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.*
Roll SoH
*Okay*
21
Perception: 23
She looks down at him, "Um... what are you doing?"
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.*
Roll SoH
*Okay*
21
Perception: 23
She looks down at him, "Um... what are you doing?"
He chuckles nervously and withdraws his hand, wringing it. "Nothin' miss, just making sure your belongings are secure. They got all sorts o' unsavory types 'round here. A veritable den o' thieves, so to speak."
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"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."
"Sure!" Yacatl says, following the dragon, careful not to out walk them
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"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?"
"I can't really reach the back. I'm telling you though, I don't remember. I think it was someone I liked."
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.
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.*
Roll SoH
*Okay*
21
Perception: 23
She looks down at him, "Um... what are you doing?"
He chuckles nervously and withdraws his hand, wringing it. "Nothin' miss, just making sure your belongings are secure. They got all sorts o' unsavory types 'round here. A veritable den o' thieves, so to speak."
*-Angry Love noises-*
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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.
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."
"I see... Oh, and my name is Lysander. Nice to meet you, ...." He says, exstending a hand and offering the elf to share their name
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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.
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?!"
"The locals would call it 'walking'" She says, returning the hug
an annoyed Stroth is sitting outside. He is standing in the middle of a field, staring at the sky. he mumbles to himself occasionally.
Adder is being himself.
Allison is sitting on the tavern roof, reading.
Atemos waves. “You ok? Here’s your mask back.”
"..... thank you..." he said and took it and placed in his bag. "and yes, im fine, just stressed"
“Thanks for letting me borrow it. Is the stress something I can help with?” Atemos sits next to him.
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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.*
Roll SoH
*Okay*
21
Perception: 23
She looks down at him, "Um... what are you doing?"
He chuckles nervously and withdraws his hand, wringing it. "Nothin' miss, just making sure your belongings are secure. They got all sorts o' unsavory types 'round here. A veritable den o' thieves, so to speak."
"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.
Yacatl casts detect magic on everything, still slightly worried. "So... Where did the gold come from?"
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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.
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?!"
"The locals would call it 'walking'" She says, returning the hug
Soldaer laughs, letting her go. "Well, that's a long way to walk, considering we're on different world. We're on Entropy."
"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.
Yacatl casts detect magic on everything, still slightly worried. "So... Where did the gold come from?"
"Oh, it's just the money I've built up over my.... I forgot the exact number, but over 200 years of life." He pointed at the dragon head in the distance. "That's Equinox over there."
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She looks down at him, "Um... what are you doing?"
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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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*-commence annoyance-*
"Why?"
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*Well i am growing increasingly tired and more inclined to curl into a ball and sleep*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*nighty night!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He chuckles nervously and withdraws his hand, wringing it. "Nothin' miss, just making sure your belongings are secure. They got all sorts o' unsavory types 'round here. A veritable den o' thieves, so to speak."
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"
"Sure!" Yacatl says, following the dragon, careful not to out walk them
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I can't really reach the back. I'm telling you though, I don't remember. I think it was someone I liked."
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.
*-Angry Love noises-*
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.
*Did you draw your discussion with your sleep paralysis demon yet?*
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 see... Oh, and my name is Lysander. Nice to meet you, ...." He says, exstending a hand and offering the elf to share their name
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"The locals would call it 'walking'" She says, returning the hug
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
“Thanks for letting me borrow it. Is the stress something I can help with?” Atemos sits next to him.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
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"Continue to annoy me and ill disappear again"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She grabbed his leg.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"Hm... you seem like the unsavory type to me."
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
Yacatl casts detect magic on everything, still slightly worried. "So... Where did the gold come from?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Eh, just a friend of mine wants me to take her on a adventure that i don't think she is ready for. I keep my private and work life separate"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Soldaer laughs, letting her go. "Well, that's a long way to walk, considering we're on different world. We're on Entropy."
*I am planning to do that tonight. I already have a long list of drawings i need to get done lol*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh, it's just the money I've built up over my.... I forgot the exact number, but over 200 years of life." He pointed at the dragon head in the distance. "That's Equinox over there."
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.