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
"Indeed you do, Etheaonia." he says with a chuckle. "It's been far too long since I last saw you. Where have you been keeping yourself? I was afraid you were among those killed when that Green Dragon attacked the village."
"Family houses around the continent. Father was aways prepared." She says, "That dragon hasn't turned up in a while though."
Suddenly, everything on one of the tables inside is launched, and thrown aside in a flash of light. On the table now is a woman with very long bronze colored hair. She seems very heavily injured, and her wounds leak a strange grey mist. Deep gashes adorn her arms, and her armor has many cracks and dents. She lies, unconscious, her breathing shallow.
Nessa walks over and heals her 50 HP. “Ma’am, are you alright? What happened?”
A few of her wounds seem to close, but not by very much at all. A very sharp loo of pain appears on her face as she slowly awakens *Also forsaken stuff you already are aware of, though Im not sure Nessa is* "The.... The Chasm?" She says chasm in a way others usually say 'hell(s)'
Nessa doesn’t seem to be affected by the forsaken thing. “Chasm? Where did you come from?”
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Suddenly, everything on one of the tables inside is launched, and thrown aside in a flash of light. On the table now is a woman with very long bronze colored hair. She seems very heavily injured, and her wounds leak a strange grey mist. Deep gashes adorn her arms, and her armor has many cracks and dents. She lies, unconscious, her breathing shallow.
*Timewarp*
Phantom runs over to her, muttering something under his breath as his hands and eyes start glowing, casting heal on her.
It does surprisingly little, and he suddenly gets a strange feeling looking at her. Almost a divine urging. This person... Should not exist. Theres something wrong about them. They must die
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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.
"Romantically. That's one of the only things I can remember. He was amazing."
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."
"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."
"Alright alright, I'm a bad liar. And to be fair - I was going to take the entire purse, not just one bauble."
SHe sighs, "Run along before i call the authoroties."
Suddenly, everything on one of the tables inside is launched, and thrown aside in a flash of light. On the table now is a woman with very long bronze colored hair. She seems very heavily injured, and her wounds leak a strange grey mist. Deep gashes adorn her arms, and her armor has many cracks and dents. She lies, unconscious, her breathing shallow.
Nessa walks over and heals her 50 HP. “Ma’am, are you alright? What happened?”
A few of her wounds seem to close, but not by very much at all. A very sharp loo of pain appears on her face as she slowly awakens *Also forsaken stuff you already are aware of, though Im not sure Nessa is* "The.... The Chasm?" She says chasm in a way others usually say 'hell(s)'
Nessa doesn’t seem to be affected by the forsaken thing. “Chasm? Where did you come from?”
"Sogel...... The underdark..."
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”One of my warlocks said that there’s a thing called alignment that determines your morality. I’ve been trying to figure out mine.. but it’s not working.”
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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?*
*Dragon-god-thing head. Just pure god immortality keeping it alive.*
"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.*
*Which schools?*
*a mix of Necromany and Evocation, I guess.*
Yacatl is immediately scared out of his wits. "Nothing is keeping this thing down." *You said no abjuration/wards*
*Look, man, I wasn't expecting a Sherlock Holmes investigation of Equinox's head, just a 'oh, that's there', and moving on, I got no idea how having a god works, so I'm just going along with a sort of God of War god ruleset.*
Ettor pats Yacatl's shoulder, chuckling. "Oh, yeah, he's a real fighter."
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Suddenly, everything on one of the tables inside is launched, and thrown aside in a flash of light. On the table now is a woman with very long bronze colored hair. She seems very heavily injured, and her wounds leak a strange grey mist. Deep gashes adorn her arms, and her armor has many cracks and dents. She lies, unconscious, her breathing shallow.
Kai, who was sitting at the table, sighs, "That was my lunch."
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
"Indeed you do, Etheaonia." he says with a chuckle. "It's been far too long since I last saw you. Where have you been keeping yourself? I was afraid you were among those killed when that Green Dragon attacked the village."
"Family houses around the continent. Father was aways prepared." She says, "That dragon hasn't turned up in a while though."
"Because I killed it." Soldaer says with a smile. He reaches into one of his braces and pulls out an obviously handcrafted dagger made from a massive tooth with a single large emerald set in the pommel.
”One of my warlocks said that there’s a thing called alignment that determines your morality. I’ve been trying to figure out mine.. but it’s not working.”
"... what did those runes mean for me?"
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Suddenly, everything on one of the tables inside is launched, and thrown aside in a flash of light. On the table now is a woman with very long bronze colored hair. She seems very heavily injured, and her wounds leak a strange grey mist. Deep gashes adorn her arms, and her armor has many cracks and dents. She lies, unconscious, her breathing shallow.
Nessa walks over and heals her 50 HP. “Ma’am, are you alright? What happened?”
A few of her wounds seem to close, but not by very much at all. A very sharp loo of pain appears on her face as she slowly awakens *Also forsaken stuff you already are aware of, though Im not sure Nessa is* "The.... The Chasm?" She says chasm in a way others usually say 'hell(s)'
Phantom shakes his head. "No, you're not in 'The Chasm', or the Nine Hells as most of know it. You're in The Tavern at the End of the World. I'm Phantom." He looks rather worried about her condition.
"Obviously Im not at the Chasm.... And this also obviously isnt the hells.... Theyre different"
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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
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.
"I use magic, you could as well. When did I say otherwise?" They say, looking around at the armory
Phantom chuckles. "Fair enough."
I wasn't kidding when I said this would make kings jealous. There's at least 5 different suits of adamantite armor, a suit of scale mail made from black and silver scales, racks and racks of swords, polearms, maces, bows, crossbows. On one wall there's a case with hundreds of daggers and other throwable weapons in it.
Yacatl makes a mental list of the magic items
"Interesting. If I may ask, how did you get them?
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Suddenly, everything on one of the tables inside is launched, and thrown aside in a flash of light. On the table now is a woman with very long bronze colored hair. She seems very heavily injured, and her wounds leak a strange grey mist. Deep gashes adorn her arms, and her armor has many cracks and dents. She lies, unconscious, her breathing shallow.
Nessa walks over and heals her 50 HP. “Ma’am, are you alright? What happened?”
A few of her wounds seem to close, but not by very much at all. A very sharp loo of pain appears on her face as she slowly awakens *Also forsaken stuff you already are aware of, though Im not sure Nessa is* "The.... The Chasm?" She says chasm in a way others usually say 'hell(s)'
Nessa doesn’t seem to be affected by the forsaken thing. “Chasm? Where did you come from?”
"Sogel...... The underdark..."
“What were you doing there? You’re… badly injured.”
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Suddenly, everything on one of the tables inside is launched, and thrown aside in a flash of light. On the table now is a woman with very long bronze colored hair. She seems very heavily injured, and her wounds leak a strange grey mist. Deep gashes adorn her arms, and her armor has many cracks and dents. She lies, unconscious, her breathing shallow.
Kai, who was sitting at the table, sighs, "That was my lunch."
-Unresponsive (lack of) noises-
Kai pokes her, "YOu ok?"
Now awake, she flinches back "Try to touch me again and you wont be...." her hand shoots to the cut he was tapping towards
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Suddenly, everything on one of the tables inside is launched, and thrown aside in a flash of light. On the table now is a woman with very long bronze colored hair. She seems very heavily injured, and her wounds leak a strange grey mist. Deep gashes adorn her arms, and her armor has many cracks and dents. She lies, unconscious, her breathing shallow.
*Timewarp*
Phantom runs over to her, muttering something under his breath as his hands and eyes start glowing, casting heal on her.
It does surprisingly little, and he suddenly gets a strange feeling looking at her. Almost a divine urging. This person... Should not exist. Theres something wrong about them. They must die
Phantom looks at her closer, switching to his Truesight.
"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.
"Romantically. That's one of the only things I can remember. He was amazing."
”One of my warlocks said that there’s a thing called alignment that determines your morality. I’ve been trying to figure out mine.. but it’s not working.”
"... what did those runes mean for me?"
“You’re…definitely of some chaotic alignment but I don’t know what some of the colors are.” It continues to glow a soft white color.
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Yacatl is immediately scared out of his wits. "Nothing is keeping this thing down." *You said no abjuration/wards*
*Look, man, I wasn't expecting a Sherlock Holmes investigation of Equinox's head, just a 'oh, that's there', and moving on, I got no idea how having a god works, so I'm just going along with a sort of God of War god ruleset.*
Ettor pats Yacatl's shoulder, chuckling. "Oh, yeah, he's a real fighter."
*Well Yacatl walks to forge it into some magic items, so they are going to check it first*
"Mmm... Is it safe?"
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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
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.
"I use magic, you could as well. When did I say otherwise?" They say, looking around at the armory
Phantom chuckles. "Fair enough."
I wasn't kidding when I said this would make kings jealous. There's at least 5 different suits of adamantite armor, a suit of scale mail made from black and silver scales, racks and racks of swords, polearms, maces, bows, crossbows. On one wall there's a case with hundreds of daggers and other throwable weapons in it.
Yacatl makes a mental list of the magic items
"Interesting. If I may ask, how did you get them?
Phantom chuckles. "I'm a dragon, and over Three Thousand years old. I've fought in wars, against cults, other dragons.... It's easy to accumulate such a hoard over that much time."
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"Family houses around the continent. Father was aways prepared." She says, "That dragon hasn't turned up in a while though."
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Nessa doesn’t seem to be affected by the forsaken thing. “Chasm? Where did you come from?”
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It does surprisingly little, and he suddenly gets a strange feeling looking at her. Almost a divine urging. This person... Should not exist. Theres something wrong about them. They must die
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"Romantically. That's one of the only things I can remember. He was amazing."
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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.
SHe sighs, "Run along before i call the authoroties."
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"Sogel...... The underdark..."
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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!
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”One of my warlocks said that there’s a thing called alignment that determines your morality. I’ve been trying to figure out mine.. but it’s not working.”
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*Look, man, I wasn't expecting a Sherlock Holmes investigation of Equinox's head, just a 'oh, that's there', and moving on, I got no idea how having a god works, so I'm just going along with a sort of God of War god ruleset.*
Ettor pats Yacatl's shoulder, chuckling. "Oh, yeah, he's a real fighter."
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Kai pokes her, "YOu ok?"
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"Because I killed it." Soldaer says with a smile. He reaches into one of his braces and pulls out an obviously handcrafted dagger made from a massive tooth with a single large emerald set in the pommel.
"... what did those runes mean for me?"
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"Obviously Im not at the Chasm.... And this also obviously isnt the hells.... Theyre different"
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Yacatl makes a mental list of the magic items
"Interesting. If I may ask, how did you get them?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“What were you doing there? You’re… badly injured.”
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Now awake, she flinches back "Try to touch me again and you wont be...." her hand shoots to the cut he was tapping towards
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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)
Phantom looks at her closer, switching to his Truesight.
"Mhm." He hurries up cleaning Barachiel's wings.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“You’re…definitely of some chaotic alignment but I don’t know what some of the colors are.” It continues to glow a soft white color.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Well Yacatl walks to forge it into some magic items, so they are going to check it first*
"Mmm... Is it safe?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Phantom chuckles. "I'm a dragon, and over Three Thousand years old. I've fought in wars, against cults, other dragons.... It's easy to accumulate such a hoard over that much time."