Soldaer leads her up the stairs back to his room, Shade following them. They reach a seemingly random section of wall, which Soldaer reaches down and grasps a seemingly invisible doorknob, and opens it, revealing his room.
"Ah, finally, something I can slightly understand.
Soldaer pulls her inside with another chuckle, and Shade closes the door behind them. "Have a seat, and I'll get the drinks." Soldaer says with a smile.
She takes a seat, smiling a bit.
Soldaer walks over to the corner where his personal stock is, and pulls out a bottle of familiar bright red liquid, as well as a pair of glasses. He walks back over to Love and sets the bottle and glasses down on the table, before taking a seat himself and pouring a glass for both of them.
*I have a sneaking suspicion that Soldaer has a crush of some sort... not saying definitely, just a feeling."
She accepts her glass. "Thank you very much." She sips it a bit, taking it slow.
*I will neither confirm nor deny those allegations -_- *
Soldaer chuckles. "Of course." He takes a sip of it himself, rather used to the taste and potency. He watches Love for a minute. "Anything in particular you want to talk about? Last time you didn't seem quite convinced of my story of who I am."
"No, now it's a bit more believable. There isn't really anything a want to talk about, either."
Soldaer chuckles. "Oh really? Why is my story so much more believable now all of a sudden?"
Shade walks over and lays down at Love's feet, her back nearly even with the chair's armrests.
"Probably because I've learned I'm surrounded by gods or people on the level of gods." She let Shade chill.
"Fair enough." Soldaer says with a slight laugh before taking another sip of his whiskey. "But if you didn't believe my story about who I am, then why'd you believe my telling you about all the powerful entities here?" he asks, teasing her a little.
"Oh, good point, maybe I shouldn't have believed that so easily. Maybe I'll go start a fight with that Atemos..."
Soldaer laughs. "He would crush you, possibly quite literally. Either that, or he'll just walk away, or rather teleport away because of his allergies."
"Well, since I can't believe you, there's only one way to find out."
"Oh, please don't. I would hate for him to kill you." Soldaer says, playing along and with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Oh really now? You want me to believe you again?"
Soldaer laughs. "It's up to you whether you believe me or not." He drains the rest of his glass before standing up. He whistles a few quick notes, and a record player of sorts rises out of the wood in a corner. "Ever danced with someone before?" He asks, holding out a hand.
Caelum is pondering Life, the Universe and Everything.
The Silmith (Ambassador) is trying to fix up their escape pod.
I am veeeery bored.
Phantom is flying over the woods.
Soldaer is in his room with Love.
Elendon is in the library.
Ambassador, getting very fed up (which translates to slightly annoyed), comes back to the tavern and collapses (which translates to quickly sits) into a chair in the library. They glance over. "Who are you."
Elendon turns, his eyes glowing a powerful, holy light, and a similar aura around. He responds, telepathically, in Silmith. I am Elendon Starguide, Patron God of Adventurers and General of the Angelic Armies.
Make a Wisdom save.
I am an Ambassador/Scout/Pathfinder of the Silmith. *The reason there are multiple is that there are multiple translations.*
27
What is it the brings you here?
Being a god, Elendon is unaffected by the twisting energies of the Far Realm that seep into his mind when he speaks in Silmith, but it's a close thing.
My ship was shot down. I was evaluating this world for a colony world, but the Imperium had arrived before me; even with their leadership gone, they are a threat.
Elendon nods. That makes sense. The Imperium have always been powerful, but they are fracturing and that power is starting to collapse.
*Yep, He's been to the Far Realm a couple times, leading hosts of angels against the horrors there in his own world.*
*In my host of worlds, the Far Realm is still partially filled with horrors, but the Silmith have mostly driven off, killed, or tamed the tentacled beings there. And I also made it another multiverse that those horrors were merely passing through; if the Silmith hadn't stopped them they would have moved on to this one, and the next, and the next...*
The fools brought it upon themselves, harnessing the Primordial power of their Universe, killing their gods, twisting dark matter to their own ends...
Elendon blinks, and his eyes return to their normal piercing, ice blue color. Indeed. Such things never work.
Well, they very nearly succeeded, and we would have been wiped out, had not the Draconic Hope destroyed the ten Grand Imperators; against their combined power we would not have stood a chance. It's... unfortunate so few managed to escape the wreckage of Qaesia. There were innocent people there...
Elendon just listens at this point, as he hasn't heard this much about the Imperium before. I am familiar with the Imperium, but not to this extent, I will admit.
Caelum is pondering Life, the Universe and Everything.
The Silmith (Ambassador) is trying to fix up their escape pod.
I am veeeery bored.
Phantom is flying over the woods.
Soldaer is in his room with Love.
Elendon is in the library.
Ambassador, getting very fed up (which translates to slightly annoyed), comes back to the tavern and collapses (which translates to quickly sits) into a chair in the library. They glance over. "Who are you."
Elendon turns, his eyes glowing a powerful, holy light, and a similar aura around. He responds, telepathically, in Silmith. I am Elendon Starguide, Patron God of Adventurers and General of the Angelic Armies.
Make a Wisdom save.
I am an Ambassador/Scout/Pathfinder of the Silmith. *The reason there are multiple is that there are multiple translations.*
27
What is it the brings you here?
Being a god, Elendon is unaffected by the twisting energies of the Far Realm that seep into his mind when he speaks in Silmith, but it's a close thing.
My ship was shot down. I was evaluating this world for a colony world, but the Imperium had arrived before me; even with their leadership gone, they are a threat.
Elendon nods. That makes sense. The Imperium have always been powerful, but they are fracturing and that power is starting to collapse.
*Yep, He's been to the Far Realm a couple times, leading hosts of angels against the horrors there in his own world.*
*In my host of worlds, the Far Realm is still partially filled with horrors, but the Silmith have mostly driven off, killed, or tamed the tentacled beings there. And I also made it another multiverse that those horrors were merely passing through; if the Silmith hadn't stopped them they would have moved on to this one, and the next, and the next...*
The fools brought it upon themselves, harnessing the Primordial power of their Universe, killing their gods, twisting dark matter to their own ends...
Elendon blinks, and his eyes return to their normal piercing, ice blue color. Indeed. Such things never work.
Well, they very nearly succeeded, and we would have been wiped out, had not the Draconic Hope destroyed the ten Grand Imperators; against their combined power we would not have stood a chance. It's... unfortunate so few managed to escape the wreckage of Qaesia. There were innocent people there...
Elendon just listens at this point, as he hasn't heard this much about the Imperium before. I am familiar with the Imperium, but not to this extent, I will admit.
Hmm, how interesting; your world must be remote indeed if they've never bother it before. Of course, it could be a world we drove them off from before we decided it was unfit for colonization; that happens regularly.
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Soldaer leads her up the stairs back to his room, Shade following them. They reach a seemingly random section of wall, which Soldaer reaches down and grasps a seemingly invisible doorknob, and opens it, revealing his room.
"Ah, finally, something I can slightly understand.
Soldaer pulls her inside with another chuckle, and Shade closes the door behind them. "Have a seat, and I'll get the drinks." Soldaer says with a smile.
She takes a seat, smiling a bit.
Soldaer walks over to the corner where his personal stock is, and pulls out a bottle of familiar bright red liquid, as well as a pair of glasses. He walks back over to Love and sets the bottle and glasses down on the table, before taking a seat himself and pouring a glass for both of them.
*I have a sneaking suspicion that Soldaer has a crush of some sort... not saying definitely, just a feeling."
She accepts her glass. "Thank you very much." She sips it a bit, taking it slow.
*I will neither confirm nor deny those allegations -_- *
Soldaer chuckles. "Of course." He takes a sip of it himself, rather used to the taste and potency. He watches Love for a minute. "Anything in particular you want to talk about? Last time you didn't seem quite convinced of my story of who I am."
"No, now it's a bit more believable. There isn't really anything a want to talk about, either."
Soldaer chuckles. "Oh really? Why is my story so much more believable now all of a sudden?"
Shade walks over and lays down at Love's feet, her back nearly even with the chair's armrests.
"Probably because I've learned I'm surrounded by gods or people on the level of gods." She let Shade chill.
"Fair enough." Soldaer says with a slight laugh before taking another sip of his whiskey. "But if you didn't believe my story about who I am, then why'd you believe my telling you about all the powerful entities here?" he asks, teasing her a little.
"Oh, good point, maybe I shouldn't have believed that so easily. Maybe I'll go start a fight with that Atemos..."
Soldaer laughs. "He would crush you, possibly quite literally. Either that, or he'll just walk away, or rather teleport away because of his allergies."
"Well, since I can't believe you, there's only one way to find out."
"Oh, please don't. I would hate for him to kill you." Soldaer says, playing along and with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Oh really now? You want me to believe you again?"
Soldaer laughs. "It's up to you whether you believe me or not." He drains the rest of his glass before standing up. He whistles a few quick notes, and a record player of sorts rises out of the wood in a corner. "Ever danced with someone before?" He asks, holding out a hand.
"Yes, mostly to steal a nice ring, but yes." She took his hand and stood up.
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Caelum is pondering Life, the Universe and Everything.
The Silmith (Ambassador) is trying to fix up their escape pod.
I am veeeery bored.
Phantom is flying over the woods.
Soldaer is in his room with Love.
Elendon is in the library.
Ambassador, getting very fed up (which translates to slightly annoyed), comes back to the tavern and collapses (which translates to quickly sits) into a chair in the library. They glance over. "Who are you."
Elendon turns, his eyes glowing a powerful, holy light, and a similar aura around. He responds, telepathically, in Silmith. I am Elendon Starguide, Patron God of Adventurers and General of the Angelic Armies.
Make a Wisdom save.
I am an Ambassador/Scout/Pathfinder of the Silmith. *The reason there are multiple is that there are multiple translations.*
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What is it the brings you here?
Being a god, Elendon is unaffected by the twisting energies of the Far Realm that seep into his mind when he speaks in Silmith, but it's a close thing.
My ship was shot down. I was evaluating this world for a colony world, but the Imperium had arrived before me; even with their leadership gone, they are a threat.
Elendon nods. That makes sense. The Imperium have always been powerful, but they are fracturing and that power is starting to collapse.
*Yep, He's been to the Far Realm a couple times, leading hosts of angels against the horrors there in his own world.*
*In my host of worlds, the Far Realm is still partially filled with horrors, but the Silmith have mostly driven off, killed, or tamed the tentacled beings there. And I also made it another multiverse that those horrors were merely passing through; if the Silmith hadn't stopped them they would have moved on to this one, and the next, and the next...*
The fools brought it upon themselves, harnessing the Primordial power of their Universe, killing their gods, twisting dark matter to their own ends...
Elendon blinks, and his eyes return to their normal piercing, ice blue color. Indeed. Such things never work.
Well, they very nearly succeeded, and we would have been wiped out, had not the Draconic Hope destroyed the ten Grand Imperators; against their combined power we would not have stood a chance. It's... unfortunate so few managed to escape the wreckage of Qaesia. There were innocent people there...
Elendon just listens at this point, as he hasn't heard this much about the Imperium before. I am familiar with the Imperium, but not to this extent, I will admit.
Hmm, how interesting; your world must be remote indeed if they've never bother it before. Of course, it could be a world we drove them off from before we decided it was unfit for colonization; that happens regularly.
I honestly doubt they even noticed it. My world is rather...secluded from the rest of the multiverse. Most entities rarely have even heard of it, let alone been there.
Soldaer leads her up the stairs back to his room, Shade following them. They reach a seemingly random section of wall, which Soldaer reaches down and grasps a seemingly invisible doorknob, and opens it, revealing his room.
"Ah, finally, something I can slightly understand.
Soldaer pulls her inside with another chuckle, and Shade closes the door behind them. "Have a seat, and I'll get the drinks." Soldaer says with a smile.
She takes a seat, smiling a bit.
Soldaer walks over to the corner where his personal stock is, and pulls out a bottle of familiar bright red liquid, as well as a pair of glasses. He walks back over to Love and sets the bottle and glasses down on the table, before taking a seat himself and pouring a glass for both of them.
*I have a sneaking suspicion that Soldaer has a crush of some sort... not saying definitely, just a feeling."
She accepts her glass. "Thank you very much." She sips it a bit, taking it slow.
*I will neither confirm nor deny those allegations -_- *
Soldaer chuckles. "Of course." He takes a sip of it himself, rather used to the taste and potency. He watches Love for a minute. "Anything in particular you want to talk about? Last time you didn't seem quite convinced of my story of who I am."
"No, now it's a bit more believable. There isn't really anything a want to talk about, either."
Soldaer chuckles. "Oh really? Why is my story so much more believable now all of a sudden?"
Shade walks over and lays down at Love's feet, her back nearly even with the chair's armrests.
"Probably because I've learned I'm surrounded by gods or people on the level of gods." She let Shade chill.
"Fair enough." Soldaer says with a slight laugh before taking another sip of his whiskey. "But if you didn't believe my story about who I am, then why'd you believe my telling you about all the powerful entities here?" he asks, teasing her a little.
"Oh, good point, maybe I shouldn't have believed that so easily. Maybe I'll go start a fight with that Atemos..."
Soldaer laughs. "He would crush you, possibly quite literally. Either that, or he'll just walk away, or rather teleport away because of his allergies."
"Well, since I can't believe you, there's only one way to find out."
"Oh, please don't. I would hate for him to kill you." Soldaer says, playing along and with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Oh really now? You want me to believe you again?"
Soldaer laughs. "It's up to you whether you believe me or not." He drains the rest of his glass before standing up. He whistles a few quick notes, and a record player of sorts rises out of the wood in a corner. "Ever danced with someone before?" He asks, holding out a hand.
"Yes, mostly to steal a nice ring, but yes." She took his hand and stood up.
Soldaer laughs at that. "You conniving little thief, aren't you?" He says mischievously as he leads her out to an open section of the floor, whistling one more time to start the music.
Caelum is pondering Life, the Universe and Everything.
The Silmith (Ambassador) is trying to fix up their escape pod.
I am veeeery bored.
Phantom is flying over the woods.
Soldaer is in his room with Love.
Elendon is in the library.
Ambassador, getting very fed up (which translates to slightly annoyed), comes back to the tavern and collapses (which translates to quickly sits) into a chair in the library. They glance over. "Who are you."
Elendon turns, his eyes glowing a powerful, holy light, and a similar aura around. He responds, telepathically, in Silmith. I am Elendon Starguide, Patron God of Adventurers and General of the Angelic Armies.
Make a Wisdom save.
I am an Ambassador/Scout/Pathfinder of the Silmith. *The reason there are multiple is that there are multiple translations.*
27
What is it the brings you here?
Being a god, Elendon is unaffected by the twisting energies of the Far Realm that seep into his mind when he speaks in Silmith, but it's a close thing.
My ship was shot down. I was evaluating this world for a colony world, but the Imperium had arrived before me; even with their leadership gone, they are a threat.
Elendon nods. That makes sense. The Imperium have always been powerful, but they are fracturing and that power is starting to collapse.
*Yep, He's been to the Far Realm a couple times, leading hosts of angels against the horrors there in his own world.*
*In my host of worlds, the Far Realm is still partially filled with horrors, but the Silmith have mostly driven off, killed, or tamed the tentacled beings there. And I also made it another multiverse that those horrors were merely passing through; if the Silmith hadn't stopped them they would have moved on to this one, and the next, and the next...*
The fools brought it upon themselves, harnessing the Primordial power of their Universe, killing their gods, twisting dark matter to their own ends...
Elendon blinks, and his eyes return to their normal piercing, ice blue color. Indeed. Such things never work.
Well, they very nearly succeeded, and we would have been wiped out, had not the Draconic Hope destroyed the ten Grand Imperators; against their combined power we would not have stood a chance. It's... unfortunate so few managed to escape the wreckage of Qaesia. There were innocent people there...
Elendon just listens at this point, as he hasn't heard this much about the Imperium before. I am familiar with the Imperium, but not to this extent, I will admit.
Hmm, how interesting; your world must be remote indeed if they've never bother it before. Of course, it could be a world we drove them off from before we decided it was unfit for colonization; that happens regularly.
I honestly doubt they even noticed it. My world is rather...secluded from the rest of the multiverse. Most entities rarely have even heard of it, let alone been there.
Ah. The Imperium is fracturing now, though, so you may have more contact with them then before; the more desperate admirals may be willing to attack any world in order to establish a basic headquarters.
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Soldaer leads her up the stairs back to his room, Shade following them. They reach a seemingly random section of wall, which Soldaer reaches down and grasps a seemingly invisible doorknob, and opens it, revealing his room.
"Ah, finally, something I can slightly understand.
Soldaer pulls her inside with another chuckle, and Shade closes the door behind them. "Have a seat, and I'll get the drinks." Soldaer says with a smile.
She takes a seat, smiling a bit.
Soldaer walks over to the corner where his personal stock is, and pulls out a bottle of familiar bright red liquid, as well as a pair of glasses. He walks back over to Love and sets the bottle and glasses down on the table, before taking a seat himself and pouring a glass for both of them.
*I have a sneaking suspicion that Soldaer has a crush of some sort... not saying definitely, just a feeling."
She accepts her glass. "Thank you very much." She sips it a bit, taking it slow.
*I will neither confirm nor deny those allegations -_- *
Soldaer chuckles. "Of course." He takes a sip of it himself, rather used to the taste and potency. He watches Love for a minute. "Anything in particular you want to talk about? Last time you didn't seem quite convinced of my story of who I am."
"No, now it's a bit more believable. There isn't really anything a want to talk about, either."
Soldaer chuckles. "Oh really? Why is my story so much more believable now all of a sudden?"
Shade walks over and lays down at Love's feet, her back nearly even with the chair's armrests.
"Probably because I've learned I'm surrounded by gods or people on the level of gods." She let Shade chill.
"Fair enough." Soldaer says with a slight laugh before taking another sip of his whiskey. "But if you didn't believe my story about who I am, then why'd you believe my telling you about all the powerful entities here?" he asks, teasing her a little.
"Oh, good point, maybe I shouldn't have believed that so easily. Maybe I'll go start a fight with that Atemos..."
Soldaer laughs. "He would crush you, possibly quite literally. Either that, or he'll just walk away, or rather teleport away because of his allergies."
"Well, since I can't believe you, there's only one way to find out."
"Oh, please don't. I would hate for him to kill you." Soldaer says, playing along and with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Oh really now? You want me to believe you again?"
Soldaer laughs. "It's up to you whether you believe me or not." He drains the rest of his glass before standing up. He whistles a few quick notes, and a record player of sorts rises out of the wood in a corner. "Ever danced with someone before?" He asks, holding out a hand.
"Yes, mostly to steal a nice ring, but yes." She took his hand and stood up.
Soldaer laughs at that. "You conniving little thief, aren't you?" He says mischievously as he leads her out to an open section of the floor, whistling one more time to start the music.
"Hey, I'm not a full time thief, I just like the way the emerald sparkled."
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Soldaer leads her up the stairs back to his room, Shade following them. They reach a seemingly random section of wall, which Soldaer reaches down and grasps a seemingly invisible doorknob, and opens it, revealing his room.
"Ah, finally, something I can slightly understand.
Soldaer pulls her inside with another chuckle, and Shade closes the door behind them. "Have a seat, and I'll get the drinks." Soldaer says with a smile.
She takes a seat, smiling a bit.
Soldaer walks over to the corner where his personal stock is, and pulls out a bottle of familiar bright red liquid, as well as a pair of glasses. He walks back over to Love and sets the bottle and glasses down on the table, before taking a seat himself and pouring a glass for both of them.
*I have a sneaking suspicion that Soldaer has a crush of some sort... not saying definitely, just a feeling."
She accepts her glass. "Thank you very much." She sips it a bit, taking it slow.
*I will neither confirm nor deny those allegations -_- *
Soldaer chuckles. "Of course." He takes a sip of it himself, rather used to the taste and potency. He watches Love for a minute. "Anything in particular you want to talk about? Last time you didn't seem quite convinced of my story of who I am."
"No, now it's a bit more believable. There isn't really anything a want to talk about, either."
Soldaer chuckles. "Oh really? Why is my story so much more believable now all of a sudden?"
Shade walks over and lays down at Love's feet, her back nearly even with the chair's armrests.
"Probably because I've learned I'm surrounded by gods or people on the level of gods." She let Shade chill.
"Fair enough." Soldaer says with a slight laugh before taking another sip of his whiskey. "But if you didn't believe my story about who I am, then why'd you believe my telling you about all the powerful entities here?" he asks, teasing her a little.
"Oh, good point, maybe I shouldn't have believed that so easily. Maybe I'll go start a fight with that Atemos..."
Soldaer laughs. "He would crush you, possibly quite literally. Either that, or he'll just walk away, or rather teleport away because of his allergies."
"Well, since I can't believe you, there's only one way to find out."
"Oh, please don't. I would hate for him to kill you." Soldaer says, playing along and with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Oh really now? You want me to believe you again?"
Soldaer laughs. "It's up to you whether you believe me or not." He drains the rest of his glass before standing up. He whistles a few quick notes, and a record player of sorts rises out of the wood in a corner. "Ever danced with someone before?" He asks, holding out a hand.
"Yes, mostly to steal a nice ring, but yes." She took his hand and stood up.
Soldaer laughs at that. "You conniving little thief, aren't you?" He says mischievously as he leads her out to an open section of the floor, whistling one more time to start the music.
"Hey, I'm not a full time thief, I just like the way the emerald sparkled."
Soldaer laughs and takes the lead as the music starts playing.
Caelum is pondering Life, the Universe and Everything.
The Silmith (Ambassador) is trying to fix up their escape pod.
I am veeeery bored.
Phantom is flying over the woods.
Soldaer is in his room with Love.
Elendon is in the library.
Ambassador, getting very fed up (which translates to slightly annoyed), comes back to the tavern and collapses (which translates to quickly sits) into a chair in the library. They glance over. "Who are you."
Elendon turns, his eyes glowing a powerful, holy light, and a similar aura around. He responds, telepathically, in Silmith. I am Elendon Starguide, Patron God of Adventurers and General of the Angelic Armies.
Make a Wisdom save.
I am an Ambassador/Scout/Pathfinder of the Silmith. *The reason there are multiple is that there are multiple translations.*
27
What is it the brings you here?
Being a god, Elendon is unaffected by the twisting energies of the Far Realm that seep into his mind when he speaks in Silmith, but it's a close thing.
My ship was shot down. I was evaluating this world for a colony world, but the Imperium had arrived before me; even with their leadership gone, they are a threat.
Elendon nods. That makes sense. The Imperium have always been powerful, but they are fracturing and that power is starting to collapse.
*Yep, He's been to the Far Realm a couple times, leading hosts of angels against the horrors there in his own world.*
*In my host of worlds, the Far Realm is still partially filled with horrors, but the Silmith have mostly driven off, killed, or tamed the tentacled beings there. And I also made it another multiverse that those horrors were merely passing through; if the Silmith hadn't stopped them they would have moved on to this one, and the next, and the next...*
The fools brought it upon themselves, harnessing the Primordial power of their Universe, killing their gods, twisting dark matter to their own ends...
Elendon blinks, and his eyes return to their normal piercing, ice blue color. Indeed. Such things never work.
Well, they very nearly succeeded, and we would have been wiped out, had not the Draconic Hope destroyed the ten Grand Imperators; against their combined power we would not have stood a chance. It's... unfortunate so few managed to escape the wreckage of Qaesia. There were innocent people there...
Elendon just listens at this point, as he hasn't heard this much about the Imperium before. I am familiar with the Imperium, but not to this extent, I will admit.
Hmm, how interesting; your world must be remote indeed if they've never bother it before. Of course, it could be a world we drove them off from before we decided it was unfit for colonization; that happens regularly.
I honestly doubt they even noticed it. My world is rather...secluded from the rest of the multiverse. Most entities rarely have even heard of it, let alone been there.
Ah. The Imperium is fracturing now, though, so you may have more contact with them then before; the more desperate admirals may be willing to attack any world in order to establish a basic headquarters.
(They'll find my world very well-protected if they do show up. There are many dragons on the world itself, and tens of thousands of angels I can muster to fight if necessary.)
Soldaer leads her up the stairs back to his room, Shade following them. They reach a seemingly random section of wall, which Soldaer reaches down and grasps a seemingly invisible doorknob, and opens it, revealing his room.
"Ah, finally, something I can slightly understand.
Soldaer pulls her inside with another chuckle, and Shade closes the door behind them. "Have a seat, and I'll get the drinks." Soldaer says with a smile.
She takes a seat, smiling a bit.
Soldaer walks over to the corner where his personal stock is, and pulls out a bottle of familiar bright red liquid, as well as a pair of glasses. He walks back over to Love and sets the bottle and glasses down on the table, before taking a seat himself and pouring a glass for both of them.
*I have a sneaking suspicion that Soldaer has a crush of some sort... not saying definitely, just a feeling."
She accepts her glass. "Thank you very much." She sips it a bit, taking it slow.
*I will neither confirm nor deny those allegations -_- *
Soldaer chuckles. "Of course." He takes a sip of it himself, rather used to the taste and potency. He watches Love for a minute. "Anything in particular you want to talk about? Last time you didn't seem quite convinced of my story of who I am."
"No, now it's a bit more believable. There isn't really anything a want to talk about, either."
Soldaer chuckles. "Oh really? Why is my story so much more believable now all of a sudden?"
Shade walks over and lays down at Love's feet, her back nearly even with the chair's armrests.
"Probably because I've learned I'm surrounded by gods or people on the level of gods." She let Shade chill.
"Fair enough." Soldaer says with a slight laugh before taking another sip of his whiskey. "But if you didn't believe my story about who I am, then why'd you believe my telling you about all the powerful entities here?" he asks, teasing her a little.
"Oh, good point, maybe I shouldn't have believed that so easily. Maybe I'll go start a fight with that Atemos..."
Soldaer laughs. "He would crush you, possibly quite literally. Either that, or he'll just walk away, or rather teleport away because of his allergies."
"Well, since I can't believe you, there's only one way to find out."
"Oh, please don't. I would hate for him to kill you." Soldaer says, playing along and with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Oh really now? You want me to believe you again?"
Soldaer laughs. "It's up to you whether you believe me or not." He drains the rest of his glass before standing up. He whistles a few quick notes, and a record player of sorts rises out of the wood in a corner. "Ever danced with someone before?" He asks, holding out a hand.
"Yes, mostly to steal a nice ring, but yes." She took his hand and stood up.
Soldaer laughs at that. "You conniving little thief, aren't you?" He says mischievously as he leads her out to an open section of the floor, whistling one more time to start the music.
"Hey, I'm not a full time thief, I just like the way the emerald sparkled."
Soldaer laughs and takes the lead as the music starts playing.
She lets herself get lead, settling into his groove easily.
*Hmm, I wonder what song would be playing?*
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Caelum is pondering Life, the Universe and Everything.
The Silmith (Ambassador) is trying to fix up their escape pod.
I am veeeery bored.
Phantom is flying over the woods.
Soldaer is in his room with Love.
Elendon is in the library.
Ambassador, getting very fed up (which translates to slightly annoyed), comes back to the tavern and collapses (which translates to quickly sits) into a chair in the library. They glance over. "Who are you."
Elendon turns, his eyes glowing a powerful, holy light, and a similar aura around. He responds, telepathically, in Silmith. I am Elendon Starguide, Patron God of Adventurers and General of the Angelic Armies.
Make a Wisdom save.
I am an Ambassador/Scout/Pathfinder of the Silmith. *The reason there are multiple is that there are multiple translations.*
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What is it the brings you here?
Being a god, Elendon is unaffected by the twisting energies of the Far Realm that seep into his mind when he speaks in Silmith, but it's a close thing.
My ship was shot down. I was evaluating this world for a colony world, but the Imperium had arrived before me; even with their leadership gone, they are a threat.
Elendon nods. That makes sense. The Imperium have always been powerful, but they are fracturing and that power is starting to collapse.
*Yep, He's been to the Far Realm a couple times, leading hosts of angels against the horrors there in his own world.*
*In my host of worlds, the Far Realm is still partially filled with horrors, but the Silmith have mostly driven off, killed, or tamed the tentacled beings there. And I also made it another multiverse that those horrors were merely passing through; if the Silmith hadn't stopped them they would have moved on to this one, and the next, and the next...*
The fools brought it upon themselves, harnessing the Primordial power of their Universe, killing their gods, twisting dark matter to their own ends...
Elendon blinks, and his eyes return to their normal piercing, ice blue color. Indeed. Such things never work.
Well, they very nearly succeeded, and we would have been wiped out, had not the Draconic Hope destroyed the ten Grand Imperators; against their combined power we would not have stood a chance. It's... unfortunate so few managed to escape the wreckage of Qaesia. There were innocent people there...
Elendon just listens at this point, as he hasn't heard this much about the Imperium before. I am familiar with the Imperium, but not to this extent, I will admit.
Hmm, how interesting; your world must be remote indeed if they've never bother it before. Of course, it could be a world we drove them off from before we decided it was unfit for colonization; that happens regularly.
I honestly doubt they even noticed it. My world is rather...secluded from the rest of the multiverse. Most entities rarely have even heard of it, let alone been there.
Ah. The Imperium is fracturing now, though, so you may have more contact with them then before; the more desperate admirals may be willing to attack any world in order to establish a basic headquarters.
(They'll find my world very well-protected if they do show up. There are many dragons on the world itself, and tens of thousands of angels I can muster to fight if necessary.)
Then we can hope that if that ever occurs, that fleet will be doomed. Still, do not underestimate them; especially the Imperators. The Imperators were trained by Katra herself; if your armies ever fight one, send an angel or similarly powerful being. Mortals are doomed if they face one alone.
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Soldaer leads her up the stairs back to his room, Shade following them. They reach a seemingly random section of wall, which Soldaer reaches down and grasps a seemingly invisible doorknob, and opens it, revealing his room.
"Ah, finally, something I can slightly understand.
Soldaer pulls her inside with another chuckle, and Shade closes the door behind them. "Have a seat, and I'll get the drinks." Soldaer says with a smile.
She takes a seat, smiling a bit.
Soldaer walks over to the corner where his personal stock is, and pulls out a bottle of familiar bright red liquid, as well as a pair of glasses. He walks back over to Love and sets the bottle and glasses down on the table, before taking a seat himself and pouring a glass for both of them.
*I have a sneaking suspicion that Soldaer has a crush of some sort... not saying definitely, just a feeling."
She accepts her glass. "Thank you very much." She sips it a bit, taking it slow.
*I will neither confirm nor deny those allegations -_- *
Soldaer chuckles. "Of course." He takes a sip of it himself, rather used to the taste and potency. He watches Love for a minute. "Anything in particular you want to talk about? Last time you didn't seem quite convinced of my story of who I am."
"No, now it's a bit more believable. There isn't really anything a want to talk about, either."
Soldaer chuckles. "Oh really? Why is my story so much more believable now all of a sudden?"
Shade walks over and lays down at Love's feet, her back nearly even with the chair's armrests.
"Probably because I've learned I'm surrounded by gods or people on the level of gods." She let Shade chill.
"Fair enough." Soldaer says with a slight laugh before taking another sip of his whiskey. "But if you didn't believe my story about who I am, then why'd you believe my telling you about all the powerful entities here?" he asks, teasing her a little.
"Oh, good point, maybe I shouldn't have believed that so easily. Maybe I'll go start a fight with that Atemos..."
Soldaer laughs. "He would crush you, possibly quite literally. Either that, or he'll just walk away, or rather teleport away because of his allergies."
"Well, since I can't believe you, there's only one way to find out."
"Oh, please don't. I would hate for him to kill you." Soldaer says, playing along and with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Oh really now? You want me to believe you again?"
Soldaer laughs. "It's up to you whether you believe me or not." He drains the rest of his glass before standing up. He whistles a few quick notes, and a record player of sorts rises out of the wood in a corner. "Ever danced with someone before?" He asks, holding out a hand.
"Yes, mostly to steal a nice ring, but yes." She took his hand and stood up.
Soldaer laughs at that. "You conniving little thief, aren't you?" He says mischievously as he leads her out to an open section of the floor, whistling one more time to start the music.
"Hey, I'm not a full time thief, I just like the way the emerald sparkled."
Soldaer laughs and takes the lead as the music starts playing.
She lets herself get lead, settling into his groove easily.
*Hmm, I wonder what song would be playing?*
Soldaer's pale green eyes flash as he smiles, seeming rather carefree right now.
*Interesting question. I could go extremely romantic and say something like "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri, or I could come up with something else. For some reason that's just the first song that popped into my head, lol.*
*Okay back from my shower, I have to go at the end of the hour, but for now, CHAOS, CHAOS!*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
*Okay back from my shower, I have to go at the end of the hour, but for now, CHAOS, CHAOS!*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
Caelum looks up and snarls, disturbed from her deep thoughts about the meaning of life.
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A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
Caelum looks up and snarls, disturbed from her deep thoughts about the meaning of life.
"You! Where is here anyways?" He points over at them, still loud.
Caelum is pondering Life, the Universe and Everything.
The Silmith (Ambassador) is trying to fix up their escape pod.
I am veeeery bored.
Phantom is flying over the woods.
Soldaer is in his room with Love.
Elendon is in the library.
Ambassador, getting very fed up (which translates to slightly annoyed), comes back to the tavern and collapses (which translates to quickly sits) into a chair in the library. They glance over. "Who are you."
Elendon turns, his eyes glowing a powerful, holy light, and a similar aura around. He responds, telepathically, in Silmith. I am Elendon Starguide, Patron God of Adventurers and General of the Angelic Armies.
Make a Wisdom save.
I am an Ambassador/Scout/Pathfinder of the Silmith. *The reason there are multiple is that there are multiple translations.*
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What is it the brings you here?
Being a god, Elendon is unaffected by the twisting energies of the Far Realm that seep into his mind when he speaks in Silmith, but it's a close thing.
My ship was shot down. I was evaluating this world for a colony world, but the Imperium had arrived before me; even with their leadership gone, they are a threat.
Elendon nods. That makes sense. The Imperium have always been powerful, but they are fracturing and that power is starting to collapse.
*Yep, He's been to the Far Realm a couple times, leading hosts of angels against the horrors there in his own world.*
*In my host of worlds, the Far Realm is still partially filled with horrors, but the Silmith have mostly driven off, killed, or tamed the tentacled beings there. And I also made it another multiverse that those horrors were merely passing through; if the Silmith hadn't stopped them they would have moved on to this one, and the next, and the next...*
The fools brought it upon themselves, harnessing the Primordial power of their Universe, killing their gods, twisting dark matter to their own ends...
Elendon blinks, and his eyes return to their normal piercing, ice blue color. Indeed. Such things never work.
Well, they very nearly succeeded, and we would have been wiped out, had not the Draconic Hope destroyed the ten Grand Imperators; against their combined power we would not have stood a chance. It's... unfortunate so few managed to escape the wreckage of Qaesia. There were innocent people there...
Elendon just listens at this point, as he hasn't heard this much about the Imperium before. I am familiar with the Imperium, but not to this extent, I will admit.
Hmm, how interesting; your world must be remote indeed if they've never bother it before. Of course, it could be a world we drove them off from before we decided it was unfit for colonization; that happens regularly.
I honestly doubt they even noticed it. My world is rather...secluded from the rest of the multiverse. Most entities rarely have even heard of it, let alone been there.
Ah. The Imperium is fracturing now, though, so you may have more contact with them then before; the more desperate admirals may be willing to attack any world in order to establish a basic headquarters.
(They'll find my world very well-protected if they do show up. There are many dragons on the world itself, and tens of thousands of angels I can muster to fight if necessary.)
Then we can hope that if that ever occurs, that fleet will be doomed. Still, do not underestimate them; especially the Imperators. The Imperators were trained by Katra herself; if your armies ever fight one, send an angel or similarly powerful being. Mortals are doomed if they face one alone.
Elendon smiles. (I would like to see them try and win. My world is not an easy target for them on the least.)
She lets herself get lead, settling into his groove easily.
*Hmm, I wonder what song would be playing?*
Soldaer's pale green eyes flash as he smiles, seeming rather carefree right now.
*Interesting question. I could go extremely romantic and say something like "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri, or I could come up with something else. For some reason that's just the first song that popped into my head, lol.*
*Omg, that's so cheesy, might as well do Video Games by Lana Del Rey.*
She playfully smiled back.
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*Okay back from my shower, I have to go at the end of the hour, but for now, CHAOS, CHAOS!*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
Caelum looks up and snarls, disturbed from her deep thoughts about the meaning of life.
"You! Where is here anyways?" He points over at them, still loud.
"The End of the World. And don't be so rude."
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Soldaer laughs. "It's up to you whether you believe me or not." He drains the rest of his glass before standing up. He whistles a few quick notes, and a record player of sorts rises out of the wood in a corner. "Ever danced with someone before?" He asks, holding out a hand.
Elendon just listens at this point, as he hasn't heard this much about the Imperium before. I am familiar with the Imperium, but not to this extent, I will admit.
Hmm, how interesting; your world must be remote indeed if they've never bother it before. Of course, it could be a world we drove them off from before we decided it was unfit for colonization; that happens regularly.
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"Yes, mostly to steal a nice ring, but yes." She took his hand and stood up.
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I honestly doubt they even noticed it. My world is rather...secluded from the rest of the multiverse. Most entities rarely have even heard of it, let alone been there.
Soldaer laughs at that. "You conniving little thief, aren't you?" He says mischievously as he leads her out to an open section of the floor, whistling one more time to start the music.
Ah. The Imperium is fracturing now, though, so you may have more contact with them then before; the more desperate admirals may be willing to attack any world in order to establish a basic headquarters.
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"Hey, I'm not a full time thief, I just like the way the emerald sparkled."
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*You know, whenever I see Overkill's current pfp, I keep thinking of Half's old one. You know, the Boggle from the first tavern, etc.?*
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Soldaer laughs and takes the lead as the music starts playing.
(They'll find my world very well-protected if they do show up. There are many dragons on the world itself, and tens of thousands of angels I can muster to fight if necessary.)
She lets herself get lead, settling into his groove easily.
*Hmm, I wonder what song would be playing?*
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Then we can hope that if that ever occurs, that fleet will be doomed. Still, do not underestimate them; especially the Imperators. The Imperators were trained by Katra herself; if your armies ever fight one, send an angel or similarly powerful being. Mortals are doomed if they face one alone.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Soldaer's pale green eyes flash as he smiles, seeming rather carefree right now.
*Interesting question. I could go extremely romantic and say something like "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri, or I could come up with something else. For some reason that's just the first song that popped into my head, lol.*
*Okay back from my shower, I have to go at the end of the hour, but for now, CHAOS, CHAOS!*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Caelum looks up and snarls, disturbed from her deep thoughts about the meaning of life.
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"You! Where is here anyways?" He points over at them, still loud.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Elendon smiles. (I would like to see them try and win. My world is not an easy target for them on the least.)
*Omg, that's so cheesy, might as well do Video Games by Lana Del Rey.*
She playfully smiled back.
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"The End of the World. And don't be so rude."
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