"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
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.
*Eavalon is downstairs, but I can bring in almost anyone. Not Kalnor or E tho*
*I don't really mind who it is, I kind of just wanna do something with Arc while I still have the urge.*
*Feel free to interact, then :)*
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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 Characters (Outdated)
Nerima is sitting on the roof, playing with some bones.
-yet again, insert whoever-
*Morning!*
Once Wolfe finishes her coffee, she gets up and stretches a bit, then tunes her guitar until she's satisfied. She then walks to an area of the tavern that allows her to be seen from anywhere, where she starts performing her brand new song! Song
After she's done, Wolfe sits down at a table and relaxes.
Nerima is still playing with bones.
Arc is floating in front of the void wall, about 50 feet up.
*Ill just put in classic characters because my brain hurts at the moment*
A cloaked individual sits outside. He is clothing from head to toe in clothing that conceals his skin beneath it, he wears a gas mask over his face to hide it as if the air around him was hard to breath. He carries a doctor's bag filled with alchemy supplies. He has a small raven with human-like teeth on his shoulder that flicks its head around to stare at people. He promptly makes his way to the library and sits down, unpacking his supplies right there.
* oh hey I remember him from the first time.*
Valian looks over from in the library, surrounded by books, and a cup of tea.
Stroth narrows his eyes, seeking a quiet place to study
He gives a face like 'What did I do?' when he narrows his eyes.
Stroth rolls his eyes bheind his mask and walks over the couch nestled in the corner of the room
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Nerima is sitting on the roof, playing with some bones.
-yet again, insert whoever-
*Morning!*
Once Wolfe finishes her coffee, she gets up and stretches a bit, then tunes her guitar until she's satisfied. She then walks to an area of the tavern that allows her to be seen from anywhere, where she starts performing her brand new song! Song
After she's done, Wolfe sits down at a table and relaxes.
Nerima is still playing with bones.
Arc is floating in front of the void wall, about 50 feet up.
Vencerys watches from the ground.
*Need a description?*
*Also, I need one for Venecerys.*
He seems to be writing something in a book.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Ill just put in classic characters because my brain hurts at the moment*
A cloaked individual sits outside. He is clothing from head to toe in clothing that conceals his skin beneath it, he wears a gas mask over his face to hide it as if the air around him was hard to breath. He carries a doctor's bag filled with alchemy supplies. He has a small raven with human-like teeth on his shoulder that flicks its head around to stare at people. He promptly makes his way to the library and sits down, unpacking his supplies right there.
* oh hey I remember him from the first time.*
Valian looks over from in the library, surrounded by books, and a cup of tea.
Stroth narrows his eyes, seeking a quiet place to study
He gives a face like 'What did I do?' when he narrows his eyes.
Stroth rolls his eyes bheind his mask and walks over the couch nestled in the corner of the room
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
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.
Nerima is sitting on the roof, playing with some bones.
-yet again, insert whoever-
*Morning!*
Once Wolfe finishes her coffee, she gets up and stretches a bit, then tunes her guitar until she's satisfied. She then walks to an area of the tavern that allows her to be seen from anywhere, where she starts performing her brand new song! Song
After she's done, Wolfe sits down at a table and relaxes.
Nerima is still playing with bones.
Arc is floating in front of the void wall, about 50 feet up.
Vencerys watches from the ground.
*Need a description?*
*Also, I need one for Venecerys.*
He seems to be writing something in a book.
*yee*
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, 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 strapped onto it, 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.
Nerima is sitting on the roof, playing with some bones.
-yet again, insert whoever-
*Morning!*
Once Wolfe finishes her coffee, she gets up and stretches a bit, then tunes her guitar until she's satisfied. She then walks to an area of the tavern that allows her to be seen from anywhere, where she starts performing her brand new song! Song
After she's done, Wolfe sits down at a table and relaxes.
Nerima is still playing with bones.
Arc is floating in front of the void wall, about 50 feet up.
Vencerys watches from the ground.
*Need a description?*
*Also, I need one for Venecerys.*
He seems to be writing something in a book.
*yee*
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, 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 strapped onto it, 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.
"What are you doing?" He has a kinda low voice.
*From his intro, also going ahead and changing pfp to the image that inspired him.*
An elven looking man floats into the tavern, wearing a dark blue robe with streaks of neon blue in it, with the hood up. He has a pair of kaleidoscopic butterfly wings on his back, and strong magical energy emanates from him. His eyes glow multi-colored lights in a kaleidoscopic fashion, and his skin is extremely pale, and he has a splash of freckles over his face that also glows.
Arc looks down and floats down to meet him. "I am studying." Arc has a very monotone and emotionless voice, and his facial expression is the same.
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
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.
"So I may have gotten lost here, but as long as there's still things to learn here, I'm good staying here. It is Pleasant to meet to meet you Zemetekile."
"You seem to enjoy being here. Nice to meet you as well. You mentioned Lorekeep?"
"Keeper of any lore I find, on anything, as I am an incarnate of Quaelanian, a diety who's purpose is to collect knowledge about anything & everything, keeping it written & blessing others with the knowledge they've collected."
"What do you mean by incarnate? Are you a follower or an avatar?"
"I'm am an incarnation of Quaelanian, when I die I will come back in another form, continuing my quest to leave nothing unwritten, or unknown." *Okay so they say all this, but.....*
"Cool. I am a follower of Riveara. I was exiled from my city, though I still try to follow her tenets."
"Ah, So you follow another's tenets, while I, follow my own. What would be Riveara's tenets?"
"To lessen other's suffering."
"Hmm, let's hurry up our pace I can't write, walk, & talk at the same time." They speed up a little bit towards the tavern.
Zemetekile matches his pace.
"So what brings you here?"
"Nowhere else to go."
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
Nerima is sitting on the roof, playing with some bones.
-yet again, insert whoever-
*Morning!*
Once Wolfe finishes her coffee, she gets up and stretches a bit, then tunes her guitar until she's satisfied. She then walks to an area of the tavern that allows her to be seen from anywhere, where she starts performing her brand new song! Song
After she's done, Wolfe sits down at a table and relaxes.
Nerima is still playing with bones.
Arc is floating in front of the void wall, about 50 feet up.
Vencerys watches from the ground.
*Need a description?*
*Also, I need one for Venecerys.*
He seems to be writing something in a book.
*yee*
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, 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 strapped onto it, 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.
"What are you doing?" He has a kinda low voice.
*From his intro, also going ahead and changing pfp to the image that inspired him.*
An elven looking man floats into the tavern, wearing a dark blue robe with streaks of neon blue in it, with the hood up. He has a pair of kaleidoscopic butterfly wings on his back, and strong magical energy emanates from him. His eyes glow multi-colored lights in a kaleidoscopic fashion, and his skin is extremely pale, and he has a splash of freckles over his face that also glows.
Arc looks down and floats down to meet him. "I am studying." Arc has a very monotone and emotionless voice, and his facial expression is the same.
"okay then, you know what this is?" He points to the wall.
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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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Zemetekile matches his pace.
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.
*I don't really mind who it is, I kind of just wanna do something with Arc while I still have the urge.*
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.
*and those are the only 2 I'm familiar with so.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Ok gimme a sec
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Feel free to interact, then :)*
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)
Vencerys watches from the ground.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Stroth rolls his eyes bheind his mask and walks over the couch nestled in the corner of the room
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"So what brings you here?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
* REAHHREHRGRHEGHR -fart reverb noise-*
Arc finishes studying the void wall for today and makes his way back to 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.
*i want to revive Anson but my braincells aren't motivated*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Need a description?*
*Also, I need one for Venecerys.*
He seems to be writing something in a book.
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.
He watches, wondering what that was about.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*I have no idea who that is :) *
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Nowhere else to go."
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.
*yee*
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, 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 strapped onto it, 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.
"What are you doing?" He has a kinda low voice.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*From his intro, also going ahead and changing pfp to the image that inspired him.*
An elven looking man floats into the tavern, wearing a dark blue robe with streaks of neon blue in it, with the hood up. He has a pair of kaleidoscopic butterfly wings on his back, and strong magical energy emanates from him. His eyes glow multi-colored lights in a kaleidoscopic fashion, and his skin is extremely pale, and he has a splash of freckles over his face that also glows.
Arc looks down and floats down to meet him. "I am studying." Arc has a very monotone and emotionless voice, and his facial expression is the same.
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.
"Why is that?" They get to the tavern door & open it.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Zemetekile follows. "Sent there by my god after I was exiled."
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.
"Hmm, okay , well let me right this stuff down," They're already taking out ink, a quill, & some parchment.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"okay then, you know what this is?" He points to the wall.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.