A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
Turin greedily eyes the bag.
She sets the object she was holding in the bag, zipping it shut
A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
*YES! Let the fun begin!*
Soldaer is sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of Feywine. He glances over before returning to his glass, but quickly does a double take, his eyes going wide.
She's looking down at a small object, before looking around the tavern again
Soldaer gets up, leaving the glass behind on bar and walks over to her. "I'm Soldaer Torrae. You look very much like someone I once knew..."
She smiles, "I better." She lightly punches his arm, "I'm Etheaonia, remember?"
Soldaer laughs, giving her a hug. "Etheaonia! How'd you end up here?!"
A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
*YES! Let the fun begin!*
Soldaer is sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of Feywine. He glances over before returning to his glass, but quickly does a double take, his eyes going wide.
*How exactly is he here?*
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A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
Turin greedily eyes the bag.
She sets the object she was holding in the bag, zipping it shut
He tries to steal the bag.
*You can decide whether he fails or succeeds.*
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*Okay*
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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.
"Barachiel?" He stops tending the wounds for a second.
After a minute he responds. "I don't remember."
"Yeesh, you got your head hit hard, my fall wasn't nearly as bad. I'd say I'd kill the god that mistreated a planetar like this but you don't remember & they're a god. So what did you even do? If you remember." He goes back to finish bandaging the rest of the wounds.
"I helped people." He finishes the bread. "Thank you for everything."
"You're welcome & I meant what you did to anger the god you served, it was either BAD or that god is unjust. Also all that's left is your wings, I'll go get a rag for you, unless your ok with me cleaning them." He gets up holding the rag, now filled with blood, & he's not trying to touch any of it.
"That would be great." Barachiel slumps over. "I think I helped someone I wasn't supposed to."
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.
"And if I may ask, what does a Dragons Majesty do?"
"It transforms you into an adult dragon of the type belonging to the scale inside it for one hour."
"Oh, I don't want that." They say, bluntly before adding, "Not to offend you, nor dragon kind in any way shape or form." They say, cluchting something in their pocket
Phantom shrugs. "At very least you can sell them. They're exceptionally powerful, a worth at least 15,000 GP each most likely, probably more. I'll respect it though."
"Mmm... Maybe. I could take one, but where would I find a scale? I could go to Tu'narath, but turning into a red dragon won't be fun..." He says, eventually muttering to himself as he goes through his options
Phantom shrugs. "That part is up to you. Even without the scale, it's extremely valuable, as it is difficult to prepare properly, and once ready, all that is needed is a little heat and a scale to finish the potion."
"Okay... Um... Could I possibly see some other items? If it isn't too much of a hassle. Mayhaps some ones concerning speed."
Phantom chuckles. "Not interested in the potions anymore? Alright. Follow me then."
"I am but......... I kinda know how to make them all." They say, worried at upsetting the dragon
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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 female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
*YES! Let the fun begin!*
Soldaer is sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of Feywine. He glances over before returning to his glass, but quickly does a double take, his eyes going wide.
*How exactly is he here?*
*Doing timewarp for something I had planned. I mean, Atemos is still at the tavern too, so...shrugs*
A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
Lysander waves at the new comer. "Hello, and what brings you to the tavern?"
"I'm traveling. Might aswell get out of the house some time"
"I see. And how does one end up here?"
"I believe the locals call it walking, i'll have to get that checked though."
"I believe so, although you never know these days... So what is your little story?"
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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
"And if I may ask, what does a Dragons Majesty do?"
"It transforms you into an adult dragon of the type belonging to the scale inside it for one hour."
"Oh, I don't want that." They say, bluntly before adding, "Not to offend you, nor dragon kind in any way shape or form." They say, cluchting something in their pocket
Phantom shrugs. "At very least you can sell them. They're exceptionally powerful, a worth at least 15,000 GP each most likely, probably more. I'll respect it though."
"Mmm... Maybe. I could take one, but where would I find a scale? I could go to Tu'narath, but turning into a red dragon won't be fun..." He says, eventually muttering to himself as he goes through his options
Phantom shrugs. "That part is up to you. Even without the scale, it's extremely valuable, as it is difficult to prepare properly, and once ready, all that is needed is a little heat and a scale to finish the potion."
"Okay... Um... Could I possibly see some other items? If it isn't too much of a hassle. Mayhaps some ones concerning speed."
Phantom chuckles. "Not interested in the potions anymore? Alright. Follow me then."
"I am but......... I kinda know how to make them all." They say, worried at upsetting the dragon
Phantom laughs. "Alright then. Follow me. I'll take you to the armory."
A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
*YES! Let the fun begin!*
Soldaer is sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of Feywine. He glances over before returning to his glass, but quickly does a double take, his eyes going wide.
*How exactly is he here?*
*Doing timewarp for something I had planned. I mean, Atemos is still at the tavern too, so...shrugs*
*Atemos has a demon lord ability to have a few more hims around. Its something in his stats. Just.. Maybe try to hurry this? That way there dont have to be any possible death or other serious event caused retcons....*
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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)
A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
Turin greedily eyes the bag.
She sets the object she was holding in the bag, zipping it shut
"Indeed, but I wouldn't like to ask now. People tend to... dislike being blunted. How is it going?"
"Ah, my apologies, I've been a bit distracted lately. It's going well, I suppose. How about yourself?"
"Better then exspected. Considering I will die soon, life has been... lifed of a burden if that makes sense.... You are a warlock?"
Krathian chuckles and sits up in his seat. "Indeed I am, so I know what you mean." He absently holds up his right hand, in which is set an eye with a cross-shaped pupil.
"Your warlock symbol one would guess. Sadly I haven't been in... the current grand scheme of things for long recently. Just took a six month sabbatical and... my birth time has passed long ago."
"Your... birth time?"
"The time where my soul was originally born. For a long time after my death I was... trapped within Carceri. Was not fun."
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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 female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
Lysander waves at the new comer. "Hello, and what brings you to the tavern?"
"I'm traveling. Might aswell get out of the house some time"
"I see. And how does one end up here?"
"I believe the locals call it walking, i'll have to get that checked though."
"I believe so, although you never know these days... So what is your little story?"
She shrugs, "Wandering... kinda just enjoying life nowadays."
A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
*YES! Let the fun begin!*
Soldaer is sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of Feywine. He glances over before returning to his glass, but quickly does a double take, his eyes going wide.
*How exactly is he here?*
*Doing timewarp for something I had planned. I mean, Atemos is still at the tavern too, so...shrugs*
*Atemos has a demon lord ability to have a few more hims around. Its something in his stats. Just.. Maybe try to hurry this? That way there dont have to be any possible death or other serious event caused retcons....*
*No worries. This won't be too long. Old friends kinda thing, although you may want to refer back to page 18 of the sigil PM for more details on who this is...;)*
"Well, technically, no, he is an elder god, but he may as well be in his condition, the most he can do now is bluster."
Yacatl slowly leans over the pit, scared but not running. "If... If you go down there... then I guess I will as well."
Lysander smirks a bit upon hearing the term 'elder god'.
Ettor steps into the pit, disappearing in the almost water-like darkness.
Yacatl puts on an amulet of planeshift and follows Ettor in
He steps onto a gray, grassy field, Ettor is waiting in front of him. A few dozen feet behind him is a huge hill of gold and other valuables, and a few hundred feet away from that is a dump truck-sized black dragon head.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Barachiel?" He stops tending the wounds for a second.
After a minute he responds. "I don't remember."
"Yeesh, you got your head hit hard, my fall wasn't nearly as bad. I'd say I'd kill the god that mistreated a planetar like this but you don't remember & they're a god. So what did you even do? If you remember." He goes back to finish bandaging the rest of the wounds.
"I helped people." He finishes the bread. "Thank you for everything."
"You're welcome & I meant what you did to anger the god you served, it was either BAD or that god is unjust. Also all that's left is your wings, I'll go get a rag for you, unless your ok with me cleaning them." He gets up holding the rag, now filled with blood, & he's not trying to touch any of it.
"That would be great." Barachiel slumps over. "I think I helped someone I wasn't supposed to."
"One sec," He runs off to get a new rag, then comes back with a clean one "Okay so who did you help? And sorry didn't catch am I or you cleaning your wings?"
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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.
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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
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Adder hugs back and falls asleep on him
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Soldaer laughs, giving her a hug. "Etheaonia! How'd you end up here?!"
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)
*Okay*
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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.
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"
"That would be great." Barachiel slumps over. "I think I helped someone I wasn't supposed to."
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 am but......... I kinda know how to make them all." They say, worried at upsetting the dragon
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Doing timewarp for something I had planned. I mean, Atemos is still at the tavern too, so...shrugs*
"I believe so, although you never know these days... So what is your little story?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Phantom laughs. "Alright then. Follow me. I'll take you to the armory."
Yacatl puts on an amulet of planeshift and follows Ettor in
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Fudge, i have to carry him now," He sighs, trying not to be crushed
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
*Atemos has a demon lord ability to have a few more hims around. Its something in his stats. Just.. Maybe try to hurry this? That way there dont have to be any possible death or other serious event caused retcons....*
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)
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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 just am" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"The time where my soul was originally born. For a long time after my death I was... trapped within Carceri. Was not fun."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She shrugs, "Wandering... kinda just enjoying life nowadays."
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
*No worries. This won't be too long. Old friends kinda thing, although you may want to refer back to page 18 of the sigil PM for more details on who this is...;)*
He steps onto a gray, grassy field, Ettor is waiting in front of him. A few dozen feet behind him is a huge hill of gold and other valuables, and a few hundred feet away from that is a dump truck-sized black dragon head.
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.
"One sec," He runs off to get a new rag, then comes back with a clean one "Okay so who did you help? And sorry didn't catch am I or you cleaning your wings?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.