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."
Soldaer laughs. "You may be right." He says with a smile. He moves over to one of the chests and pulls out a gorgeous Necklace with a Tiger's Eye set in the center. "Obviously not something for me to wear, so why don't you, Love?"
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."
Soldaer laughs. "You may be right." He says with a smile. He moves over to one of the chests and pulls out a gorgeous Necklace with a Tiger's Eye set in the center. "Obviously not something for me to wear, so went don't you, Love?"
"Oh, I can't possibly refuse a gift like that."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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
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."
Soldaer laughs. "You may be right." He says with a smile. He moves over to one of the chests and pulls out a gorgeous Necklace with a Tiger's Eye set in the center. "Obviously not something for me to wear, so went don't you, Love?"
"Oh, I can't possibly refuse a gift like that."
"Then allow me." Soldaer says with a smile. He undoes the class and walks behind her, and puts it on her.
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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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."
Soldaer laughs. "You may be right." He says with a smile. He moves over to one of the chests and pulls out a gorgeous Necklace with a Tiger's Eye set in the center. "Obviously not something for me to wear, so went don't you, Love?"
"Oh, I can't possibly refuse a gift like that."
"Then allow me." Soldaer says with a smile. He undoes the class and walks behind her, and puts it on her.
"Oh, it fits nicely." She looked down at the necklace on her neck.
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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.*
(I've been erased from existence, and came back. They'll have to do better than some powerful weapons to stop any deities in the second or first tier of the pantheon, including myself.)
A human man walks into the tavern. He is 6'3 with a well built body that is covered in scars, he wears no shirt underneath of his brown leather trench coat so al can see the scarred brand of a pentagram on his chest, besides the Trench coat, he wear thick jeans caked with dust, a leather belt with a golden buckle that holds two pistols on either side, and thick boots that are equally caked in thick dust. He has two hell hounds at his side that snarl at anyone they come close to but don't bite a single soul from existence. The man wears a black cloth mask over his head with a upside down red star on it.
He makes his way to the bar as if he knows where it is like the back of his hand as he sits down and orders a red dragon wiskey.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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."
Soldaer laughs. "You may be right." He says with a smile. He moves over to one of the chests and pulls out a gorgeous Necklace with a Tiger's Eye set in the center. "Obviously not something for me to wear, so went don't you, Love?"
"Oh, I can't possibly refuse a gift like that."
"Then allow me." Soldaer says with a smile. He undoes the class and walks behind her, and puts it on her.
"Oh, it fits nicely." She looked down at the necklace on her neck.
Soldaer turns and looks at her. "It looks like it was meant for you, Love."
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.*
(I've been erased from existence, and came back. They'll have to do better than some powerful weapons to stop any deities in the second or first tier of the pantheon, including myself.)
Have you truly never heard of Shiguri Katra, The Imperator? She not only killed the gods, she took their power for herself; she harnessed it in a way that increased her power a thousandfold.
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A human man walks into the tavern. He is 6'3 with a well built body that is covered in scars, he wears no shirt underneath of his brown leather trench coat so al can see the scarred brand of a pentagram on his chest, besides the Trench coat, he wear thick jeans caked with dust, a leather belt with a golden buckle that holds two pistols on either side, and thick boots that are equally caked in thick dust. He has two hell hounds at his side that snarl at anyone they come close to but don't bite a single soul from existence. The man wears a black cloth mask over his head with a upside down red star on it.
He makes his way to the bar as if he knows where it is like the back of his hand as he sits down and orders a red dragon whiskey.
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."
Soldaer laughs. "You may be right." He says with a smile. He moves over to one of the chests and pulls out a gorgeous Necklace with a Tiger's Eye set in the center. "Obviously not something for me to wear, so went don't you, Love?"
"Oh, I can't possibly refuse a gift like that."
"Then allow me." Soldaer says with a smile. He undoes the class and walks behind her, and puts it on her.
"Oh, it fits nicely." She looked down at the necklace on her neck.
Soldaer turns and looks at her. "It looks like it was meant for you, Love."
"Thank you, I bet I improve the quality tenfold."
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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."
Soldaer laughs. "You may be right." He says with a smile. He moves over to one of the chests and pulls out a gorgeous Necklace with a Tiger's Eye set in the center. "Obviously not something for me to wear, so went don't you, Love?"
"Oh, I can't possibly refuse a gift like that."
"Then allow me." Soldaer says with a smile. He undoes the class and walks behind her, and puts it on her.
"Oh, it fits nicely." She looked down at the necklace on her neck.
Soldaer turns and looks at her. "It looks like it was meant for you, Love."
"Thank you, I bet I improve the quality tenfold."
Soldaer laughs at that. "A necklace made of pure Mithral infused with diamond dust, with a perfect cut Tiger Eye for the teardrop pendant. That necklace is probably worth nearly 1,000 GP."
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.*
(I've been erased from existence, and came back. They'll have to do better than some powerful weapons to stop any deities in the second or first tier of the pantheon, including myself.)
Have you truly never heard of Shiguri Katra, The Imperator? She not only killed the gods, she took their power for herself; she harnessed it in a way that increased her power a thousandfold.
(Yes, I have. And yet, I fear her not in the slightest. Against Stargazer, my one and only superior, she would simply cease to have ever existed.) Elendon says this so coldly and matter-of-factly, that Ambassador has a hard time NOT believing him.
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."
Soldaer laughs. "You may be right." He says with a smile. He moves over to one of the chests and pulls out a gorgeous Necklace with a Tiger's Eye set in the center. "Obviously not something for me to wear, so went don't you, Love?"
"Oh, I can't possibly refuse a gift like that."
"Then allow me." Soldaer says with a smile. He undoes the class and walks behind her, and puts it on her.
"Oh, it fits nicely." She looked down at the necklace on her neck.
Soldaer turns and looks at her. "It looks like it was meant for you, Love."
"Thank you, I bet I improve the quality tenfold."
Soldaer laughs at that. "A necklace made of pure Mithral infused with diamond dust, with a perfect cut Tiger Eye for the teardrop pendant. That necklace is probably worth nearly 1,000 GP."
She took a pose. "So it's now worth 10,000?"
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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.*
(I've been erased from existence, and came back. They'll have to do better than some powerful weapons to stop any deities in the second or first tier of the pantheon, including myself.)
Have you truly never heard of Shiguri Katra, The Imperator? She not only killed the gods, she took their power for herself; she harnessed it in a way that increased her power a thousandfold.
(Yes, I have. And yet, I fear her not in the slightest. Against Stargazer, my one and only superior, she would simply cease to have ever existed.) Elendon says this so coldly and matter-of-factly, that Ambassador has a hard time NOT believing him.
Ambassador shudders, the first physical display of emotion they've had since arriving. Perhaps... but you haven't seen the remnants of the gods she killed. And you never will, now that Qaesia is gone; and, for that matter, Katra herself is rumored to be dead. Killed by Dragonflame... herself a god killer.
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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."
Soldaer laughs. "You may be right." He says with a smile. He moves over to one of the chests and pulls out a gorgeous Necklace with a Tiger's Eye set in the center. "Obviously not something for me to wear, so went don't you, Love?"
"Oh, I can't possibly refuse a gift like that."
"Then allow me." Soldaer says with a smile. He undoes the class and walks behind her, and puts it on her.
"Oh, it fits nicely." She looked down at the necklace on her neck.
Soldaer turns and looks at her. "It looks like it was meant for you, Love."
"Thank you, I bet I improve the quality tenfold."
Soldaer laughs at that. "A necklace made of pure Mithral infused with diamond dust, with a perfect cut Tiger Eye for the teardrop pendant. That necklace is probably worth nearly 1,000 GP."
She took a pose. "So it's now worth 10,000?"
Soldaer laughs. "Yes, although I'd value it at more than 20,000 now." He says with a bit of a flirtatious glimmer in his eyes.
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Soldaer laughs. "You may be right." He says with a smile. He moves over to one of the chests and pulls out a gorgeous Necklace with a Tiger's Eye set in the center. "Obviously not something for me to wear, so why don't you, Love?"
"Oh, I can't possibly refuse a gift like that."
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*Man that song is depressing*
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*That is a big old oof*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
(We'll be waiting.)
"Then allow me." Soldaer says with a smile. He undoes the class and walks behind her, and puts it on her.
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"Oh, it fits nicely." She looked down at the necklace on her neck.
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(I've been erased from existence, and came back. They'll have to do better than some powerful weapons to stop any deities in the second or first tier of the pantheon, including myself.)
A human man walks into the tavern. He is 6'3 with a well built body that is covered in scars, he wears no shirt underneath of his brown leather trench coat so al can see the scarred brand of a pentagram on his chest, besides the Trench coat, he wear thick jeans caked with dust, a leather belt with a golden buckle that holds two pistols on either side, and thick boots that are equally caked in thick dust. He has two hell hounds at his side that snarl at anyone they come close to but don't bite a single soul from existence. The man wears a black cloth mask over his head with a upside down red star on it.
He makes his way to the bar as if he knows where it is like the back of his hand as he sits down and orders a red dragon wiskey.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Soldaer turns and looks at her. "It looks like it was meant for you, Love."
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A human man walks into the tavern. He is 6'3 with a well built body that is covered in scars, he wears no shirt underneath of his brown leather trench coat so al can see the scarred brand of a pentagram on his chest, besides the Trench coat, he wear thick jeans caked with dust, a leather belt with a golden buckle that holds two pistols on either side, and thick boots that are equally caked in thick dust. He has two hell hounds at his side that snarl at anyone they come close to but don't bite a single soul from existence. The man wears a black cloth mask over his head with a upside down red star on it.
He makes his way to the bar as if he knows where it is like the back of his hand as he sits down and orders a red dragon whiskey.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thank you, I bet I improve the quality tenfold."
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Soldaer laughs at that. "A necklace made of pure Mithral infused with diamond dust, with a perfect cut Tiger Eye for the teardrop pendant. That necklace is probably worth nearly 1,000 GP."
(Yes, I have. And yet, I fear her not in the slightest. Against Stargazer, my one and only superior, she would simply cease to have ever existed.) Elendon says this so coldly and matter-of-factly, that Ambassador has a hard time NOT believing him.
She took a pose. "So it's now worth 10,000?"
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Ambassador shudders, the first physical display of emotion they've had since arriving. Perhaps... but you haven't seen the remnants of the gods she killed. And you never will, now that Qaesia is gone; and, for that matter, Katra herself is rumored to be dead. Killed by Dragonflame... herself a god killer.
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Soldaer laughs. "Yes, although I'd value it at more than 20,000 now." He says with a bit of a flirtatious glimmer in his eyes.