Wolfe is half asleep, even though she just drunk three four cups of coffee.
Wyatt is bouncing around the tavern, pulling random people's pants down and running off, giggling madly.
-insert whoever-
*Urge to mess with Taceli go brrrrr*
Theren is looking around the tavern for Taceli
*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.
*If I had a nickel for every time someone tries to use an inflatable hamster ball to get to the Bahamas, Id have 2 nickels. which isnt a lot, but its weird that happened twice*
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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."
"I just wanted to... thank you."
"For what?"
"Just making the first conversation I've had with a druid wonderful."
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.
Wolfe is half asleep, even though she just drunk three four cups of coffee.
Wyatt is bouncing around the tavern, pulling random people's pants down and running off, giggling madly.
-insert whoever-
*Urge to mess with Taceli go brrrrr*
Theren is looking around the tavern for Taceli
*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.
*If I had a nickel for every time someone tries to use an inflatable hamster ball to get to the Bahamas, Id have 2 nickels. which isnt a lot, but its weird that happened twice*
*You have peaked my curiosity. Imma google that real quick*
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."
"I just wanted to... thank you."
"For what?"
"Just making the first conversation I've had with a druid wonderful."
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"
Soldaer nods, laughing. "That's Enethia. A wizard who is most certainly very drink right now. Good friend of mine though. Lots of fun when drunk, although oddly enough not as much fun as Atemos is when he's drunk." Soldaer laughs.
She rubs the bridge of her nose again and sighs Don't fight anything until your sober
Fight? Why would I fight anything today [GASP] IS THERE A NOBLE HERE?1
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Eavalon is looking around at people,.smiling and observing each carefully
The swords seem... Pacified?
Thara waves from a table, wondering why they're looking around like that.
She smiles "Hello"
"Are you looking for someone?"
"For someone? No."
"Then why are you looking around the tavern like that?"
"Just simple observation. You dont have to look for someone to be looking at someone"
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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."
"I just wanted to... thank you."
"For what?"
"Just making the first conversation I've had with a druid wonderful."
"Ah shucks. Thats kind of you to say."
"No problem. I was wondering, how did you and Smidge meet?"
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
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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Soldaer stops practicing, his moonstone rapier glowing coldly. A deep, female voice enters Phaele's mind. What did you just call him? The voice is calm, almost too calm, and yet, not threatening at the same time.
Soldaer turns, his pale green eyes flashing, and the moonstones embedded in the mithral and adamantite bands flaring with an inner light of their own. "Darthiir." He says, his voice a bit cold. "It has been a long time since I've been called that." He bows, his expression still cold. "Soldaer Torrae, ranger of Mielikki and druid of Eilistraee."
Darthiir. It's a word, you know.
"Phaele."
Yes, and I know exactly what it means. I just wanted to make sure that's what you said. The rapier in Soldaer's left hand glows a little bit brighter now.
A deep, feline growl comes from behind Phaele. Yet another deep, female voice enters her mind. And I'm Shade.
"Well, Phaele, what brings you out here?" Soldaer asks, a cold edge still to his voice, as though he's ready to and expecting a fight, but not wanting to fight in the least.
Oh, the sword talks. Nice.
"Same reason as you, presumably." Her voice is calm and unconcerned.
I'm not just a sword. I am Nightbane, Call of the Morning. I am the weapon of the Chosen of Eilistraee.
"Training? Then why lead with the insult?" Soldaer seems skeptical, although relaxing slightly.
Shade walks around from behind Phaele, her tail stinger curled upwards slightly, and growling still.
Those things make you something other than a sword? They add to what you are, not change it.
"It wasn't an insult. It was a fact. You are an elf, and you are not drow."
*He looks exactly like a Drow, actually, unless Phaele's meet Twilight elves before.*
Nightbane actually chuckles at Phaele's response. Your logic is impeccable. My point was that I am not just some talking sword. I'm far more powerful than most other sentient weapons, even the mighty Khazid'hea.
"If you know exactly what I am, then you'll know that my kin, the Twilight Elves, were once one and the same as you and your kin, although that was before the War of the Seldarine and the promises of Lloth." He seems to spit the last three words out with pure anger.
Shade's clear blue eyes look right on Phaele as she comes to stand next to Soldaer, although she has stopped growling.
*She probably has.*
"Promises of Lolth? Oh, it must have been nice before she could simply demand."
"Those promises were all lies. Where is the glorious rule of the Surface for the Drow? Oh right, they've been forced into the Underdark for the past, what, 10, 20,000 years?" Soldaer scoffs "As for her simply 'demanding' things, she's a demon queen, no true deity. I would never give her a single thing she asked for, let alone demanded." Soldaer shakes his head. "I can try to pretend to feel sorry for you and your fellow Drow who still believe Lloth, but I can't, not after what you did to my people during the War of the Seldarine. Nearly complete genocide is something that one does not let go of or forget easily."
"Did I disagree with you? I certainly didn't intend to."
Soldaer just shrugs. "I'm rather passionate about certain things, and can sometimes misinterpret things when I get fired up." He says with a chuckle, the fires burned out, so to speak. "Please, if you don't actually mean me any harm, then consider my fires burned out, and join me. Just be warned, these targets will fight back, and may give you a bit of a challenge." He says with a slight laugh.
"Really?" She draws a shortsword and stabs at a dummy.
The dummy sems to animate and takes a swing back at her with a mace. *Don't have the stats offhand, although it was the Pocks who made them*
Soldaer sits back and watches her duel the dummy.
She dodges the mace and steps back, then lunges at it with her sword, pulling back before it can swing.
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."
"I just wanted to... thank you."
"For what?"
"Just making the first conversation I've had with a druid wonderful."
"Ah shucks. Thats kind of you to say."
"No problem. I was wondering, how did you and Smidge meet?"
"Well I was documenting some deadly nightshade in the woods when I had set down my paper to pick some. I heard a rustling noise and I turned to see Smidge walking on my paper. He smudged the page pretty badly. I was gonna name him Smudge but Smidge is a way better name." Eaton explains. Smidge nods as if he was agreeing
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"
Soldaer nods, laughing. "That's Enethia. A wizard who is most certainly very drink right now. Good friend of mine though. Lots of fun when drunk, although oddly enough not as much fun as Atemos is when he's drunk." Soldaer laughs.
She chuckles and spins a thin black metal rod in her fingers.
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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!
*Sorry, was getting ready for the day, lol*
Oh? What reasons, and what ideas? An please don't tell me you've given any SYNA to Shade...We were going to practice some later today.
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*If I had a nickel for every time someone tries to use an inflatable hamster ball to get to the Bahamas, Id have 2 nickels. which isnt a lot, but its weird that happened twice*
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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"Just making the first conversation I've had with a druid wonderful."
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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.
*You have peaked my curiosity. Imma google that real quick*
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Ah shucks. Thats kind of you to say."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She's too focused on her coffee to notice him.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Theren taps her shoulder.
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Soldaer nods, laughing. "That's Enethia. A wizard who is most certainly very drink right now. Good friend of mine though. Lots of fun when drunk, although oddly enough not as much fun as Atemos is when he's drunk." Soldaer laughs.
She rubs the bridge of her nose again and sighs Don't fight anything until your sober
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Fight? Why would I fight anything today [GASP] IS THERE A NOBLE HERE?1
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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"Hey, Avery."
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.
*Okay I'm back, and through the magic of Timewarping we can continue the interactions I was doing with others.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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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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Theren giggles. "Guess again."
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"No problem. I was wondering, how did you and Smidge meet?"
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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.
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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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She freezes.
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.
She dodges the mace and steps back, then lunges at it with her sword, pulling back before it can swing.
*Cunning action to disengage.*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Well I was documenting some deadly nightshade in the woods when I had set down my paper to pick some. I heard a rustling noise and I turned to see Smidge walking on my paper. He smudged the page pretty badly. I was gonna name him Smudge but Smidge is a way better name." Eaton explains. Smidge nods as if he was agreeing
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She chuckles and spins a thin black metal rod in her fingers.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sorry, was getting ready for the day, lol*
Oh? What reasons, and what ideas? An please don't tell me you've given any SYNA to Shade...We were going to practice some later today.