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?"
"Hello Darkflare. My name is Zemetekile."
He stood back up. "Wonderfully met! I appreciate your help in gathering my bearings."
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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?"
"Hello Darkflare. My name is Zemetekile."
He stood back up. "Wonderfully met! I appreciate your help in gathering my bearings."
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?"
"Hello Darkflare. My name is Zemetekile."
He stood back up. "Wonderfully met! I appreciate your help in gathering my bearings."
"Anytime." He goes back to gardening.
"I shall remember your helpfulness." Darkflare continued on his way to the tavern.
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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.
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*
Krathian and Q'ilbrith are playing three-dimensional chess, using tiered wooden boards.
Turin is gambling away his questionably earned riches
Fin is up on the roof, looking at the nearby mountain ranges with a spyglass
Darkflare spots the individual on the roof, and walks until he is below Fin.
*Description?*
*A halfling that appears to be 18-20 yo, he wears a grey woolen tank top and breeches, and a black bandana ties back his unruly blonde-brown hair. He has several piercings: one in his nose and three on each ear. Each is occupied by a small golden ring.*
Fin collapses the telescope and sits down cross-legged, taking a sip of his pale ale.
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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.
Eavalon is watching Kai and the guard with interest
Any of Chris' ther character may be brought on request
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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)
Krathian and Q'ilbrith are playing three-dimensional chess, using tiered wooden boards.
Turin is gambling away his questionably earned riches
Fin is up on the roof, looking at the nearby mountain ranges with a spyglass
Darkflare spots the individual on the roof, and walks until he is below Fin.
*Description?*
*A halfling that appears to be 18-20 yo, he wears a grey woolen tank top and breeches, and a black bandana ties back his unruly blonde-brown hair. He has several piercings: one in his nose and three on each ear. Each is occupied by a small golden ring.*
Fin collapses the telescope and sits down cross-legged, taking a sip of his pale ale.
"Hello up there! Do you happen to know much about this world?" He calls up.
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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*
Krathian looks up from his game, steepling his fingers. "Is something the matter, constable?"
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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.
Krathian and Q'ilbrith are playing three-dimensional chess, using tiered wooden boards.
Turin is gambling away his questionably earned riches
Fin is up on the roof, looking at the nearby mountain ranges with a spyglass
Darkflare spots the individual on the roof, and walks until he is below Fin.
*Description?*
*A halfling that appears to be 18-20 yo, he wears a grey woolen tank top and breeches, and a black bandana ties back his unruly blonde-brown hair. He has several piercings: one in his nose and three on each ear. Each is occupied by a small golden ring.*
Fin collapses the telescope and sits down cross-legged, taking a sip of his pale ale.
"Hello up there! Do you happen to know much about this world?" He calls up.
"That's an odd question," he calls back down. "But not much, no. Why do you ask?"
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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.
Krathian and Q'ilbrith are playing three-dimensional chess, using tiered wooden boards.
Turin is gambling away his questionably earned riches
Fin is up on the roof, looking at the nearby mountain ranges with a spyglass
Darkflare spots the individual on the roof, and walks until he is below Fin.
*Description?*
*A halfling that appears to be 18-20 yo, he wears a grey woolen tank top and breeches, and a black bandana ties back his unruly blonde-brown hair. He has several piercings: one in his nose and three on each ear. Each is occupied by a small golden ring.*
Fin collapses the telescope and sits down cross-legged, taking a sip of his pale ale.
"Hello up there! Do you happen to know much about this world?" He calls up.
"That's an odd question," he calls back down. "But not much, no. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I have just arrived, so I would like to know more about the nature of this world before I continue."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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He stood back up. "Wonderfully met! I appreciate your help in gathering my bearings."
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.
"Anytime." He goes back to gardening.
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 shall remember your helpfulness." Darkflare continued on 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.
Krathian and Q'ilbrith are playing three-dimensional chess, using tiered wooden boards.
Turin is gambling away his questionably earned riches
Fin is up on the roof, looking at the nearby mountain ranges with a spyglass
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"
Darkflare spots the individual on the roof, and walks until he is below Fin.
*Description?*
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.
Zemetekile is planting flowers.
Paris is picking blueberries for Eaton.
Flanne is copying his spellbook.
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.
*Goooooooooooooood morning fellows and fiends!*
*I'm surviving on a bag of apples and some coffee*
Azazel is having breakfast, cause everybody needs some food
Kai is talking to phantom last time i checked. For anyone who wants to join now, i can post again
Avery is hiding in the pillow fort
*Vega went off to help oval find their parents*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Join what?*
Darkflare is outside.
Wolfe is drinking coffee.
-Whoever-
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.
*Lawrence is making a Halfling witch, a Sharp shooter, and a cat*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Interesting set...*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Reposted it for convenience*
Avery looks for taceli
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*A halfling that appears to be 18-20 yo, he wears a grey woolen tank top and breeches, and a black bandana ties back his unruly blonde-brown hair. He has several piercings: one in his nose and three on each ear. Each is occupied by a small golden ring.*
Fin collapses the telescope and sits down cross-legged, taking a sip of his pale ale.
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"
Eavalon is watching Kai and the guard with interest
Any of Chris' ther character may be brought on request
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)
*Hmm, sounds interesting, may do a time warp with Darkflare.*
She's sitting at the bar, thinking about what to get for lunch soon.
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.
*Of course, why wouldn't they be?*
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"
"Hello up there! Do you happen to know much about this world?" He calls up.
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.
Krathian looks up from his game, steepling his fingers. "Is something the matter, constable?"
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"
"That's an odd question," he calls back down. "But not much, no. Why do you ask?"
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"
"Well, I have just arrived, so I would like to know more about the nature of this world before I continue."
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.