Krathian is sitting in his room, struck by a sudden feeling of reminiscence. He closes his eyes breathing deeply, collapsing into his chair, crushing the shot glass that he clutches in his hand like the last hook on which the heavens hang. The glass shards cut the skin of his left hand to ribbons, and the noxious spirits it contains mix with the blood that flows from it. He doesn't feel it. The flames of the hearth flicker before him. He doesn't see them. Instead, he sees that ... place. Horrible, even for him. His white eyes stare into the corner like he's looking at a ghost. "Ejukthranahuil" he whispers to himself. Q'ilbrith watches him from the corner, shifting uncomfortably.
Fin is chopping firewood.
Turin is polishing his glasses and squinting at a small hide map on the table before him.
*Me who is in boredom*
The ground cracks as a gatekeeper appears from the ground, its bubbling neck stubs blows bubbles of black acid as it walks directly into a tavern door.
*From the glass planes, right?*
Krathian partially rouses himself from his stupor at Q'ilbrith's behest on seeing the gatekeeper. He glares suspiciously at it, trying to ascertain its reason for being there.
It tilts its neck around as the acid dispels, a human eye can be seen, shoved in the windpipe of the neck. The eye moves like it normally would and blinks like it normally would but it was rather creepy to the sight.
"Begone from this place, foul creature," he says, drying the blood off of his hand.
It stares at the window and directly at Krathian. It body begins to vibrate as suddenly its at Krathian's door.
He sighs, "What do you want?"
The eye rolls around as if it were rolling its well.... eye (s). "Stuck, Stuck."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*yes, I'm in the UK so I have to wait for yall to wake up & get on, & I've found I get a consistent few who are on at 12:00 for me, so I go on about then instead of waiting all day & refreshing.*
*Attempt 2* A very... Odd silhouette approaches the tavern. They seem to have vitiligo, and are.. Mismatched. 2 different kinds of ears, 2 different eyes, clothing thats a mix of armor, common clothes, and everything in between. They have small horns, and 2 wings that have the feathered look of an angels, but theyre black with the insides electric blue. They carry 2 axes on their back and wear a top hat.
Elendon turns towards this newcomer, watching them. *Truesight!*
Theyre a changeling, with studded leather on. Though... They do seem to be actually flying
Interesting. Haven't met many Changelings that can fly in their true form before. He says.
(... Hello? Who exactly is this?)
Elendon Starguide, Patron God of Adventurers and General of the Angelic Armies.
(Oh, another god in the tavern? Huh..)
Another one?
(Theres been some before... Auril was in the Lesta one)
The Frostmaiden? Interesting indeed. The Changeling gets a telepathic smile from Elendon. Well, Auril is extremely weak compared to myself. I am in the second tier of my world's pantheon, only under Stargazer, the Creator, in power. There's not a hint of bragging in his tone. It is purely factual as he says this.
(Huh... Interesting... Well, Im Nox. As of the past few days...)
*NOX!! Ohhhhh....Soldaer's gonna be having fun when he meets him, considering he knows Operation E!*
Pleasure to meet you, Nox. Elendon says. Care to join me at the bar? He directs Nox's gaze to himself. His armor gleams, and the runes engraved into it seem to faintly glow with a holy light.
(Sure! Though... Cant really drink right now) he walks over
Elendon shrugs at that. Up to you. I can't exactly get drunk, so.... He laughs, before taking off his helmet. Long, pure white hair tumbles down to about halfway down his back, and it is now obvious that he is, or was when he was mortal, a Twilight Elf like Soldaer. He blinks, and the blinding light in his eyes fades, revealing revealing them to be crystal-blue.
A few of of Nox's strands of hair shift, copying his exactly in those small spots
Elendon chuckles slightly at this. Interesting form you chose Nox. Most Changelings don't try to bring attention to themselves.
(I just like having a... Me to be. Mostly just representing many people I meet. Sometimes an ear, sometimes an eye, sometimes hair, sometimes what I wear... Its pretty fun making a 'mask')
Elendon laughs at this. Fair enough. I can't walk among the people of my world like this. It would be like have Bahamut walk the surface of the planet again.
*yes, I'm in the UK so I have to wait for yall to wake up & get on, & I've found I get a consistent few who are on at 12:00 for me, so I go on about then instead of waiting all day & refreshing.*
*I understand. I went to Italy for a bit and time zones were weird. Have you met the other Rpers from the British Isles?*
Krathian is sitting in his room, struck by a sudden feeling of reminiscence. He closes his eyes breathing deeply, collapsing into his chair, crushing the shot glass that he clutches in his hand like the last hook on which the heavens hang. The glass shards cut the skin of his left hand to ribbons, and the noxious spirits it contains mix with the blood that flows from it. He doesn't feel it. The flames of the hearth flicker before him. He doesn't see them. Instead, he sees that ... place. Horrible, even for him. His white eyes stare into the corner like he's looking at a ghost. "Ejukthranahuil" he whispers to himself. Q'ilbrith watches him from the corner, shifting uncomfortably.
Fin is chopping firewood.
Turin is polishing his glasses and squinting at a small hide map on the table before him.
*Me who is in boredom*
The ground cracks as a gatekeeper appears from the ground, its bubbling neck stubs blows bubbles of black acid as it walks directly into a tavern door.
*From the glass planes, right?*
Krathian partially rouses himself from his stupor at Q'ilbrith's behest on seeing the gatekeeper. He glares suspiciously at it, trying to ascertain its reason for being there.
It tilts its neck around as the acid dispels, a human eye can be seen, shoved in the windpipe of the neck. The eye moves like it normally would and blinks like it normally would but it was rather creepy to the sight.
"Begone from this place, foul creature," he says, drying the blood off of his hand.
It stares at the window and directly at Krathian. It body begins to vibrate as suddenly its at Krathian's door.
He sighs, "What do you want?"
The eye rolls around as if it were rolling its well.... eye (s). "Stuck, Stuck."
"What is, your eye? Or are you stuck here?"
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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.
*Attempt 2* A very... Odd silhouette approaches the tavern. They seem to have vitiligo, and are.. Mismatched. 2 different kinds of ears, 2 different eyes, clothing thats a mix of armor, common clothes, and everything in between. They have small horns, and 2 wings that have the feathered look of an angels, but theyre black with the insides electric blue. They carry 2 axes on their back and wear a top hat.
Elendon turns towards this newcomer, watching them. *Truesight!*
Theyre a changeling, with studded leather on. Though... They do seem to be actually flying
Interesting. Haven't met many Changelings that can fly in their true form before. He says.
(... Hello? Who exactly is this?)
Elendon Starguide, Patron God of Adventurers and General of the Angelic Armies.
(Oh, another god in the tavern? Huh..)
Another one?
(Theres been some before... Auril was in the Lesta one)
The Frostmaiden? Interesting indeed. The Changeling gets a telepathic smile from Elendon. Well, Auril is extremely weak compared to myself. I am in the second tier of my world's pantheon, only under Stargazer, the Creator, in power. There's not a hint of bragging in his tone. It is purely factual as he says this.
(Huh... Interesting... Well, Im Nox. As of the past few days...)
*NOX!! Ohhhhh....Soldaer's gonna be having fun when he meets him, considering he knows Operation E!*
Pleasure to meet you, Nox. Elendon says. Care to join me at the bar? He directs Nox's gaze to himself. His armor gleams, and the runes engraved into it seem to faintly glow with a holy light.
(Sure! Though... Cant really drink right now) he walks over
Elendon shrugs at that. Up to you. I can't exactly get drunk, so.... He laughs, before taking off his helmet. Long, pure white hair tumbles down to about halfway down his back, and it is now obvious that he is, or was when he was mortal, a Twilight Elf like Soldaer. He blinks, and the blinding light in his eyes fades, revealing revealing them to be crystal-blue.
A few of of Nox's strands of hair shift, copying his exactly in those small spots
Elendon chuckles slightly at this. Interesting form you chose Nox. Most Changelings don't try to bring attention to themselves.
(I just like having a... Me to be. Mostly just representing many people I meet. Sometimes an ear, sometimes an eye, sometimes hair, sometimes what I wear... Its pretty fun making a 'mask')
Elendon laughs at this. Fair enough. I can't walk among the people of my world like this. It would be like have Bahamut walk the surface of the planet again.
(Bahamut?) He tilts head
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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)
*yes, I'm in the UK so I have to wait for yall to wake up & get on, & I've found I get a consistent few who are on at 12:00 for me, so I go on about then instead of waiting all day & refreshing.*
*I understand. I went to Italy for a bit and time zones were weird. Have you met the other Rpers from the British Isles?*
*I don't think any people who rp here, maybe Redpelt, I dunno if they've roleplayed here, my memory isn't the best.*
*Attempt 2* A very... Odd silhouette approaches the tavern. They seem to have vitiligo, and are.. Mismatched. 2 different kinds of ears, 2 different eyes, clothing thats a mix of armor, common clothes, and everything in between. They have small horns, and 2 wings that have the feathered look of an angels, but theyre black with the insides electric blue. They carry 2 axes on their back and wear a top hat.
Elendon turns towards this newcomer, watching them. *Truesight!*
Theyre a changeling, with studded leather on. Though... They do seem to be actually flying
Interesting. Haven't met many Changelings that can fly in their true form before. He says.
(... Hello? Who exactly is this?)
Elendon Starguide, Patron God of Adventurers and General of the Angelic Armies.
(Oh, another god in the tavern? Huh..)
Another one?
(Theres been some before... Auril was in the Lesta one)
The Frostmaiden? Interesting indeed. The Changeling gets a telepathic smile from Elendon. Well, Auril is extremely weak compared to myself. I am in the second tier of my world's pantheon, only under Stargazer, the Creator, in power. There's not a hint of bragging in his tone. It is purely factual as he says this.
(Huh... Interesting... Well, Im Nox. As of the past few days...)
*NOX!! Ohhhhh....Soldaer's gonna be having fun when he meets him, considering he knows Operation E!*
Pleasure to meet you, Nox. Elendon says. Care to join me at the bar? He directs Nox's gaze to himself. His armor gleams, and the runes engraved into it seem to faintly glow with a holy light.
(Sure! Though... Cant really drink right now) he walks over
Elendon shrugs at that. Up to you. I can't exactly get drunk, so.... He laughs, before taking off his helmet. Long, pure white hair tumbles down to about halfway down his back, and it is now obvious that he is, or was when he was mortal, a Twilight Elf like Soldaer. He blinks, and the blinding light in his eyes fades, revealing revealing them to be crystal-blue.
A few of of Nox's strands of hair shift, copying his exactly in those small spots
Elendon chuckles slightly at this. Interesting form you chose Nox. Most Changelings don't try to bring attention to themselves.
(I just like having a... Me to be. Mostly just representing many people I meet. Sometimes an ear, sometimes an eye, sometimes hair, sometimes what I wear... Its pretty fun making a 'mask')
Elendon laughs at this. Fair enough. I can't walk among the people of my world like this. It would be like have Bahamut walk the surface of the planet again.
(Bahamut?) He tilts head
Elendon turns and looks at him a bit curiously. Yes, Bahamut. The Platinum Dragon, God and Creator of the Metallic Dragons, and one of the rulers of the First age of many worlds.
Krathian is sitting in his room, struck by a sudden feeling of reminiscence. He closes his eyes breathing deeply, collapsing into his chair, crushing the shot glass that he clutches in his hand like the last hook on which the heavens hang. The glass shards cut the skin of his left hand to ribbons, and the noxious spirits it contains mix with the blood that flows from it. He doesn't feel it. The flames of the hearth flicker before him. He doesn't see them. Instead, he sees that ... place. Horrible, even for him. His white eyes stare into the corner like he's looking at a ghost. "Ejukthranahuil" he whispers to himself. Q'ilbrith watches him from the corner, shifting uncomfortably.
Fin is chopping firewood.
Turin is polishing his glasses and squinting at a small hide map on the table before him.
*Me who is in boredom*
The ground cracks as a gatekeeper appears from the ground, its bubbling neck stubs blows bubbles of black acid as it walks directly into a tavern door.
*From the glass planes, right?*
Krathian partially rouses himself from his stupor at Q'ilbrith's behest on seeing the gatekeeper. He glares suspiciously at it, trying to ascertain its reason for being there.
It tilts its neck around as the acid dispels, a human eye can be seen, shoved in the windpipe of the neck. The eye moves like it normally would and blinks like it normally would but it was rather creepy to the sight.
"Begone from this place, foul creature," he says, drying the blood off of his hand.
It stares at the window and directly at Krathian. It body begins to vibrate as suddenly its at Krathian's door.
He sighs, "What do you want?"
The eye rolls around as if it were rolling its well.... eye (s). "Stuck, Stuck."
"What is, your eye? Or are you stuck here?"
"S T U C K" it hisses
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Call Atemos heat miser cuz* He melts in his touch, opening his wings up.
*Atemos’s bad decision making tally is really going up.* Atemos flinched slightly, but kept going.
*?????*
"This feels nice." He smiles & stares into Atemos's eyes, resting on the counter.
*You’ll see.* Atemos withdraws his hand quickly.
"Hm? You okay?"
“I.. can’t. I don’t-“ Atemos met his gaze. “I..”
He sits up again "Atemos, what's wrong?" His face has concern written on it.
Atemos just stands up and teleports to his room. There’s a loud thud sound.
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*yes, I'm in the UK so I have to wait for yall to wake up & get on, & I've found I get a consistent few who are on at 12:00 for me, so I go on about then instead of waiting all day & refreshing.*
*I understand. I went to Italy for a bit and time zones were weird. Have you met the other Rpers from the British Isles?*
*I don't think any people who rp here, maybe Redpelt, I dunno if they've roleplayed here, my memory isn't the best.*
*Redpelt, Steph and Penelope. Although I am not sure on the last one*
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The eye rolls around as if it were rolling its well.... eye (s). "Stuck, Stuck."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*yes, I'm in the UK so I have to wait for yall to wake up & get on, & I've found I get a consistent few who are on at 12:00 for me, so I go on about then instead of waiting all day & refreshing.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He sighs, hooking the pouch back onto his belt, "Now. Who are you?"
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
Sonata hands him a picece
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Elendon laughs at this. Fair enough. I can't walk among the people of my world like this. It would be like have Bahamut walk the surface of the planet again.
"and i miss cookies" he jokes and pokes azazel "and you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I understand. I went to Italy for a bit and time zones were weird. Have you met the other Rpers from the British Isles?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Azazel pouts a little, "I'm going to mess with you a lot."
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
"What is, your eye? Or are you stuck here?"
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"
(Bahamut?) He tilts head
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)
*I don't think any people who rp here, maybe Redpelt, I dunno if they've roleplayed here, my memory isn't the best.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She crossed her arms and huffed. "Can you let me go first?"
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.
"Thank you, do you mind going inside with me?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He lets go of her, "Try and run and i'll tie you up."
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
"Wouldn't be the first time." She said under her breath. "I'm Love."
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.
Elendon turns and looks at him a bit curiously. Yes, Bahamut. The Platinum Dragon, God and Creator of the Metallic Dragons, and one of the rulers of the First age of many worlds.
"S T U C K" it hisses
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Atemos just stands up and teleports to his room. There’s a loud thud sound.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Sonata shrugs and follows them
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Redpelt, Steph and Penelope. Although I am not sure on the last one*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now