only one I ever really need to completely focus on sometimes.*
*Understandable*
"Huh, I finally beat you at something. Old age." he says with a chuckle
"I'm 42, so you're only older by 3 years." *btw, just in case i never mentioned to you, she looks like she's in her early 20's.*
*Ah. Got it*
"You dont look 42, but I'm going to savor the fact that I am older than you."
"Ha, I know I don't look it, all that training distracted me from aging.*
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The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Valian pipes up "you reek of magic, even though I can't feel stuff like that anymore."
"I know i do, Im constantly around it after all"
"Why is that?" He says quite blatantly facilitated.
Albwin is in the woods practising his magical skills. A book is propped open on a nearby tree.
Alric is drunk and staring at the void wall.
[Slot open]
Wyatt is eating chocolate cake... for breakfast.
Wolfe is boredly playing her guitar.
Sharlene is doing handstand push-ups.
*Imma bring back Leon*
Leon watches from nearby chuckling slightly
She's to focused on her workout to notice him right now.
"Never stop training do ya?"
"What?" She looks around her, then spots Leon. "Oh, you. Nah, not really."
"Why not?"
"It's just my life."
"Kinda boring to live like that."
She shrugged, or the equivalent of a shrug in her position. "Eh, you should've seen when I first started out."
"What was it like?"
"Hell times 10."
"Sounds like my early life..."
"Yeah, but I did it since I was 4."
"5 for me."
"Huh, so that explain how you were at least able to partly keep up with me. When'd you stop?"
"Around the age of 35."
"How old are ya now?"
*Sorry world geo*
"45."
"Huh, you're actually older than me."
*It's alright, I may have to go for something in my geometry class. For some reason, it's the only one I ever really need to completely focus on sometimes.*
*Understandable*
"Huh, I finally beat you at something. Old age." he says with a chuckle
"I'm 42, so you're only older by 3 years." *btw, just in case i never mentioned to you, she looks like she's in her early 20's.*
*Ah. Got it*
"You dont look 42, but I'm going to savor the fact that I am older than you."
"Ha, I know I don't look it, all that training distracted me from aging.*
"Impossible." he says jokingly. "I aged when I was in Spartan training."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Albwin is in the woods practising his magical skills. A book is propped open on a nearby tree.
Alric is drunk and staring at the void wall.
[Slot open]
Wyatt is eating chocolate cake... for breakfast.
Wolfe is boredly playing her guitar.
Sharlene is doing handstand push-ups.
*Imma bring back Leon*
Leon watches from nearby chuckling slightly
She's to focused on her workout to notice him right now.
"Never stop training do ya?"
"What?" She looks around her, then spots Leon. "Oh, you. Nah, not really."
"Why not?"
"It's just my life."
"Kinda boring to live like that."
She shrugged, or the equivalent of a shrug in her position. "Eh, you should've seen when I first started out."
"What was it like?"
"Hell times 10."
"Sounds like my early life..."
"Yeah, but I did it since I was 4."
"5 for me."
"Huh, so that explain how you were at least able to partly keep up with me. When'd you stop?"
"Around the age of 35."
"How old are ya now?"
*Sorry world geo*
"45."
"Huh, you're actually older than me."
*It's alright, I may have to go for something in my geometry class. For some reason, it's the only one I ever really need to completely focus on sometimes.*
*Understandable*
"Huh, I finally beat you at something. Old age." he says with a chuckle
"I'm 42, so you're only older by 3 years." *btw, just in case i never mentioned to you, she looks like she's in her early 20's.*
*Ah. Got it*
"You dont look 42, but I'm going to savor the fact that I am older than you."
"Ha, I know I don't look it, all that training distracted me from aging.*
"Impossible." he says jokingly. "I aged when I was in Spartan training."
"Then it was clearly a joke." She chuckled.
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The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Valian pipes up "you reek of magic, even though I can't feel stuff like that anymore."
"I know i do, Im constantly around it after all"
"Why is that?" He says quite blatantly facilitated.
"I collect magical items and such" she said with a grin
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Albwin is in the woods practising his magical skills. A book is propped open on a nearby tree.
Alric is drunk and staring at the void wall.
[Slot open]
Wyatt is eating chocolate cake... for breakfast.
Wolfe is boredly playing her guitar.
Sharlene is doing handstand push-ups.
*Imma bring back Leon*
Leon watches from nearby chuckling slightly
She's to focused on her workout to notice him right now.
"Never stop training do ya?"
"What?" She looks around her, then spots Leon. "Oh, you. Nah, not really."
"Why not?"
"It's just my life."
"Kinda boring to live like that."
She shrugged, or the equivalent of a shrug in her position. "Eh, you should've seen when I first started out."
"What was it like?"
"Hell times 10."
"Sounds like my early life..."
"Yeah, but I did it since I was 4."
"5 for me."
"Huh, so that explain how you were at least able to partly keep up with me. When'd you stop?"
"Around the age of 35."
"How old are ya now?"
*Sorry world geo*
"45."
"Huh, you're actually older than me."
*It's alright, I may have to go for something in my geometry class. For some reason, it's the only one I ever really need to completely focus on sometimes.*
*Understandable*
"Huh, I finally beat you at something. Old age." he says with a chuckle
"I'm 42, so you're only older by 3 years." *btw, just in case i never mentioned to you, she looks like she's in her early 20's.*
*Ah. Got it*
"You dont look 42, but I'm going to savor the fact that I am older than you."
"Ha, I know I don't look it, all that training distracted me from aging.*
"Impossible." he says jokingly. "I aged when I was in Spartan training."
"Then it was clearly a joke." She chuckled.
"Not really." he says and pokes one of his arms. "But clearly it was not as intense as yours."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
"Thank you, I named after what each one was like. Tink likes the sound of coins while Bonk falls off tables often"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
"Thank you, I named after what each one was like. Tink likes the sound of coins while Bonk falls off tables often"
"Very neat." Out of curiosity he pulls out two silver pieces and drops them on the table.
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
*Oooooo..... Time to Timewarp Soldaer.....*
Soldaer walks back into the bar, Shade on his heels. Shade promptly notices the pseudodragons, and walks over to them, while Soldaer takes a seat next to the woman, ordering a glass of Feywine.
The pseudodragons notice they are being followed and stack on top of each other in a sort defensive way, like when a cat fluffs up to make itself bigger.
The woman takes notice in Soldaer and raises an eyebrow.
*BTW, the two pseudodragons, even on top of each other, are still dwarfed by Shade, who's about 4 feet at the shoulder.*
Shade sems to grin playfully. I'm not going to hurt you two. I'm just here to introduce myself and play around a little. I'm Shade.
Soldaer turns to face her. "I'm Soldaer. What brings you here?" He asks friendlily, taking a sip from his glass of Feywine, which he pays for with a platinum piece.
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
"Thank you, I named after what each one was like. Tink likes the sound of coins while Bonk falls off tables often"
"Very neat." Out of curiosity he pulls out two silver pieces and drops them on the table.
A small purple and red head pops up to peer at and above the table. Its crawls up like a cat would and stares at the coins then at Osmar, waiting for them to do it again
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
"Thank you, I named after what each one was like. Tink likes the sound of coins while Bonk falls off tables often"
"Very neat." Out of curiosity he pulls out two silver pieces and drops them on the table.
A small purple and red head pops up to peer at and above the table. Its crawls up like a cat would and stares at the coins then at Osmar, waiting for them to do it again
Osmar smiles, picks up the coins and drops them again
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Ha, I know I don't look it, all that training distracted me from aging.*
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"Why is that?" He says quite blatantly facilitated.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Don't make me hit you with another tree."
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"Impossible." he says jokingly. "I aged when I was in Spartan training."
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He chuckles "Dont worry I don't intend to."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Then it was clearly a joke." She chuckled.
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"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
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"I collect magical items and such" she said with a grin
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Keep talking the way you're talking, and you're gonna taste bark again soon enough. So you clearly intend to.*
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"Not really." he says and pokes one of his arms. "But clearly it was not as intense as yours."
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"Thank you, I named after what each one was like. Tink likes the sound of coins while Bonk falls off tables often"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hehe, nice Telepurte pfp.*
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"Very neat." Out of curiosity he pulls out two silver pieces and drops them on the table.
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*BTW, the two pseudodragons, even on top of each other, are still dwarfed by Shade, who's about 4 feet at the shoulder.*
Shade sems to grin playfully. I'm not going to hurt you two. I'm just here to introduce myself and play around a little. I'm Shade.
Soldaer turns to face her. "I'm Soldaer. What brings you here?" He asks friendlily, taking a sip from his glass of Feywine, which he pays for with a platinum piece.
*Thank you, I like their art work and I thought the girl in the picture would be a good idea for Oscar*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A small purple and red head pops up to peer at and above the table. Its crawls up like a cat would and stares at the coins then at Osmar, waiting for them to do it again
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Osmar smiles, picks up the coins and drops them again
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More mischievous chuckling "Well I've had my fun here, see you later darling!" He starts walking back inside.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.