Inside is a sugar glazed doughnut with fresh berries on it. The berries consist of elderberry, strawberry and blueberry. Light powder sugar is sprinkled over the top like delicate snow.
Zylna's stomach rumbles upon seeing it, making her realize how hungry she is.
"You can eat it if you want" a voice said. Stroth leaned in the doorway then walked over, sitting besides her.
"Only because I'm starving." She devours the doughnut.
He smiles "Then you need to eat more"
She wipes some of the stray powder from her mouth. "Like I said, I don't have money."
"Then find a job that doesn't require assassination"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[[ a changling is gay for a spider and the spider is gay for the changling, something bad is gonna happen to the changling so I can villain arc the spider ]]
Q'ilbrith hangs from the rafters by his tentacles above them, trying to see what they're reading
*Description please?*
*Reborn half elf divination wizard. Takes the form of an old, world weary man*
The language is in heriogylphs, with strange diagram of devils
*Mentally reenacts scene in David Tenant's Hamlet w Polonius. "What do you read my lord?"*
"What are you are you reading?" Q'ilbrith asks, flop/scooting down a nearby support beam.
A book on Devils. Particually Nessus. They say, putting it down and looking for Q'ilbrith *description*
"Who might you be?"
"Q'ilbrith, servant of Orvar" he flop/scoots around to face Lysander. "Who are you?"
*Q'ilbrith appears to be a small octopus with black skin and white eyes.*
"Lysander." They say simply. "And who might Orvar be?"
"No one of much import to you, though I suppose you might find it interesting that he is what you might call an Eldritch horror, Lysander."
From the far realm? Mmm... He might. You never know.
*Ooo. Plot ideas are forming*
*Awww yeah.*
"You might never know what, flesh-walker?" asks Q'il warily.
*Mind if we talk about stuff?*
Whether he might be to use to me. I have... powerful enemies and I have been seeking to form a collation against them. The more the merrier
"Hmmm, I will have to speak with Krathian and ascertain whether this is acceptable. We should all three speak. Please excuse his disheveled state, he's been going through a difficult time and is drinking a tad too much ... again."
Mmm... It sounds like he needs Tankard of Sobriety. Want you to give you mine for a bit?
"Sounds intriguing, but I'm sure he'll be fine. Orvar doesn't let him get drunk anyway. He just sort of...zones out. Sometimes for days at a time. I'll let him know the situation." Q'ilbrith closes his eyes for a second or two, as if he was taking a really long blink. A minute later, Krathian comes out of his room, adjusting his collar.
Description:
Krathian is a tall, bald half-elf. His skin is slightly tan and he keeps a well-groomed handlebar moustache. He wears a simple black button-up shirt with suspenders and slacks, covered by a long black woolen trench coat whose sleeves are pulled up to reveal his strange runic tattoos up and down his forearms. A rumpled plague doctor's hat is perched over his bald dome, and the lobe his left ear is pierced by a single silver earring. He carries a long black wooden cane with a silver head fashioned to look like the head of a raven.
*Also yes, I would love to talk about stuff.*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Valian runs back with with a loaf of bread, a glass of water, a wet rag, & bandages, placing them all on the table, "I got you food, you'll be ok, sadly I don't have healing magic." He starts wiping the cuts & blood with the rag, bandaging the clean wounds.
"Jeez, you don't have to do that. I'm not that important." The person flushes a little. "I think my name is Barachiel. What can I call you?"
"Valian, & what is with all the people here acting like they're dirt! First Atemos, & now you, yeesh, anyways few things you need to know, there is protection around the tavern that stops people & things from getting hurt, so If a devil tries to trick you into selling them your soul, DO NOT, agree, even if they death threat you,. . ." Valian continues to tend his wounds, but gives at look at the glyphs on his arms.
Barachiel grins. "You want me to act like I'm better than you? I'll have you know my job is specifically to relieve suffering." Barachiel then seems washed over by a wave of sadness. "Was."
"Yeah, you'll get over falling, being mortal is actually pretty great, as long as you have a soul," Another glance to his glyphs, "but hey, I did & I still like it so. Alright by the armour I'm guessing you were a planetar."
"That sounds right." Barachiel frowns. "Are you trying to get me to ask about your arms?"
"What?" He looks up, "Oh I wasn't trying to, guess I looked at them subconsciously, short story is same reason I told you not to sell your soul is why I got these, so, who did you anger?" He goes back to tending the rest of the wounds.
Barachiel takes a bite of bread. "No idea. My god, I assume."
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.
Inside is a sugar glazed doughnut with fresh berries on it. The berries consist of elderberry, strawberry and blueberry. Light powder sugar is sprinkled over the top like delicate snow.
Zylna's stomach rumbles upon seeing it, making her realize how hungry she is.
"You can eat it if you want" a voice said. Stroth leaned in the doorway then walked over, sitting besides her.
"Only because I'm starving." She devours the doughnut.
He smiles "Then you need to eat more"
She wipes some of the stray powder from her mouth. "Like I said, I don't have money."
"Then find a job that doesn't require assassination"
"I'm not good at anything else."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
[[ a changling is gay for a spider and the spider is gay for the changling, something bad is gonna happen to the changling so I can villain arc the spider ]]
*What the actual heck?*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
[[ a changling is gay for a spider and the spider is gay for the changling, something bad is gonna happen to the changling so I can villain arc the spider ]]
[[ a changling is gay for a spider and the spider is gay for the changling, something bad is gonna happen to the changling so I can villain arc the spider ]]
*What the actual heck?*
*-sputters tea-*
*HOW DID I MISS THIS?*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Q'ilbrith hangs from the rafters by his tentacles above them, trying to see what they're reading
*Description please?*
*Reborn half elf divination wizard. Takes the form of an old, world weary man*
The language is in heriogylphs, with strange diagram of devils
*Mentally reenacts scene in David Tenant's Hamlet w Polonius. "What do you read my lord?"*
"What are you are you reading?" Q'ilbrith asks, flop/scooting down a nearby support beam.
A book on Devils. Particually Nessus. They say, putting it down and looking for Q'ilbrith *description*
"Who might you be?"
"Q'ilbrith, servant of Orvar" he flop/scoots around to face Lysander. "Who are you?"
*Q'ilbrith appears to be a small octopus with black skin and white eyes.*
"Lysander." They say simply. "And who might Orvar be?"
"No one of much import to you, though I suppose you might find it interesting that he is what you might call an Eldritch horror, Lysander."
From the far realm? Mmm... He might. You never know.
*Ooo. Plot ideas are forming*
*Awww yeah.*
"You might never know what, flesh-walker?" asks Q'il warily.
*Mind if we talk about stuff?*
Whether he might be to use to me. I have... powerful enemies and I have been seeking to form a collation against them. The more the merrier
"Hmmm, I will have to speak with Krathian and ascertain whether this is acceptable. We should all three speak. Please excuse his disheveled state, he's been going through a difficult time and is drinking a tad too much ... again."
Mmm... It sounds like he needs Tankard of Sobriety. Want you to give you mine for a bit?
"Sounds intriguing, but I'm sure he'll be fine. Orvar doesn't let him get drunk anyway. He just sort of...zones out. Sometimes for days at a time. I'll let him know the situation." Q'ilbrith closes his eyes for a second or two, as if he was taking a really long blink. A minute later, Krathian comes out of his room, adjusting his collar.
Description:
Krathian is a tall, bald half-elf. His skin is slightly tan and he keeps a well-groomed handlebar moustache. He wears a simple black button-up shirt with suspenders and slacks, covered by a long black woolen trench coat whose sleeves are pulled up to reveal his strange runic tattoos up and down his forearms. A rumpled plague doctor's hat is perched over his bald dome, and the lobe his left ear is pierced by a single silver earring. He carries a long black wooden cane with a silver head fashioned to look like the head of a raven.
*Also yes, I would love to talk about stuff.*
*To the PMs?*
Lysander stands up and walks over to great him. "Hello, and you are Krathian?"
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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
Rāxern has started setting trees ablaze, but hasn't gotten to the forest yet, emphasis on yet.
Brishka is in their room, door open & unpacking things from the backpack they have.
Alecto walks over. "Are they okay?"
He looks over "Back off devil, there's a blessing in the tavern so you won't be getting a soul," He glares at him clearly with some recent past in what he says.
[[ a changling is gay for a spider and the spider is gay for the changling, something bad is gonna happen to the changling so I can villain arc the spider ]]
Rāxern has started setting trees ablaze, but hasn't gotten to the forest yet, emphasis on yet.
Brishka is in their room, door open & unpacking things from the backpack they have.
Alecto walks over. "Are they okay?"
He looks over "Back off devil, there's a blessing in the tavern so you won't be getting a soul," He glares at him clearly with some recent past in what he says.
"I am not looking for a soul, I'm not in the mood for such things... Your a fallen angel as well, aren't you?"
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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
[[ a changling is gay for a spider and the spider is gay for the changling, something bad is gonna happen to the changling so I can villain arc the spider ]]
*What the actual heck?*
*-sputters tea-*
*HOW DID I MISS THIS?*
*what, that sounds like a back story if I've ever heard one.*
[[ a changling is gay for a spider and the spider is gay for the changling, something bad is gonna happen to the changling so I can villain arc the spider ]]
*What the actual heck?*
*-sputters tea-*
*HOW DID I MISS THIS?*
[[ the big gay starts at page 3323 ]]
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I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
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Caelum waves back.
*What does Lysander look like again?*
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.
"Then find a job that doesn't require assassination"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
[[ a changling is gay for a spider and the spider is gay for the changling, something bad is gonna happen to the changling so I can villain arc the spider ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"You want me to make you a prosthetic?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Sounds intriguing, but I'm sure he'll be fine. Orvar doesn't let him get drunk anyway. He just sort of...zones out. Sometimes for days at a time. I'll let him know the situation." Q'ilbrith closes his eyes for a second or two, as if he was taking a really long blink. A minute later, Krathian comes out of his room, adjusting his collar.
Description:
Krathian is a tall, bald half-elf. His skin is slightly tan and he keeps a well-groomed handlebar moustache. He wears a simple black button-up shirt with suspenders and slacks, covered by a long black woolen trench coat whose sleeves are pulled up to reveal his strange runic tattoos up and down his forearms. A rumpled plague doctor's hat is perched over his bald dome, and the lobe his left ear is pierced by a single silver earring. He carries a long black wooden cane with a silver head fashioned to look like the head of a raven.
*Also yes, I would love to talk about stuff.*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
[[ おひよございます ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Barachiel takes a bite of bread. "No idea. My god, I assume."
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.
"I'm not good at anything else."
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.
*What the actual heck?*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"I'm not giving you anymore pills."
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
*Reborn half elf wizard. Old world weary kind of guy*
*Description?*
"So another dragon joins the group, I see."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Put fair enough*
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
*-sputters tea-*
*HOW DID I MISS 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.
*To the PMs?*
Lysander stands up and walks over to great him. "Hello, and you are Krathian?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He looks over "Back off devil, there's a blessing in the tavern so you won't be getting a soul," He glares at him clearly with some recent past in what he says.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
[[ i just want an oc with a villain arc ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"I am not looking for a soul, I'm not in the mood for such things... Your a fallen angel as well, aren't you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He held up a hand. "No, I'd rather not replace my arm... for reasons. How was your year away interesting?"
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.
*what, that sounds like a back story if I've ever heard one.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
[[ the big gay starts at page 3323 ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger