A light blue skinned teifling walks in. She is accompanied by a large stone golem and two large husky dogs with bright blue eyes.
She stands 5'7 with pale blue skin, ram-like horns, and a thin forked tail. She wore a white blouse with a black waist coat over it, a long black double-breasted skirt with silvery buttons, and thick, metal-heeled boots. Her long white hair was covering her right eye which were a beautfuil turquoise color. She carried a silver sickle that was imbued with holy runes from the god of knowledge. She affectionally petted the dogs as they twisted and turned in happy circles around her before she sat down at a table. A book suddenly appeared before her on the table.
*LORE!*
Ettor's chilling on a couch.
Lore looked over at him and send a harmless bolt of magical energy at him.
He looked over, a bit confused, then smiled in recognition. "Ah, you! How's the immortality treating you?"
"Oh my, your awake? that's confusing to see, the universe must be out of order." she joked "and its serving me well, Ive started two wars so im doing quite well against those who wish to destroy magic"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
"Makes sense." They say, looking for any sentient items
There's a Moonblade, and an extremely ornate trident on one wall, but other than that, nothing really.
Caelum walks up, back in elf form. "Hello, Lysander."
"Hi. How is it going?" They say, offering a chair
"It's fine. I'm sick of paperwork; now that my war is over, it's all paper, discussions, and council meetings... But you don't want to hear that, do you? I actually don't really know you that much, sorry..."
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A light blue skinned teifling walks in. She is accompanied by a large stone golem and two large husky dogs with bright blue eyes.
She stands 5'7 with pale blue skin, ram-like horns, and a thin forked tail. She wore a white blouse with a black waist coat over it, a long black double-breasted skirt with silvery buttons, and thick, metal-heeled boots. Her long white hair was covering her right eye which were a beautfuil turquoise color. She carried a silver sickle that was imbued with holy runes from the god of knowledge. She affectionally petted the dogs as they twisted and turned in happy circles around her before she sat down at a table. A book suddenly appeared before her on the table.
Lysander waves. "And who might you be?"
"Ah, hello!" she chirped and smiled "Im Lore" she said and did a bit of a dramatic bow
Lysander chuckles and mimics it. "Your a cleric I infer?"
"Nope! I'm a warlock to the god Genesis, god of knowledge, the artic, and brilliance." she said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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
"Ma'am, you just destroyed my lunch and are bleeding out on a table. Threats are bad idea in general."
"I didnt destroy anything.. That idiot that sent me here did...."
A light blue skinned teifling walks in. She is accompanied by a large stone golem and two large husky dogs with bright blue eyes.
She stands 5'7 with pale blue skin, ram-like horns, and a thin forked tail. She wore a white blouse with a black waist coat over it, a long black double-breasted skirt with silvery buttons, and thick, metal-heeled boots. Her long white hair was covering her right eye which were a beautfuil turquoise color. She carried a silver sickle that was imbued with holy runes from the god of knowledge. She affectionally petted the dogs as they twisted and turned in happy circles around her before she sat down at a table. A book suddenly appeared before her on the table.
*LORE!*
Ettor's chilling on a couch.
Lore looked over at him and send a harmless bolt of magical energy at him.
He looked over, a bit confused, then smiled in recognition. "Ah, you! How's the immortality treating you?"
"Oh my, your awake? that's confusing to see, the universe must be out of order." she joked "and its serving me well, Ive started two wars so im doing quite well against those who wish to destroy magic"
"Only two so far? In my first ten years I've been involved in about 20 across different worlds." He chuckled and sat up. "How have you been, in general?"
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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
"Ma'am, you just destroyed my lunch and are bleeding out on a table. Threats are bad idea in general."
"I didnt destroy anything.. That idiot that sent me here did...."
"Yeah, well he can't rebuy my lunch."
"How long has it been since your last meal?"
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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."
"Makes sense." They say, looking for any sentient items
There's a Moonblade, and an extremely ornate trident on one wall, but other than that, nothing really.
Yacatl is about it touch one of them, but before he does he looks over at the elf/dragon, not wanting to do some social faux pas."
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"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."
"Mhm." He hurries up cleaning Barachiel's wings.
The stains are still not coming out. "How did you fall?"
"Tried to just, not put into effect of a fate of someone who had a cruel one planned, slept instead because only then was I starting to grow tired of my job, which was putting into effect of fates of mortals for the whole 1,242 years I existed, Savras called me, I fell, yata yata, here we are, I'm fine with it because the only reason I'm trying to get back to the Upper Planes is to help a friend. Oh also I don't know if the god that did this put on some effect that keeps the blood stains, because I'd feel divine aura around it, but I'm also, you know, standing next to a planetar." He looks at his wings
Caelum walks up, back in elf form. "Hello, Lysander."
"Hi. How is it going?" They say, offering a chair
"It's fine. I'm sick of paperwork; now that my war is over, it's all paper, discussions, and council meetings... But you don't want to hear that, do you? I actually don't really know you that much, sorry..."
"I am willing to listen. Either that or we can get to know each other better. Your choice"
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.
"Wha? YOu really are hero of the vilage then," She smiles and hugs him again
Soldaer chuckles, hugging her back. "Yeah. We ended up organizing hunting parties to deal with any other threats after that incident. Wyverns, Fiendish drakes, even a couple Purple worms. The forest for about 50 miles in every direction from the village is safe from anything like that."
A light blue skinned teifling walks in. She is accompanied by a large stone golem and two large husky dogs with bright blue eyes.
She stands 5'7 with pale blue skin, ram-like horns, and a thin forked tail. She wore a white blouse with a black waist coat over it, a long black double-breasted skirt with silvery buttons, and thick, metal-heeled boots. Her long white hair was covering her right eye which were a beautfuil turquoise color. She carried a silver sickle that was imbued with holy runes from the god of knowledge. She affectionally petted the dogs as they twisted and turned in happy circles around her before she sat down at a table. A book suddenly appeared before her on the table.
*LORE!*
Ettor's chilling on a couch.
Lore looked over at him and send a harmless bolt of magical energy at him.
He looked over, a bit confused, then smiled in recognition. "Ah, you! How's the immortality treating you?"
"Oh my, your awake? that's confusing to see, the universe must be out of order." she joked "and its serving me well, Ive started two wars so im doing quite well against those who wish to destroy magic"
"Only two so far? In my first ten years I've been involved in about 20 across different worlds." He chuckled and sat up. "How have you been, in general?"
"Oh good for you, your holy medal is in the mail" she said and sent another bolt at him "How have i been, good so far. Nicky and Elmo had pups so im tolling around another 10 dogs to train for sleds, i plan to give some away as pets to those who will be kind to them." she said, a quill appears in her hand
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
"Makes sense." They say, looking for any sentient items
There's a Moonblade, and an extremely ornate trident on one wall, but other than that, nothing really.
Yacatl is about it touch one of them, but before he does he looks over at the elf/dragon, not wanting to do some social faux pas."
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.”
"Its where I live... And yu think I havent noticed?"
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.
No difference
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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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"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."
"Mhm." He hurries up cleaning Barachiel's wings.
The stains are still not coming out. "How did you fall?"
"Tried to just, not put into effect of a fate of someone who had a cruel one planned, slept instead because only then was I starting to grow tired of my job, which was putting into effect of fates of mortals for the whole 1,242 years I existed, Savras called me, I fell, yata yata, here we are, I'm fine with it because the only reason I'm trying to get back to the Upper Planes is to help a friend. Oh also I don't know if the god that did this put on some effect that keeps the blood stains, because I'd feel divine aura around it, but I'm also, you know, standing next to a planetar." He looks at his wings
Barachiel looks over at his wings. "Probably the same reason your wings turned black. Unless they were always like that."
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.
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
"Ma'am, you just destroyed my lunch and are bleeding out on a table. Threats are bad idea in general."
"I didnt destroy anything.. That idiot that sent me here did...."
A light blue skinned teifling walks in. She is accompanied by a large stone golem and two large husky dogs with bright blue eyes.
She stands 5'7 with pale blue skin, ram-like horns, and a thin forked tail. She wore a white blouse with a black waist coat over it, a long black double-breasted skirt with silvery buttons, and thick, metal-heeled boots. Her long white hair was covering her right eye which were a beautfuil turquoise color. She carried a silver sickle that was imbued with holy runes from the god of knowledge. She affectionally petted the dogs as they twisted and turned in happy circles around her before she sat down at a table. A book suddenly appeared before her on the table.
*LORE!*
Ettor's chilling on a couch.
Lore looked over at him and send a harmless bolt of magical energy at him.
He looked over, a bit confused, then smiled in recognition. "Ah, you! How's the immortality treating you?"
"Oh my, your awake? that's confusing to see, the universe must be out of order." she joked "and its serving me well, Ive started two wars so im doing quite well against those who wish to destroy magic"
"Only two so far? In my first ten years I've been involved in about 20 across different worlds." He chuckled and sat up. "How have you been, in general?"
"Oh good for you, your holy medal is in the mail" she said and sent another bolt at him "How have i been, good so far. Nicky and Elmo had pups so im tolling around another 10 dogs to train for sleds, i plan to give some away as pets to those who will be kind to them." she said, a quill appears in her hand
"Aw, good luck in finding owners for them. I imagine 10 of them are quite a handful."
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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
"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.
"Wha? YOu really are hero of the vilage then," She smiles and hugs him again
Soldaer chuckles, hugging her back. "Yeah. We ended up organizing hunting parties to deal with any other threats after that incident. Wyverns, Fiendish drakes, even a couple Purple worms. The forest for about 50 miles in every direction from the village is safe from anything like that."
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.
No difference
Phantom seems a bit confused, but tries to wake her gently.
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"Oh my, your awake? that's confusing to see, the universe must be out of order." she joked "and its serving me well, Ive started two wars so im doing quite well against those who wish to destroy magic"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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There's a Moonblade, and an extremely ornate trident on one wall, but other than that, nothing really.
"It's fine. I'm sick of paperwork; now that my war is over, it's all paper, discussions, and council meetings... But you don't want to hear that, do you? I actually don't really know you that much, sorry..."
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Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Nope! I'm a warlock to the god Genesis, god of knowledge, the artic, and brilliance." she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yeah, well he can't rebuy my lunch."
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
"Only two so far? In my first ten years I've been involved in about 20 across different worlds." He chuckled and sat up. "How have you been, in general?"
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.
"How long has it been since your last meal?"
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)
Yacatl is about it touch one of them, but before he does he looks over at the elf/dragon, not wanting to do some social faux pas."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Tried to just, not put into effect of a fate of someone who had a cruel one planned, slept instead because only then was I starting to grow tired of my job, which was putting into effect of fates of mortals for the whole 1,242 years I existed, Savras called me, I fell, yata yata, here we are, I'm fine with it because the only reason I'm trying to get back to the Upper Planes is to help a friend. Oh also I don't know if the god that did this put on some effect that keeps the blood stains, because I'd feel divine aura around it, but I'm also, you know, standing next to a planetar." He looks at his wings
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I am willing to listen. Either that or we can get to know each other better. Your choice"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Soldaer chuckles, hugging her back. "Yeah. We ended up organizing hunting parties to deal with any other threats after that incident. Wyverns, Fiendish drakes, even a couple Purple worms. The forest for about 50 miles in every direction from the village is safe from anything like that."
"Oh good for you, your holy medal is in the mail" she said and sent another bolt at him "How have i been, good so far. Nicky and Elmo had pups so im tolling around another 10 dogs to train for sleds, i plan to give some away as pets to those who will be kind to them." she said, a quill appears in her hand
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Phantom chuckles. "Go ahead, Yacatl."
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)
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Barachiel looks over at his wings. "Probably the same reason your wings turned black. Unless they were always like that."
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.
"3 days. I don't have a lot of money."
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
"Aw, good luck in finding owners for them. I imagine 10 of them are quite a handful."
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.
"Thats a lot, how strong are ya now?"
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 seems a bit confused, but tries to wake her gently.