"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.
"I'm guessing you write everything down?"
They sit down & start writing down what they got from him "if it isn't already, or if it isn't known widespread enough."
Zemetekile crosses his legs and sits as well. "You could probably publish those."
"I donate my knowledge to schools & libraries."
Zemetekile places the sack of things on the table and smiles. "That's great of you."
"Like I said I bless the world with my knowledge."
"Nice. I don't really do anything that exciting."
"What do you do though?" They stop writing.
"Are you gonna write this down?"
They look up, "yes?"
"Oh gosh. I just travel around, helping people the best I can."
He writes it down while saying "Zemetekile, kind traveler. Why thank you for your time and info, now, I'll be getting a room here, See you around!" They grab their stuff & start heading to the counter.
Kai enters the tavern hurriedly, his shirt cut open by something and a bit of blood from a cut in the same area. Once he's fully in, he looks around for a second before transforming into a random tavern goer, his clothes changing with him (For those of you that know, he doesn't do the shape shifting thing lightly). After a few moments, a guardsmen enters the tavern, his sword drawn and a bit of cloth, along with a flyer in his other hand. His armor is dented from multiple attacks of some sort, and some parts of his armor looks like its been scorched by a torch.
*Ok, so until i get told otherwise, this is up. If anyone wants to do something theres no ccharacters that can't interact*
*Beautiful! I'll free up Phantom for it!*
Phantom watches this, even Kai's shapeshifting. Come here. He says with complete calm, directing Kai towards the couch where he's sitting.
Kai, given phantoms dragon-ness and not wanting to die, walks over as best he can without being given away
Phantom chuckles slightly at Kai's behavior. What's going on, Kai?
(What do you mean?)
He chuckles again. I say you come in, and I saw that guard chase you in here.
(Look, he has no clue where I am, so maybe don't say anything to them please)
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.
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 portal in the void wall opens, and out steps a 5'11 guy, his skin was greyish-blue, his hair was colored like blue fire, and his sapphire eyes shone with a crazed calmness. He wore a dark blue, almost black, tight leather vest with similar leather arm bands on his forearms. He has some black cloth pants that lead into some soft-looking leather boots that was more blue than black. Around his waist is a dark purple cloth sash with robe-like coat tails coming from out of it. He looks around for a bit, then makes his way to the tavern.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A portal in the void wall opens, and out steps a 5'11 guy, his skin was greyish-blue, his hair was colored like blue fire, and his sapphire eyes shone with a crazed calmness. He wore a dark blue, almost black, tight leather vest with similar leather arm bands on his forearms. He has some black cloth pants that lead into some soft-looking leather boots that was more blue than black. Around his waist is a dark purple cloth sash with robe-like coat tails coming from out of it. He looks around for a bit, then makes his way to the tavern.
A person in a grey robe is gardening by the tavern and turns to look at the newcomer. His eyes are covered by a pair of orange goggles.
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 halfling standing 4'2 walks in. He has dark brown hair that is shaggy and hangs in front of his eyes a bit. He wears a long black shirt, a leather breastplate, long trousers, leather shin guards, and thin boots. He wears a cloak around his shoulders, its hood covering his head as he makes his way across the floor of the tavern. He has a grin on his face as he sits at a table and just stares ahead, maybe meditating maybe something else.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A portal in the void wall opens, and out steps a 5'11 guy, his skin was greyish-blue, his hair was colored like blue fire, and his sapphire eyes shone with a crazed calmness. He wore a dark blue, almost black, tight leather vest with similar leather arm bands on his forearms. He has some black cloth pants that lead into some soft-looking leather boots that was more blue than black. Around his waist is a dark purple cloth sash with robe-like coat tails coming from out of it. He looks around for a bit, then makes his way to the tavern.
A person in a grey robe is gardening by the tavern and turns to look at the newcomer. His eyes are covered by a pair of orange goggles.
The newcomer looks at the gardener and smiles, giving a small wave.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Phantom is flying over the forest, slowly making his way out towards the Iron Wastes.
Yazrin is in the forest watching some of the newest people.
Soldaer is sleeping in his room.
Lhurr is at the bar.
*Wasnt someone away in hells?*
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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.
He writes it down while saying "Zemetekile, kind traveler. Why thank you for your time and info, now, I'll be getting a room here, See you around!" They grab their stuff & start heading to the counter.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*I making a halfling*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Phantom chuckles. No need to worry, Kai.
*Morning all!*
*Elendon! you're on! please tell me this speeds it up.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Shrugs. I'm still very much so tired, so... Who knows, lol*
Phantom is flying over the forest, slowly making his way out towards the Iron Wastes.
Yazrin is in the forest watching some of the newest people.
Soldaer is sleeping in his room.
Lhurr is at the bar.
Quaelanian is now sorting out their items in their room, the door not really closed.
Valian is in the library looking for spells he can cast.
Spectacle is practicing tap dancing in their room, her door ajar
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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.
*Do you guys know if Theren will be on?*
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.
*Eh, might as well remake this guy.*
A portal in the void wall opens, and out steps a 5'11 guy, his skin was greyish-blue, his hair was colored like blue fire, and his sapphire eyes shone with a crazed calmness. He wore a dark blue, almost black, tight leather vest with similar leather arm bands on his forearms. He has some black cloth pants that lead into some soft-looking leather boots that was more blue than black. Around his waist is a dark purple cloth sash with robe-like coat tails coming from out of it. He looks around for a bit, then makes his way 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.
*hasn't been on for like a day or so. I think.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Valian is walking by to get more tea but he see over Flannes shoulder, "are those spells?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
A person in a grey robe is gardening by the tavern and turns to look at the newcomer. His eyes are covered by a pair of orange goggles.
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.
Vencerys walks up from the side, "who are you stalking."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
A halfling standing 4'2 walks in. He has dark brown hair that is shaggy and hangs in front of his eyes a bit. He wears a long black shirt, a leather breastplate, long trousers, leather shin guards, and thin boots. He wears a cloak around his shoulders, its hood covering his head as he makes his way across the floor of the tavern. He has a grin on his face as he sits at a table and just stares ahead, maybe meditating maybe something else.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The newcomer looks at the gardener and smiles, giving a small wave.
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.
*Wasnt someone away in hells?*
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)
"Yes they are."
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.
*Right...That's Yazrin...Brain no work when no wake yet...*