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.
"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"
“What adventure? And do you trust her?”
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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.
"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
Phantom chuckles when Yacatl occasionally passes him. He leads them down several more tunnels, back through the chamber they started in, and down more tunnels, turning down a side passage before they walk through a pair of large, beautiful doors.
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."
"Hm... you seem like the unsavory type to me."
He puts on a surprised face. "What a thing to say! Especially after I was trying to secure your bag away from the ragamuffins and cutpurses for you."
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
"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."
"Only 200? Wow..." He walks over to the dragon head carefully, casting detect magic once more. "One wonders what wonders it holds." They say sort of in awe
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"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."
"Only 200? Wow..." He walks over to the dragon head carefully, casting detect magic once more. "One wonders what wonders it holds." They say sort of in awe
"ETTOOOOOOOOR!!!!"The dragon head yelled.
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"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."
"do you know what way you liked them?" He starts trying to wipe the blood off his wings.
"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
Phantom chuckles when Yacatl occasionally passes him. He leads them down several more tunnels, back through the chamber they started in, and down more tunnels, turning down a side passage before they walk through a pair of large, beautiful doors.
Yacatl stops and waits for the dragon to open them. "Say, want to race after this?"
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"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?"
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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.
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.
"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"
“What adventure? And do you trust her?”
"She wants to go on a dangerous adventure that i tend to go on. I don't want her hurt so i keep away from it" he said "I do trust her but i worry"
“You should trust her and yourself. If you really don’t think she can handle it, then don’t let her go with you. But if you think she’s strong enough, then take her with you. It’ll be a learning experience for both.”
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"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."
"Only 200? Wow..." He walks over to the dragon head carefully, casting detect magic once more. "One wonders what wonders it holds." They say sort of in awe
"ETTOOOOOOOOR!!!!"The dragon head yelled.
He rolls his eyes and casts the spell again.
*Results?*
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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.
*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."
"You know i have my ways," She says with a friendly wink
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.
"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"
“What adventure? And do you trust her?”
"She wants to go on a dangerous adventure that i tend to go on. I don't want her hurt so i keep away from it" he said "I do trust her but i worry"
“You should trust her and yourself. If you really don’t think she can handle it, then don’t let her go with you. But if you think she’s strong enough, then take her with you. It’ll be a learning experience for both.”
He chuckles and runs a hand through his short brown hair, slicking it back before it sticks back up like a roosters crown. He smiles "maybe..."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
"Only 200? Wow..." He walks over to the dragon head carefully, casting detect magic once more. "One wonders what wonders it holds." They say sort of in awe
"ETTOOOOOOOOR!!!!"The dragon head yelled.
He rolls his eyes and casts the spell again.
*Results?*
*Dragon-god-thing head. Just pure god immortality keeping it alive.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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."
"Hm... you seem like the unsavory type to me."
He puts on a surprised face. "What a thing to say! Especially after I was trying to secure your bag away from the ragamuffins and cutpurses for you."
"First off, i'm not that stupid. Second, you stuck your hand in my purse."
"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
Phantom chuckles when Yacatl occasionally passes him. He leads them down several more tunnels, back through the chamber they started in, and down more tunnels, turning down a side passage before they walk through a pair of large, beautiful doors.
Yacatl stops and waits for the dragon to open them. "Say, want to race after this?"
Phantom chuckles turning down a side passage and away from the doors. "I know you'll beat me, unless I use magic." He says as he leads them down a twisting corridor that eventually ends seemingly in a dead end. Phantom touches a few rocks in the wall, and the end shifts, revealing an armory that would make most kings jealous.
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“What adventure? And do you trust her?”
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(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.
Phantom chuckles when Yacatl occasionally passes him. He leads them down several more tunnels, back through the chamber they started in, and down more tunnels, turning down a side passage before they walk through a pair of large, beautiful doors.
He puts on a surprised face. "What a thing to say! Especially after I was trying to secure your bag away from the ragamuffins and cutpurses for you."
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"
"Only 200? Wow..." He walks over to the dragon head carefully, casting detect magic once more. "One wonders what wonders it holds." They say sort of in awe
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*No pressure, but I would love to see that drawing.*
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"
"She wants to go on a dangerous adventure that i tend to go on. I don't want her hurt so i keep away from it" he said "I do trust her but i worry"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"?" He narrowed his eyes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"ETTOOOOOOOOR!!!!"The dragon head yelled.
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.
"do you know what way you liked them?" He starts trying to wipe the blood off his wings.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Yacatl stops and waits for the dragon to open them. "Say, want to race after this?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
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"
“You should trust her and yourself. If you really don’t think she can handle it, then don’t let her go with you. But if you think she’s strong enough, then take her with you. It’ll be a learning experience for both.”
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He rolls his eyes and casts the spell again.
*Results?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Now you can't go anywhere."
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.
"You know i have my ways," She says with a friendly wink
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
He chuckles and runs a hand through his short brown hair, slicking it back before it sticks back up like a roosters crown. He smiles "maybe..."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Dragon-god-thing head. Just pure god immortality keeping it alive.*
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.
"First off, i'm not that stupid. Second, you stuck your hand in my purse."
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
Phantom chuckles turning down a side passage and away from the doors. "I know you'll beat me, unless I use magic." He says as he leads them down a twisting corridor that eventually ends seemingly in a dead end. Phantom touches a few rocks in the wall, and the end shifts, revealing an armory that would make most kings jealous.