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."
"They did this!!?? Who the hell." For some reason they seem fairly mad about that.
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."
"yes you are" he said with a small grin "Your good at sneaking around!"
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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 ]]
*What the actual heck?*
*-sputters tea-*
*HOW DID I MISS THIS?*
*what, that sounds like a back story if I've ever heard one.*
*I just find the way they described it hilarious, and I'm surprised I missed the initial post, unless it was made a few minutes ago.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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."
"yes you are" he said with a small grin "Your good at sneaking around!"
"Which is why I'd be fine on a dangerous adventure."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Allison is in the grove of the forest, she is talking to a deer while using beast speech. She seems to carry a conversation with it for no reason.
Adder is asleep.
Lysander is reading
Alecto is looking for someone to kill Lysander
Yacatl is tinkering
*:D*
Ettor walks up behind him. "Hm, you seem fairly familiar."
Yacatl jumps slightly. "Um... I don't really remember you... Who are you?"
*Description? I don't know if Ettor changed apperience while I was away*
*He's missing his left arm.*
"Hmm... I think it was a bunch of grass that tried eating you."
"Oh yes... that was not a happy memory... How has it been?"
"Very... all over the place. I have a girlfriend, gave away my immortality, killed my patron, lost an arm..."
"I see... Have you came to me to make a new arm?"
"Nope, just saying hi to an old friend."
Yacatl smiles a bit. "Then thanks... I am sorry I didn't recognize you. I have had... an interesting year away."
"You want me to make you a prosthetic?"
He held up a hand. "No, I'd rather not replace my arm... for reasons. How was your year away interesting?"
"I got my friend purged from being evil, raced a bit, talked in the feywild, went to a carnival, traveled the outer planes a bit, etc... Its not going to get infected, is it?"
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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
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."
"They did this!!?? Who the hell." For some reason they seem fairly mad about that.
"I did my job too well I assume." Valian notices that even though the blood is washed off, the places where it was is stained red.
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.
Allison is in the grove of the forest, she is talking to a deer while using beast speech. She seems to carry a conversation with it for no reason.
Adder is asleep.
Lysander is reading
Alecto is looking for someone to kill Lysander
Yacatl is tinkering
*:D*
Ettor walks up behind him. "Hm, you seem fairly familiar."
Yacatl jumps slightly. "Um... I don't really remember you... Who are you?"
*Description? I don't know if Ettor changed apperience while I was away*
*He's missing his left arm.*
"Hmm... I think it was a bunch of grass that tried eating you."
"Oh yes... that was not a happy memory... How has it been?"
"Very... all over the place. I have a girlfriend, gave away my immortality, killed my patron, lost an arm..."
"I see... Have you came to me to make a new arm?"
"Nope, just saying hi to an old friend."
Yacatl smiles a bit. "Then thanks... I am sorry I didn't recognize you. I have had... an interesting year away."
"You want me to make you a prosthetic?"
He held up a hand. "No, I'd rather not replace my arm... for reasons. How was your year away interesting?"
"I got my friend purged from being evil, raced a bit, talked in the feywild, went to a carnival, traveled the outer planes a bit, etc... Its not going to get infected, is it?"
"Oh, no, it got lopped off a few weeks ago."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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."
"yes you are" he said with a small grin "Your good at sneaking around!"
"Which is why I'd be fine on a dangerous adventure."
He narrowed his eyes and tipped back his head, leaning it against the wall. "let it go Zylna"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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?"
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."
"yes you are" he said with a small grin "Your good at sneaking around!"
"Which is why I'd be fine on a dangerous adventure."
He narrowed his eyes and tipped back his head, leaning it against the wall. "let it go Zylna"
"No."
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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?"
*Sure thing*
"Indeed I am, I assume you have some business with me?" He sits down at the table
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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.
Allison is in the grove of the forest, she is talking to a deer while using beast speech. She seems to carry a conversation with it for no reason.
Adder is asleep.
Lysander is reading
Alecto is looking for someone to kill Lysander
Yacatl is tinkering
*:D*
Ettor walks up behind him. "Hm, you seem fairly familiar."
Yacatl jumps slightly. "Um... I don't really remember you... Who are you?"
*Description? I don't know if Ettor changed apperience while I was away*
*He's missing his left arm.*
"Hmm... I think it was a bunch of grass that tried eating you."
"Oh yes... that was not a happy memory... How has it been?"
"Very... all over the place. I have a girlfriend, gave away my immortality, killed my patron, lost an arm..."
"I see... Have you came to me to make a new arm?"
"Nope, just saying hi to an old friend."
Yacatl smiles a bit. "Then thanks... I am sorry I didn't recognize you. I have had... an interesting year away."
"You want me to make you a prosthetic?"
He held up a hand. "No, I'd rather not replace my arm... for reasons. How was your year away interesting?"
"I got my friend purged from being evil, raced a bit, talked in the feywild, went to a carnival, traveled the outer planes a bit, etc... Its not going to get infected, is it?"
"Oh, no, it got lopped off a few weeks ago."
"Mmm... I see." He says, tinkering faster to get his mind off stuff. "How have things been since?"
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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?*
[[ i just want an oc with a villain arc ]]
*Okay bro, u do u*
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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."
"They did this!!?? Who the hell." For some reason they seem fairly mad about that.
"I did my job too well I assume." Valian notices that even though the blood is washed off, the places where it was is stained red.
"I meant the god you served." He says trying to wipe the stains off.
"I've been here far longer than you, old man." She says it in a joking kind of way, considering she's around 1600 years old.
*Silver Greatwyrm, twice as tall as the tavern, etc.*
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.
"They did this!!?? Who the hell." For some reason they seem fairly mad about that.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"yes you are" he said with a small grin "Your good at sneaking around!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I just find the way they described it hilarious, and I'm surprised I missed the initial post, unless it was made a few minutes ago.*
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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.
"-tiny adder screams into pillow-"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Which is why I'd be fine on a dangerous adventure."
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.
"I got my friend purged from being evil, raced a bit, talked in the feywild, went to a carnival, traveled the outer planes a bit, etc... Its not going to get infected, is it?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"You'vve been taking them when you shouldn't."
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
"I did my job too well I assume." Valian notices that even though the blood is washed off, the places where it was is stained red.
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.
"Oh, no, it got lopped off a few weeks ago."
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.
He narrowed his eyes and tipped back his head, leaning it against the wall. "let it go Zylna"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Whats it matter to you?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I can see my mom when i take them though" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No."
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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.
*Sure thing*
"Indeed I am, I assume you have some business with me?" He sits down at the table
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"
*Are they in dragon form?*
"In this tavern? Yes. But I was in the one before... Shall I bow or something?"
*Lysander is 160 in his current form, but his soul is much much older*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Mmm... I see." He says, tinkering faster to get his mind off stuff. "How have things been since?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Okay bro, u do u*
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 meant the god you served." He says trying to wipe the stains off.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Adder, you told me your mom was either dead or enslaved."
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