Oscar was outside. She was practicing spells that involved movement of the body. She raised her hand, spun around, and delivered a shard of ice into the trunk of a tree. She smiled to herself as the ice slowly melted and became water before her eyes. Tink and bonk accompanied her, They sat on a rock about 8 feet away, sunning themselves on its warm stony-ness. Oscar wiped the sweat off her brow, she had been practicing for quite awhile now. The air hung humid and held any sort of evaporation in mid air, making breathing and being comfortable hard. She wore a white tank-top, black shorts, and thin sandals made of dark wood. The tattoos that ran up and down her arms seem to glow a tad bit in the dawns light.
Who is this and why do you dare enter my mind? She said right back
Someone really fun! And just to ask a question
Oscar rubs the bridge of her nose. You sound soused.
Liittle bit!
She sighs again. Whats your name, voice in my head?
Call me Tohrihpes. And yours?
Oscar, Oscar Moonbeam
Soldaer walks out at this point, a smile on his face as he makes his way over to Oscar. "How are you feeling this morning, dear?" He asks when he finally reaches Oscar, hands resting comfortably on the hilts of his swords.
Shes casting spells! I think ice knifey, but maybe its a frosty ray~
(I know she's a spellcaster. Watched her kill an assassin who was sent to kill her. Ice Knife? Wouldn't surprise me.)
Assassin? Kidnappers, assassins and way to many childen here now? Wow...... Glad I got SYNA!
(And who exactly are you? You remind me of a friend I went to Sigil with...)
This is that friend, silly! Its Enethia. The awesomest, most greatest wizard hero of all time!
(Oh boy... You are so drunk again...) Soldaer's amusement is clear. (And you didn't invite me!!?? How could you!?) He's trying to pretend to be hurt, but the laughter he's barely containing is making it hard.
Oscar was outside. She was practicing spells that involved movement of the body. She raised her hand, spun around, and delivered a shard of ice into the trunk of a tree. She smiled to herself as the ice slowly melted and became water before her eyes. Tink and bonk accompanied her, They sat on a rock about 8 feet away, sunning themselves on its warm stony-ness. Oscar wiped the sweat off her brow, she had been practicing for quite awhile now. The air hung humid and held any sort of evaporation in mid air, making breathing and being comfortable hard. She wore a white tank-top, black shorts, and thin sandals made of dark wood. The tattoos that ran up and down her arms seem to glow a tad bit in the dawns light.
Who is this and why do you dare enter my mind? She said right back
Someone really fun! And just to ask a question
Oscar rubs the bridge of her nose. You sound soused.
Liittle bit!
She sighs again. Whats your name, voice in my head?
Call me Tohrihpes. And yours?
Oscar, Oscar Moonbeam
Soldaer walks out at this point, a smile on his face as he makes his way over to Oscar. "How are you feeling this morning, dear?" He asks when he finally reaches Oscar, hands resting comfortably on the hilts of his swords.
Oscar smiles "There is someone in my head and they sound soused"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Oscar was outside. She was practicing spells that involved movement of the body. She raised her hand, spun around, and delivered a shard of ice into the trunk of a tree. She smiled to herself as the ice slowly melted and became water before her eyes. Tink and bonk accompanied her, They sat on a rock about 8 feet away, sunning themselves on its warm stony-ness. Oscar wiped the sweat off her brow, she had been practicing for quite awhile now. The air hung humid and held any sort of evaporation in mid air, making breathing and being comfortable hard. She wore a white tank-top, black shorts, and thin sandals made of dark wood. The tattoos that ran up and down her arms seem to glow a tad bit in the dawns light.
Who is this and why do you dare enter my mind? She said right back
Someone really fun! And just to ask a question
Oscar rubs the bridge of her nose. You sound soused.
Liittle bit!
She sighs again. Whats your name, voice in my head?
Call me Tohrihpes. And yours?
Oscar, Oscar Moonbeam
Soldaer walks out at this point, a smile on his face as he makes his way over to Oscar. "How are you feeling this morning, dear?" He asks when he finally reaches Oscar, hands resting comfortably on the hilts of his swords.
Shes casting spells! I think ice knifey, but maybe its a frosty ray~
(I know she's a spellcaster. Watched her kill an assassin who was sent to kill her. Ice Knife? Wouldn't surprise me.)
Assassin? Kidnappers, assassins and way to many childen here now? Wow...... Glad I got SYNA!
(And who exactly are you? You remind me of a friend I went to Sigil with...)
This is that friend, silly! Its Enethia. The awesomest, most greatest wizard hero of all time!
(Oh boy... You are so drunk again...) Soldaer's amusement is clear. (And you didn't invite me!!?? How could you!?) He's trying to pretend to be hurt, but the laughter he's barely containing is making it hard.
Oh, youre invited! Im drinking right inside! Theres a lot of things to drink over right now... ANd its given me some great ideas!
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Oscar was outside. She was practicing spells that involved movement of the body. She raised her hand, spun around, and delivered a shard of ice into the trunk of a tree. She smiled to herself as the ice slowly melted and became water before her eyes. Tink and bonk accompanied her, They sat on a rock about 8 feet away, sunning themselves on its warm stony-ness. Oscar wiped the sweat off her brow, she had been practicing for quite awhile now. The air hung humid and held any sort of evaporation in mid air, making breathing and being comfortable hard. She wore a white tank-top, black shorts, and thin sandals made of dark wood. The tattoos that ran up and down her arms seem to glow a tad bit in the dawns light.
Oscar was outside. She was practicing spells that involved movement of the body. She raised her hand, spun around, and delivered a shard of ice into the trunk of a tree. She smiled to herself as the ice slowly melted and became water before her eyes. Tink and bonk accompanied her, They sat on a rock about 8 feet away, sunning themselves on its warm stony-ness. Oscar wiped the sweat off her brow, she had been practicing for quite awhile now. The air hung humid and held any sort of evaporation in mid air, making breathing and being comfortable hard. She wore a white tank-top, black shorts, and thin sandals made of dark wood. The tattoos that ran up and down her arms seem to glow a tad bit in the dawns light.
Who is this and why do you dare enter my mind? She said right back
Someone really fun! And just to ask a question
Oscar rubs the bridge of her nose. You sound soused.
Liittle bit!
She sighs again. Whats your name, voice in my head?
Call me Tohrihpes. And yours?
Oscar, Oscar Moonbeam
What spells you usin?~
Ice knife. Why?
Im curious~ I like spells. Magic is good. Magic is like a box of chocolates, but.... Instead its magic
Where is your location.
Inside. Why?
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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)
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 was outside. She was practicing spells that involved movement of the body. She raised her hand, spun around, and delivered a shard of ice into the trunk of a tree. She smiled to herself as the ice slowly melted and became water before her eyes. Tink and bonk accompanied her, They sat on a rock about 8 feet away, sunning themselves on its warm stony-ness. Oscar wiped the sweat off her brow, she had been practicing for quite awhile now. The air hung humid and held any sort of evaporation in mid air, making breathing and being comfortable hard. She wore a white tank-top, black shorts, and thin sandals made of dark wood. The tattoos that ran up and down her arms seem to glow a tad bit in the dawns light.
Oscar was outside. She was practicing spells that involved movement of the body. She raised her hand, spun around, and delivered a shard of ice into the trunk of a tree. She smiled to herself as the ice slowly melted and became water before her eyes. Tink and bonk accompanied her, They sat on a rock about 8 feet away, sunning themselves on its warm stony-ness. Oscar wiped the sweat off her brow, she had been practicing for quite awhile now. The air hung humid and held any sort of evaporation in mid air, making breathing and being comfortable hard. She wore a white tank-top, black shorts, and thin sandals made of dark wood. The tattoos that ran up and down her arms seem to glow a tad bit in the dawns light.
Who is this and why do you dare enter my mind? She said right back
Someone really fun! And just to ask a question
Oscar rubs the bridge of her nose. You sound soused.
Liittle bit!
She sighs again. Whats your name, voice in my head?
Call me Tohrihpes. And yours?
Oscar, Oscar Moonbeam
What spells you usin?~
Ice knife. Why?
Im curious~ I like spells. Magic is good. Magic is like a box of chocolates, but.... Instead its magic
Where is your location.
Inside. Why?
Why did you decide to drink?
Look around! Theres a lot of reasons to drink!
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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)
Oscar was outside. She was practicing spells that involved movement of the body. She raised her hand, spun around, and delivered a shard of ice into the trunk of a tree. She smiled to herself as the ice slowly melted and became water before her eyes. Tink and bonk accompanied her, They sat on a rock about 8 feet away, sunning themselves on its warm stony-ness. Oscar wiped the sweat off her brow, she had been practicing for quite awhile now. The air hung humid and held any sort of evaporation in mid air, making breathing and being comfortable hard. She wore a white tank-top, black shorts, and thin sandals made of dark wood. The tattoos that ran up and down her arms seem to glow a tad bit in the dawns light.
Albwin is in the woods practising magic. A book is propped up on a nearby log.
Eaton is rolling a marble for Smidge at a table.
Theren is drinking at the bar
Paris walks over and sits down next to Eaton.
"Morning Paris."
"Morning. I made this for smidge." Paris takes out a metal marble, and he presses a tiny button on one side. The marble unfolds into a small frog, with a brilliant blue marble as its belly. The frog starts hopping around on the bar.
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 was outside. She was practicing spells that involved movement of the body. She raised her hand, spun around, and delivered a shard of ice into the trunk of a tree. She smiled to herself as the ice slowly melted and became water before her eyes. Tink and bonk accompanied her, They sat on a rock about 8 feet away, sunning themselves on its warm stony-ness. Oscar wiped the sweat off her brow, she had been practicing for quite awhile now. The air hung humid and held any sort of evaporation in mid air, making breathing and being comfortable hard. She wore a white tank-top, black shorts, and thin sandals made of dark wood. The tattoos that ran up and down her arms seem to glow a tad bit in the dawns light.
Who is this and why do you dare enter my mind? She said right back
Someone really fun! And just to ask a question
Oscar rubs the bridge of her nose. You sound soused.
Liittle bit!
She sighs again. Whats your name, voice in my head?
Call me Tohrihpes. And yours?
Oscar, Oscar Moonbeam
What spells you usin?~
Ice knife. Why?
Im curious~ I like spells. Magic is good. Magic is like a box of chocolates, but.... Instead its magic
Where is your location.
Inside. Why?
Why did you decide to drink?
Look around! Theres a lot of reasons to drink!
What made you drink.
Myself!
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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)
Albwin is in the woods practising magic. A book is propped up on a nearby log.
Eaton is rolling a marble for Smidge at a table.
Theren is drinking at the bar
Paris walks over and sits down next to Eaton.
"Morning Paris."
"Morning. I made this for smidge." Paris takes out a metal marble, and he presses a tiny button on one side. The marble unfolds into a small frog, with a brilliant blue marble as its belly. The frog starts hopping around on the bar.
Smidge chases the frog while Eaton watches. "That was very kind of you."
Albwin is in the woods practising magic. A book is propped up on a nearby log.
Eaton is rolling a marble for Smidge at a table.
Theren is drinking at the bar
Paris walks over and sits down next to Eaton.
"Morning Paris."
"Morning. I made this for smidge." Paris takes out a metal marble, and he presses a tiny button on one side. The marble unfolds into a small frog, with a brilliant blue marble as its belly. The frog starts hopping around on the bar.
Smidge chases the frog while Eaton watches. "That was very kind of 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.
Albwin is in the woods practising magic. A book is propped up on a nearby log.
Eaton is rolling a marble for Smidge at a table.
Theren is drinking at the bar
Paris walks over and sits down next to Eaton.
"Morning Paris."
"Morning. I made this for smidge." Paris takes out a metal marble, and he presses a tiny button on one side. The marble unfolds into a small frog, with a brilliant blue marble as its belly. The frog starts hopping around on the bar.
Smidge chases the frog while Eaton watches. "That was very kind of you."
(Oh boy... You are so drunk again...) Soldaer's amusement is clear. (And you didn't invite me!!?? How could you!?) He's trying to pretend to be hurt, but the laughter he's barely containing is making it hard.
Oscar smiles "There is someone in my head and they sound soused"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Oh, youre invited! Im drinking right inside! Theres a lot of things to drink over right now... ANd its given me some great ideas!
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*Morning everyone*
Albwin is in the woods practising magic. A book is propped up on a nearby log.
Eaton is rolling a marble for Smidge at a table.
Theren is drinking at the bar
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Where is your location.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Inside. Why?
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 walks over and sits down next to Eaton.
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.
"Morning Paris."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Why did you decide to drink?
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Look around! Theres a lot of reasons to drink!
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)
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
What made you drink.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Morning. I made this for smidge." Paris takes out a metal marble, and he presses a tiny button on one side. The marble unfolds into a small frog, with a brilliant blue marble as its belly. The frog starts hopping around on the bar.
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.
*Urge to mess with Taceli go brrrrr*
Theren is looking around the tavern for Taceli
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Myself!
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)
Smidge chases the frog while Eaton watches. "That was very kind of you."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*If I had a nickel for everytime someone messed with Taceli today... You know the rest.*
She's sitting at a table, drinking some coffee.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I just wanted to... thank 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.
"For what?"
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Lol*
Theren sneaks up behind her.
Stealth: 17
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