*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."
"The end of the world?" He looks around "The world hasn't ended yet."
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.)
Never forget they have plane-stepping technology; it's beyond even my people. They can transport whole ships through hundreds of planes and thousands of light years in a moment. And their weapons can lay waste to entire civilizations in minutes.
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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."
"The end of the world?" He looks around "The world hasn't ended yet."
"The End of the World. Capitalized. As in the point where if you fall off, you'll never hit anything."
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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.
*Lol. Probably been to one too many school dances where "A Thousand Years" was played, and that's why it popped in my head, lol*
As the song ends, Soldaer spins Love, and dips her perfectly in synch with the last notes. His eyes flash mischievously as he smiles.
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.)
Never forget they have plane-stepping technology; it's beyond even my people. They can transport whole ships through hundreds of planes and thousands of light years in a moment. And their weapons can lay waste to entire civilizations in minutes.
(I am aware of their capabilities in that regard. But against deities that can create our destroy world with a thought?) He smiles.
*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."
"The end of the world?" He looks around "The world hasn't ended yet."
"The End of the World. Capitalized. As in the point where if you fall off, you'll never hit anything."
"So no splat!? Ooh, you mean that." He hops of the firewood & points over to The End Of The World.
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.
*Lol. Probably been to one too many school dances where "A Thousand Years" was played, and that's why it popped in my head, lol*
As the song ends, Soldaer spins Love, and dips her perfectly in synch with the last notes. His eyes flash mischievously as he smiles.
She chuckled, letting herself get spun. She met his gaze and laughed a bit. "Sorry to break it to you, but if you have a plan in mind, it isn't working."
*God, my mom was obsessed with that song for the longest time, I'm SICK of it!*
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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.
Elendon smiles. (I would like to see them try and win. My world is not an easy target for them on the least.)
Never forget they have plane-stepping technology; it's beyond even my people. They can transport whole ships through hundreds of planes and thousands of light years in a moment. And their weapons can lay waste to entire civilizations in minutes.
(I am aware of their capabilities in that regard. But against deities that can create our destroy world with a thought?) He smiles.
You bring up a good point; but even deities should be careful. They defied their gods, and killed them all; I've heard none survived. *Actually, one did in the lore I created for this.*
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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."
"The end of the world?" He looks around "The world hasn't ended yet."
"The End of the World. Capitalized. As in the point where if you fall off, you'll never hit anything."
"So no splat!? Ooh, you mean that." He hops of the firewood & points over to The End Of The World.
Caelum lifts her head. It's easily twice as tall as this person. "Yes. That."
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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.
*Lol. Probably been to one too many school dances where "A Thousand Years" was played, and that's why it popped in my head, lol*
As the song ends, Soldaer spins Love, and dips her perfectly in synch with the last notes. His eyes flash mischievously as he smiles.
She chuckled, letting herself get spun. She met his gaze and laughed a bit. "Sorry to break it to you, but if you have a plan in mind, it isn't working."
*God, my mom was obsessed with that song for the longest time, I'm SICK of it!*
Soldaer? Are you there, and can you hear me?
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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."
"The end of the world?" He looks around "The world hasn't ended yet."
"The End of the World. Capitalized. As in the point where if you fall off, you'll never hit anything."
"So no splat!? Ooh, you mean that." He hops of the firewood & points over to The End Of The World.
Caelum lifts her head. It's easily twice as tall as this person. "Yes. That."
"Ah, and that?" He walks around her & points over at the tavern.
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.
*Lol. Probably been to one too many school dances where "A Thousand Years" was played, and that's why it popped in my head, lol*
As the song ends, Soldaer spins Love, and dips her perfectly in synch with the last notes. His eyes flash mischievously as he smiles.
She chuckled, letting herself get spun. She met his gaze and laughed a bit. "Sorry to break it to you, but if you have a plan in mind, it isn't working."
*God, my mom was obsessed with that song for the longest time, I'm SICK of it!*
Soldaer? Are you there, and can you hear me?
(E? What's going on?)
"Oh? And what did you think my plan is?" He chuckles.
*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."
"The end of the world?" He looks around "The world hasn't ended yet."
"The End of the World. Capitalized. As in the point where if you fall off, you'll never hit anything."
"So no splat!? Ooh, you mean that." He hops of the firewood & points over to The End Of The World.
Caelum lifts her head. It's easily twice as tall as this person. "Yes. That."
"Ah, and that?" He walks around her & points over at the tavern.
"A Tavern, obviously."
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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.
*Lol. Probably been to one too many school dances where "A Thousand Years" was played, and that's why it popped in my head, lol*
As the song ends, Soldaer spins Love, and dips her perfectly in synch with the last notes. His eyes flash mischievously as he smiles.
She chuckled, letting herself get spun. She met his gaze and laughed a bit. "Sorry to break it to you, but if you have a plan in mind, it isn't working."
*God, my mom was obsessed with that song for the longest time, I'm SICK of it!*
Soldaer? Are you there, and can you hear me?
(E? What's going on?)
"Oh? And what did you think my plan is?" He chuckles.
"A little something along the lines of wooing."
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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.
*Lol. Probably been to one too many school dances where "A Thousand Years" was played, and that's why it popped in my head, lol*
As the song ends, Soldaer spins Love, and dips her perfectly in synch with the last notes. His eyes flash mischievously as he smiles.
She chuckled, letting herself get spun. She met his gaze and laughed a bit. "Sorry to break it to you, but if you have a plan in mind, it isn't working."
*God, my mom was obsessed with that song for the longest time, I'm SICK of it!*
Soldaer? Are you there, and can you hear me?
(E? What's going on?)
"Oh? And what did you think my plan is?" He chuckles.
Things are getting... Interesting.... In hells.... Valitya has a choice to make, and there may not be many good options. We may need immediate support when or.... If.. We return
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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.
*Lol. Probably been to one too many school dances where "A Thousand Years" was played, and that's why it popped in my head, lol*
As the song ends, Soldaer spins Love, and dips her perfectly in synch with the last notes. His eyes flash mischievously as he smiles.
She chuckled, letting herself get spun. She met his gaze and laughed a bit. "Sorry to break it to you, but if you have a plan in mind, it isn't working."
*God, my mom was obsessed with that song for the longest time, I'm SICK of it!*
Soldaer? Are you there, and can you hear me?
(E? What's going on?)
"Oh? And what did you think my plan is?" He chuckles.
Things are getting... Interesting.... In hells.... Valitya has a choice to make, and there may not be many good options. We may need immediate support when or.... If.. We return
(Of course. Me, Shade, and Phantom will be ready. I'm sure Caelum will come. She's not one to let her fiance go into battle alone.)
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.
*Lol. Probably been to one too many school dances where "A Thousand Years" was played, and that's why it popped in my head, lol*
As the song ends, Soldaer spins Love, and dips her perfectly in synch with the last notes. His eyes flash mischievously as he smiles.
She chuckled, letting herself get spun. She met his gaze and laughed a bit. "Sorry to break it to you, but if you have a plan in mind, it isn't working."
*God, my mom was obsessed with that song for the longest time, I'm SICK of it!*
Soldaer? Are you there, and can you hear me?
(E? What's going on?)
"Oh? And what did you think my plan is?" He chuckles.
Things are getting... Interesting.... In hells.... Valitya has a choice to make, and there may not be many good options. We may need immediate support when or.... If.. We return
(Of course. Me, Shade, and Phantom will be ready. I'm sure Caelum will come. She's not one to let her fiance go into battle alone.)
Good... Thank you. Expect us back within the hour if we return. Or... An hour in hell. I suppose it could be anything back there
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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)
"The end of the world?" He looks around "The world hasn't ended yet."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Never forget they have plane-stepping technology; it's beyond even my people. They can transport whole ships through hundreds of planes and thousands of light years in a moment. And their weapons can lay waste to entire civilizations in minutes.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"The End of the World. Capitalized. As in the point where if you fall off, you'll never hit anything."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Lol. Probably been to one too many school dances where "A Thousand Years" was played, and that's why it popped in my head, lol*
As the song ends, Soldaer spins Love, and dips her perfectly in synch with the last notes. His eyes flash mischievously as he smiles.
(I am aware of their capabilities in that regard. But against deities that can create our destroy world with a thought?) He smiles.
"So no splat!? Ooh, you mean that." He hops of the firewood & points over to The End Of The World.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She chuckled, letting herself get spun. She met his gaze and laughed a bit. "Sorry to break it to you, but if you have a plan in mind, it isn't working."
*God, my mom was obsessed with that song for the longest time, I'm SICK of it!*
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.
You bring up a good point; but even deities should be careful. They defied their gods, and killed them all; I've heard none survived. *Actually, one did in the lore I created for this.*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Caelum lifts her head. It's easily twice as tall as this person. "Yes. That."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Soldaer? Are you there, and can you hear me?
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)
"Ah, and that?" He walks around her & points over at the tavern.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
(E? What's going on?)
"Oh? And what did you think my plan is?" He chuckles.
"A Tavern, obviously."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"A little something along the lines of wooing."
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.
Things are getting... Interesting.... In hells.... Valitya has a choice to make, and there may not be many good options. We may need immediate support when or.... If.. We return
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)
"no not obviously, it's just a building from here, anyways imma set it ablaze." He grabs one of the flasks & makes a dash for the tavern.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
(Of course. Me, Shade, and Phantom will be ready. I'm sure Caelum will come. She's not one to let her fiance go into battle alone.)
*Hello! i am back now :D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Good... Thank you. Expect us back within the hour if we return. Or... An hour in hell. I suppose it could be anything back there
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 want to make a character based off of this.*
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.