Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Soldaer walks directly over to her. You did amazing, dear. Now though, I'm guessing you wouldn't say no to a bit of healing magic, would you? He asks, joking to cover up his concern at her wounds.
She smiles "Why thank and yes i would please, as fast as possible" she said. Tink flaps her wings and lands on Soldaer's head while Bonk sits on Shade's back like a tiny dragon cowbot riding off into the sunset on the giant fey beast.
Soldaer glances over at them quickly, and chuckles at their continued antics, before turning his attention back to Oscar. He lays a hand on her chest, where most of the wounds seem to be, and his hands starts glowing slightly as he mutters a few words in druidic under his breath.
(7th level Cure wounds: 38)
(HP: 189/202)
She seems to be in less pain now, still a little sore but in less pain. She sits up, examining her spot from where she was and staring her blood that soaked through the fabric of the couch. "I might have to pay them for a new sofa" she joked, knowing she would pay anyways.
Soldaer chuckles. "With how many magic users are in here, I'm sure someone can clean it up." He looks her over again. "If you need it, I have more spells ready that I can use."
She chuckles "Ill be fine, besides i need something to do inside while i heal" she said and smiled. She reached up and plucked Tink off of his head and petted the Pseudodragon.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
She punches him gently "Im bleeding right now, Keep them thoughts to yourself Lover" she said
Soldaer laughs. I wasn't talking about right now, and you know it, dear. There are plenty of non-strenuous things we can do while you rest.
*Intended innuendos, or pointing out that an unintentional statement could be one, counts as 18+. Pls adhere to the rules*
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Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
"Ill be fine" she said and waved a hand "I have lived three lifetimes, whose says ill die now"
"Quite an achievement, and it looks like you're in ..." he looks over at Soldaer, noticing how he regards her, "... good hands, so I'll leave you to your rest then."
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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.
A large shadow passes over the tavern, then again a few moments later. Something appears to be circling above, thousands of feet in the air, blocking out the sun every few seconds
Phantom looks up from his discussion with Theren's ghost. (Passive perception 34, or 37 perception check.)
Its... Hard to tell from this distance what it is, but its definitely a huge winged creature...
Phantom peers at it a bit closer, before decided to get a closer look. With a sudden flurry of motion, he takes off, climbing rapidly towards it.
*Speed? Dashing?*
*120 ft fly speed, and yes, dashing*
After around a minute, he can see it a bit more clearly. It looks like a large grey bird, with glowing blue patterns on the undersides of its wings. Something also appears to be on its back. Hes about 1000 ft away now
Phantom slows down now (No longer dashing, but still full flight speed), but continues to move closer.
Around 500 ft away, it looks to him and nods. The thing on its back seems to be some sort of black box, around 7' by 5'
Phantom nods back and comes closer, until he's in telepathic range What brings you here? He asks in draconic.
It tilts its head, seeming to understand, but no response is heard
Phantom nods. Come. You'll be safe near the tavern. With that, Phantom banks and dives back down toward the tavern.
It dives, following, and a small shriek is heard momentarily from the box
After about a minute, Phantom opens his wings, slowing his descent about 200 feet above the tavern, and he starts circling the tavern until he lands near the training field.
It continues circling, around 30 feet up
Phantom looks up, and cocks his head. You don't want to land?
It shakes its head, motioning to the box
You're carrying a prisoner?
It shakes its head again
Phantom thinks about this for a minute. You have a passenger, that much I know. Do you need help with getting him or her off?
It nods
Phantom nods, smiling. I'll see what I can do. He shifts back to his elf form, and teleports onto it's back. (He has Far Step as an innate 3/day)
It mostly seems a solid box, though one part has an engraved outline looking like itd be a doorway, but theres no handle or anything
Phantom notices this, and calls telepathically, in common, to whoever is inside. How do you open this thing?
A female voice responds That depends on who the hell is asking me
Phantom chuckles. I'm called Phantom. Full name is Phantomizakell, but no one really calls me that. I'm a dragon, and was trying to get your mount to land, but it won't out of concern for you, I'm presuming.
It doesnt land without being told to. What plan and/or layer or world have we arrived on?
It's the world of Entropy. You're relatively close to a place known as "The Tavern at the End of the World." It's kind of a multiversal safe zone. You'll find just about any entity you can imagine here.
So..... Sogel part 2... The door is a pattern lock sort of thing. To open someone needs to 'draw' on it with a finger the image of a keyhole
Got it. Phantom sets his finger on the door, and carefully draws the outline of a keyhole on it.
Or rather, who do you think you are? Friends with drug addicts, lost and broke, getting invilved with the wrong people. You’re a werewolf right? Why didn’t you protect them? Why didn’t YOU take the bullet? You would have lived, unless it were silver. And even then, aren’t wolves all about pack loyalty? Where is your loyalty?
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Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Soldaer walks directly over to her. You did amazing, dear. Now though, I'm guessing you wouldn't say no to a bit of healing magic, would you? He asks, joking to cover up his concern at her wounds.
She smiles "Why thank and yes i would please, as fast as possible" she said. Tink flaps her wings and lands on Soldaer's head while Bonk sits on Shade's back like a tiny dragon cowbot riding off into the sunset on the giant fey beast.
Soldaer glances over at them quickly, and chuckles at their continued antics, before turning his attention back to Oscar. He lays a hand on her chest, where most of the wounds seem to be, and his hands starts glowing slightly as he mutters a few words in druidic under his breath.
(7th level Cure wounds: 38)
(HP: 189/202)
She seems to be in less pain now, still a little sore but in less pain. She sits up, examining her spot from where she was and staring her blood that soaked through the fabric of the couch. "I might have to pay them for a new sofa" she joked, knowing she would pay anyways.
Soldaer chuckles. "With how many magic users are in here, I'm sure someone can clean it up." He looks her over again. "If you need it, I have more spells ready that I can use."
She chuckles "Ill be fine, besides i need something to do inside while i heal" she said and smiled. She reached up and plucked Tink off of his head and petted the Pseudodragon.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
She punches him gently "Im bleeding right now, Keep them thoughts to yourself Lover" she said
Soldaer laughs. I wasn't talking about right now, and you know it, dear. There are plenty of non-strenuous things we can do while you rest.
"Yes, like im going to nap for six hours on the floor" She said and tried to stand up, wincing a bit,
"Woah there, dear." He says aloud. "Let me help you up." He moves so that she can rest her arm around his shoulders, supporting her a bit.
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
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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.
Or rather, who do you think you are? Friends with drug addicts, lost and broke, getting invilved with the wrong people. You’re a werewolf right? Why didn’t you protect them? Why didn’t YOU take the bullet? You would have lived, unless it were silver. And even then, aren’t wolves all about pack loyalty? Where is your loyalty?
YOU SHUT UP! YOU WEREN'T THERE! I WOULD'VE TAKEN A THOUSAND SILVER BULLETS FOR THEM, BUT NO, I GOT THERE TOO LATE SO SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I assume Cyno went off, so putting Wolfe in a time warp.*
Wolfe is playing some music in her room.
Wyatt is snacking on his sugar cubes, watching the shadowy thing from the roof.
Sharlene is drinking.
*Is their door open? [Mischeviousness intensifies]*
*Yep.*
*Can i get her passive perception, or a perception check, whichever is easier :)*
*Passive is 23. :)*
*Oh yeah, thats high enough*
She notices a paper white figure watching her from the doorway, making some semblance of an attempt to hide
Wolfe looks at them for a bit, pausing and very obviously noticing.
They seem suprised they were noticed, looking around quickly for something to distract her with
Wolfe's room is fairly messy, various rock music related memorabilia is lying around, some rock band posters were on one wall, a pile of clothes in a corner, some papers spread out on a desk...
They rummage in their pockets for a second, before throwing a pop snap at the floor infront of her
-confused Wolfe.mp3-
They slowly reach inside and grab a CD (I think those exist)
"What are you doing here?"
They freeze up for a second, then look back at her, "Nothing...."
Insight: 27
They aren't doing 'nothing'
"What are you really doing?"
"I was... watching you play."
"Oddly enough, you're not the first to do this."
*Yep, you missed. It's alright a lot of people are on rn.*
"Thats good. Am i the first to do this?" They ask, transforming into an exact copy of wolfe, outfit and all , except for the eyes which stay the grayish white color
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
"Ill be fine" she said and waved a hand "I have lived three lifetimes, whose says ill die now"
"Quite an achievement, and it looks like you're in ..." he looks over at Soldaer, noticing how he regards her, "... good hands, so I'll leave you to your rest then."
Oscar salutes the halfling and curls up on the couch to pass out
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
*I assume Cyno went off, so putting Wolfe in a time warp.*
Wolfe is playing some music in her room.
Wyatt is snacking on his sugar cubes, watching the shadowy thing from the roof.
Sharlene is drinking.
*Is their door open? [Mischeviousness intensifies]*
*Yep.*
*Can i get her passive perception, or a perception check, whichever is easier :)*
*Passive is 23. :)*
*Oh yeah, thats high enough*
She notices a paper white figure watching her from the doorway, making some semblance of an attempt to hide
Wolfe looks at them for a bit, pausing and very obviously noticing.
They seem suprised they were noticed, looking around quickly for something to distract her with
Wolfe's room is fairly messy, various rock music related memorabilia is lying around, some rock band posters were on one wall, a pile of clothes in a corner, some papers spread out on a desk...
They rummage in their pockets for a second, before throwing a pop snap at the floor infront of her
-confused Wolfe.mp3-
They slowly reach inside and grab a CD (I think those exist)
"What are you doing here?"
They freeze up for a second, then look back at her, "Nothing...."
Insight: 27
They aren't doing 'nothing'
"What are you really doing?"
"I was... watching you play."
"Oddly enough, you're not the first to do this."
*Yep, you missed. It's alright a lot of people are on rn.*
"Thats good. Am i the first to do this?" They ask, transforming into an exact copy of wolfe, outfit and all , except for the eyes which stay the grayish white color
"That's a bit creepy, but yes, you are."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A large shadow passes over the tavern, then again a few moments later. Something appears to be circling above, thousands of feet in the air, blocking out the sun every few seconds
Phantom looks up from his discussion with Theren's ghost. (Passive perception 34, or 37 perception check.)
Its... Hard to tell from this distance what it is, but its definitely a huge winged creature...
Phantom peers at it a bit closer, before decided to get a closer look. With a sudden flurry of motion, he takes off, climbing rapidly towards it.
*Speed? Dashing?*
*120 ft fly speed, and yes, dashing*
After around a minute, he can see it a bit more clearly. It looks like a large grey bird, with glowing blue patterns on the undersides of its wings. Something also appears to be on its back. Hes about 1000 ft away now
Phantom slows down now (No longer dashing, but still full flight speed), but continues to move closer.
Around 500 ft away, it looks to him and nods. The thing on its back seems to be some sort of black box, around 7' by 5'
Phantom nods back and comes closer, until he's in telepathic range What brings you here? He asks in draconic.
It tilts its head, seeming to understand, but no response is heard
Phantom nods. Come. You'll be safe near the tavern. With that, Phantom banks and dives back down toward the tavern.
It dives, following, and a small shriek is heard momentarily from the box
After about a minute, Phantom opens his wings, slowing his descent about 200 feet above the tavern, and he starts circling the tavern until he lands near the training field.
It continues circling, around 30 feet up
Phantom looks up, and cocks his head. You don't want to land?
It shakes its head, motioning to the box
You're carrying a prisoner?
It shakes its head again
Phantom thinks about this for a minute. You have a passenger, that much I know. Do you need help with getting him or her off?
It nods
Phantom nods, smiling. I'll see what I can do. He shifts back to his elf form, and teleports onto it's back. (He has Far Step as an innate 3/day)
It mostly seems a solid box, though one part has an engraved outline looking like itd be a doorway, but theres no handle or anything
Phantom notices this, and calls telepathically, in common, to whoever is inside. How do you open this thing?
A female voice responds That depends on who the hell is asking me
Phantom chuckles. I'm called Phantom. Full name is Phantomizakell, but no one really calls me that. I'm a dragon, and was trying to get your mount to land, but it won't out of concern for you, I'm presuming.
It doesnt land without being told to. What plan and/or layer or world have we arrived on?
It's the world of Entropy. You're relatively close to a place known as "The Tavern at the End of the World." It's kind of a multiversal safe zone. You'll find just about any entity you can imagine here.
So..... Sogel part 2... The door is a pattern lock sort of thing. To open someone needs to 'draw' on it with a finger the image of a keyhole
Got it. Phantom sets his finger on the door, and carefully draws the outline of a keyhole on it.
The box seems to dissolve into air. Sitting there now is what appears to be a human woman, with dark green eyes, and black hair, that seems to strangely reflect the light around it. She wears finer clothing, and has a small emerald studded pendent in the shape of a seashell, with dragon-like wings sprouting from it
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Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Soldaer walks directly over to her. You did amazing, dear. Now though, I'm guessing you wouldn't say no to a bit of healing magic, would you? He asks, joking to cover up his concern at her wounds.
She smiles "Why thank and yes i would please, as fast as possible" she said. Tink flaps her wings and lands on Soldaer's head while Bonk sits on Shade's back like a tiny dragon cowbot riding off into the sunset on the giant fey beast.
Soldaer glances over at them quickly, and chuckles at their continued antics, before turning his attention back to Oscar. He lays a hand on her chest, where most of the wounds seem to be, and his hands starts glowing slightly as he mutters a few words in druidic under his breath.
(7th level Cure wounds: 38)
(HP: 189/202)
She seems to be in less pain now, still a little sore but in less pain. She sits up, examining her spot from where she was and staring her blood that soaked through the fabric of the couch. "I might have to pay them for a new sofa" she joked, knowing she would pay anyways.
Soldaer chuckles. "With how many magic users are in here, I'm sure someone can clean it up." He looks her over again. "If you need it, I have more spells ready that I can use."
She chuckles "Ill be fine, besides i need something to do inside while i heal" she said and smiled. She reached up and plucked Tink off of his head and petted the Pseudodragon.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
She punches him gently "Im bleeding right now, Keep them thoughts to yourself Lover" she said
Soldaer laughs. I wasn't talking about right now, and you know it, dear. There are plenty of non-strenuous things we can do while you rest.
"Yes, like im going to nap for six hours on the floor" She said and tried to stand up, wincing a bit,
"Woah there, dear." He says aloud. "Let me help you up." He moves so that she can rest her arm around his shoulders, supporting her a bit.
"Ill be fine" she said and chuckled "But i thank you for the help"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A large shadow passes over the tavern, then again a few moments later. Something appears to be circling above, thousands of feet in the air, blocking out the sun every few seconds
Phantom looks up from his discussion with Theren's ghost. (Passive perception 34, or 37 perception check.)
Its... Hard to tell from this distance what it is, but its definitely a huge winged creature...
Phantom peers at it a bit closer, before decided to get a closer look. With a sudden flurry of motion, he takes off, climbing rapidly towards it.
*Speed? Dashing?*
*120 ft fly speed, and yes, dashing*
After around a minute, he can see it a bit more clearly. It looks like a large grey bird, with glowing blue patterns on the undersides of its wings. Something also appears to be on its back. Hes about 1000 ft away now
Phantom slows down now (No longer dashing, but still full flight speed), but continues to move closer.
Around 500 ft away, it looks to him and nods. The thing on its back seems to be some sort of black box, around 7' by 5'
Phantom nods back and comes closer, until he's in telepathic range What brings you here? He asks in draconic.
It tilts its head, seeming to understand, but no response is heard
Phantom nods. Come. You'll be safe near the tavern. With that, Phantom banks and dives back down toward the tavern.
It dives, following, and a small shriek is heard momentarily from the box
After about a minute, Phantom opens his wings, slowing his descent about 200 feet above the tavern, and he starts circling the tavern until he lands near the training field.
It continues circling, around 30 feet up
Phantom looks up, and cocks his head. You don't want to land?
It shakes its head, motioning to the box
You're carrying a prisoner?
It shakes its head again
Phantom thinks about this for a minute. You have a passenger, that much I know. Do you need help with getting him or her off?
It nods
Phantom nods, smiling. I'll see what I can do. He shifts back to his elf form, and teleports onto it's back. (He has Far Step as an innate 3/day)
It mostly seems a solid box, though one part has an engraved outline looking like itd be a doorway, but theres no handle or anything
Phantom notices this, and calls telepathically, in common, to whoever is inside. How do you open this thing?
A female voice responds That depends on who the hell is asking me
Phantom chuckles. I'm called Phantom. Full name is Phantomizakell, but no one really calls me that. I'm a dragon, and was trying to get your mount to land, but it won't out of concern for you, I'm presuming.
It doesnt land without being told to. What plan and/or layer or world have we arrived on?
It's the world of Entropy. You're relatively close to a place known as "The Tavern at the End of the World." It's kind of a multiversal safe zone. You'll find just about any entity you can imagine here.
So..... Sogel part 2... The door is a pattern lock sort of thing. To open someone needs to 'draw' on it with a finger the image of a keyhole
Got it. Phantom sets his finger on the door, and carefully draws the outline of a keyhole on it.
The box seems to dissolve into air. Sitting there now is what appears to be a human woman, with dark green eyes, and black hair, that seems to strangely reflect the light around it. She wears finer clothing, and has a small emerald studded pendent in the shape of a seashell, with dragon-like wings sprouting from it
"Welcome to Entropy, ma'am." Phantom says with a smile, before teleporting back off the spectwing (already figured that out, lol).
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but really, I'm alright." He seems mildly nervous around Soldaer
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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.
A cart loaded with goods rolls up to the tavern. It looked normal from a distance, but the bronze horse drawing the cart neither breaths, nor sweats. In fact, it's neck is riddled with holes, out of which a cloud of steam wafts. The rider of the cart is hidden behind the cloud of steam as he dismounts and walks into the tavern.
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.
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Soldaer walks directly over to her. You did amazing, dear. Now though, I'm guessing you wouldn't say no to a bit of healing magic, would you? He asks, joking to cover up his concern at her wounds.
She smiles "Why thank and yes i would please, as fast as possible" she said. Tink flaps her wings and lands on Soldaer's head while Bonk sits on Shade's back like a tiny dragon cowbot riding off into the sunset on the giant fey beast.
Soldaer glances over at them quickly, and chuckles at their continued antics, before turning his attention back to Oscar. He lays a hand on her chest, where most of the wounds seem to be, and his hands starts glowing slightly as he mutters a few words in druidic under his breath.
(7th level Cure wounds: 38)
(HP: 189/202)
She seems to be in less pain now, still a little sore but in less pain. She sits up, examining her spot from where she was and staring her blood that soaked through the fabric of the couch. "I might have to pay them for a new sofa" she joked, knowing she would pay anyways.
Soldaer chuckles. "With how many magic users are in here, I'm sure someone can clean it up." He looks her over again. "If you need it, I have more spells ready that I can use."
She chuckles "Ill be fine, besides i need something to do inside while i heal" she said and smiled. She reached up and plucked Tink off of his head and petted the Pseudodragon.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
She punches him gently "Im bleeding right now, Keep them thoughts to yourself Lover" she said
Soldaer laughs. I wasn't talking about right now, and you know it, dear. There are plenty of non-strenuous things we can do while you rest.
"Yes, like im going to nap for six hours on the floor" She said and tried to stand up, wincing a bit,
"Woah there, dear." He says aloud. "Let me help you up." He moves so that she can rest her arm around his shoulders, supporting her a bit.
"Ill be fine" she said and chuckled "But i thank you for the help"
Of course, dear. He says with a genuine, but worried smile. I'm definitely going to need to help you up the stairs, and don't you dare try and go all independent on me!
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*Intended innuendos, or pointing out that an unintentional statement could be one, counts as 18+. Pls adhere to the rules*
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)
"Quite an achievement, and it looks like you're in ..." he looks over at Soldaer, noticing how he regards her, "... good hands, so I'll leave you to your rest then."
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"
Got it. Phantom sets his finger on the door, and carefully draws the outline of a keyhole on it.
Or rather, who do you think you are? Friends with drug addicts, lost and broke, getting invilved with the wrong people. You’re a werewolf right? Why didn’t you protect them? Why didn’t YOU take the bullet? You would have lived, unless it were silver. And even then, aren’t wolves all about pack loyalty? Where is your loyalty?
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Woah there, dear." He says aloud. "Let me help you up." He moves so that she can rest her arm around his shoulders, supporting her a bit.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
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"
YOU SHUT UP! YOU WEREN'T THERE! I WOULD'VE TAKEN A THOUSAND SILVER BULLETS FOR THEM, BUT NO, I GOT THERE TOO LATE SO SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!
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.
"Thats good. Am i the first to do this?" They ask, transforming into an exact copy of wolfe, outfit and all , except for the eyes which stay the grayish white color
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
Oscar salutes the halfling and curls up on the couch to pass out
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
*lol Fin being all polite and then I refresh the page and see Wolfe about ready to rip Atemos's head off. The tavern is so delightfully weird.*
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"
"That's a bit creepy, but yes, you are."
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.
The box seems to dissolve into air. Sitting there now is what appears to be a human woman, with dark green eyes, and black hair, that seems to strangely reflect the light around it. She wears finer clothing, and has a small emerald studded pendent in the shape of a seashell, with dragon-like wings sprouting from it
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)
"Ill be fine" she said and chuckled "But i thank you for the help"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Pfft, yeah, gotta love the diversity. Why did segregation ever have to exist? Stuff only gets better the more mixed up it is. Like pizza toppings.*
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.
"Welcome to Entropy, ma'am." Phantom says with a smile, before teleporting back off the spectwing (already figured that out, lol).
"Thank you, but really, I'm alright." He seems mildly nervous around Soldaer
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"
Wolfe is sitting on a couch, looking rabid and tears fall from her eyes.
Wyatt watches the giant bird and Phantom from the roof.
-insert whoever, my brain is melted at this point in the day-
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.
A cart loaded with goods rolls up to the tavern. It looked normal from a distance, but the bronze horse drawing the cart neither breaths, nor sweats. In fact, it's neck is riddled with holes, out of which a cloud of steam wafts. The rider of the cart is hidden behind the cloud of steam as he dismounts and walks into the tavern.
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.
Of course, dear. He says with a genuine, but worried smile. I'm definitely going to need to help you up the stairs, and don't you dare try and go all independent on me!