Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
A slight chuckle comes from the woods to the side as an arrow knocks into the tree right next to one of Alson's daggers. It seems to radiate a bit of cold energy as faint snowflakes and mist stream off it.
Alson rolls his eyes "Elves" he murmers
Yazrin steps seemingly out of nowhere, chuckling still. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, at your service." He says, maroon eyes flashing.
Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
"Sorry for trying to help."
He sighs "Nah, im sorry for being grumpy" he said
"Could you help me though? What's the name of this tavern?" He nods over at the tavern.
It fades into reality, crawling along the rafters.
*None of you can ignore it's existence.... it'll eventually fall on someone.....*
Alabaster see's it and shivers a bit with disgust. This dwarf was afraid of spiders.
It's beady eyes all focus on him instantly.
Alabaster backs up a bit, grabbing a handful of papers as a sort-of weapon
A handsome moon elf appears next to him. "You're inside the blessing. You won't be able to harm that thing, not that I think those papers would do much." He says with a chuckle, his deep green eyes, searching.
Alabaster quickly neatens the papers a bit and chuckles "I know, i just don't like spiders eh"
The moon elf chuckles. "Fair enough." He says before extending a hand in greeting. "I'm Phantomizakell, or Phantom if you prefer. What brings you to the tavern?"
"Pleasure to meet ya! im Alabaster Steelheart. me andmy friends are part of the Iron hawks." He said with a proud grin
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
A slight chuckle comes from the woods to the side as an arrow knocks into the tree right next to one of Alson's daggers. It seems to radiate a bit of cold energy as faint snowflakes and mist stream off it.
Alson rolls his eyes "Elves" he murmers
Yazrin steps seemingly out of nowhere, chuckling still. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, at your service." He says, maroon eyes flashing.
Alson narrows his eyes "Whatever"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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)
Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
A slight chuckle comes from the woods to the side as an arrow knocks into the tree right next to one of Alson's daggers. It seems to radiate a bit of cold energy as faint snowflakes and mist stream off it.
Vence looks in the direction it came from & holds the handle of his greatsword with his right hand.
"Calm down, its just elves probably."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
A slight chuckle comes from the woods to the side as an arrow knocks into the tree right next to one of Alson's daggers. It seems to radiate a bit of cold energy as faint snowflakes and mist stream off it.
Vence looks in the direction it came from & holds the handle of his greatsword with his right hand.
"Calm down, its just elves probably."
"That shot an arrow towards us, either bad aim or warning shot." He continues looking around on guard.
It fades into reality, crawling along the rafters.
*None of you can ignore it's existence.... it'll eventually fall on someone.....*
Alabaster see's it and shivers a bit with disgust. This dwarf was afraid of spiders.
It's beady eyes all focus on him instantly.
Alabaster backs up a bit, grabbing a handful of papers as a sort-of weapon
A handsome moon elf appears next to him. "You're inside the blessing. You won't be able to harm that thing, not that I think those papers would do much." He says with a chuckle, his deep green eyes, searching.
Alabaster quickly neatens the papers a bit and chuckles "I know, i just don't like spiders eh"
The moon elf chuckles. "Fair enough." He says before extending a hand in greeting. "I'm Phantomizakell, or Phantom if you prefer. What brings you to the tavern?"
"Pleasure to meet ya! im Alabaster Steelheart. me andmy friends are part of the Iron hawks." He said with a proud grin
Phantom chuckles slightly. "Pleasure to meet you as well, Alabaster Steelheart." He looks at Alabaster with a slightly quizzical look on his face. 'The Iron Hawks you say? The name sounds familiar, but can't say I know too much about your group."
It fades into reality, crawling along the rafters.
*None of you can ignore it's existence.... it'll eventually fall on someone.....*
Alabaster see's it and shivers a bit with disgust. This dwarf was afraid of spiders.
It's beady eyes all focus on him instantly.
Alabaster backs up a bit, grabbing a handful of papers as a sort-of weapon
It lifts up it's mandibles, revealing the human face underneath... which smiles menacingly.
Alabaster lets out a scream and starts smacking it with his papers.
The illusion disappears and Ettor can be heard laughing across the tavern.
Alabaster might be having a panic attack
A bunch of tiny versions of the creature crawl out from under a nearby table and swarm around him.
Alabaster shrieks and backs away very fast
They all grow little bee wings and fly onto his arms and legs and hair....
he starts smacking them with his lyre
Everytime one gets hit, it breaks down into even smaller versions of itself. He can feel their tiny hands clutching his skin and hair, their tiny feet pat-pat-pat-pat-ing as they crawl along the floor and on his skin....
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
A slight chuckle comes from the woods to the side as an arrow knocks into the tree right next to one of Alson's daggers. It seems to radiate a bit of cold energy as faint snowflakes and mist stream off it.
Vence looks in the direction it came from & holds the handle of his greatsword with his right hand.
"Calm down, its just elves probably."
"That shot an arrow towards us, either bad aim or warning shot." He continues looking around on guard.
"Hopefully bad aim" he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Krathian is angrily interrogating a Korred at the point of his cane-sword
Fin is out in the forest, carving what looks to be a scales symbol into one of the trees
Jim is cooking perogis
Ettor is messing with Alabaster with -insert whatever my pfp is-
Wolfe is playing a rock version of "hungry like the wolf" in her room experimentally.
Wyatt is doing Wyatt things.
Krathian walks into her room, holding a Korred aloft by the scruff of its neck and slamming the door behind him. He tosses it against the floor and looks over at Wolfe. "Sorry to interrupt, I needed help brainstorming ideas for what to do with a filthy little sneak-thief."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
It fades into reality, crawling along the rafters.
*None of you can ignore it's existence.... it'll eventually fall on someone.....*
Alabaster see's it and shivers a bit with disgust. This dwarf was afraid of spiders.
It's beady eyes all focus on him instantly.
Alabaster backs up a bit, grabbing a handful of papers as a sort-of weapon
A handsome moon elf appears next to him. "You're inside the blessing. You won't be able to harm that thing, not that I think those papers would do much." He says with a chuckle, his deep green eyes, searching.
Alabaster quickly neatens the papers a bit and chuckles "I know, i just don't like spiders eh"
The moon elf chuckles. "Fair enough." He says before extending a hand in greeting. "I'm Phantomizakell, or Phantom if you prefer. What brings you to the tavern?"
"Pleasure to meet ya! im Alabaster Steelheart. me andmy friends are part of the Iron hawks." He said with a proud grin
Phantom chuckles slightly. "Pleasure to meet you as well, Alabaster Steelheart." He looks at Alabaster with a slightly quizzical look on his face. 'The Iron Hawks you say? The name sounds familiar, but can't say I know too much about your group."
*You can roll history if you want*
Alabaster smiles and pets the zebra-like horses with small wings on their backs "These are my children, Zoe and Moe. they are from fairview"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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 fades into reality, crawling along the rafters.
*None of you can ignore it's existence.... it'll eventually fall on someone.....*
Alabaster see's it and shivers a bit with disgust. This dwarf was afraid of spiders.
It's beady eyes all focus on him instantly.
Alabaster backs up a bit, grabbing a handful of papers as a sort-of weapon
It lifts up it's mandibles, revealing the human face underneath... which smiles menacingly.
Alabaster lets out a scream and starts smacking it with his papers.
The illusion disappears and Ettor can be heard laughing across the tavern.
Alabaster might be having a panic attack
A bunch of tiny versions of the creature crawl out from under a nearby table and swarm around him.
Alabaster shrieks and backs away very fast
They all grow little bee wings and fly onto his arms and legs and hair....
he starts smacking them with his lyre
Everytime one gets hit, it breaks down into even smaller versions of itself. He can feel their tiny hands clutching his skin and hair, their tiny feet pat-pat-pat-pat-ing as they crawl along the floor and on his skin....
Alabaster screams again and tries his best to get them off
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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Yazrin steps seemingly out of nowhere, chuckling still. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, at your service." He says, maroon eyes flashing.
"Could you help me though? What's the name of this tavern?" He nods over at the tavern.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
They all grow little bee wings and fly onto his arms and legs and hair....
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.
"Pleasure to meet ya! im Alabaster Steelheart. me andmy friends are part of the Iron hawks." He said with a proud grin
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Phantom sighs and casts antimagic field, dispelling the illusions.
Alson narrows his eyes "Whatever"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Kalnor walks outside, pacing and confused
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)
She hears rustling in a nearby bush
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Ettor groans from across the tavern.
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.
"Calm down, its just elves probably."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
he starts smacking them with his lyre
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That shot an arrow towards us, either bad aim or warning shot." He continues looking around on guard.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She narrows her blue eyes and pounces upon it
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Phantom chuckles slightly. "Pleasure to meet you as well, Alabaster Steelheart." He looks at Alabaster with a slightly quizzical look on his face. 'The Iron Hawks you say? The name sounds familiar, but can't say I know too much about your group."
Everytime one gets hit, it breaks down into even smaller versions of itself. He can feel their tiny hands clutching his skin and hair, their tiny feet pat-pat-pat-pat-ing as they crawl along the floor and on his skin....
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.
"Hopefully bad aim" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Krathian walks into her room, holding a Korred aloft by the scruff of its neck and slamming the door behind him. He tosses it against the floor and looks over at Wolfe. "Sorry to interrupt, I needed help brainstorming ideas for what to do with a filthy little sneak-thief."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*You can roll history if you want*
Alabaster smiles and pets the zebra-like horses with small wings on their backs "These are my children, Zoe and Moe. they are from fairview"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Paris is outside punching trees over with his gauntlets.
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.
Alabaster screams again and tries his best to get them off
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]