Paris is sitting at the bar fiddling with some metal bits.
Flanne is studying another book.
*Tinkerer eh? I think i got someone they'll like :D*
Theres a large bang out back of the tavern
Paris looks up and walks around the back.
They see quite the scene. Theres a forge out back, scrap metals, a couple vials, some bags, one tipped over that has a black powdery substance in it, and a changeling in a smock and goggles who is coughing from the explosion that caused the bang, and a bunch of smoke
Paris walks over and starts scooping the substance with his gauntlet back into the bag. He looks up at the changeling, and his face is covered by a stylized welder's mask. "What happened here?"
*Computer crashed ;-; *
"Was working on a project *cough* and i used too much black powder for it." The skin on his hands are charred black, but after a few seconds they fill with the paper white pigment that the rest of their body is
They arrive near the center of the town square, the streets mostly quiet, except a few figures darting through the dark. It seems around 11 PM here, as Kalnor heads into an alleyway quickly
Mithris follows.
They eventually arrive outside a fairly large building, stone statues of 2 angels holding heavy spears outside, flanking the door "I think this is the place!"
"Let's go in."
He nods, walking into the building quickly, ducking a bit beneath the crossed stone spears
Inside, the walls are lined with shelves, and theres ladders moving back and forth, helping reaching the higher books. A few books seem to be floating back onto the shelves in places, slowly moving to their proper places. The checkout desk has a group of 3 people behind it, each seeming around 14 to 18, talking and laughing quietly
Mithris walks over to the desk. "Hello?"
One of them, a tiefling with lighter brown hair looks over "Oh, hi! Didnt hear you come in... Welcome!"
"Thank you. Can we look through the books?"
They nod "Sorta the point of a library, isnt it?"
Mithris nods. "I haven't been to very many."
"Really? Well, its a pretty great experience! Let us know if you need help finding something"
"I will, thank you."
They nod, smiling and going back to talking to the other teens there
Mithris turns towards Kalnor. "Let's go look."
He nods, starting to look at book titles
"Where do you think it might be? I don't know if it's an item, or a spell, or something else?"
"Im... Not sure.. I dont even know how things are organized here. The sections are labeled with numbers, not words"
"We can ask."
He nods "Thatd probably be a good idea..."
She walks over to them. "Excuse me. Could you please explain how the books are organized?"
"It uses the Hex-Bitaron numbering system!"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Paris is sitting at the bar fiddling with some metal bits.
Flanne is studying another book.
*Tinkerer eh? I think i got someone they'll like :D*
Theres a large bang out back of the tavern
Paris looks up and walks around the back.
They see quite the scene. Theres a forge out back, scrap metals, a couple vials, some bags, one tipped over that has a black powdery substance in it, and a changeling in a smock and goggles who is coughing from the explosion that caused the bang, and a bunch of smoke
Paris walks over and starts scooping the substance with his gauntlet back into the bag. He looks up at the changeling, and his face is covered by a stylized welder's mask. "What happened here?"
*Computer crashed ;-; *
"Was working on a project *cough* and i used too much black powder for it." The skin on his hands are charred black, but after a few seconds they fill with the paper white pigment that the rest of their body is
"Nice." A small clockwork bird hops on Paris' shoulder. "This lil' fella is Ashardalon. I made him when I was a kid."
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.
Paris is sitting at the bar fiddling with some metal bits.
Flanne is studying another book.
*Tinkerer eh? I think i got someone they'll like :D*
Theres a large bang out back of the tavern
Paris looks up and walks around the back.
They see quite the scene. Theres a forge out back, scrap metals, a couple vials, some bags, one tipped over that has a black powdery substance in it, and a changeling in a smock and goggles who is coughing from the explosion that caused the bang, and a bunch of smoke
Paris walks over and starts scooping the substance with his gauntlet back into the bag. He looks up at the changeling, and his face is covered by a stylized welder's mask. "What happened here?"
*Computer crashed ;-; *
"Was working on a project *cough* and i used too much black powder for it." The skin on his hands are charred black, but after a few seconds they fill with the paper white pigment that the rest of their body is
"Nice." A small clockwork bird hops on Paris' shoulder. "This lil' fella is Ashardalon. I made him when I was a kid."
"Thats really cool, i've never seen anything like them." They say, picking up a semi broken firearm they made, that seems to be custom made. They wave their hands along it, mending the metal back into place
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.
They arrive near the center of the town square, the streets mostly quiet, except a few figures darting through the dark. It seems around 11 PM here, as Kalnor heads into an alleyway quickly
Mithris follows.
They eventually arrive outside a fairly large building, stone statues of 2 angels holding heavy spears outside, flanking the door "I think this is the place!"
"Let's go in."
He nods, walking into the building quickly, ducking a bit beneath the crossed stone spears
Inside, the walls are lined with shelves, and theres ladders moving back and forth, helping reaching the higher books. A few books seem to be floating back onto the shelves in places, slowly moving to their proper places. The checkout desk has a group of 3 people behind it, each seeming around 14 to 18, talking and laughing quietly
Mithris walks over to the desk. "Hello?"
One of them, a tiefling with lighter brown hair looks over "Oh, hi! Didnt hear you come in... Welcome!"
"Thank you. Can we look through the books?"
They nod "Sorta the point of a library, isnt it?"
Mithris nods. "I haven't been to very many."
"Really? Well, its a pretty great experience! Let us know if you need help finding something"
"I will, thank you."
They nod, smiling and going back to talking to the other teens there
Mithris turns towards Kalnor. "Let's go look."
He nods, starting to look at book titles
"Where do you think it might be? I don't know if it's an item, or a spell, or something else?"
"Im... Not sure.. I dont even know how things are organized here. The sections are labeled with numbers, not words"
"We can ask."
He nods "Thatd probably be a good idea..."
She walks over to them. "Excuse me. Could you please explain how the books are organized?"
"It uses the Hex-Bitaron numbering system!"
"How does that work?"
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Paris is sitting at the bar fiddling with some metal bits.
Flanne is studying another book.
*Tinkerer eh? I think i got someone they'll like :D*
Theres a large bang out back of the tavern
Paris looks up and walks around the back.
They see quite the scene. Theres a forge out back, scrap metals, a couple vials, some bags, one tipped over that has a black powdery substance in it, and a changeling in a smock and goggles who is coughing from the explosion that caused the bang, and a bunch of smoke
Paris walks over and starts scooping the substance with his gauntlet back into the bag. He looks up at the changeling, and his face is covered by a stylized welder's mask. "What happened here?"
*Computer crashed ;-; *
"Was working on a project *cough* and i used too much black powder for it." The skin on his hands are charred black, but after a few seconds they fill with the paper white pigment that the rest of their body is
"Nice." A small clockwork bird hops on Paris' shoulder. "This lil' fella is Ashardalon. I made him when I was a kid."
"Thats really cool, i've never seen anything like them." They say, picking up a semi broken firearm they made, that seems to be custom made. They wave their hands along it, mending the metal back into place
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.
Paris is sitting at the bar fiddling with some metal bits.
Flanne is studying another book.
*Tinkerer eh? I think i got someone they'll like :D*
Theres a large bang out back of the tavern
Paris looks up and walks around the back.
They see quite the scene. Theres a forge out back, scrap metals, a couple vials, some bags, one tipped over that has a black powdery substance in it, and a changeling in a smock and goggles who is coughing from the explosion that caused the bang, and a bunch of smoke
Paris walks over and starts scooping the substance with his gauntlet back into the bag. He looks up at the changeling, and his face is covered by a stylized welder's mask. "What happened here?"
*Computer crashed ;-; *
"Was working on a project *cough* and i used too much black powder for it." The skin on his hands are charred black, but after a few seconds they fill with the paper white pigment that the rest of their body is
"Nice." A small clockwork bird hops on Paris' shoulder. "This lil' fella is Ashardalon. I made him when I was a kid."
"Thats really cool, i've never seen anything like them." They say, picking up a semi broken firearm they made, that seems to be custom made. They wave their hands along it, mending the metal back into place
Paris is sitting at the bar fiddling with some metal bits.
Flanne is studying another book.
*Tinkerer eh? I think i got someone they'll like :D*
Theres a large bang out back of the tavern
Paris looks up and walks around the back.
They see quite the scene. Theres a forge out back, scrap metals, a couple vials, some bags, one tipped over that has a black powdery substance in it, and a changeling in a smock and goggles who is coughing from the explosion that caused the bang, and a bunch of smoke
Paris walks over and starts scooping the substance with his gauntlet back into the bag. He looks up at the changeling, and his face is covered by a stylized welder's mask. "What happened here?"
*Computer crashed ;-; *
"Was working on a project *cough* and i used too much black powder for it." The skin on his hands are charred black, but after a few seconds they fill with the paper white pigment that the rest of their body is
"Nice." A small clockwork bird hops on Paris' shoulder. "This lil' fella is Ashardalon. I made him when I was a kid."
"Thats really cool, i've never seen anything like them." They say, picking up a semi broken firearm they made, that seems to be custom made. They wave their hands along it, mending the metal back into place
"Woah. What's that?"
"The magic or the item?" They respond
"The item." Paris walks over a little closer to see it.
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.
Paris is sitting at the bar fiddling with some metal bits.
Flanne is studying another book.
*Tinkerer eh? I think i got someone they'll like :D*
Theres a large bang out back of the tavern
Paris looks up and walks around the back.
They see quite the scene. Theres a forge out back, scrap metals, a couple vials, some bags, one tipped over that has a black powdery substance in it, and a changeling in a smock and goggles who is coughing from the explosion that caused the bang, and a bunch of smoke
Paris walks over and starts scooping the substance with his gauntlet back into the bag. He looks up at the changeling, and his face is covered by a stylized welder's mask. "What happened here?"
*Computer crashed ;-; *
"Was working on a project *cough* and i used too much black powder for it." The skin on his hands are charred black, but after a few seconds they fill with the paper white pigment that the rest of their body is
"Nice." A small clockwork bird hops on Paris' shoulder. "This lil' fella is Ashardalon. I made him when I was a kid."
"Thats really cool, i've never seen anything like them." They say, picking up a semi broken firearm they made, that seems to be custom made. They wave their hands along it, mending the metal back into place
"Woah. What's that?"
"The magic or the item?" They respond
"The item." Paris walks over a little closer to see it.
It is made up of two parts. a handle, with some form of trigger on it and the main barrel of it, which has hinges on the bottom to allow the loading of something. The changeling pops it open, placing a small sphere inside, before aiming the opening of the barrel at a scarecrow he's set up in plate armor. When he pulls the trigger, theres a slightly less loud bang, followed by the sphere being shot out at high speeds. When it crashes into the scarecrow, an eruption of fire engulfs the scarecrow. "Huh, didn't misfire this time, thats good."
Paris is sitting at the bar fiddling with some metal bits.
Flanne is studying another book.
*Tinkerer eh? I think i got someone they'll like :D*
Theres a large bang out back of the tavern
Paris looks up and walks around the back.
They see quite the scene. Theres a forge out back, scrap metals, a couple vials, some bags, one tipped over that has a black powdery substance in it, and a changeling in a smock and goggles who is coughing from the explosion that caused the bang, and a bunch of smoke
Paris walks over and starts scooping the substance with his gauntlet back into the bag. He looks up at the changeling, and his face is covered by a stylized welder's mask. "What happened here?"
*Computer crashed ;-; *
"Was working on a project *cough* and i used too much black powder for it." The skin on his hands are charred black, but after a few seconds they fill with the paper white pigment that the rest of their body is
"Nice." A small clockwork bird hops on Paris' shoulder. "This lil' fella is Ashardalon. I made him when I was a kid."
"Thats really cool, i've never seen anything like them." They say, picking up a semi broken firearm they made, that seems to be custom made. They wave their hands along it, mending the metal back into place
"Woah. What's that?"
"The magic or the item?" They respond
"The item." Paris walks over a little closer to see it.
It is made up of two parts. a handle, with some form of trigger on it and the main barrel of it, which has hinges on the bottom to allow the loading of something. The changeling pops it open, placing a small sphere inside, before aiming the opening of the barrel at a scarecrow he's set up in plate armor. When he pulls the trigger, theres a slightly less loud bang, followed by the sphere being shot out at high speeds. When it crashes into the scarecrow, an eruption of fire engulfs the scarecrow. "Huh, didn't misfire this time, thats good."
Paris flinches. "Jeez. I focus more on automatons like Ash. My name is Paris and I go by he/him. What can I call you?"
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.
They arrive near the center of the town square, the streets mostly quiet, except a few figures darting through the dark. It seems around 11 PM here, as Kalnor heads into an alleyway quickly
Mithris follows.
They eventually arrive outside a fairly large building, stone statues of 2 angels holding heavy spears outside, flanking the door "I think this is the place!"
"Let's go in."
He nods, walking into the building quickly, ducking a bit beneath the crossed stone spears
Inside, the walls are lined with shelves, and theres ladders moving back and forth, helping reaching the higher books. A few books seem to be floating back onto the shelves in places, slowly moving to their proper places. The checkout desk has a group of 3 people behind it, each seeming around 14 to 18, talking and laughing quietly
Mithris walks over to the desk. "Hello?"
One of them, a tiefling with lighter brown hair looks over "Oh, hi! Didnt hear you come in... Welcome!"
"Thank you. Can we look through the books?"
They nod "Sorta the point of a library, isnt it?"
Mithris nods. "I haven't been to very many."
"Really? Well, its a pretty great experience! Let us know if you need help finding something"
"I will, thank you."
They nod, smiling and going back to talking to the other teens there
Mithris turns towards Kalnor. "Let's go look."
He nods, starting to look at book titles
"Where do you think it might be? I don't know if it's an item, or a spell, or something else?"
"Im... Not sure.. I dont even know how things are organized here. The sections are labeled with numbers, not words"
"We can ask."
He nods "Thatd probably be a good idea..."
She walks over to them. "Excuse me. Could you please explain how the books are organized?"
"It uses the Hex-Bitaron numbering system!"
"How does that work?"
"Oh... Itd... Take a while to explain every single number.... Its sorted into categories 1-742. What kind of book are you looking for? I can try to get you to the right sections"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Paris is sitting at the bar fiddling with some metal bits.
Flanne is studying another book.
*Tinkerer eh? I think i got someone they'll like :D*
Theres a large bang out back of the tavern
Paris looks up and walks around the back.
They see quite the scene. Theres a forge out back, scrap metals, a couple vials, some bags, one tipped over that has a black powdery substance in it, and a changeling in a smock and goggles who is coughing from the explosion that caused the bang, and a bunch of smoke
Paris walks over and starts scooping the substance with his gauntlet back into the bag. He looks up at the changeling, and his face is covered by a stylized welder's mask. "What happened here?"
*Computer crashed ;-; *
"Was working on a project *cough* and i used too much black powder for it." The skin on his hands are charred black, but after a few seconds they fill with the paper white pigment that the rest of their body is
"Nice." A small clockwork bird hops on Paris' shoulder. "This lil' fella is Ashardalon. I made him when I was a kid."
"Thats really cool, i've never seen anything like them." They say, picking up a semi broken firearm they made, that seems to be custom made. They wave their hands along it, mending the metal back into place
"Woah. What's that?"
"The magic or the item?" They respond
"The item." Paris walks over a little closer to see it.
It is made up of two parts. a handle, with some form of trigger on it and the main barrel of it, which has hinges on the bottom to allow the loading of something. The changeling pops it open, placing a small sphere inside, before aiming the opening of the barrel at a scarecrow he's set up in plate armor. When he pulls the trigger, theres a slightly less loud bang, followed by the sphere being shot out at high speeds. When it crashes into the scarecrow, an eruption of fire engulfs the scarecrow. "Huh, didn't misfire this time, thats good."
Paris flinches. "Jeez. I focus more on automatons like Ash. My name is Paris and I go by he/him. What can I call you?"
They think for a moment, "You can call me Kai. Nice to meet you Paris." he smiles, "I go by whatever form i'm using at the time. Currently its male." The set the firearm back on the table, making some additions to the apparent blueprints, "I'm a gunsmith, i never had the interest in bringing things to life. I guess my spark, hehe, was for defense purposes."
They arrive near the center of the town square, the streets mostly quiet, except a few figures darting through the dark. It seems around 11 PM here, as Kalnor heads into an alleyway quickly
Mithris follows.
They eventually arrive outside a fairly large building, stone statues of 2 angels holding heavy spears outside, flanking the door "I think this is the place!"
"Let's go in."
He nods, walking into the building quickly, ducking a bit beneath the crossed stone spears
Inside, the walls are lined with shelves, and theres ladders moving back and forth, helping reaching the higher books. A few books seem to be floating back onto the shelves in places, slowly moving to their proper places. The checkout desk has a group of 3 people behind it, each seeming around 14 to 18, talking and laughing quietly
Mithris walks over to the desk. "Hello?"
One of them, a tiefling with lighter brown hair looks over "Oh, hi! Didnt hear you come in... Welcome!"
"Thank you. Can we look through the books?"
They nod "Sorta the point of a library, isnt it?"
Mithris nods. "I haven't been to very many."
"Really? Well, its a pretty great experience! Let us know if you need help finding something"
"I will, thank you."
They nod, smiling and going back to talking to the other teens there
Mithris turns towards Kalnor. "Let's go look."
He nods, starting to look at book titles
"Where do you think it might be? I don't know if it's an item, or a spell, or something else?"
"Im... Not sure.. I dont even know how things are organized here. The sections are labeled with numbers, not words"
"We can ask."
He nods "Thatd probably be a good idea..."
She walks over to them. "Excuse me. Could you please explain how the books are organized?"
"It uses the Hex-Bitaron numbering system!"
"How does that work?"
"Oh... Itd... Take a while to explain every single number.... Its sorted into categories 1-742. What kind of book are you looking for? I can try to get you to the right sections"
"It's either a magic item or some sort of being, I think."
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
They arrive near the center of the town square, the streets mostly quiet, except a few figures darting through the dark. It seems around 11 PM here, as Kalnor heads into an alleyway quickly
Mithris follows.
They eventually arrive outside a fairly large building, stone statues of 2 angels holding heavy spears outside, flanking the door "I think this is the place!"
"Let's go in."
He nods, walking into the building quickly, ducking a bit beneath the crossed stone spears
Inside, the walls are lined with shelves, and theres ladders moving back and forth, helping reaching the higher books. A few books seem to be floating back onto the shelves in places, slowly moving to their proper places. The checkout desk has a group of 3 people behind it, each seeming around 14 to 18, talking and laughing quietly
Mithris walks over to the desk. "Hello?"
One of them, a tiefling with lighter brown hair looks over "Oh, hi! Didnt hear you come in... Welcome!"
"Thank you. Can we look through the books?"
They nod "Sorta the point of a library, isnt it?"
Mithris nods. "I haven't been to very many."
"Really? Well, its a pretty great experience! Let us know if you need help finding something"
"I will, thank you."
They nod, smiling and going back to talking to the other teens there
Mithris turns towards Kalnor. "Let's go look."
He nods, starting to look at book titles
"Where do you think it might be? I don't know if it's an item, or a spell, or something else?"
"Im... Not sure.. I dont even know how things are organized here. The sections are labeled with numbers, not words"
"We can ask."
He nods "Thatd probably be a good idea..."
She walks over to them. "Excuse me. Could you please explain how the books are organized?"
"It uses the Hex-Bitaron numbering system!"
"How does that work?"
"Oh... Itd... Take a while to explain every single number.... Its sorted into categories 1-742. What kind of book are you looking for? I can try to get you to the right sections"
"It's either a magic item or some sort of being, I think."
"Magical items would be sections 27, 34, 09, 223, and 741. Would it be a being of Sogel, another world or another plane?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
They arrive near the center of the town square, the streets mostly quiet, except a few figures darting through the dark. It seems around 11 PM here, as Kalnor heads into an alleyway quickly
Mithris follows.
They eventually arrive outside a fairly large building, stone statues of 2 angels holding heavy spears outside, flanking the door "I think this is the place!"
"Let's go in."
He nods, walking into the building quickly, ducking a bit beneath the crossed stone spears
Inside, the walls are lined with shelves, and theres ladders moving back and forth, helping reaching the higher books. A few books seem to be floating back onto the shelves in places, slowly moving to their proper places. The checkout desk has a group of 3 people behind it, each seeming around 14 to 18, talking and laughing quietly
Mithris walks over to the desk. "Hello?"
One of them, a tiefling with lighter brown hair looks over "Oh, hi! Didnt hear you come in... Welcome!"
"Thank you. Can we look through the books?"
They nod "Sorta the point of a library, isnt it?"
Mithris nods. "I haven't been to very many."
"Really? Well, its a pretty great experience! Let us know if you need help finding something"
"I will, thank you."
They nod, smiling and going back to talking to the other teens there
Mithris turns towards Kalnor. "Let's go look."
He nods, starting to look at book titles
"Where do you think it might be? I don't know if it's an item, or a spell, or something else?"
"Im... Not sure.. I dont even know how things are organized here. The sections are labeled with numbers, not words"
"We can ask."
He nods "Thatd probably be a good idea..."
She walks over to them. "Excuse me. Could you please explain how the books are organized?"
"It uses the Hex-Bitaron numbering system!"
"How does that work?"
"Oh... Itd... Take a while to explain every single number.... Its sorted into categories 1-742. What kind of book are you looking for? I can try to get you to the right sections"
"It's either a magic item or some sort of being, I think."
"Magical items would be sections 27, 34, 09, 223, and 741. Would it be a being of Sogel, another world or another plane?"
"I don't think it's from here."
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
They arrive near the center of the town square, the streets mostly quiet, except a few figures darting through the dark. It seems around 11 PM here, as Kalnor heads into an alleyway quickly
Mithris follows.
They eventually arrive outside a fairly large building, stone statues of 2 angels holding heavy spears outside, flanking the door "I think this is the place!"
"Let's go in."
He nods, walking into the building quickly, ducking a bit beneath the crossed stone spears
Inside, the walls are lined with shelves, and theres ladders moving back and forth, helping reaching the higher books. A few books seem to be floating back onto the shelves in places, slowly moving to their proper places. The checkout desk has a group of 3 people behind it, each seeming around 14 to 18, talking and laughing quietly
Mithris walks over to the desk. "Hello?"
One of them, a tiefling with lighter brown hair looks over "Oh, hi! Didnt hear you come in... Welcome!"
"Thank you. Can we look through the books?"
They nod "Sorta the point of a library, isnt it?"
Mithris nods. "I haven't been to very many."
"Really? Well, its a pretty great experience! Let us know if you need help finding something"
"I will, thank you."
They nod, smiling and going back to talking to the other teens there
Mithris turns towards Kalnor. "Let's go look."
He nods, starting to look at book titles
"Where do you think it might be? I don't know if it's an item, or a spell, or something else?"
"Im... Not sure.. I dont even know how things are organized here. The sections are labeled with numbers, not words"
"We can ask."
He nods "Thatd probably be a good idea..."
She walks over to them. "Excuse me. Could you please explain how the books are organized?"
"It uses the Hex-Bitaron numbering system!"
"How does that work?"
"Oh... Itd... Take a while to explain every single number.... Its sorted into categories 1-742. What kind of book are you looking for? I can try to get you to the right sections"
"It's either a magic item or some sort of being, I think."
"Magical items would be sections 27, 34, 09, 223, and 741. Would it be a being of Sogel, another world or another plane?"
"I don't think it's from here."
"Hm... Still leaves a lot of sections, then..." She turns to the others "Jilx! Get the Keeper!" One of them, presumably Jilx, immediately seems a bit worried, but heads through a back door
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
They arrive near the center of the town square, the streets mostly quiet, except a few figures darting through the dark. It seems around 11 PM here, as Kalnor heads into an alleyway quickly
Mithris follows.
They eventually arrive outside a fairly large building, stone statues of 2 angels holding heavy spears outside, flanking the door "I think this is the place!"
"Let's go in."
He nods, walking into the building quickly, ducking a bit beneath the crossed stone spears
Inside, the walls are lined with shelves, and theres ladders moving back and forth, helping reaching the higher books. A few books seem to be floating back onto the shelves in places, slowly moving to their proper places. The checkout desk has a group of 3 people behind it, each seeming around 14 to 18, talking and laughing quietly
Mithris walks over to the desk. "Hello?"
One of them, a tiefling with lighter brown hair looks over "Oh, hi! Didnt hear you come in... Welcome!"
"Thank you. Can we look through the books?"
They nod "Sorta the point of a library, isnt it?"
Mithris nods. "I haven't been to very many."
"Really? Well, its a pretty great experience! Let us know if you need help finding something"
"I will, thank you."
They nod, smiling and going back to talking to the other teens there
Mithris turns towards Kalnor. "Let's go look."
He nods, starting to look at book titles
"Where do you think it might be? I don't know if it's an item, or a spell, or something else?"
"Im... Not sure.. I dont even know how things are organized here. The sections are labeled with numbers, not words"
"We can ask."
He nods "Thatd probably be a good idea..."
She walks over to them. "Excuse me. Could you please explain how the books are organized?"
"It uses the Hex-Bitaron numbering system!"
"How does that work?"
"Oh... Itd... Take a while to explain every single number.... Its sorted into categories 1-742. What kind of book are you looking for? I can try to get you to the right sections"
"It's either a magic item or some sort of being, I think."
"Magical items would be sections 27, 34, 09, 223, and 741. Would it be a being of Sogel, another world or another plane?"
"I don't think it's from here."
"Hm... Still leaves a lot of sections, then..." She turns to the others "Jilx! Get the Keeper!" One of them, presumably Jilx, immediately seems a bit worried, but heads through a back door
"Who's the Keeper?"
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They arrive near the center of the town square, the streets mostly quiet, except a few figures darting through the dark. It seems around 11 PM here, as Kalnor heads into an alleyway quickly
Mithris follows.
They eventually arrive outside a fairly large building, stone statues of 2 angels holding heavy spears outside, flanking the door "I think this is the place!"
"Let's go in."
He nods, walking into the building quickly, ducking a bit beneath the crossed stone spears
Inside, the walls are lined with shelves, and theres ladders moving back and forth, helping reaching the higher books. A few books seem to be floating back onto the shelves in places, slowly moving to their proper places. The checkout desk has a group of 3 people behind it, each seeming around 14 to 18, talking and laughing quietly
Mithris walks over to the desk. "Hello?"
One of them, a tiefling with lighter brown hair looks over "Oh, hi! Didnt hear you come in... Welcome!"
"Thank you. Can we look through the books?"
They nod "Sorta the point of a library, isnt it?"
Mithris nods. "I haven't been to very many."
"Really? Well, its a pretty great experience! Let us know if you need help finding something"
"I will, thank you."
They nod, smiling and going back to talking to the other teens there
Mithris turns towards Kalnor. "Let's go look."
He nods, starting to look at book titles
"Where do you think it might be? I don't know if it's an item, or a spell, or something else?"
"Im... Not sure.. I dont even know how things are organized here. The sections are labeled with numbers, not words"
"We can ask."
He nods "Thatd probably be a good idea..."
She walks over to them. "Excuse me. Could you please explain how the books are organized?"
"It uses the Hex-Bitaron numbering system!"
"How does that work?"
"Oh... Itd... Take a while to explain every single number.... Its sorted into categories 1-742. What kind of book are you looking for? I can try to get you to the right sections"
"It's either a magic item or some sort of being, I think."
"Magical items would be sections 27, 34, 09, 223, and 741. Would it be a being of Sogel, another world or another plane?"
"I don't think it's from here."
"Hm... Still leaves a lot of sections, then..." She turns to the others "Jilx! Get the Keeper!" One of them, presumably Jilx, immediately seems a bit worried, but heads through a back door
"Who's the Keeper?"
"Keeper of the Tomes L.H. Zjorkansnjas. She runs the library, and knows where almost anything here can be found
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
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*Computer crashed ;-; *
"Was working on a project *cough* and i used too much black powder for it." The skin on his hands are charred black, but after a few seconds they fill with the paper white pigment that the rest of their body is
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
"It uses the Hex-Bitaron numbering system!"
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)
"Nice." A small clockwork bird hops on Paris' shoulder. "This lil' fella is Ashardalon. I made him when I was a kid."
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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.
"Thats really cool, i've never seen anything like them." They say, picking up a semi broken firearm they made, that seems to be custom made. They wave their hands along it, mending the metal back into place
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
*gtg*
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.
"How does that work?"
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*(;-;)*
*Bye!!! Have a great day!!*
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
"Woah. What's that?"
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 magic or the item?" They respond
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
"The item." Paris walks over a little closer to see it.
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.
It is made up of two parts. a handle, with some form of trigger on it and the main barrel of it, which has hinges on the bottom to allow the loading of something. The changeling pops it open, placing a small sphere inside, before aiming the opening of the barrel at a scarecrow he's set up in plate armor. When he pulls the trigger, theres a slightly less loud bang, followed by the sphere being shot out at high speeds. When it crashes into the scarecrow, an eruption of fire engulfs the scarecrow. "Huh, didn't misfire this time, thats good."
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
Paris flinches. "Jeez. I focus more on automatons like Ash. My name is Paris and I go by he/him. What can I call you?"
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.
"Oh... Itd... Take a while to explain every single number.... Its sorted into categories 1-742. What kind of book are you looking for? I can try to get you to the right sections"
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)
They think for a moment, "You can call me Kai. Nice to meet you Paris." he smiles, "I go by whatever form i'm using at the time. Currently its male." The set the firearm back on the table, making some additions to the apparent blueprints, "I'm a gunsmith, i never had the interest in bringing things to life. I guess my spark, hehe, was for defense purposes."
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
"It's either a magic item or some sort of being, I think."
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Magical items would be sections 27, 34, 09, 223, and 741. Would it be a being of Sogel, another world or another plane?"
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!
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"I don't think it's from here."
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Hm... Still leaves a lot of sections, then..." She turns to the others "Jilx! Get the Keeper!" One of them, presumably Jilx, immediately seems a bit worried, but heads through a back door
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)
"Who's the Keeper?"
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Keeper of the Tomes L.H. Zjorkansnjas. She runs the library, and knows where almost anything here can be found
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)