*I see. Want to rp or not in the mood? I have Lysander and Alecto, although I might introduce meroving or yacatl soon*
Lysander is happy to be back, looking around for new people to meet
Alecto watching Lysander and looking for suckers to get their soul
Soldaer is at the bar, drinking some sort of red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon and some other spice.
*That's for Lysander to do with. Soldaer's already meet Alecto I believe.*
*Alecto hasn't, but they can meet later*
Lysander walks over. "Say, what are you having?"
Soldaer glances over. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He says with a smile. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. Who might you be?"
"Lysander. Might as well have one." He says, ordering one. "So where or who are the Desmuanians?"
Soldaer chuckles, pulling a bottle out of his cloak and putting Lysander a glass. "Won't find this stuff here, Lysander. Desmiania is a nation from my homeworld."
*I see. Want to rp or not in the mood? I have Lysander and Alecto, although I might introduce meroving or yacatl soon*
Lysander is happy to be back, looking around for new people to meet
Alecto watching Lysander and looking for suckers to get their soul
Soldaer is at the bar, drinking some sort of red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon and some other spice.
*That's for Lysander to do with. Soldaer's already meet Alecto I believe.*
*Alecto hasn't, but they can meet later*
Lysander walks over. "Say, what are you having?"
Soldaer glances over. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He says with a smile. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. Who might you be?"
"Lysander. Might as well have one." He says, ordering one. "So where or who are the Desmuanians?"
Soldaer chuckles, pulling a bottle out of his cloak and putting Lysander a glass. "Won't find this stuff here, Lysander. Desmiania is a nation from my homeworld."
"Intriguing. And how does one end up here?" He says, sipping it
*Oh, and description pls*
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*I see. Want to rp or not in the mood? I have Lysander and Alecto, although I might introduce meroving or yacatl soon*
Lysander is happy to be back, looking around for new people to meet
Alecto watching Lysander and looking for suckers to get their soul
Soldaer is at the bar, drinking some sort of red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon and some other spice.
*That's for Lysander to do with. Soldaer's already meet Alecto I believe.*
*Alecto hasn't, but they can meet later*
Lysander walks over. "Say, what are you having?"
Soldaer glances over. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He says with a smile. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. Who might you be?"
"Lysander. Might as well have one." He says, ordering one. "So where or who are the Desmuanians?"
Soldaer chuckles, pulling a bottle out of his cloak and putting Lysander a glass. "Won't find this stuff here, Lysander. Desmiania is a nation from my homeworld."
"Intriguing. And how does one end up here?" He says, sipping it
*Oh, and description pls*
*About 5'7", ebony skin, pale silver-blue hair and almost mint green eyes. Leather armor with Mithral bands and moonstone studs. Forest green cloak. Rapier made from a single piece of moonstone on his left hip and an ornate soaked on his right. Blackened ash bow carved to kill like dragon wings on his back.*
"By accident. Was chasing a group of marauding orcs away from my village, and there was a sudden blinding light, and when I came to, I was here."
*I see. Want to rp or not in the mood? I have Lysander and Alecto, although I might introduce meroving or yacatl soon*
Lysander is happy to be back, looking around for new people to meet
Alecto watching Lysander and looking for suckers to get their soul
Soldaer is at the bar, drinking some sort of red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon and some other spice.
*That's for Lysander to do with. Soldaer's already meet Alecto I believe.*
*Alecto hasn't, but they can meet later*
Lysander walks over. "Say, what are you having?"
Soldaer glances over. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He says with a smile. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. Who might you be?"
"Lysander. Might as well have one." He says, ordering one. "So where or who are the Desmuanians?"
Soldaer chuckles, pulling a bottle out of his cloak and putting Lysander a glass. "Won't find this stuff here, Lysander. Desmiania is a nation from my homeworld."
"Intriguing. And how does one end up here?" He says, sipping it
*Oh, and description pls*
*About 5'7", ebony skin, pale silver-blue hair and almost mint green eyes. Leather armor with Mithral bands and moonstone studs. Forest green cloak. Rapier made from a single piece of moonstone on his left hip and an ornate soaked on his right. Blackened ash bow carved to kill like dragon wings on his back.*
"By accident. Was chasing a group of marauding orcs away from my village, and there was a sudden blinding light, and when I came to, I was here."
*I see. Want to rp or not in the mood? I have Lysander and Alecto, although I might introduce meroving or yacatl soon*
Lysander is happy to be back, looking around for new people to meet
Alecto watching Lysander and looking for suckers to get their soul
Soldaer is at the bar, drinking some sort of red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon and some other spice.
*That's for Lysander to do with. Soldaer's already meet Alecto I believe.*
*Alecto hasn't, but they can meet later*
Lysander walks over. "Say, what are you having?"
Soldaer glances over. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He says with a smile. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. Who might you be?"
"Lysander. Might as well have one." He says, ordering one. "So where or who are the Desmuanians?"
Soldaer chuckles, pulling a bottle out of his cloak and putting Lysander a glass. "Won't find this stuff here, Lysander. Desmiania is a nation from my homeworld."
"Intriguing. And how does one end up here?" He says, sipping it
*Oh, and description pls*
*About 5'7", ebony skin, pale silver-blue hair and almost mint green eyes. Leather armor with Mithral bands and moonstone studs. Forest green cloak. Rapier made from a single piece of moonstone on his left hip and an ornate soaked on his right. Blackened ash bow carved to kill like dragon wings on his back.*
"By accident. Was chasing a group of marauding orcs away from my village, and there was a sudden blinding light, and when I came to, I was here."
"Want to be sent back?"
Soldaer laughs. "E and Allison both asked me the same thing when I first got here nearly three months ago. My people can defend themselves well enough, I made sure of that. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have been chasing that group all the way back to their mountain holes." He takes a drink from his glass. "Besides, I have been protecting them for nearly 175 years now. A vacation is well-deserved." He chuckles.
*I see. Want to rp or not in the mood? I have Lysander and Alecto, although I might introduce meroving or yacatl soon*
Lysander is happy to be back, looking around for new people to meet
Alecto watching Lysander and looking for suckers to get their soul
Soldaer is at the bar, drinking some sort of red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon and some other spice.
*That's for Lysander to do with. Soldaer's already meet Alecto I believe.*
*Alecto hasn't, but they can meet later*
Lysander walks over. "Say, what are you having?"
Soldaer glances over. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He says with a smile. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. Who might you be?"
"Lysander. Might as well have one." He says, ordering one. "So where or who are the Desmuanians?"
Soldaer chuckles, pulling a bottle out of his cloak and putting Lysander a glass. "Won't find this stuff here, Lysander. Desmiania is a nation from my homeworld."
"Intriguing. And how does one end up here?" He says, sipping it
*Oh, and description pls*
*About 5'7", ebony skin, pale silver-blue hair and almost mint green eyes. Leather armor with Mithral bands and moonstone studs. Forest green cloak. Rapier made from a single piece of moonstone on his left hip and an ornate soaked on his right. Blackened ash bow carved to kill like dragon wings on his back.*
"By accident. Was chasing a group of marauding orcs away from my village, and there was a sudden blinding light, and when I came to, I was here."
"Want to be sent back?"
Soldaer laughs. "E and Allison both asked me the same thing when I first got here nearly three months ago. My people can defend themselves well enough, I made sure of that. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have been chasing that group all the way back to their mountain holes." He takes a drink from his glass. "Besides, I have been protecting them for nearly 175 years now. A vacation is well-deserved." He chuckles.
"Wish I could take a vacation... Although I guess right now I am. So Enethia is still here?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I see. Want to rp or not in the mood? I have Lysander and Alecto, although I might introduce meroving or yacatl soon*
Lysander is happy to be back, looking around for new people to meet
Alecto watching Lysander and looking for suckers to get their soul
Soldaer is at the bar, drinking some sort of red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon and some other spice.
*That's for Lysander to do with. Soldaer's already meet Alecto I believe.*
*Alecto hasn't, but they can meet later*
Lysander walks over. "Say, what are you having?"
Soldaer glances over. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He says with a smile. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. Who might you be?"
"Lysander. Might as well have one." He says, ordering one. "So where or who are the Desmuanians?"
Soldaer chuckles, pulling a bottle out of his cloak and putting Lysander a glass. "Won't find this stuff here, Lysander. Desmiania is a nation from my homeworld."
"Intriguing. And how does one end up here?" He says, sipping it
*Oh, and description pls*
*About 5'7", ebony skin, pale silver-blue hair and almost mint green eyes. Leather armor with Mithral bands and moonstone studs. Forest green cloak. Rapier made from a single piece of moonstone on his left hip and an ornate soaked on his right. Blackened ash bow carved to kill like dragon wings on his back.*
"By accident. Was chasing a group of marauding orcs away from my village, and there was a sudden blinding light, and when I came to, I was here."
"Want to be sent back?"
Soldaer laughs. "E and Allison both asked me the same thing when I first got here nearly three months ago. My people can defend themselves well enough, I made sure of that. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have been chasing that group all the way back to their mountain holes." He takes a drink from his glass. "Besides, I have been protecting them for nearly 175 years now. A vacation is well-deserved." He chuckles.
"Wish I could take a vacation... Although I guess right now I am. So Enethia is still here?"
"Yep. E, Atemos, Mithris, Kalnor have been here since before I got here, and Nox just recently showed up."
*I see. Want to rp or not in the mood? I have Lysander and Alecto, although I might introduce meroving or yacatl soon*
Lysander is happy to be back, looking around for new people to meet
Alecto watching Lysander and looking for suckers to get their soul
Soldaer is at the bar, drinking some sort of red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon and some other spice.
*That's for Lysander to do with. Soldaer's already meet Alecto I believe.*
*Alecto hasn't, but they can meet later*
Lysander walks over. "Say, what are you having?"
Soldaer glances over. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He says with a smile. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. Who might you be?"
"Lysander. Might as well have one." He says, ordering one. "So where or who are the Desmuanians?"
Soldaer chuckles, pulling a bottle out of his cloak and putting Lysander a glass. "Won't find this stuff here, Lysander. Desmiania is a nation from my homeworld."
"Intriguing. And how does one end up here?" He says, sipping it
*Oh, and description pls*
*About 5'7", ebony skin, pale silver-blue hair and almost mint green eyes. Leather armor with Mithral bands and moonstone studs. Forest green cloak. Rapier made from a single piece of moonstone on his left hip and an ornate soaked on his right. Blackened ash bow carved to kill like dragon wings on his back.*
"By accident. Was chasing a group of marauding orcs away from my village, and there was a sudden blinding light, and when I came to, I was here."
"Want to be sent back?"
Soldaer laughs. "E and Allison both asked me the same thing when I first got here nearly three months ago. My people can defend themselves well enough, I made sure of that. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have been chasing that group all the way back to their mountain holes." He takes a drink from his glass. "Besides, I have been protecting them for nearly 175 years now. A vacation is well-deserved." He chuckles.
"Wish I could take a vacation... Although I guess right now I am. So Enethia is still here?"
"Yep. E, Atemos, Mithris, Kalnor have been here since before I got here, and Nox just recently showed up."
"Nice to have the old crew back..." He says, wistfully. "So what is your story?"
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Shrugs. "You can do that after my job is down. As for now, I am just interested in how a gnoll, probably a flind, became an illusionist."
”None of your business, devil.” He smiled, showing his fangs. “Thought if you want to find out, you can come closer.”
"I am offended," He says, in a mocking tone, "At such things, such rampant insults to common decency." They say before sighing and adding, "But feel free to rip me up after I am done with my mission."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Afternnon! I have had a mental breakdown already, so thats fun*
*Same.... Hello!*
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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)
*I see. Want to rp or not in the mood? I have Lysander and Alecto, although I might introduce meroving or yacatl soon*
Lysander is happy to be back, looking around for new people to meet
Alecto watching Lysander and looking for suckers to get their soul
Soldaer is at the bar, drinking some sort of red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon and some other spice.
*That's for Lysander to do with. Soldaer's already meet Alecto I believe.*
*Alecto hasn't, but they can meet later*
Lysander walks over. "Say, what are you having?"
Soldaer glances over. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He says with a smile. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. Who might you be?"
"Lysander. Might as well have one." He says, ordering one. "So where or who are the Desmuanians?"
Soldaer chuckles, pulling a bottle out of his cloak and putting Lysander a glass. "Won't find this stuff here, Lysander. Desmiania is a nation from my homeworld."
"Intriguing. And how does one end up here?" He says, sipping it
*Oh, and description pls*
*About 5'7", ebony skin, pale silver-blue hair and almost mint green eyes. Leather armor with Mithral bands and moonstone studs. Forest green cloak. Rapier made from a single piece of moonstone on his left hip and an ornate soaked on his right. Blackened ash bow carved to kill like dragon wings on his back.*
"By accident. Was chasing a group of marauding orcs away from my village, and there was a sudden blinding light, and when I came to, I was here."
"Want to be sent back?"
Soldaer laughs. "E and Allison both asked me the same thing when I first got here nearly three months ago. My people can defend themselves well enough, I made sure of that. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have been chasing that group all the way back to their mountain holes." He takes a drink from his glass. "Besides, I have been protecting them for nearly 175 years now. A vacation is well-deserved." He chuckles.
"Wish I could take a vacation... Although I guess right now I am. So Enethia is still here?"
"Yep. E, Atemos, Mithris, Kalnor have been here since before I got here, and Nox just recently showed up."
"Nice to have the old crew back..." He says, wistfully. "So what is your story?"
Soldaer chuckles. "That's a long one, considering I'm over 200 years old." He sighs, taking another sip from his glass. "How much do you want to know?" He asks, a wry smile on his face.
*I see. Want to rp or not in the mood? I have Lysander and Alecto, although I might introduce meroving or yacatl soon*
Lysander is happy to be back, looking around for new people to meet
Alecto watching Lysander and looking for suckers to get their soul
Soldaer is at the bar, drinking some sort of red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon and some other spice.
*That's for Lysander to do with. Soldaer's already meet Alecto I believe.*
*Alecto hasn't, but they can meet later*
Lysander walks over. "Say, what are you having?"
Soldaer glances over. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He says with a smile. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. Who might you be?"
"Lysander. Might as well have one." He says, ordering one. "So where or who are the Desmuanians?"
Soldaer chuckles, pulling a bottle out of his cloak and putting Lysander a glass. "Won't find this stuff here, Lysander. Desmiania is a nation from my homeworld."
"Intriguing. And how does one end up here?" He says, sipping it
*Oh, and description pls*
*About 5'7", ebony skin, pale silver-blue hair and almost mint green eyes. Leather armor with Mithral bands and moonstone studs. Forest green cloak. Rapier made from a single piece of moonstone on his left hip and an ornate soaked on his right. Blackened ash bow carved to kill like dragon wings on his back.*
"By accident. Was chasing a group of marauding orcs away from my village, and there was a sudden blinding light, and when I came to, I was here."
"Want to be sent back?"
Soldaer laughs. "E and Allison both asked me the same thing when I first got here nearly three months ago. My people can defend themselves well enough, I made sure of that. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have been chasing that group all the way back to their mountain holes." He takes a drink from his glass. "Besides, I have been protecting them for nearly 175 years now. A vacation is well-deserved." He chuckles.
"Wish I could take a vacation... Although I guess right now I am. So Enethia is still here?"
"Yep. E, Atemos, Mithris, Kalnor have been here since before I got here, and Nox just recently showed up."
"Nice to have the old crew back..." He says, wistfully. "So what is your story?"
Soldaer chuckles. "That's a long one, considering I'm over 200 years old." He sighs, taking another sip from his glass. "How much do you want to know?" He asks, a wry smile on his face.
"Only 200? How about everything, or at least as much as you care to tell? I got the time."
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*Alecto hasn't, but they can meet later*
Lysander walks over. "Say, what are you having?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*sorry, had real life stuff*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Soldaer glances over. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He says with a smile. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. Who might you be?"
"Lysander. Might as well have one." He says, ordering one. "So where or who are the Desmuanians?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Soldaer chuckles, pulling a bottle out of his cloak and putting Lysander a glass. "Won't find this stuff here, Lysander. Desmiania is a nation from my homeworld."
"Intriguing. And how does one end up here?" He says, sipping it
*Oh, and description pls*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*About 5'7", ebony skin, pale silver-blue hair and almost mint green eyes. Leather armor with Mithral bands and moonstone studs. Forest green cloak. Rapier made from a single piece of moonstone on his left hip and an ornate soaked on his right. Blackened ash bow carved to kill like dragon wings on his back.*
"By accident. Was chasing a group of marauding orcs away from my village, and there was a sudden blinding light, and when I came to, I was here."
"Want to be sent back?" They offer
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Soldaer laughs. "E and Allison both asked me the same thing when I first got here nearly three months ago. My people can defend themselves well enough, I made sure of that. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have been chasing that group all the way back to their mountain holes." He takes a drink from his glass. "Besides, I have been protecting them for nearly 175 years now. A vacation is well-deserved." He chuckles.
"Wish I could take a vacation... Although I guess right now I am. So Enethia is still here?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yep. E, Atemos, Mithris, Kalnor have been here since before I got here, and Nox just recently showed up."
"Nice to have the old crew back..." He says, wistfully. "So what is your story?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I am offended," He says, in a mocking tone, "At such things, such rampant insults to common decency." They say before sighing and adding, "But feel free to rip me up after I am done with my mission."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yep, and then we can kill each other and have a nice refreshing reformation back in our home planes."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I see. So what do you do for a living?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Afternnon! I have had a mental breakdown already, so thats fun*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Same.... Hello!*
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'm sorry. Anything I can do?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Soldaer chuckles. "That's a long one, considering I'm over 200 years old." He sighs, taking another sip from his glass. "How much do you want to know?" He asks, a wry smile on his face.
"Only 200? How about everything, or at least as much as you care to tell? I got the time."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now