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.
The gardener grins back. "Anything I can do for you?"
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.
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.
The gardener grins back. "Anything I can do for you?"
"Actually, yes, there is. Could you tell me where I have ended up?" He walked over.
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Valian is walking by to get more tea but he see over Flannes shoulder, "are those spells?"
"Yes they are."
"could you help me? I know I lcan use magic but I haven't been able to find what spells I can cast."
"You can borrow this spellbook." Flanne motions to the one he is copying spells into. "I've only done the first levels, so you can experiment for a while if you want."
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.
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.
The gardener grins back. "Anything I can do for you?"
"Actually, yes, there is. Could you tell me where I have ended up?" He walked over.
"A tavern. One at the end of the world to be precise. Whether it is the end of space and time, I cannot tell."
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.
Valian is walking by to get more tea but he see over Flannes shoulder, "are those spells?"
"Yes they are."
"could you help me? I know I lcan use magic but I haven't been able to find what spells I can cast."
"You can borrow this spellbook." Flanne motions to the one he is copying spells into. "I've only done the first levels, so you can experiment for a while if you want."
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.
The gardener grins back. "Anything I can do for you?"
"Actually, yes, there is. Could you tell me where I have ended up?" He walked over.
"A tavern. One at the end of the world to be precise. Whether it is the end of space and time, I cannot tell."
He chuckled. "How interesting. What world is it at the end of, exactly?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Valian is walking by to get more tea but he see over Flannes shoulder, "are those spells?"
"Yes they are."
"could you help me? I know I lcan use magic but I haven't been able to find what spells I can cast."
"You can borrow this spellbook." Flanne motions to the one he is copying spells into. "I've only done the first levels, so you can experiment for a while if you want."
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.
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.
The gardener grins back. "Anything I can do for you?"
"Actually, yes, there is. Could you tell me where I have ended up?" He walked over.
"A tavern. One at the end of the world to be precise. Whether it is the end of space and time, I cannot tell."
He chuckled. "How interesting. What world is it at the end of, exactly?"
The gardener shrugs. "I'm just a person trying to help other people."
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.
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.
The gardener grins back. "Anything I can do for you?"
"Actually, yes, there is. Could you tell me where I have ended up?" He walked over.
"A tavern. One at the end of the world to be precise. Whether it is the end of space and time, I cannot tell."
He chuckled. "How interesting. What world is it at the end of, exactly?"
The gardener shrugs. "I'm just a person trying to help other people."
The newcomer smiled wickedly and did a bow. "That's honorable of you. My name is Darkflare, call me Flare if you desire. Who might I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Valian is walking by to get more tea but he see over Flannes shoulder, "are those spells?"
"Yes they are."
"could you help me? I know I lcan use magic but I haven't been able to find what spells I can cast."
"You can borrow this spellbook." Flanne motions to the one he is copying spells into. "I've only done the first levels, so you can experiment for a while if you want."
"Thank you!"
Flanne nods and sips his coffee.
He grabs it & starts seeing if he can cast anything.
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.
The gardener grins back. "Anything I can do for you?"
"Actually, yes, there is. Could you tell me where I have ended up?" He walked over.
"A tavern. One at the end of the world to be precise. Whether it is the end of space and time, I cannot tell."
He chuckled. "How interesting. What world is it at the end of, exactly?"
The gardener shrugs. "I'm just a person trying to help other people."
The newcomer smiled wickedly and did a bow. "That's honorable of you. My name is Darkflare, call me Flare if you desire. Who might I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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The gardener grins back. "Anything I can do for you?"
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.
*No matter! Vencerys can still interact with them then! What are they doing?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Actually, yes, there is. Could you tell me where I have ended up?" He walked over.
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.
"could you help me? I know I can use magic but I haven't been able to find what spells I can cast."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Ummm....In the middle of Avernus, in a sealed room as an escort for E and Valitya while Xorius talks to Valitya....*
*nevermind then.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*-my brain clot yo-*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You can borrow this spellbook." Flanne motions to the one he is copying spells into. "I've only done the first levels, so you can experiment for a while if you want."
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 tavern. One at the end of the world to be precise. Whether it is the end of space and time, I cannot tell."
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.
"Thank you!"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*We've got that PM to finish up...Shrugs*
He chuckled. "How interesting. What world is it at the end of, exactly?"
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.
Flanne nods and sips his coffee.
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 know its just a factor of motivation*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The gardener shrugs. "I'm just a person trying to help other people."
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.
*Fair. I'm completely exhausted rn, but need to try and stay awake because it's 9:45 am, and I have a class in about 5 minutes...*
The newcomer smiled wickedly and did a bow. "That's honorable of you. My name is Darkflare, call me Flare if you desire. Who might I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
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 grabs it & starts seeing if he can cast anything.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*alright ill just be hopping off.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Hello Darkflare. My name is Zemetekile."
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.