Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way out to meet him, and sits and stares at the tree as well for a moment. "What's with the tree?"
Oval pokes it "I had a face..."
"The tree? Hmmm" Q'ilbrith stares more intently and suspiciously at the tree.
Oval pokes it again as the tree's face reappears. Its screams at the sight of two living beings that are not it. Oval screams as well in fright.
Q'ilbrith is blown slightly backward by the tree scream. "That was...unexpected," he says when they both stop screaming.
The tree's face instantly goes away and Oval is left having a panic attack
"Hmm, I wonder if it's intelligent." he then notices Oval's panicked state, "Don't worry, it's more scared of you than you are of it." Q'ilbrith tries to establish a telepathic link with the tree.
The tree itself doesn't seem to be sentient at all. Its just a tree that continually screams at random points in time.
*-claps hands- Here have a tree thats always scream*
*lol*
"Nope, not intelligent. There's nothing to be afraid of, Oval."
"Its still scary" they said and went up the tree, placing a finned ear against it and listening to the inside.
"I suppose so. What do you hear?"
"Something.... It sounds angry inside"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Third Slot Open, I dunno, ima have to make a new character sometime here*
*Might as well do somethin.*
Wolfe walks over, sipping her cup of coffee. "Hey."
*Lol you know that awesome feeling where you want to initiate a conversation with someone, but aren't sure how and resign yourself to silence, and then that same person initiates conversation.*
"Hey Wolfe, how are you?" he says, closing his book.
*omgosh, yeah. That's how I feel whenever someone initiates one with on of my characters, 'cause I wanna interact with 'em all!*
"Alright, a bit of a dry patch, though. How you holding up?"
"I'm alright I guess. It's been a rough month."
"Yeah, I bet. Want some coffee?"
"Sounds good, Madh knows I need it."
"K, I'll be right back." She turns to walk off, but freezes and turns back around. "Wait, how do you like it?"
"I take it black, sometimes with Irish Cream if the mood strikes me, why?"
"Just making sure." She walks off to get the coffee.
He chuckles, "That was an oddly intense reaction for just 'making sure' but okay."
After a bit, she comes back with some coffee, black. "Here ya go.."
"Thanks," he says, taking the coffee. "So what have you been up to lately?"
"Nothin much, just been... around. Ain't a whole lot happened to me lately. You?"
"Well, Allison has been flipping between life and death like a ball between rackets. I'm not sure what to think after she committed suicide... Meanwhile, I've been trying to find something to do with myself. Orvar has grown...distant...lately, and hasn't given me any orders except remaining in place."
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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.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way out to meet him, and sits and stares at the tree as well for a moment. "What's with the tree?"
Oval pokes it "I had a face..."
"The tree? Hmmm" Q'ilbrith stares more intently and suspiciously at the tree.
Oval pokes it again as the tree's face reappears. Its screams at the sight of two living beings that are not it. Oval screams as well in fright.
Q'ilbrith is blown slightly backward by the tree scream. "That was...unexpected," he says when they both stop screaming.
The tree's face instantly goes away and Oval is left having a panic attack
"Hmm, I wonder if it's intelligent." he then notices Oval's panicked state, "Don't worry, it's more scared of you than you are of it." Q'ilbrith tries to establish a telepathic link with the tree.
The tree itself doesn't seem to be sentient at all. Its just a tree that continually screams at random points in time.
*-claps hands- Here have a tree thats always scream*
*lol*
"Nope, not intelligent. There's nothing to be afraid of, Oval."
"Its still scary" they said and went up the tree, placing a finned ear against it and listening to the inside.
"I suppose so. What do you hear?"
"Something.... It sounds angry inside"
"Hmmm... curse Orvar for not giving me ears. Do you mind if I listen through you, Oval?"
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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.
*Third Slot Open, I dunno, ima have to make a new character sometime here*
*Might as well do somethin.*
Wolfe walks over, sipping her cup of coffee. "Hey."
*Lol you know that awesome feeling where you want to initiate a conversation with someone, but aren't sure how and resign yourself to silence, and then that same person initiates conversation.*
"Hey Wolfe, how are you?" he says, closing his book.
*omgosh, yeah. That's how I feel whenever someone initiates one with on of my characters, 'cause I wanna interact with 'em all!*
"Alright, a bit of a dry patch, though. How you holding up?"
"I'm alright I guess. It's been a rough month."
"Yeah, I bet. Want some coffee?"
"Sounds good, Madh knows I need it."
"K, I'll be right back." She turns to walk off, but freezes and turns back around. "Wait, how do you like it?"
"I take it black, sometimes with Irish Cream if the mood strikes me, why?"
"Just making sure." She walks off to get the coffee.
He chuckles, "That was an oddly intense reaction for just 'making sure' but okay."
After a bit, she comes back with some coffee, black. "Here ya go.."
"Thanks," he says, taking the coffee. "So what have you been up to lately?"
"Nothin much, just been... around. Ain't a whole lot happened to me lately. You?"
"Well, Allison has been flipping between life and death like a ball between rackets. I'm not sure what to think after she committed suicide... Meanwhile, I've been trying to find something to do with myself. Orvar has grown...distant...lately, and hasn't given me any orders except remaining in place."
"Oh... man, that sounds rough." She drinks the rest of her coffee and goes silent for a bit, then smiles. "Hey, wanna throw Q'ilbrith into the void again?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
*Any specific dragon, because Phantom, my HB dragon character, is standing in the edge of the forest, waiting for Theren's ghost so he can try to resurrect him.*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way out to meet him, and sits and stares at the tree as well for a moment. "What's with the tree?"
Oval pokes it "I had a face..."
"The tree? Hmmm" Q'ilbrith stares more intently and suspiciously at the tree.
Oval pokes it again as the tree's face reappears. Its screams at the sight of two living beings that are not it. Oval screams as well in fright.
Q'ilbrith is blown slightly backward by the tree scream. "That was...unexpected," he says when they both stop screaming.
The tree's face instantly goes away and Oval is left having a panic attack
"Hmm, I wonder if it's intelligent." he then notices Oval's panicked state, "Don't worry, it's more scared of you than you are of it." Q'ilbrith tries to establish a telepathic link with the tree.
The tree itself doesn't seem to be sentient at all. Its just a tree that continually screams at random points in time.
*-claps hands- Here have a tree thats always scream*
*lol*
"Nope, not intelligent. There's nothing to be afraid of, Oval."
"Its still scary" they said and went up the tree, placing a finned ear against it and listening to the inside.
"I suppose so. What do you hear?"
"Something.... It sounds angry inside"
"Hmmm... curse Orvar for not giving me ears. Do you mind if I listen through you, Oval?"
"sure" they said and reached out a hand for Q'il
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Third Slot Open, I dunno, ima have to make a new character sometime here*
*Might as well do somethin.*
Wolfe walks over, sipping her cup of coffee. "Hey."
*Lol you know that awesome feeling where you want to initiate a conversation with someone, but aren't sure how and resign yourself to silence, and then that same person initiates conversation.*
"Hey Wolfe, how are you?" he says, closing his book.
*omgosh, yeah. That's how I feel whenever someone initiates one with on of my characters, 'cause I wanna interact with 'em all!*
"Alright, a bit of a dry patch, though. How you holding up?"
"I'm alright I guess. It's been a rough month."
"Yeah, I bet. Want some coffee?"
"Sounds good, Madh knows I need it."
"K, I'll be right back." She turns to walk off, but freezes and turns back around. "Wait, how do you like it?"
"I take it black, sometimes with Irish Cream if the mood strikes me, why?"
"Just making sure." She walks off to get the coffee.
He chuckles, "That was an oddly intense reaction for just 'making sure' but okay."
After a bit, she comes back with some coffee, black. "Here ya go.."
"Thanks," he says, taking the coffee. "So what have you been up to lately?"
"Nothin much, just been... around. Ain't a whole lot happened to me lately. You?"
"Well, Allison has been flipping between life and death like a ball between rackets. I'm not sure what to think after she committed suicide... Meanwhile, I've been trying to find something to do with myself. Orvar has grown...distant...lately, and hasn't given me any orders except remaining in place."
"Oh... man, that sounds rough." She drinks the rest of her coffee and goes silent for a bit, then smiles. "Hey, wanna throw Q'ilbrith into the void again?"
He chuckles, "He's too careful now, I'm not sure we could do it. Besides, he's probably heard you say that and is staying far far away. Those were good times."
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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.
*Third Slot Open, I dunno, ima have to make a new character sometime here*
*Might as well do somethin.*
Wolfe walks over, sipping her cup of coffee. "Hey."
*Lol you know that awesome feeling where you want to initiate a conversation with someone, but aren't sure how and resign yourself to silence, and then that same person initiates conversation.*
"Hey Wolfe, how are you?" he says, closing his book.
*omgosh, yeah. That's how I feel whenever someone initiates one with on of my characters, 'cause I wanna interact with 'em all!*
"Alright, a bit of a dry patch, though. How you holding up?"
"I'm alright I guess. It's been a rough month."
"Yeah, I bet. Want some coffee?"
"Sounds good, Madh knows I need it."
"K, I'll be right back." She turns to walk off, but freezes and turns back around. "Wait, how do you like it?"
"I take it black, sometimes with Irish Cream if the mood strikes me, why?"
"Just making sure." She walks off to get the coffee.
He chuckles, "That was an oddly intense reaction for just 'making sure' but okay."
After a bit, she comes back with some coffee, black. "Here ya go.."
"Thanks," he says, taking the coffee. "So what have you been up to lately?"
"Nothin much, just been... around. Ain't a whole lot happened to me lately. You?"
"Well, Allison has been flipping between life and death like a ball between rackets. I'm not sure what to think after she committed suicide... Meanwhile, I've been trying to find something to do with myself. Orvar has grown...distant...lately, and hasn't given me any orders except remaining in place."
"Oh... man, that sounds rough." She drinks the rest of her coffee and goes silent for a bit, then smiles. "Hey, wanna throw Q'ilbrith into the void again?"
He chuckles, "He's too careful now, I'm not sure we could do it. Besides, he's probably heard you say that and is staying far far away. Those were good times."
"Yeah, they were awesome times. Now, it's felt like this place has sort of... matured more. It's like almost everyone is so serious now, with a few exceptions."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Morninh, bud! How you doing this cold, cold morning?*
*Cold? Where are you from? It's already 54 here, and it's only a little past 8 am!*
*My body is sensitive to temperature, okay? I don't got a lot of body fat, so it's easy for me to be cold if it's slightly nippy.*
*Fair enough, lol. I don't have a lot of body fat either, courtesy of a ridiculously high metabolism, but I rarely need a sweatshirt if it's above around 45.*
*Morninh, bud! How you doing this cold, cold morning?*
*Cold? Where are you from? It's already 54 here, and it's only a little past 8 am!*
*My body is sensitive to temperature, okay? I don't got a lot of body fat, so it's easy for me to be cold if it's slightly nippy.*
*Fair enough, lol. I don't have a lot of body fat either, courtesy of a ridiculously high metabolism, but I rarely need a sweatshirt if it's above around 45.*
*I live in florida.... Its like 75 rn*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*Morninh, bud! How you doing this cold, cold morning?*
*Cold? Where are you from? It's already 54 here, and it's only a little past 8 am!*
*My body is sensitive to temperature, okay? I don't got a lot of body fat, so it's easy for me to be cold if it's slightly nippy.*
*Fair enough, lol. I don't have a lot of body fat either, courtesy of a ridiculously high metabolism, but I rarely need a sweatshirt if it's above around 45.*
*-cries- Last year I was like 240lbs, now I'm 160lbs, the temperature difference is astounding.*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
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*-buzzing intensifies-*
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.
"Something.... It sounds angry inside"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, Allison has been flipping between life and death like a ball between rackets. I'm not sure what to think after she committed suicide... Meanwhile, I've been trying to find something to do with myself. Orvar has grown...distant...lately, and hasn't given me any orders except remaining in place."
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"
*-Intense buzzzzzzzzing-*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hmmm... curse Orvar for not giving me ears. Do you mind if I listen through you, Oval?"
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"
"Oh... man, that sounds rough." She drinks the rest of her coffee and goes silent for a bit, then smiles. "Hey, wanna throw Q'ilbrith into the void again?"
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.
Flanne is looking for a dragon with his book.
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.
*Any specific dragon, because Phantom, my HB dragon character, is standing in the edge of the forest, waiting for Theren's ghost so he can try to resurrect him.*
*Good morning!*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*Morning Chris!*
*Morninh, bud! How you doing this cold, cold morning?*
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.
"sure" they said and reached out a hand for Q'il
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cold? Where are you from? It's already 54 here, and it's only a little past 8 am!*
*My body is sensitive to temperature, okay? I don't got a lot of body fat, so it's easy for me to be cold if it's slightly nippy.*
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.
He chuckles, "He's too careful now, I'm not sure we could do it. Besides, he's probably heard you say that and is staying far far away. Those were good times."
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 Chris!*
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"
"Yeah, they were awesome times. Now, it's felt like this place has sort of... matured more. It's like almost everyone is so serious now, with a few exceptions."
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.
*Fair enough, lol. I don't have a lot of body fat either, courtesy of a ridiculously high metabolism, but I rarely need a sweatshirt if it's above around 45.*
*I live in florida.... Its like 75 rn*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*-cries- Last year I was like 240lbs, now I'm 160lbs, the temperature difference is astounding.*
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.