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."
"Don't make me dump them on you and your girlfriend" she threatened with a grin. Nicky sat besides her, staring at Ettor before licking ettor's hand.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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?"
"Just don't get to close to his mouth, he may not have a neck, but he'll try to eat you. Just like he ate my arm."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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?"
"3 days. I don't have a lot of money."
"Hm... You can survive that. Im on day 8." She slowly starts standing, her hair almost reaching all the way to the floor
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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."
"Thats a lot, how strong are ya now?"
Soldaer pulls out of the hug, smiling. "I'm the Chosen of Eilistraee, so..." He chuckles slightly.
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"
"It feels good to complain sometimes... When I founded the Silver Council, I didn't expect them to be so controlling..."
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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."
Phantom chuckles. "Go ahead, Yacatl."
"Okay... I am worried because I have permission to do a lot, so I might over step my bounds and do something wrong." They say, gently grabbing the trident. Hello?
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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.
No difference
Phantom seems a bit confused, but tries to wake her gently.
Now awake from Nessa, she slaps the hand away "Hands off the wounds...."
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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?"
"3 days. I don't have a lot of money."
"Hm... You can survive that. Im on day 8." She slowly starts standing, her hair almost reaching all the way to the floor
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?"
"3 days. I don't have a lot of money."
"Hm... You can survive that. Im on day 8." She slowly starts standing, her hair almost reaching all the way to the floor
"Thats not the point."
"What is the point, then?"
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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."
"Thats a lot, how strong are ya now?"
Soldaer pulls out of the hug, smiling. "I'm the Chosen of Eilistraee, so..." He chuckles slightly.
"Ah yes, our chozen one" She says it with a very noble accent before giggling, "You were always so serious about it"
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."
"Don't make me dump them on you and your girlfriend" she threatened with a grin. Nicky sat besides her, staring at Ettor before licking ettor's hand.
"I'd think Poppy would be delighted to have a bunch of pups thrown on her."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"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."
Phantom chuckles. "Go ahead, Yacatl."
"Okay... I am worried because I have permission to do a lot, so I might over step my bounds and do something wrong." They say, gently grabbing the trident. Hello?
Yacatl hears it humming some sea shanty, but it doesn't respond. "You found Wave, I see. Powerful trident, but it only speaks Aquan."
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.
Now awake from Nessa, she slaps the hand away "Hands off the wounds...."
Phantom backs off. "Look, I'm a healer. Just trying to help, miss." He says rather sharply, his deep green eyes narrowed.
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.
Now awake from Nessa, she slaps the hand away "Hands off the wounds...."
Phantom backs off. "Look, I'm a healer. Just trying to help, miss." He says rather sharply, his deep green eyes narrowed.
"Healer of what type, exactly?"
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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?"
"3 days. I don't have a lot of money."
"Hm... You can survive that. Im on day 8." She slowly starts standing, her hair almost reaching all the way to the floor
"Thats not the point."
"What is the point, then?"
"You, or whoever sent you here, own me some silver."
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."
"Thats a lot, how strong are ya now?"
Soldaer pulls out of the hug, smiling. "I'm the Chosen of Eilistraee, so..." He chuckles slightly.
"Ah yes, our chozen one" She says it with a very noble accent before giggling, "You were always so serious about it"
*Little does she know that Soldaer is actually the crown prince...*
Soldaer laughs. "I was not! You know I enjoyed being with the rest of our people."
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."
"Don't make me dump them on you and your girlfriend" she threatened with a grin. Nicky sat besides her, staring at Ettor before licking ettor's hand.
"I'd think Poppy would be delighted to have a bunch of pups thrown on her."
She chuckles "yes, she seems to be like that" Lore said "You picked a good one my friend, she's a keeper"
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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...."
"Yeah, well he can't rebuy my lunch."
"How long has it been since your last meal?"
"3 days. I don't have a lot of money."
"Hm... You can survive that. Im on day 8." She slowly starts standing, her hair almost reaching all the way to the floor
"Thats not the point."
"What is the point, then?"
"You, or whoever sent you here, own me some silver."
"Silver?"
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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."
Phantom chuckles. "Go ahead, Yacatl."
"Okay... I am worried because I have permission to do a lot, so I might over step my bounds and do something wrong." They say, gently grabbing the trident. Hello?
Yacatl hears it humming some sea shanty, but it doesn't respond. "You found Wave, I see. Powerful trident, but it only speaks Aquan."
*Question. Is Cyatra in Phantom's lair rn? Because that would be funny.*
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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.
No difference
Phantom seems a bit confused, but tries to wake her gently.
Now awake from Nessa, she slaps the hand away "Hands off the wounds...."
Phantom backs off. "Look, I'm a healer. Just trying to help, miss." He says rather sharply, his deep green eyes narrowed.
"Healer of what type, exactly?"
*You already know what she sees if she switches to truesight, if she has it.*
"Cleric to Vatdarr, god of the military and order."
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"Don't make me dump them on you and your girlfriend" she threatened with a grin. Nicky sat besides her, staring at Ettor before licking ettor's hand.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Just don't get to close to his mouth, he may not have a neck, but he'll try to eat you. Just like he ate my arm."
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"Hm... You can survive that. Im on day 8." She slowly starts standing, her hair almost reaching all the way to the floor
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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!
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Soldaer pulls out of the hug, smiling. "I'm the Chosen of Eilistraee, so..." He chuckles slightly.
"It feels good to complain sometimes... When I founded the Silver Council, I didn't expect them to be so controlling..."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Okay... I am worried because I have permission to do a lot, so I might over step my bounds and do something wrong." They say, gently grabbing the trident. Hello?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Now awake from Nessa, she slaps the hand away "Hands off the wounds...."
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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!
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"Thats not the point."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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"What is the point, then?"
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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!
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"Ah yes, our chozen one" She says it with a very noble accent before giggling, "You were always so serious about it"
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"I'd think Poppy would be delighted to have a bunch of pups thrown on her."
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Yacatl hears it humming some sea shanty, but it doesn't respond. "You found Wave, I see. Powerful trident, but it only speaks Aquan."
Phantom backs off. "Look, I'm a healer. Just trying to help, miss." He says rather sharply, his deep green eyes narrowed.
"Healer of what type, exactly?"
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)
"You, or whoever sent you here, own me some silver."
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
*Little does she know that Soldaer is actually the crown prince...*
Soldaer laughs. "I was not! You know I enjoyed being with the rest of our people."
She chuckles "yes, she seems to be like that" Lore said "You picked a good one my friend, she's a keeper"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Silver?"
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)
*Question. Is Cyatra in Phantom's lair rn? Because that would be funny.*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*You already know what she sees if she switches to truesight, if she has it.*
"Cleric to Vatdarr, god of the military and order."