Valian is just relatively relaxing, looking through a spell book he got to try & find out what he can cast, still trying to make a telepathic link to Xorius, *he'll be taken once TTB gets on*
Quaelanian is looking through the library.
Spectacle is having a glass of red wine, looking out at the tavern's main room.
*might intro a character, so expect one of the latter two to be inactive if I do.*
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.
Stroth stared at them and narrowed his eyes "You are being annoying again"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He just looks at him before rolling his eyes, "whatever" he starts to turn around.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Stroth rolls his eyes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Man some of these folks," He says to himself as he walks off.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
A goblin comes flying in at high velocity straight into Stroth's chest.
*Are we going to go with the brimstone tavern being 'canon' for these two?*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*I just assume anything is Canon with these two idiots*
His eyes widen in fright before realizing who it was that attacked him, he grumbles a bit "Hello zynla"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She glared up at him.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Why did you tackle me?" He says and raises an eyebrow
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You're lucky I found my way back." She slapped him. "THAT'S for leaving me at that place!"
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.
Valian is just relatively relaxing, looking through a spell book he got to try & find out what he can cast, still trying to make a telepathic link to Xorius, *he'll be taken once TTB gets on*
Quaelanian is looking through the library.
Spectacle is having a glass of red wine, looking out at the tavern's main room.
*might intro a character, so expect one of the latter two to be inactive if I do.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Bloody-" he glared at her "I told you, im risking your life for one of my trips!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I imagine you meant to put 'not' in there somewhere.*
She slapped him again. "And I told you, I don't care!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*My writing went out the window to join a circus, quite sorry*
"Well too bad!" He said and stood up, prying her off him
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She stuck onto him like a tick.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
he sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose "Why do you do this?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Because you make it necessary."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Stroth: -aggressive angry noises-*
Stroth sighs "Im doing this so you don't get hurt Zylna"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Stroth is outside with Zynla.
Allison is collecting books.
Adder is napping.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Paris is looking for Eaton with a basket in one hand.
Flanne is drinking lots of coffee.
Scill is sunbathing on the roof with his flower.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
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.
*slap*
"When did you start caring like that?"
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.