"...YOU [1GP]!" A hand shoots up and grips Poppy's throat, the hand turns to a werewolf hand. For the grapple: 19
Poppy lets out a small squeek before she's grabbed, grabbing wolfe's wrist to keep from being choked
After breathing heavily for a moment, Wolfe focuses onto Poppy, blinking a few times. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Poppy!" She let go quickly.
"Jeez," Poppy breaths heavily for a moment, "Gotta say, you're the first gal to choke me," she rubs her throat,
"Sorry, I sort of had an... intruder in my head."
"I'm not complaining, just give warning if you want to do something like that. Thought i was about to get eaten, full instincts kicked in for a second. Who was in your mind?"
"I don't know, never heard his voice before."
*Poppy: Sneakily flirts*
*Wolfe: Sorry, just got mentally bullied.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
Soldaer raises and eyebrow at Fin's comment.
24 insight check.
*Because of that awesome roll, he notices two things about Fin. First, Fin is mildly afraid of magic, lending a potential reason as to why he's nervous around Soldaer. The second is this: he is attracted to Oscar, which is partially why he offered his help. Though when he did he had no idea that Soldaer and Oscar were together. Now he's caught in what is - for him - a very awkward situation.*
*WHEEZE*
*Thank you for the feedback Lawrence that was touching.*
*Keep in mind that all of this is now laid bare to Soldaer's perception, for him to do what he will with it.*
*I know, im gonna sit back and cause chaos for both of you*
*Dumb what if time cuz CHAOS: what if Oscar heard the whole psychic conversation.*
*Defiantly not creating a telepathy ring for her rn*
*lol*
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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.
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
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
Soldaer raises and eyebrow at Fin's comment.
24 insight check.
*Because of that awesome roll, he notices two things about Fin. First, Fin is mildly afraid of magic, lending a potential reason as to why he's nervous around Soldaer. The second is this: he is attracted to Oscar, which is partially why he offered his help. Though when he did he had no idea that Soldaer and Oscar were together. Now he's caught in what is - for him - a very awkward situation.*
Soldaer switches to telepathy. Look, I understand being intimidated by magic, Fin. It can be scary, especially in the hands of someone who doesn't know how to control it. There's kindness and sympathy in Soldaer's expression. I also completely understand why you're attracted to Oscar, but considering your fear of magic, she isn't the best choice for you, friend. She collects magic items, and is a powerful mage herself. There's no anger towards Fin, maybe just a tad bit of jealousy and protectiveness, but not a trace of anger.
"That was a ... disturbingly precise level of insight. Also I hadn't a thought in my mind about, y'know, her as soon as I saw you two were together. As for the fear of magic, though, I'm sure I can get over it. It's just a minor phobia, one I've been working on eradicating recently."
Soldaer nods, smiling. Good, on both counts. He says with a slight laugh. I also know a decent bit of medicine myself, but I just prefer using magic to heal as it is usually faster and easier.
Albwin is sleeping on the couch. His hair flutters off of his forehead each time he breathes out.
Osmar is drawing in his journal.
My new character is rolling a marble for his pseudodragon
The person in the bronze suit glances over as his clockwork canary tries to play with the pseudodragon.
The pseudodragon tilts its head and blinks at it with bright green eyes
The person's armor creaks and the canary hops around the dragon. The wielding mask looks at the other person and says: "Sorry about that. I can stop it if you want me to."
Eaton looks up. "No its fine. Smidge needs a playmate."
The person extends a gauntleted hand. "My name is Paris. Nice to meet you. And Smidge."
Eaton shakes the hand. "Names Eaton, Eaton Mersk. Druid of the Swordcoast."
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
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
Soldaer raises and eyebrow at Fin's comment.
24 insight check.
*Because of that awesome roll, he notices two things about Fin. First, Fin is mildly afraid of magic, lending a potential reason as to why he's nervous around Soldaer. The second is this: he is attracted to Oscar, which is partially why he offered his help. Though when he did he had no idea that Soldaer and Oscar were together. Now he's caught in what is - for him - a very awkward situation.*
*WHEEZE*
*Thank you for the feedback Lawrence that was touching.*
*Keep in mind that all of this is now laid bare to Soldaer's perception, for him to do what he will with it.*
*I know, im gonna sit back and cause chaos for both of you*
*Dumb what if time cuz CHAOS: what if Oscar heard the whole psychic conversation.*
*Defiantly not creating a telepathy ring for her rn*
*lol*
*-Lawrence writing a whole page at the moment for a telepathy breaker ring-*
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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.
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!
"I swear to the gods, I shall be fine" she said "Besides, I cast healing upon myself"
Soldaer chuckles. I may be only a Druid, but I know the ways of other mages well. By the spells you were slinging you are either a sorcerer or wizard, but considering I saw no spellbook that you were reciting spells from, I'd say sorcerer. If I'm not mistaken, sorcerers are pretty much purely offense in nature, with no healing, so...." He smiles, oddly touched that she would try and cover that up, but knowing full well that his logic was pretty much unassailable. I don't doubt you'll be fine, dear, but you still need to be careful, which means LETTING ME HELP YOU! He yells, but he maintains a joking tone so that Oscar knows he's not angry in the least.
She sticks out her tongue "Fine,... I don't have m a n y healing spells, pretty much none. But ill be fine, like I said before. But.... Thank you for helping me" she said and smiled warmly
He sticks his tongue right back out at her. You are a stubborn one, aren't you, my love? He asks jokingly, a warm smile on his face as he helps lead her back upstairs to his room.
She shrugs "Maybe I am, Maybe I am not" she says and points to a door with a warding rune burnt on it "This one is mine" she said and chuckled.
The room was small and made of dark wood with a intricate painted ceiling of some sort of mirroring plane to this. A bed is in the corner of the room, the main wall has a fireplace that glows a ghostly blue whenever a fire inside is lit. A crown-helmet of sorts sits on the mantle, it has three metal horns protruding out of it. Millions of books, tomes, and scroll are piled in one corner of the room, the corner is also covered in maps Oscar hand drew with such precise accuracy. The single window is covered in different planet curling up the window frame or sitting in their respective pots. A desk sits by her bed, it is covered in papers and books. Newspaper scraps with the name "Alleck" cover it as well. She smiles "Home sweet home"
Soldaer follows her in, closing the door behind them. Tired of my place already? He asks, pretending to sound hurt.
"Oh please. Its looks like a far created it and that is the coolest (GP) ever" she said and flopped on her bed, wincing a bit. "I just fifty drinks, twenty naps, and a numerous amounts of painkillers, and I will alright" she said and chuckled.
Soldaer chuckles. "You know I had plenty of drinks back in my place. As for naps, you're on your own, and painkillers, well, I have magic, but otherwise not too much."
Albwin is sleeping on the couch. His hair flutters off of his forehead each time he breathes out.
Osmar is drawing in his journal.
My new character is rolling a marble for his pseudodragon
The person in the bronze suit glances over as his clockwork canary tries to play with the pseudodragon.
The pseudodragon tilts its head and blinks at it with bright green eyes
The person's armor creaks and the canary hops around the dragon. The wielding mask looks at the other person and says: "Sorry about that. I can stop it if you want me to."
Eaton looks up. "No its fine. Smidge needs a playmate."
The person extends a gauntleted hand. "My name is Paris. Nice to meet you. And Smidge."
Eaton shakes the hand. "Names Eaton, Eaton Mersk. Druid of the Swordcoast."
The machine underneath the Paris' cloak spits out more steam. "A druid huh? Never met a druid. I go by He/Him by the way, and I am an artificer, if you haven't guessed already."
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.
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
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
Soldaer raises and eyebrow at Fin's comment.
24 insight check.
*Because of that awesome roll, he notices two things about Fin. First, Fin is mildly afraid of magic, lending a potential reason as to why he's nervous around Soldaer. The second is this: he is attracted to Oscar, which is partially why he offered his help. Though when he did he had no idea that Soldaer and Oscar were together. Now he's caught in what is - for him - a very awkward situation.*
Soldaer switches to telepathy. Look, I understand being intimidated by magic, Fin. It can be scary, especially in the hands of someone who doesn't know how to control it. There's kindness and sympathy in Soldaer's expression. I also completely understand why you're attracted to Oscar, but considering your fear of magic, she isn't the best choice for you, friend. She collects magic items, and is a powerful mage herself. There's no anger towards Fin, maybe just a tad bit of jealousy and protectiveness, but not a trace of anger.
"That was a ... disturbingly precise level of insight. Also I hadn't a thought in my mind about, y'know, her as soon as I saw you two were together. As for the fear of magic, though, I'm sure I can get over it. It's just a minor phobia, one I've been working on eradicating recently."
Soldaer nods, smiling. Good, on both counts. He says with a slight laugh. I also know a decent bit of medicine myself, but I just prefer using magic to heal as it is usually faster and easier.
"Good to know there's another medic in the place should I ever need one."
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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.
Albwin is sleeping on the couch. His hair flutters off of his forehead each time he breathes out.
Osmar is drawing in his journal.
My new character is rolling a marble for his pseudodragon
The person in the bronze suit glances over as his clockwork canary tries to play with the pseudodragon.
The pseudodragon tilts its head and blinks at it with bright green eyes
The person's armor creaks and the canary hops around the dragon. The wielding mask looks at the other person and says: "Sorry about that. I can stop it if you want me to."
Eaton looks up. "No its fine. Smidge needs a playmate."
The person extends a gauntleted hand. "My name is Paris. Nice to meet you. And Smidge."
Eaton shakes the hand. "Names Eaton, Eaton Mersk. Druid of the Swordcoast."
The machine underneath the Paris' cloak spits out more steam. "A druid huh? Never met a druid. I go by He/Him by the way, and I am an artificer, if you haven't guessed already."
"Huh, never heard of an artificer. I also go by he/him." Eaton chuckles a little. "Sorry, I haven't been around people for a long time."
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
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
Soldaer raises and eyebrow at Fin's comment.
24 insight check.
*Because of that awesome roll, he notices two things about Fin. First, Fin is mildly afraid of magic, lending a potential reason as to why he's nervous around Soldaer. The second is this: he is attracted to Oscar, which is partially why he offered his help. Though when he did he had no idea that Soldaer and Oscar were together. Now he's caught in what is - for him - a very awkward situation.*
*WHEEZE*
*Thank you for the feedback Lawrence that was touching.*
*Keep in mind that all of this is now laid bare to Soldaer's perception, for him to do what he will with it.*
*I know, im gonna sit back and cause chaos for both of you*
*Dumb what if time cuz CHAOS: what if Oscar heard the whole psychic conversation.*
*Defiantly not creating a telepathy ring for her rn*
*lol*
*-Lawrence writing a whole page at the moment for a telepathy breaker ring-*
*You write it, and it's possible that Soldaer may have it in one of his chests and not know what it is, lol. After all, he has a literal dragon's hoard of wealth.*
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!
"I swear to the gods, I shall be fine" she said "Besides, I cast healing upon myself"
Soldaer chuckles. I may be only a Druid, but I know the ways of other mages well. By the spells you were slinging you are either a sorcerer or wizard, but considering I saw no spellbook that you were reciting spells from, I'd say sorcerer. If I'm not mistaken, sorcerers are pretty much purely offense in nature, with no healing, so...." He smiles, oddly touched that she would try and cover that up, but knowing full well that his logic was pretty much unassailable. I don't doubt you'll be fine, dear, but you still need to be careful, which means LETTING ME HELP YOU! He yells, but he maintains a joking tone so that Oscar knows he's not angry in the least.
She sticks out her tongue "Fine,... I don't have m a n y healing spells, pretty much none. But ill be fine, like I said before. But.... Thank you for helping me" she said and smiled warmly
He sticks his tongue right back out at her. You are a stubborn one, aren't you, my love? He asks jokingly, a warm smile on his face as he helps lead her back upstairs to his room.
She shrugs "Maybe I am, Maybe I am not" she says and points to a door with a warding rune burnt on it "This one is mine" she said and chuckled.
The room was small and made of dark wood with a intricate painted ceiling of some sort of mirroring plane to this. A bed is in the corner of the room, the main wall has a fireplace that glows a ghostly blue whenever a fire inside is lit. A crown-helmet of sorts sits on the mantle, it has three metal horns protruding out of it. Millions of books, tomes, and scroll are piled in one corner of the room, the corner is also covered in maps Oscar hand drew with such precise accuracy. The single window is covered in different planet curling up the window frame or sitting in their respective pots. A desk sits by her bed, it is covered in papers and books. Newspaper scraps with the name "Alleck" cover it as well. She smiles "Home sweet home"
Soldaer follows her in, closing the door behind them. Tired of my place already? He asks, pretending to sound hurt.
"Oh please. Its looks like a far created it and that is the coolest (GP) ever" she said and flopped on her bed, wincing a bit. "I just fifty drinks, twenty naps, and a numerous amounts of painkillers, and I will alright" she said and chuckled.
Soldaer chuckles. "You know I had plenty of drinks back in my place. As for naps, you're on your own, and painkillers, well, I have magic, but otherwise not too much."
*My grammar and English want to kill me*
"Then i shall take a nap, begone with ye cute elfen creature" she said and waved a hand, hugging her pillow.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"...YOU [1GP]!" A hand shoots up and grips Poppy's throat, the hand turns to a werewolf hand. For the grapple: 19
Poppy lets out a small squeek before she's grabbed, grabbing wolfe's wrist to keep from being choked
After breathing heavily for a moment, Wolfe focuses onto Poppy, blinking a few times. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Poppy!" She let go quickly.
"Jeez," Poppy breaths heavily for a moment, "Gotta say, you're the first gal to choke me," she rubs her throat,
"Sorry, I sort of had an... intruder in my head."
"I'm not complaining, just give warning if you want to do something like that. Thought i was about to get eaten, full instincts kicked in for a second. Who was in your mind?"
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
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
Soldaer raises and eyebrow at Fin's comment.
24 insight check.
*Because of that awesome roll, he notices two things about Fin. First, Fin is mildly afraid of magic, lending a potential reason as to why he's nervous around Soldaer. The second is this: he is attracted to Oscar, which is partially why he offered his help. Though when he did he had no idea that Soldaer and Oscar were together. Now he's caught in what is - for him - a very awkward situation.*
Soldaer switches to telepathy. Look, I understand being intimidated by magic, Fin. It can be scary, especially in the hands of someone who doesn't know how to control it. There's kindness and sympathy in Soldaer's expression. I also completely understand why you're attracted to Oscar, but considering your fear of magic, she isn't the best choice for you, friend. She collects magic items, and is a powerful mage herself. There's no anger towards Fin, maybe just a tad bit of jealousy and protectiveness, but not a trace of anger.
"That was a ... disturbingly precise level of insight. Also I hadn't a thought in my mind about, y'know, her as soon as I saw you two were together. As for the fear of magic, though, I'm sure I can get over it. It's just a minor phobia, one I've been working on eradicating recently."
Soldaer nods, smiling. Good, on both counts. He says with a slight laugh. I also know a decent bit of medicine myself, but I just prefer using magic to heal as it is usually faster and easier.
"Good to know there's another medic in the place should I ever need one."
Soldaer nods again. Indeed. I usually use natural ways to heal if I don't or can't use magic, being a druid and all, but they are extremely effective more often than not.
"...YOU [1GP]!" A hand shoots up and grips Poppy's throat, the hand turns to a werewolf hand. For the grapple: 19
Poppy lets out a small squeek before she's grabbed, grabbing wolfe's wrist to keep from being choked
After breathing heavily for a moment, Wolfe focuses onto Poppy, blinking a few times. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Poppy!" She let go quickly.
"Jeez," Poppy breaths heavily for a moment, "Gotta say, you're the first gal to choke me," she rubs her throat,
"Sorry, I sort of had an... intruder in my head."
"I'm not complaining, just give warning if you want to do something like that. Thought i was about to get eaten, full instincts kicked in for a second. Who was in your mind?"
"I don't know, never heard his voice before."
*Poppy: Sneakily flirts*
*Wolfe: Sorry, just got mentally bullied.*
*She try her best*
"Hmm, what did it sound like?"
-describes Atemos's voice, however it sounds-
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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!
"I swear to the gods, I shall be fine" she said "Besides, I cast healing upon myself"
Soldaer chuckles. I may be only a Druid, but I know the ways of other mages well. By the spells you were slinging you are either a sorcerer or wizard, but considering I saw no spellbook that you were reciting spells from, I'd say sorcerer. If I'm not mistaken, sorcerers are pretty much purely offense in nature, with no healing, so...." He smiles, oddly touched that she would try and cover that up, but knowing full well that his logic was pretty much unassailable. I don't doubt you'll be fine, dear, but you still need to be careful, which means LETTING ME HELP YOU! He yells, but he maintains a joking tone so that Oscar knows he's not angry in the least.
She sticks out her tongue "Fine,... I don't have m a n y healing spells, pretty much none. But ill be fine, like I said before. But.... Thank you for helping me" she said and smiled warmly
He sticks his tongue right back out at her. You are a stubborn one, aren't you, my love? He asks jokingly, a warm smile on his face as he helps lead her back upstairs to his room.
She shrugs "Maybe I am, Maybe I am not" she says and points to a door with a warding rune burnt on it "This one is mine" she said and chuckled.
The room was small and made of dark wood with a intricate painted ceiling of some sort of mirroring plane to this. A bed is in the corner of the room, the main wall has a fireplace that glows a ghostly blue whenever a fire inside is lit. A crown-helmet of sorts sits on the mantle, it has three metal horns protruding out of it. Millions of books, tomes, and scroll are piled in one corner of the room, the corner is also covered in maps Oscar hand drew with such precise accuracy. The single window is covered in different planet curling up the window frame or sitting in their respective pots. A desk sits by her bed, it is covered in papers and books. Newspaper scraps with the name "Alleck" cover it as well. She smiles "Home sweet home"
Soldaer follows her in, closing the door behind them. Tired of my place already? He asks, pretending to sound hurt.
"Oh please. Its looks like a far created it and that is the coolest (GP) ever" she said and flopped on her bed, wincing a bit. "I just fifty drinks, twenty naps, and a numerous amounts of painkillers, and I will alright" she said and chuckled.
Soldaer chuckles. "You know I had plenty of drinks back in my place. As for naps, you're on your own, and painkillers, well, I have magic, but otherwise not too much."
*My grammar and English want to kill me*
"Then i shall take a nap, begone with ye cute elfen creature" she said and waved a hand, hugging her pillow.
But what if I don't want to leave? He asks, pretending to be hurt and sad, and making his best over-the-top, dopey puppy-dog-eyes face.
Albwin is sleeping on the couch. His hair flutters off of his forehead each time he breathes out.
Osmar is drawing in his journal.
My new character is rolling a marble for his pseudodragon
The person in the bronze suit glances over as his clockwork canary tries to play with the pseudodragon.
The pseudodragon tilts its head and blinks at it with bright green eyes
The person's armor creaks and the canary hops around the dragon. The wielding mask looks at the other person and says: "Sorry about that. I can stop it if you want me to."
Eaton looks up. "No its fine. Smidge needs a playmate."
The person extends a gauntleted hand. "My name is Paris. Nice to meet you. And Smidge."
Eaton shakes the hand. "Names Eaton, Eaton Mersk. Druid of the Swordcoast."
The machine underneath the Paris' cloak spits out more steam. "A druid huh? Never met a druid. I go by He/Him by the way, and I am an artificer, if you haven't guessed already."
"Huh, never heard of an artificer. I also go by he/him." Eaton chuckles a little. "Sorry, I haven't been around people for a long time."
"Likewise. I was bored, and heard this place was fun." Paris reaches into his cloak and retrieves a small dragon figure, a little smaller than Smidge. "I made this a while ago." He releases it and winds it up.
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!
"I swear to the gods, I shall be fine" she said "Besides, I cast healing upon myself"
Soldaer chuckles. I may be only a Druid, but I know the ways of other mages well. By the spells you were slinging you are either a sorcerer or wizard, but considering I saw no spellbook that you were reciting spells from, I'd say sorcerer. If I'm not mistaken, sorcerers are pretty much purely offense in nature, with no healing, so...." He smiles, oddly touched that she would try and cover that up, but knowing full well that his logic was pretty much unassailable. I don't doubt you'll be fine, dear, but you still need to be careful, which means LETTING ME HELP YOU! He yells, but he maintains a joking tone so that Oscar knows he's not angry in the least.
She sticks out her tongue "Fine,... I don't have m a n y healing spells, pretty much none. But ill be fine, like I said before. But.... Thank you for helping me" she said and smiled warmly
He sticks his tongue right back out at her. You are a stubborn one, aren't you, my love? He asks jokingly, a warm smile on his face as he helps lead her back upstairs to his room.
She shrugs "Maybe I am, Maybe I am not" she says and points to a door with a warding rune burnt on it "This one is mine" she said and chuckled.
The room was small and made of dark wood with a intricate painted ceiling of some sort of mirroring plane to this. A bed is in the corner of the room, the main wall has a fireplace that glows a ghostly blue whenever a fire inside is lit. A crown-helmet of sorts sits on the mantle, it has three metal horns protruding out of it. Millions of books, tomes, and scroll are piled in one corner of the room, the corner is also covered in maps Oscar hand drew with such precise accuracy. The single window is covered in different planet curling up the window frame or sitting in their respective pots. A desk sits by her bed, it is covered in papers and books. Newspaper scraps with the name "Alleck" cover it as well. She smiles "Home sweet home"
Soldaer follows her in, closing the door behind them. Tired of my place already? He asks, pretending to sound hurt.
"Oh please. Its looks like a far created it and that is the coolest (GP) ever" she said and flopped on her bed, wincing a bit. "I just fifty drinks, twenty naps, and a numerous amounts of painkillers, and I will alright" she said and chuckled.
Soldaer chuckles. "You know I had plenty of drinks back in my place. As for naps, you're on your own, and painkillers, well, I have magic, but otherwise not too much."
*My grammar and English want to kill me*
"Then i shall take a nap, begone with ye cute elfen creature" she said and waved a hand, hugging her pillow.
But what if I don't want to leave? He asks, pretending to be hurt and sad, and making his best over-the-top, dopey puppy-dog-eyes face.
"The you can sleep beside me, No funny stuff, i am in pain" She mimics his face
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Albwin is sleeping on the couch. His hair flutters off of his forehead each time he breathes out.
Osmar is drawing in his journal.
My new character is rolling a marble for his pseudodragon
The person in the bronze suit glances over as his clockwork canary tries to play with the pseudodragon.
The pseudodragon tilts its head and blinks at it with bright green eyes
The person's armor creaks and the canary hops around the dragon. The wielding mask looks at the other person and says: "Sorry about that. I can stop it if you want me to."
Eaton looks up. "No its fine. Smidge needs a playmate."
The person extends a gauntleted hand. "My name is Paris. Nice to meet you. And Smidge."
Eaton shakes the hand. "Names Eaton, Eaton Mersk. Druid of the Swordcoast."
The machine underneath the Paris' cloak spits out more steam. "A druid huh? Never met a druid. I go by He/Him by the way, and I am an artificer, if you haven't guessed already."
"Huh, never heard of an artificer. I also go by he/him." Eaton chuckles a little. "Sorry, I haven't been around people for a long time."
"Likewise. I was bored, and heard this place was fun." Paris reaches into his cloak and retrieves a small dragon figure, a little smaller than Smidge. "I made this a while ago." He releases it and winds it up.
"...YOU [1GP]!" A hand shoots up and grips Poppy's throat, the hand turns to a werewolf hand. For the grapple: 19
Poppy lets out a small squeek before she's grabbed, grabbing wolfe's wrist to keep from being choked
After breathing heavily for a moment, Wolfe focuses onto Poppy, blinking a few times. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Poppy!" She let go quickly.
"Jeez," Poppy breaths heavily for a moment, "Gotta say, you're the first gal to choke me," she rubs her throat,
"Sorry, I sort of had an... intruder in my head."
"I'm not complaining, just give warning if you want to do something like that. Thought i was about to get eaten, full instincts kicked in for a second. Who was in your mind?"
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!
"I swear to the gods, I shall be fine" she said "Besides, I cast healing upon myself"
Soldaer chuckles. I may be only a Druid, but I know the ways of other mages well. By the spells you were slinging you are either a sorcerer or wizard, but considering I saw no spellbook that you were reciting spells from, I'd say sorcerer. If I'm not mistaken, sorcerers are pretty much purely offense in nature, with no healing, so...." He smiles, oddly touched that she would try and cover that up, but knowing full well that his logic was pretty much unassailable. I don't doubt you'll be fine, dear, but you still need to be careful, which means LETTING ME HELP YOU! He yells, but he maintains a joking tone so that Oscar knows he's not angry in the least.
She sticks out her tongue "Fine,... I don't have m a n y healing spells, pretty much none. But ill be fine, like I said before. But.... Thank you for helping me" she said and smiled warmly
He sticks his tongue right back out at her. You are a stubborn one, aren't you, my love? He asks jokingly, a warm smile on his face as he helps lead her back upstairs to his room.
She shrugs "Maybe I am, Maybe I am not" she says and points to a door with a warding rune burnt on it "This one is mine" she said and chuckled.
The room was small and made of dark wood with a intricate painted ceiling of some sort of mirroring plane to this. A bed is in the corner of the room, the main wall has a fireplace that glows a ghostly blue whenever a fire inside is lit. A crown-helmet of sorts sits on the mantle, it has three metal horns protruding out of it. Millions of books, tomes, and scroll are piled in one corner of the room, the corner is also covered in maps Oscar hand drew with such precise accuracy. The single window is covered in different planet curling up the window frame or sitting in their respective pots. A desk sits by her bed, it is covered in papers and books. Newspaper scraps with the name "Alleck" cover it as well. She smiles "Home sweet home"
Soldaer follows her in, closing the door behind them. Tired of my place already? He asks, pretending to sound hurt.
"Oh please. Its looks like a far created it and that is the coolest (GP) ever" she said and flopped on her bed, wincing a bit. "I just fifty drinks, twenty naps, and a numerous amounts of painkillers, and I will alright" she said and chuckled.
Soldaer chuckles. "You know I had plenty of drinks back in my place. As for naps, you're on your own, and painkillers, well, I have magic, but otherwise not too much."
*My grammar and English want to kill me*
"Then i shall take a nap, begone with ye cute elfen creature" she said and waved a hand, hugging her pillow.
But what if I don't want to leave? He asks, pretending to be hurt and sad, and making his best over-the-top, dopey puppy-dog-eyes face.
"The you can sleep beside me, No funny stuff, i am in pain" She mimics his face
Soldaer smiles, removing his weapon belt and armor. Of course dear. He says, as he walks over to the bed, and lays down next to her.
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"I don't know, never heard his voice before."
*Poppy: Sneakily flirts*
*Wolfe: Sorry, just got mentally bullied.*
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Soldaer nods, smiling. Good, on both counts. He says with a slight laugh. I also know a decent bit of medicine myself, but I just prefer using magic to heal as it is usually faster and easier.
Eaton shakes the hand. "Names Eaton, Eaton Mersk. Druid of the Swordcoast."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Soldaer chuckles. "You know I had plenty of drinks back in my place. As for naps, you're on your own, and painkillers, well, I have magic, but otherwise not too much."
The machine underneath the Paris' cloak spits out more steam. "A druid huh? Never met a druid. I go by He/Him by the way, and I am an artificer, if you haven't guessed already."
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(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.
"Good to know there's another medic in the place should I ever need one."
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"
"Huh, never heard of an artificer. I also go by he/him." Eaton chuckles a little. "Sorry, I haven't been around people for a long time."
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*My grammar and English want to kill me*
"Then i shall take a nap, begone with ye cute elfen creature" she said and waved a hand, hugging her pillow.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*She try her best*
"Hmm, what did it sound like?"
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Soldaer nods again. Indeed. I usually use natural ways to heal if I don't or can't use magic, being a druid and all, but they are extremely effective more often than not.
-describes Atemos's voice, however it sounds-
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
But what if I don't want to leave? He asks, pretending to be hurt and sad, and making his best over-the-top, dopey puppy-dog-eyes face.
"Likewise. I was bored, and heard this place was fun." Paris reaches into his cloak and retrieves a small dragon figure, a little smaller than Smidge. "I made this a while ago." He releases it and winds it up.
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.
"The you can sleep beside me, No funny stuff, i am in pain" She mimics his face
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Smidge watches with interest.
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She sighs, "Hyena boy..."
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
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Soldaer smiles, removing his weapon belt and armor. Of course dear. He says, as he walks over to the bed, and lays down next to her.