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.
We are Tink and Bonk, Bonk and Tink. they reply, getting off of one another. The rust colored one is Bonk, the purple and red one is Tink.
Oscar turns to face them and grins "Is that the beginning of a flirt, should I prepare myself? Or what that a simple question?" She asked, joking a bit "ill still answer because you seem to be a fine fellow of god tastes, I am Oscar Moonbeam, Caretaker of the school of crafts, Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi"
Shade's eyes flit back and forth between the two, an obviously happy grin on her face. A pleasure to meet you two, and rather interesting names you have.
Soldaer surprisingly switches to telepathy. It could be. It may be just a genuine question. Depends on your perception, and what you want. He says with a shrug, clearly joking along with her, a playful grin on his face. "Quite the impressive list of titles you have, Oscar, but it is still a pleasure to meet you."
"eh, its not it is all up to be" she said and paid for a glass of Underdark Glowberry wine. "and besides, if it was a flirt, I wouldn't stop you, you seem nice enough" she said
Soldaer's eyebrows shoot up for second at her choice of drink, and at her second comment, before his expression return to normal and taking a sip of his Feywine. "Possibly, but I doubt it's not as interesting as some of the things people here do." He shrugs. "I myself have been the first line of defense for people for nearly 175 years now. Faced down wyverns, drakes, even a pair of purple worms and a green dragon." He glances over at Shade and the pseudodragons, who seem to be having fun play fighting. "I am glad to see our companions are getting along well though."
she peers over at Tink who was napping and Bonk who was trying to climb up on shade like a mountain. She chuckles "I do agree, they chose me about five years ago and haven't left my side since, they are quite wonderful familiars for someone like me" she said. She pulls out three coins and cups them in her fist, shaking them a bit. The jingling noise produced by them gets Tink's attention as the pseudodragon wanders over like a cat to fish. She chuckles and bends down, letting the tiny dragon, crawl up her arm and around her shoulder.
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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
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
Bonk is on the table as well with his little sister psedodragon. He is nearing the edge and promptly, and randomly, falls off for no reason.
Osmar reaches out with lightning fast reflexes to catch Bonk.
Dexterity: 22
He catches the tiny pseudodragon just as it tips off the edge and carefully now cups it in his hands. It lets out a content noise as if to say thank you
Osmar carefully sets him in the center of the table. "Be careful now."
"Pay attention to him, he has discoordination problems" she said
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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
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
Bonk is on the table as well with his little sister psedodragon. He is nearing the edge and promptly, and randomly, falls off for no reason.
Osmar reaches out with lightning fast reflexes to catch Bonk.
Dexterity: 22
He catches the tiny pseudodragon just as it tips off the edge and carefully now cups it in his hands. It lets out a content noise as if to say thank you
Osmar carefully sets him in the center of the table. "Be careful now."
"Pay attention to him, he has discoordination problems" she said
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
"could I see some?"
"Why?" She asked suspiciously
"I'm just interested in magic."
"Why are you interested? Are you a lich of sorts?" She asked
"What? no, its just. . ., neat, the stuff you can do with it."
She seems content with this answer as she holds out a simple ring. Its wooden with animal carvings on it "Animal influence ring"
"I guess it influences animals." He's staring at the ring.
She chuckles "Very preceptive my friend"
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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.
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
"could I see some?"
"Why?" She asked suspiciously
"I'm just interested in magic."
"Why are you interested? Are you a lich of sorts?" She asked
"What? no, its just. . ., neat, the stuff you can do with it."
She seems content with this answer as she holds out a simple ring. Its wooden with animal carvings on it "Animal influence ring"
"I guess it influences animals." He's staring at the ring.
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
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
Bonk is on the table as well with his little sister psedodragon. He is nearing the edge and promptly, and randomly, falls off for no reason.
Osmar reaches out with lightning fast reflexes to catch Bonk.
Dexterity: 22
He catches the tiny pseudodragon just as it tips off the edge and carefully now cups it in his hands. It lets out a content noise as if to say thank you
Osmar carefully sets him in the center of the table. "Be careful now."
"Pay attention to him, he has discoordination problems" she said
Osmar nods. "Where are you from?"
"Estanburg" she replied "Its a small island off the coast of Fairview"
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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
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
Bonk is on the table as well with his little sister psedodragon. He is nearing the edge and promptly, and randomly, falls off for no reason.
Osmar reaches out with lightning fast reflexes to catch Bonk.
Dexterity: 22
He catches the tiny pseudodragon just as it tips off the edge and carefully now cups it in his hands. It lets out a content noise as if to say thank you
Osmar carefully sets him in the center of the table. "Be careful now."
"Pay attention to him, he has discoordination problems" she said
Osmar nods. "Where are you from?"
"Estanburg" she replied "Its a small island off the coast of Fairview"
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
"could I see some?"
"Why?" She asked suspiciously
"I'm just interested in magic."
"Why are you interested? Are you a lich of sorts?" She asked
"What? no, its just. . ., neat, the stuff you can do with it."
She seems content with this answer as she holds out a simple ring. Its wooden with animal carvings on it "Animal influence ring"
"I guess it influences animals." He's staring at the ring.
She chuckles "Very preceptive my friend"
"Oh haha, In Valian, you are?"
"Maybe I am" she said with a small smile "anyways, if you want to keep that ring you can, I can find another"
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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.
*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.
We are Tink and Bonk, Bonk and Tink. they reply, getting off of one another. The rust colored one is Bonk, the purple and red one is Tink.
Oscar turns to face them and grins "Is that the beginning of a flirt, should I prepare myself? Or what that a simple question?" She asked, joking a bit "ill still answer because you seem to be a fine fellow of god tastes, I am Oscar Moonbeam, Caretaker of the school of crafts, Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi"
Shade's eyes flit back and forth between the two, an obviously happy grin on her face. A pleasure to meet you two, and rather interesting names you have.
Soldaer surprisingly switches to telepathy. It could be. It may be just a genuine question. Depends on your perception, and what you want. He says with a shrug, clearly joking along with her, a playful grin on his face. "Quite the impressive list of titles you have, Oscar, but it is still a pleasure to meet you."
"eh, its not it is all up to be" she said and paid for a glass of Underdark Glowberry wine. "and besides, if it was a flirt, I wouldn't stop you, you seem nice enough" she said
Soldaer's eyebrows shoot up for second at her choice of drink, and at her second comment, before his expression return to normal and taking a sip of his Feywine. "Possibly, but I doubt it's not as interesting as some of the things people here do." He shrugs. "I myself have been the first line of defense for people for nearly 175 years now. Faced down wyverns, drakes, even a pair of purple worms and a green dragon." He glances over at Shade and the pseudodragons, who seem to be having fun play fighting. "I am glad to see our companions are getting along well though."
she peers over at Tink who was napping and Bonk who was trying to climb up on shade like a mountain. She chuckles "I do agree, they chose me about five years ago and haven't left my side since, they are quite wonderful familiars for someone like me" she said. She pulls out three coins and cups them in her fist, shaking them a bit. The jingling noise produced by them gets Tink's attention as the pseudodragon wanders over like a cat to fish. She chuckles and bends down, letting the tiny dragon, crawl up her arm and around her shoulder.
Soldaer chuckles, grabbing a couple more platinum pieces out of a pouch, and dropping them on the bar. At the same time, Shade decides to roll over, dislodging Bonk, and making him tumble off her. "Shade's been my companion for the past 150 years or so. She's native to the Feywild, and while she can spend considerable lengths of time here, she rests and heals better in the Feywild." He pulls out an ornate whistle. The body of it is crafted from a single piece of mithral, and vines made from gold and silver twist their way around it, also forming the chain it is on. "This whistle functions similar to a figurine of power for Shade. It allows me to call her by my side when I need her, but she is still free to return to her home when she wants."
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
"could I see some?"
"Why?" She asked suspiciously
"I'm just interested in magic."
"Why are you interested? Are you a lich of sorts?" She asked
"What? no, its just. . ., neat, the stuff you can do with it."
She seems content with this answer as she holds out a simple ring. Its wooden with animal carvings on it "Animal influence ring"
"I guess it influences animals." He's staring at the ring.
She chuckles "Very preceptive my friend"
"Oh haha, In Valian, you are?"
"Maybe I am" she said with a small smile "anyways, if you want to keep that ring you can, I can find another"
*I'm, typo.*
He grabs it. & puts I on his right index finger, "Ooh, thanks!"
*Just finished typing out spectwing lore! That took a while....*
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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.
*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.
We are Tink and Bonk, Bonk and Tink. they reply, getting off of one another. The rust colored one is Bonk, the purple and red one is Tink.
Oscar turns to face them and grins "Is that the beginning of a flirt, should I prepare myself? Or what that a simple question?" She asked, joking a bit "ill still answer because you seem to be a fine fellow of god tastes, I am Oscar Moonbeam, Caretaker of the school of crafts, Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi"
Shade's eyes flit back and forth between the two, an obviously happy grin on her face. A pleasure to meet you two, and rather interesting names you have.
Soldaer surprisingly switches to telepathy. It could be. It may be just a genuine question. Depends on your perception, and what you want. He says with a shrug, clearly joking along with her, a playful grin on his face. "Quite the impressive list of titles you have, Oscar, but it is still a pleasure to meet you."
"eh, its not it is all up to be" she said and paid for a glass of Underdark Glowberry wine. "and besides, if it was a flirt, I wouldn't stop you, you seem nice enough" she said
Soldaer's eyebrows shoot up for second at her choice of drink, and at her second comment, before his expression return to normal and taking a sip of his Feywine. "Possibly, but I doubt it's not as interesting as some of the things people here do." He shrugs. "I myself have been the first line of defense for people for nearly 175 years now. Faced down wyverns, drakes, even a pair of purple worms and a green dragon." He glances over at Shade and the pseudodragons, who seem to be having fun play fighting. "I am glad to see our companions are getting along well though."
she peers over at Tink who was napping and Bonk who was trying to climb up on shade like a mountain. She chuckles "I do agree, they chose me about five years ago and haven't left my side since, they are quite wonderful familiars for someone like me" she said. She pulls out three coins and cups them in her fist, shaking them a bit. The jingling noise produced by them gets Tink's attention as the pseudodragon wanders over like a cat to fish. She chuckles and bends down, letting the tiny dragon, crawl up her arm and around her shoulder.
Soldaer chuckles, grabbing a couple more platinum pieces out of a pouch, and dropping them on the bar. At the same time, Shade decides to roll over, dislodging Bonk, and making him tumble off her. "Shade's been my companion for the past 150 years or so. She's native to the Feywild, and while she can spend considerable lengths of time here, she rests and heals better in the Feywild." He pulls out an ornate whistle. The body of it is crafted from a single piece of mithral, and vines made from gold and silver twist their way around it, also forming the chain it is on. "This whistle functions similar to a figurine of power for Shade. It allows me to call her by my side when I need her, but she is still free to return to her home when she wants."
The Red and purple Pseudodragon hears said coins and crawls off of Oscar's shoulder. It begins to move the coins around with its claw, like little disc's. It makes a content purring noise as it picks up one with its mouth and drop it back down, watching it make the noise it likes.
Oscars chuckles at her familiar's action's before studying Shade. "Big cat... Displacer beast maybe? No no, doesn't have the tentacle appendages. Well its a big cat" she said and chuckled again. Bonk walks over, clearly disheartened that he was unable to climb Mount shade.
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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
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
Bonk is on the table as well with his little sister psedodragon. He is nearing the edge and promptly, and randomly, falls off for no reason.
Osmar reaches out with lightning fast reflexes to catch Bonk.
Dexterity: 22
He catches the tiny pseudodragon just as it tips off the edge and carefully now cups it in his hands. It lets out a content noise as if to say thank you
Osmar carefully sets him in the center of the table. "Be careful now."
"Pay attention to him, he has discoordination problems" she said
Osmar nods. "Where are you from?"
"Estanburg" she replied "Its a small island off the coast of Fairview"
"Was it nice there?"
she nods "It was filled with magic users"
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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
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
Bonk is on the table as well with his little sister psedodragon. He is nearing the edge and promptly, and randomly, falls off for no reason.
Osmar reaches out with lightning fast reflexes to catch Bonk.
Dexterity: 22
He catches the tiny pseudodragon just as it tips off the edge and carefully now cups it in his hands. It lets out a content noise as if to say thank you
Osmar carefully sets him in the center of the table. "Be careful now."
"Pay attention to him, he has discoordination problems" she said
Osmar nods. "Where are you from?"
"Estanburg" she replied "Its a small island off the coast of Fairview"
she peers over at Tink who was napping and Bonk who was trying to climb up on shade like a mountain. She chuckles "I do agree, they chose me about five years ago and haven't left my side since, they are quite wonderful familiars for someone like me" she said. She pulls out three coins and cups them in her fist, shaking them a bit. The jingling noise produced by them gets Tink's attention as the pseudodragon wanders over like a cat to fish. She chuckles and bends down, letting the tiny dragon, crawl up her arm and around her shoulder.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Pay attention to him, he has discoordination problems" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Osmar nods. "Where are you from?"
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She chuckles "Very preceptive my friend"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh haha, In Valian, you are?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Estanburg" she replied "Its a small island off the coast of Fairview"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Was it nice there?"
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"Maybe I am" she said with a small smile "anyways, if you want to keep that ring you can, I can find another"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Soldaer chuckles, grabbing a couple more platinum pieces out of a pouch, and dropping them on the bar. At the same time, Shade decides to roll over, dislodging Bonk, and making him tumble off her. "Shade's been my companion for the past 150 years or so. She's native to the Feywild, and while she can spend considerable lengths of time here, she rests and heals better in the Feywild." He pulls out an ornate whistle. The body of it is crafted from a single piece of mithral, and vines made from gold and silver twist their way around it, also forming the chain it is on. "This whistle functions similar to a figurine of power for Shade. It allows me to call her by my side when I need her, but she is still free to return to her home when she wants."
*I'm, typo.*
He grabs it. & puts I on his right index finger, "Ooh, thanks!"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Just finished typing out spectwing lore! That took a while....*
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The Red and purple Pseudodragon hears said coins and crawls off of Oscar's shoulder. It begins to move the coins around with its claw, like little disc's. It makes a content purring noise as it picks up one with its mouth and drop it back down, watching it make the noise it likes.
Oscars chuckles at her familiar's action's before studying Shade. "Big cat... Displacer beast maybe? No no, doesn't have the tentacle appendages. Well its a big cat" she said and chuckled again. Bonk walks over, clearly disheartened that he was unable to climb Mount shade.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
she nods "It was filled with magic users"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*like a Fan WOF dragon? or dnd thing (the probably much more likely)*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Osmar makes a note in his journal. "Fascinating."
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*Good morning! I have decided to have an ongoing crisis.*
Vega is packing for the journey he's going on to help oval,
Kai is sifting through the stuff he scavenged from the wreckage
Azazel is wandering around the cold outside (Interchangable with avery)
Avery is making sure taceli is ok and didn't get hurt during the past couple days (Interchangable with azazel)
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Im oscar" she said and bowed politely
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Xrorhran is sneaking around near Vega.
Scyria is still dead.
Caelum is handing out invites.
I am working on a new character/maybe a cutscene.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
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.
Albwin is in the woods practising magic. A book is propped open on a tree.
Leon is chilling
Osmar is talking to Oscar
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Are you a sage of sorts? No! a record keeper!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]