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.
Soldaer chuckles. "Shade is a Saberbeast. They usually hunt in prides, and it was actually her pride that saved me and my teacher from a pack of Yeth Hounds during one of our journeys to the Feywild." He watches Tink play with the coins, a smile on his face. "She's considered a Fey, and extremely intelligent for her rather bestial appearance. She can even communicate via telepathy."
He turns back to Oscar, his green eyes flashing. I may have been trying to flirt with you a little, if I'm being honest, but I usually prefer to get to know someone better before making too serious of a move. He shrugs a little, a slight smile on his face.
Flanne is reading a book on dragon history. He has not made much progress and is drinking a cup of coffee while fiddling with his ring. He still looks grumpy and tired.
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.
Soldaer chuckles. "Shade is a Saberbeast. They usually hunt in prides, and it was actually her pride that saved me and my teacher from a pack of Yeth Hounds during one of our journeys to the Feywild." He watches Tink play with the coins, a smile on his face. "She's considered a Fey, and extremely intelligent for her rather bestial appearance. She can even communicate via telepathy."
He turns back to Oscar, his green eyes flashing. I may have been trying to flirt with you a little, if I'm being honest, but I usually prefer to get to know someone better before making too serious of a move. He shrugs a little, a slight smile on his face.
"A saberbeast?" Oscar says and chuckles "Interesting, a social animal because you said her species hunts in prides, what is her native area in the feywild?" She askes. Tink and bonk now are curled up on the bar, in a bowl. They look like two cats sleeping.
She chuckles to herself and moves her hair behind her ear. Honestly i can see why, Hot lady walks up to the bar and your like "That looks nice". She jokes
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Flanne is reading a book on dragon history. He has not made much progress and is drinking a cup of coffee while fiddling with his ring. He still looks grumpy and tired.
Flanne groans in frustration and downs the coffee, going outside with his scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face.
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.
Soldaer chuckles. "Shade is a Saberbeast. They usually hunt in prides, and it was actually her pride that saved me and my teacher from a pack of Yeth Hounds during one of our journeys to the Feywild." He watches Tink play with the coins, a smile on his face. "She's considered a Fey, and extremely intelligent for her rather bestial appearance. She can even communicate via telepathy."
He turns back to Oscar, his green eyes flashing. I may have been trying to flirt with you a little, if I'm being honest, but I usually prefer to get to know someone better before making too serious of a move. He shrugs a little, a slight smile on his face.
"A saberbeast?" Oscar says and chuckles "Interesting, a social animal because you said her species hunts in prides, what is her native area in the feywild?" She askes. Tink and bonk now are curled up on the bar, in a bowl. They look like two cats sleeping.
She chuckles to herself and moves her hair behind her ear. Honestly i can see why, Hot lady walks up to the bar and your like "That looks nice". She jokes
Exactly, He says with a laugh. And you are indeed hot. His eyes flash as he says that.
"Saberbeasts are honestly found throughout the Feywild, although most commonly in the plentiful forests and plains. Rarely will you see then in the Vale of Long Night, Kingdom of Nachtur, or Brokenstone Vale, although they do wander there from time to time in search of food." Soldaer looks over at Shade quickly before turning back to Oscar and continuing. "If memory serves, we were near to the Lake of Dreams when Shade and her pride saved us from the Yeth Hounds."
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.
"Nice to meet you! What brings you here?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Soldaer chuckles. "Shade is a Saberbeast. They usually hunt in prides, and it was actually her pride that saved me and my teacher from a pack of Yeth Hounds during one of our journeys to the Feywild." He watches Tink play with the coins, a smile on his face. "She's considered a Fey, and extremely intelligent for her rather bestial appearance. She can even communicate via telepathy."
He turns back to Oscar, his green eyes flashing. I may have been trying to flirt with you a little, if I'm being honest, but I usually prefer to get to know someone better before making too serious of a move. He shrugs a little, a slight smile on his face.
Oval is inside. They were just hunted by a Owlbear who thought of Oval as its child. Soldaer and Tara saved them but they were still scared.
Oscar is talking with soldaer, Valain, and Osmar.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Watcha doing?" Vega asks,
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
"Simple working, Mapping lands unknown and such. Selling trinkets to those who can pay." she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ha, my brain was up all night last night.*
Wyatt is eating chocolate cake.
Wolfe is boredly playing her guitar.
Taceli is still catatonic.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"So business mostly, the exploring & mapping sound fun though."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Vega checks on them, "Feeling ok?"
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
Hiding from the big silver dragon lady.
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.
Flanne is reading a book on dragon history. He has not made much progress and is drinking a cup of coffee while fiddling with his ring. He still looks grumpy and tired.
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.
"A saberbeast?" Oscar says and chuckles "Interesting, a social animal because you said her species hunts in prides, what is her native area in the feywild?" She askes. Tink and bonk now are curled up on the bar, in a bowl. They look like two cats sleeping.
She chuckles to herself and moves her hair behind her ear. Honestly i can see why, Hot lady walks up to the bar and your like "That looks nice". She jokes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They nod a bit "Big scary owlbear'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Caelum? Why are you hiding from her?"
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
She's kill me if she knew a Phase Drow was here...
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.
Flanne groans in frustration and downs the coffee, going outside with his scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face.
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.
Spectacle walks up from behind "Why hello Prince Of Chaos." He chuckles while bowing
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Avery sighs, hugging them lightly, "Please wake up."
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
Exactly, He says with a laugh. And you are indeed hot. His eyes flash as he says that.
"Saberbeasts are honestly found throughout the Feywild, although most commonly in the plentiful forests and plains. Rarely will you see then in the Vale of Long Night, Kingdom of Nachtur, or Brokenstone Vale, although they do wander there from time to time in search of food." Soldaer looks over at Shade quickly before turning back to Oscar and continuing. "If memory serves, we were near to the Lake of Dreams when Shade and her pride saved us from the Yeth Hounds."
Flanne approaches Azazel outside. "Watcha doing?"
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.
He turns around and swallows his bite. "Lord, and I'm not yet Lord, when I grow up I will be."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.