Paris seems to be making a replica of Smidge. He is taking apart some of his other half-finished creations for extra parts.
Smidge bats at a spare spring
*Do you wanna timewarp to the next day?*
*Alright*
Paris has fallen asleep on his work bench. He has his mask off, and his hood down. You can see the rest of his scar. It seems to have shredded most of his right ear, and it stretches down to his cheek. A near-perfect replica of smidge lays next to him on the workbench. Some spare parts have rolled onto the floor.
Eaton rubs his eyes and smiles he props Paris up and walks him to his bed. He lays him down then goes and looks at the replica of Smidge
Paris snores and turns over. The replica is expertly crafted, and seems to be made of mostly bronze. Its' tail and back legs are unfinished.
"This is amazing." he whispers
Paris stirs in the other room and sits up. In a moment of panic he pulls his hood up and walks into the other room.
"Paris this is amazing!" Eaton says excitedly
"Uhh...." Paris hurriedly grabs his mask and puts it on. "T-Thanks."
"You don't have to hide your face around me you know."
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.
A man strides towards the tavern. He wears total black clothing, covering every part of his body. From the hood that covers his head to the boots that leave thick foot prints through the mud. Rain pours down around him as he reaches the entrance to the tavern, staring at the door, before opening it and walking in. He wears a pure white mask over his face, not facial features or design on it, just a plain white mask. His belt carries two sets of daggers made of silver and adamantine. He says nothing as he watches the tavern setting before sitting down at a table and pulling out a small black book and writing in it.
*Fine once again I'm bringing my new character to people cuz no one will come to him, click on my profile then go to posts, second or third is his intro, but I did forget to mention the he's an half-elf.* The half-elf follows him in, sheathing his greatsword as the rain washes of most the demon blood on his gear. "You, do you know what tavern this is? And where?" He speaks in a lower tone, slightly tired.
The figure shakes its head "My job is not to question where or what but to question why" the man said underneath of the mask
". . . ., I'm the one questioning, & you could have just said no."
The man chuckles "Your eye for observation serves you well" he said and strides ahead
"If you don't pay attention you're practically dead, especially with what I do."
"Well the hats off to you my friend" He said and gave a dramatic bow. "I am IV. or Six if you like. whatever one"
"Vencerys Stonewood, most call me Vence." He nods his head as he says this.
"Pleasure to meet you" he said
"You too, nice to see a face th-well someone that isn't a demon."
Atemos scoffs.
He looks over then once he sees he throws a handaxe at his head. *to hit: 21 and no damage cuz blessing.*
Atemos catches it. “Mhm. Watch yourself.”
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Soldaer chuckles and walks over to his collection. "More Feywine, or something else? I've got some very good Hespelioran Whiskey and Cavonian brandy."
Soldaer the ladykiller, back in action. Atemos said teasingly.
ATEMOS!!!! Soldaer is trying to sound angry, but can't entirely. I am certain I have no clue what you're talking about my friend.
Mhmmm… Sure you do. You have a tendency to try to offer pretty girls alcohol.
Ehhh, so what? Maybe I just like sharing a drink with people, and most of the men here are too busy arguing. He says with a laugh. Besides, don't forget that I had Avery up here for a drink once, to try and smooth things over after that unfortunate incident with Egrien's staff. Or that I tried to offer you some Feywine in that bar back in Sigil, although you may have been to drunk on SYNA to remember that.
A man strides towards the tavern. He wears total black clothing, covering every part of his body. From the hood that covers his head to the boots that leave thick foot prints through the mud. Rain pours down around him as he reaches the entrance to the tavern, staring at the door, before opening it and walking in. He wears a pure white mask over his face, not facial features or design on it, just a plain white mask. His belt carries two sets of daggers made of silver and adamantine. He says nothing as he watches the tavern setting before sitting down at a table and pulling out a small black book and writing in it.
*Fine once again I'm bringing my new character to people cuz no one will come to him, click on my profile then go to posts, second or third is his intro, but I did forget to mention the he's an half-elf.* The half-elf follows him in, sheathing his greatsword as the rain washes of most the demon blood on his gear. "You, do you know what tavern this is? And where?" He speaks in a lower tone, slightly tired.
The figure shakes its head "My job is not to question where or what but to question why" the man said underneath of the mask
". . . ., I'm the one questioning, & you could have just said no."
The man chuckles "Your eye for observation serves you well" he said and strides ahead
"If you don't pay attention you're practically dead, especially with what I do."
"Well the hats off to you my friend" He said and gave a dramatic bow. "I am IV. or Six if you like. whatever one"
"Vencerys Stonewood, most call me Vence." He nods his head as he says this.
"Pleasure to meet you" he said
"You too, nice to see a face th-well someone that isn't a demon."
Atemos scoffs.
"hey now" The man says and raises his gloved hand "No need to discriminate, if we do that we offer a door to a fight"
*Vence's already trying to, man its hard to hold an interaction with 3 different people.*
Paris seems to be making a replica of Smidge. He is taking apart some of his other half-finished creations for extra parts.
Smidge bats at a spare spring
*Do you wanna timewarp to the next day?*
*Alright*
Paris has fallen asleep on his work bench. He has his mask off, and his hood down. You can see the rest of his scar. It seems to have shredded most of his right ear, and it stretches down to his cheek. A near-perfect replica of smidge lays next to him on the workbench. Some spare parts have rolled onto the floor.
Eaton rubs his eyes and smiles he props Paris up and walks him to his bed. He lays him down then goes and looks at the replica of Smidge
Paris snores and turns over. The replica is expertly crafted, and seems to be made of mostly bronze. Its' tail and back legs are unfinished.
"This is amazing." he whispers
Paris stirs in the other room and sits up. In a moment of panic he pulls his hood up and walks into the other room.
"Paris this is amazing!" Eaton says excitedly
"Uhh...." Paris hurriedly grabs his mask and puts it on. "T-Thanks."
"You don't have to hide your face around me you know."
*I hopped off so if you replied I don't know where it is.*
“I was human. A short one.” Atemos smiled jokingly. “Kinda around your height.”
"HEeey." He makes a joking angry face, as his cheekbones & the area around them turn a more redy-pink, this is a constant on his face
Atemos covers his mouth trying to stop himself from laughing. “I’ve never seen an angel that drinks quite like you do.”
"What do you. Mean by that? *hic*"
“You really should slow down. You might actually poison yourself.” Atemos looked mildly worried.
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A man strides towards the tavern. He wears total black clothing, covering every part of his body. From the hood that covers his head to the boots that leave thick foot prints through the mud. Rain pours down around him as he reaches the entrance to the tavern, staring at the door, before opening it and walking in. He wears a pure white mask over his face, not facial features or design on it, just a plain white mask. His belt carries two sets of daggers made of silver and adamantine. He says nothing as he watches the tavern setting before sitting down at a table and pulling out a small black book and writing in it.
*Fine once again I'm bringing my new character to people cuz no one will come to him, click on my profile then go to posts, second or third is his intro, but I did forget to mention the he's an half-elf.* The half-elf follows him in, sheathing his greatsword as the rain washes of most the demon blood on his gear. "You, do you know what tavern this is? And where?" He speaks in a lower tone, slightly tired.
The figure shakes its head "My job is not to question where or what but to question why" the man said underneath of the mask
". . . ., I'm the one questioning, & you could have just said no."
The man chuckles "Your eye for observation serves you well" he said and strides ahead
"If you don't pay attention you're practically dead, especially with what I do."
"Well the hats off to you my friend" He said and gave a dramatic bow. "I am IV. or Six if you like. whatever one"
"Vencerys Stonewood, most call me Vence." He nods his head as he says this.
"Pleasure to meet you" he said
"You too, nice to see a face th-well someone that isn't a demon."
Atemos scoffs.
He looks over then once he sees he throws a handaxe at his head. *to hit: 21 and no damage cuz blessing.*
Atemos catches it. “Mhm. Watch yourself.”
He draws his greatsword "I just killed at least 30 of your kind, you'll be no different."
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*Whew, having a thread that's actually decent is attention-eating.*
Wolfe is in her room, playing her guitar a bit.
Wyatt is doing Wyatt things.
-insert whoever-
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*Sorry, like I said, attention-eating.*
*Wdym?*
She can see a hyena outside her window, sitting precariously in a tree. It’s watching her.
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Paris seems to be making a replica of Smidge. He is taking apart some of his other half-finished creations for extra parts.
Smidge bats at a spare spring
*Do you wanna timewarp to the next day?*
*Alright*
Paris has fallen asleep on his work bench. He has his mask off, and his hood down. You can see the rest of his scar. It seems to have shredded most of his right ear, and it stretches down to his cheek. A near-perfect replica of smidge lays next to him on the workbench. Some spare parts have rolled onto the floor.
Eaton rubs his eyes and smiles he props Paris up and walks him to his bed. He lays him down then goes and looks at the replica of Smidge
Paris snores and turns over. The replica is expertly crafted, and seems to be made of mostly bronze. Its' tail and back legs are unfinished.
"This is amazing." he whispers
Paris stirs in the other room and sits up. In a moment of panic he pulls his hood up and walks into the other room.
"Paris this is amazing!" Eaton says excitedly
"Uhh...." Paris hurriedly grabs his mask and puts it on. "T-Thanks."
"You don't have to hide your face around me you know."
Paris sighs. "You saw it, didn't you."
"Yeah....."
Paris takes the mask off and sits down. At a closer look, his eyes have a purple sheen on them. "I guess there's no reason to wear this then."
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.
Meets DC beats it. She becomes sober fairly quickly "Oh..... hello, Soldaer. I.... Said quite a lot, didnt I...."
Soldaer laughs. "Yeah, a decent bit. I think you were just about as drunk as you were back in Sigil."
"Just about.... usually happens weekly. You.... Wanted to know about Joshua?"
Soldaer chuckles slightly. "If you're willing to tell me, then yes."
She sighs "Follow me" She begins walking towards the end of the world
Soldaer nods, and follows.
She walks through a certain spot in the void wall
Soldaer stops momentarily before shrugging and following E through.
He walks through a hidden portal, finding himself outside what would look like the gates of a large city. However, inside only around half the city seems built, the inner core full of buildings made out of lustrous black and white stone. The outer ring, from the edge of those buildings to the wall, is filled with a more gruesome landscape. Buildings in ruins, completely destroyed or heavily damaged, some places seeming to have stains from blood. A deadland that looks like it was burned, blown up, and magically attacked.E stands next to him, looking over the scene somber
What happened here, E? Soldaer asks, obviously shocked.
A war. This is Eligas. My home city...
Ohhh....Soldaer just goes silent for a minute, trying to process the sight.
It... Wasnt exactly like this when I was younger
I wouldn't think so. This has something to do with Joshua though?
(Yes... And no. The war started as he died)
Soldaer turns and looks at E You brought me here to tell me about Joshua. I have a feeling there's much more to the story about the war than what you've told me so far, E.
It... Starts before me. Long before. Around 250 years ago, the city was prospering..... The 2nd largest in Sogel, and growing. A city full of wealth for all who stayed in it
Ok, go on...
Then.... The current lord of the city died of old age. The next in line was his son, Joshua. 'Lord' Joshua was a greedy scumbag. He made the city unlivable for anyone not noble. The taxes were unpayable, the property unaffordable, and anyone who spoke against him, r anyone he saw as a threat to his power would be publicly executed. And that doesnt even start on his scandals...
Soldaer nods. I see...
I.. was born on these streets. Under his rule, to a single mother. And not technically noble
Go on...
I... Me and my brother eventually lost our mother to sickness. I was 7 at the time... Thats when we had to start surviving on our own. And when I started teaching myself magic. We.... Had a living aunt on our fathers side who owned a home we stayed in every once in a while. But we couldnt be there often, for reasons we didnt understand at the time... Considering her mother was apparently single... Its strange that the aunt would be on the fathers side. And that theyd own property despite it being so expensive...
Oh E...I'm sorry. Soldaer puts an arm around her shoulder and gives her a hug.
Theres.... Theres no need to be sorry... Kalnor and I survived..
Still...I can't imagine how hard it must've been...
It.... It was tough.... But the streets werent much compared to the events after that..
What happened?
(Well... Joshua had an heir. A son with his wife. However... He discovered he also discovered he had another son and a daughter that he hadnt known about .. One of them older than his heir"
You and Kalnor?
She nods slowly
And I'm guessing a Civil war broke out, correct?
She shakes her head (No one know... Only we did,.our aunt did,.and he did... He captured Kalnor)
He. Did. WHAT?
(He had captured Kalnor. And framed him of a triple murder to execute him...)
Various angry sounds come over the telepathic link, as well as out loud.
She nods, a scowl on her face "I had good reason to hate my father as much as I did. I only.had a week to act..."
A WEEK!!? Soldaer yells, a slight growl tinging his voice.
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Oscar walks inside. She goes upstairs for a minute, noticing that her clothing was now dampened with sweat. She reappears a few minutes later wearing a White button-up shirt and a double breasted suspenders/pants with with silver hoop earrings. She smiles, enjoying the dress thoroughly and how it hugs her curves nicely. Tink and Bonk purring with content as they sit on her shoulders. She hums to herself.
Soldaer walks inside a short time afterward and spots her. He motions to an unoccupied table in the corner, and pulls a bottle of Feywine out of one of his pockets with a smile.
She giggles to herself and saunters over, sitting down besides him. "Well good morning" she said and watched him.
"Good morning dear. Feeling better I see." He says with a chuckles as he leans over and gives her a kiss.
"Indeed, still some scars but otherwise fine" she said and kissed back
Soldaer reaches into another pocket and pulls out a pair of glasses, and deftly fills both with the Feywine, giving one to Oscar, and drinking from the other himself.
She chuckles "That jackets holds everything hm?" she asked, sipping hers.
Soldaer shrugs, chuckling. "It's got a couple extradimensional pockets in it, so it can hold just about anything I need it to. I had about four bottles of this stuff on me when E, Atemos, Avarice, and myself went to Sigil." He says, taking a sip on his glass.
The Feywine has an interesting combination of flavors. Honey, a very sweet fruity flavor, and several spices, including some Oscar can't identify.
She chuckled "sounded like fun" she said and grinned. She holds the neck of the glass, swirling around the wine a bit, watching its crimson liquid form a sort of whirlpool before stopping.
"It definitely was. Atemos, the Demon Lord, got drunk and tried licking a Dancing light I created." Soldaer laughs at the memory before taking another sip of his glass. "Took him a single swig of this magical alcohol E has called Syna to become that drunk, while it took me two whole bottles of my Feywine." He says with a chuckle.
She chuckles again and drinks back the wine in her glass with ease, seeming to not get soused a bit. She smiles "Last time I got drunk was with Abberon and Cindel. We were celebrating the end of a war time and everyone there got drunk."
Soldaer watches her with a smile on his face. "That does seem like a god reason to celebrate." He says before draining his glass and pouring another for each of them, also not even remotely drunk yet.
She takes the bottle from him and pours herself another glass "(GP) you for getting good wine, im a sucker for it"
Soldaer chuckles. "This isn't even the really good stuff. That's back up in my room." He says, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Hm" she said and tapped her glass against her teeth "Thats a maybe on the offer"
Soldaer smiles slyly. "C'mon. You know you're intrigued by that possibility." He puts the cork back on the bottle and slips it back into one of his pockets. "Shall we?" He asks, putting his arm out so she can slip her's through it.
She narrows her eyes and drinks back the glass of wine with ease. "fine then" she said and took his arm.
Soldaer chuckles, and leads her upstairs, not even bothering with the glasses. You didn't sound so sure, dear...Do you have other things on your mind?
"Others things I suppose." She said, removing a neatly folded paper from her pocket
Anything I can help with? He asks, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Not at the moment my love" she said and kissed his hand
They reach the section of wall where the door to Soldaer's room is. Maybe a little distraction will help...
She smiled and kisses his hand again "Maybe it will"
Soldaer smiles, and pushes open the door pulling her inside. and closing the door behind them.
The chairs and table are still there from the last time they were in here. Soldaer gestures to one of the chairs. "Shall have some more drinks, from my good private stock?" He asks with a smile.
*Your going to have resend that PM again*
She chuckles and sits down
*You lost it?*
Soldaer chuckles and walks over to his collection. "More Feywine, or something else? I've got some very good Hespelioran Whiskey and Cavonian brandy."
*More like a habit of deleting things in my PM often*
"Anything with cinnamon"
*Got it.*
"Hmmmm....Let me see what I have then." Soldaer looks through his case, before pulling out a bottle. "Soskeolian Spiced Rum." He says with a twinkle in his eye.
"Mnnn never been much for rum. Got anything with a kick"
"Hmmm...." Soldaer puts the bottle back. "I think I have something then...." A bit more clinking of bottles and Soldaer turns back with a different bottle, this one filled with a fiery red liquid. "Desmianan Fireblossom Whiskey. Has a bit of cinnamon, but more importantly, extract from the Fireblossom. This will definitely pack a punch." He says with a grin.
"Mn" she said and gave a thumbs up "That will do"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Soldaer chuckles and walks over to his collection. "More Feywine, or something else? I've got some very good Hespelioran Whiskey and Cavonian brandy."
Soldaer the ladykiller, back in action. Atemos said teasingly.
ATEMOS!!!! Soldaer is trying to sound angry, but can't entirely. I am certain I have no clue what you're talking about my friend.
Mhmmm… Sure you do. You have a tendency to try to offer pretty girls alcohol.
Ehhh, so what? Maybe I just like sharing a drink with people, and most of the men here are too busy arguing. He says with a laugh. Besides, don't forget that I had Avery up here for a drink once, to try and smooth things over after that unfortunate incident with Egrien's staff. Or that I tried to offer you some Feywine in that bar back in Sigil, although you may have been to drunk on SYNA to remember that.
I’ll be honest, I barely remember anything from Sigil. Which scares me. Want me to chaperone your date?
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Meets DC beats it. She becomes sober fairly quickly "Oh..... hello, Soldaer. I.... Said quite a lot, didnt I...."
Soldaer laughs. "Yeah, a decent bit. I think you were just about as drunk as you were back in Sigil."
"Just about.... usually happens weekly. You.... Wanted to know about Joshua?"
Soldaer chuckles slightly. "If you're willing to tell me, then yes."
She sighs "Follow me" She begins walking towards the end of the world
Soldaer nods, and follows.
She walks through a certain spot in the void wall
Soldaer stops momentarily before shrugging and following E through.
He walks through a hidden portal, finding himself outside what would look like the gates of a large city. However, inside only around half the city seems built, the inner core full of buildings made out of lustrous black and white stone. The outer ring, from the edge of those buildings to the wall, is filled with a more gruesome landscape. Buildings in ruins, completely destroyed or heavily damaged, some places seeming to have stains from blood. A deadland that looks like it was burned, blown up, and magically attacked.E stands next to him, looking over the scene somber
What happened here, E? Soldaer asks, obviously shocked.
A war. This is Eligas. My home city...
Ohhh....Soldaer just goes silent for a minute, trying to process the sight.
It... Wasnt exactly like this when I was younger
I wouldn't think so. This has something to do with Joshua though?
(Yes... And no. The war started as he died)
Soldaer turns and looks at E You brought me here to tell me about Joshua. I have a feeling there's much more to the story about the war than what you've told me so far, E.
It... Starts before me. Long before. Around 250 years ago, the city was prospering..... The 2nd largest in Sogel, and growing. A city full of wealth for all who stayed in it
Ok, go on...
Then.... The current lord of the city died of old age. The next in line was his son, Joshua. 'Lord' Joshua was a greedy scumbag. He made the city unlivable for anyone not noble. The taxes were unpayable, the property unaffordable, and anyone who spoke against him, r anyone he saw as a threat to his power would be publicly executed. And that doesnt even start on his scandals...
Soldaer nods. I see...
I.. was born on these streets. Under his rule, to a single mother. And not technically noble
Go on...
I... Me and my brother eventually lost our mother to sickness. I was 7 at the time... Thats when we had to start surviving on our own. And when I started teaching myself magic. We.... Had a living aunt on our fathers side who owned a home we stayed in every once in a while. But we couldnt be there often, for reasons we didnt understand at the time... Considering her mother was apparently single... Its strange that the aunt would be on the fathers side. And that theyd own property despite it being so expensive...
Oh E...I'm sorry. Soldaer puts an arm around her shoulder and gives her a hug.
Theres.... Theres no need to be sorry... Kalnor and I survived..
Still...I can't imagine how hard it must've been...
It.... It was tough.... But the streets werent much compared to the events after that..
What happened?
(Well... Joshua had an heir. A son with his wife. However... He discovered he also discovered he had another son and a daughter that he hadnt known about .. One of them older than his heir"
You and Kalnor?
She nods slowly
And I'm guessing a Civil war broke out, correct?
She shakes her head (No one know... Only we did,.our aunt did,.and he did... He captured Kalnor)
He. Did. WHAT?
(He had captured Kalnor. And framed him of a triple murder to execute him...)
Various angry sounds come over the telepathic link, as well as out loud.
She nods, a scowl on her face "I had good reason to hate my father as much as I did. I only.had a week to act..."
A WEEK!!? Soldaer yells, a slight growl tinging his voice.
She nods He wanted Kalnor dead fast...
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Paris seems to be making a replica of Smidge. He is taking apart some of his other half-finished creations for extra parts.
Smidge bats at a spare spring
*Do you wanna timewarp to the next day?*
*Alright*
Paris has fallen asleep on his work bench. He has his mask off, and his hood down. You can see the rest of his scar. It seems to have shredded most of his right ear, and it stretches down to his cheek. A near-perfect replica of smidge lays next to him on the workbench. Some spare parts have rolled onto the floor.
Eaton rubs his eyes and smiles he props Paris up and walks him to his bed. He lays him down then goes and looks at the replica of Smidge
Paris snores and turns over. The replica is expertly crafted, and seems to be made of mostly bronze. Its' tail and back legs are unfinished.
"This is amazing." he whispers
Paris stirs in the other room and sits up. In a moment of panic he pulls his hood up and walks into the other room.
"Paris this is amazing!" Eaton says excitedly
"Uhh...." Paris hurriedly grabs his mask and puts it on. "T-Thanks."
"You don't have to hide your face around me you know."
Paris sighs. "You saw it, didn't you."
"Yeah....."
Paris takes the mask off and sits down. At a closer look, his eyes have a purple sheen on them. "I guess there's no reason to wear this then."
Eaton rests his head on his chin and looks into Paris's eyes. "You know I think Smidge likes you."
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Paris sighs. "You saw it, didn't you."
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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.
Atemos catches it. “Mhm. Watch yourself.”
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Ehhh, so what? Maybe I just like sharing a drink with people, and most of the men here are too busy arguing. He says with a laugh. Besides, don't forget that I had Avery up here for a drink once, to try and smooth things over after that unfortunate incident with Egrien's staff. Or that I tried to offer you some Feywine in that bar back in Sigil, although you may have been to drunk on SYNA to remember that.
*Vence's already trying to, man its hard to hold an interaction with 3 different people.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yeah....."
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Very hesitantly, she told him about everything.
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“You really should slow down. You might actually poison yourself.” Atemos looked mildly worried.
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making a smoothie for meta
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Theren goes very very very quiet.
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Krathian is meditating out by the firmament
Jim is deviling eggs
Finn is punching a tree, repeatedly
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.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
He draws his greatsword "I just killed at least 30 of your kind, you'll be no different."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“Usually angels attack me by now..”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Wdym?*
She can see a hyena outside her window, sitting precariously in a tree. It’s watching her.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Paris takes the mask off and sits down. At a closer look, his eyes have a purple sheen on them. "I guess there's no reason to wear this then."
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.
A WEEK!!? Soldaer yells, a slight growl tinging his voice.
"Why exactly?"
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"Mn" she said and gave a thumbs up "That will do"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
I’ll be honest, I barely remember anything from Sigil. Which scares me. Want me to chaperone your date?
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making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She nods He wanted Kalnor dead fast...
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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Eaton rests his head on his chin and looks into Paris's eyes. "You know I think Smidge likes you."
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