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."
*Most things dont have truesight.* "... Back away... Please"
Phantom backs away. "Fine. I just wanted to heal you, but fine."
"Your healing would fail... For multiple reasons, god servant"
Phantom smirks, pulling out a potion from a pouch on his belt. "Drink this then." he says, tossing it to her.
*Supreme Healing potion*
She looks at it a moment, before drinking. It seems to do next to nothing
*It wasn't made by him, just one he had bought or acquired by other means at some point.*
Phantom shrugs. "I'm Phantom. Who might you be?"
*Doesnt matter. For her, all healing sources are reduced to 1* "Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer. Or Zalara"
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Hello, little Tabaxi. It has been a long time since I've seen one of your kind.
Well I wasn't born a Tabaxi, but never mind... Um... So your wave?
Yes, I am. Wave, Trident and weapon for those who'd serve the sea, and those who control it.
"Or do you not want to tell me?" He says to the dragon
Cool... Have any insights into your making perchance?
*Wave is a legendary weapon, one-of-a-kind.*
Phantom chuckles. "As long as you don't steal anything, and don't go into the guest room right now, you're fine."
I was forged by a family of Storm Giants on a remote island that even I don't know where it is.
*Understood*
"Can you show me where the guest room is so I don't go in?"
I see... do you remember your creation? Like, what metals you were made from?
Phantom nods. "When you're done here, sure."
Not really.
"Okay... I think I am."
Okay... um... Thank you for the chat. Yacatl says, before carefully setting Wave back
Farewell, odd Tabaxi.
Phantom nods. "Ok then." He waits for Yacatl to leave before leaving the Armory himself, hitting another series of stones rapid-fire, closing the entrance.
*Stop please. Maybe people just dont want to respond. Give it up instead of reposting an unstarted interaction pls*
*Just wanted to confirm that no one was in the main room*
A flesh golem wielding a sword of black iron walks in and shoots lighting bolts around. Of course, since no one is inside the main, it doesn't hit anyone
*This is why I asked you to stop beforehand. Its annoying and rude. If people dont respond, post what your characters are doing, and leave it be*
*I am confused how exactly it is, but sure. I will needed to have proof that no one was in the main room*
*Youve done this before. You know that theres always someone downstairs. And you always make a sarcastic comment afterwards like 'well why didnt say they were down there?'*
*If there was someone downstairs then they would post so. I am not hurting anyone, I am not hurting rp.*
*Stop please. Maybe people just dont want to respond. Give it up instead of reposting an unstarted interaction pls*
*Just wanted to confirm that no one was in the main room*
A flesh golem wielding a sword of black iron walks in and shoots lighting bolts around. Of course, since no one is inside the main, it doesn't hit anyone
*This is why I asked you to stop beforehand. Its annoying and rude. If people dont respond, post what your characters are doing, and leave it be*
*I am confused how exactly it is, but sure. I will needed to have proof that no one was in the main room*
*Youve done this before. You know that theres always someone downstairs. And you always make a sarcastic comment afterwards like 'well why didnt say they were down there?'*
*If there was someone downstairs then they would post so. I am not hurting anyone, I am not hurting rp.*
*I have someone downstairs. I hadnt posted that till now. Its obvious people are downstairs.*
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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)
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."
*Most things dont have truesight.* "... Back away... Please"
Phantom backs away. "Fine. I just wanted to heal you, but fine."
"Your healing would fail... For multiple reasons, god servant"
Phantom smirks, pulling out a potion from a pouch on his belt. "Drink this then." he says, tossing it to her.
*Supreme Healing potion*
She looks at it a moment, before drinking. It seems to do next to nothing
*It wasn't made by him, just one he had bought or acquired by other means at some point.*
Phantom shrugs. "I'm Phantom. Who might you be?"
*Doesnt matter. For her, all healing sources are reduced to 1* "Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer. Or Zalara"
Phantom chuckles. "Well, Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer, welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World."
Hello, little Tabaxi. It has been a long time since I've seen one of your kind.
Well I wasn't born a Tabaxi, but never mind... Um... So your wave?
Yes, I am. Wave, Trident and weapon for those who'd serve the sea, and those who control it.
"Or do you not want to tell me?" He says to the dragon
Cool... Have any insights into your making perchance?
*Wave is a legendary weapon, one-of-a-kind.*
Phantom chuckles. "As long as you don't steal anything, and don't go into the guest room right now, you're fine."
I was forged by a family of Storm Giants on a remote island that even I don't know where it is.
*Understood*
"Can you show me where the guest room is so I don't go in?"
I see... do you remember your creation? Like, what metals you were made from?
Phantom nods. "When you're done here, sure."
Not really.
"Okay... I think I am."
Okay... um... Thank you for the chat. Yacatl says, before carefully setting Wave back
Farewell, odd Tabaxi.
Phantom nods. "Ok then." He waits for Yacatl to leave before leaving the Armory himself, hitting another series of stones rapid-fire, closing the entrance.
Yacatl follows. "Also, for payment... what would you like me to make?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Stop please. Maybe people just dont want to respond. Give it up instead of reposting an unstarted interaction pls*
*Just wanted to confirm that no one was in the main room*
A flesh golem wielding a sword of black iron walks in and shoots lighting bolts around. Of course, since no one is inside the main, it doesn't hit anyone
*This is why I asked you to stop beforehand. Its annoying and rude. If people dont respond, post what your characters are doing, and leave it be*
*I am confused how exactly it is, but sure. I will needed to have proof that no one was in the main room*
*Youve done this before. You know that theres always someone downstairs. And you always make a sarcastic comment afterwards like 'well why didnt say they were down there?'*
*If there was someone downstairs then they would post so. I am not hurting anyone, I am not hurting rp.*
*Stop please. Maybe people just dont want to respond. Give it up instead of reposting an unstarted interaction pls*
*Just wanted to confirm that no one was in the main room*
A flesh golem wielding a sword of black iron walks in and shoots lighting bolts around. Of course, since no one is inside the main, it doesn't hit anyone
*This is why I asked you to stop beforehand. Its annoying and rude. If people dont respond, post what your characters are doing, and leave it be*
*I am confused how exactly it is, but sure. I will needed to have proof that no one was in the main room*
*Youve done this before. You know that theres always someone downstairs. And you always make a sarcastic comment afterwards like 'well why didnt say they were down there?'*
*If there was someone downstairs then they would post so. I am not hurting anyone, I am not hurting rp.*
*I have someone downstairs. I hadnt posted that till now. Its obvious people are downstairs.*
*One would believe so, but then you post and they are actually in their room or outside or something else. Anyway, I am sorry that I offended you*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
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."
*Most things dont have truesight.* "... Back away... Please"
Phantom backs away. "Fine. I just wanted to heal you, but fine."
"Your healing would fail... For multiple reasons, god servant"
Phantom smirks, pulling out a potion from a pouch on his belt. "Drink this then." he says, tossing it to her.
*Supreme Healing potion*
She looks at it a moment, before drinking. It seems to do next to nothing
*It wasn't made by him, just one he had bought or acquired by other means at some point.*
Phantom shrugs. "I'm Phantom. Who might you be?"
*Doesnt matter. For her, all healing sources are reduced to 1* "Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer. Or Zalara"
Phantom chuckles. "Well, Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer, welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World."
"... Welcome? You... Are actually a cleric, right? You werent lying about that?" She seems suspicious, and almost confused. The wrong and must die urging continues
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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)
*Stop please. Maybe people just dont want to respond. Give it up instead of reposting an unstarted interaction pls*
*Just wanted to confirm that no one was in the main room*
A flesh golem wielding a sword of black iron walks in and shoots lighting bolts around. Of course, since no one is inside the main, it doesn't hit anyone
*This is why I asked you to stop beforehand. Its annoying and rude. If people dont respond, post what your characters are doing, and leave it be*
*I am confused how exactly it is, but sure. I will needed to have proof that no one was in the main room*
*Youve done this before. You know that theres always someone downstairs. And you always make a sarcastic comment afterwards like 'well why didnt say they were down there?'*
*If there was someone downstairs then they would post so. I am not hurting anyone, I am not hurting rp.*
*Stop please. Maybe people just dont want to respond. Give it up instead of reposting an unstarted interaction pls*
*Just wanted to confirm that no one was in the main room*
A flesh golem wielding a sword of black iron walks in and shoots lighting bolts around. Of course, since no one is inside the main, it doesn't hit anyone
*This is why I asked you to stop beforehand. Its annoying and rude. If people dont respond, post what your characters are doing, and leave it be*
*I am confused how exactly it is, but sure. I will needed to have proof that no one was in the main room*
*Youve done this before. You know that theres always someone downstairs. And you always make a sarcastic comment afterwards like 'well why didnt say they were down there?'*
*If there was someone downstairs then they would post so. I am not hurting anyone, I am not hurting rp.*
*I have someone downstairs. I hadnt posted that till now. Its obvious people are downstairs.*
*One would believe so, but then you post and they are actually in their room or outside or something else. Anyway, I am sorry that I offended you*
*could everyone settle down? I'm sure we're all tired.*
Hello, little Tabaxi. It has been a long time since I've seen one of your kind.
Well I wasn't born a Tabaxi, but never mind... Um... So your wave?
Yes, I am. Wave, Trident and weapon for those who'd serve the sea, and those who control it.
"Or do you not want to tell me?" He says to the dragon
Cool... Have any insights into your making perchance?
*Wave is a legendary weapon, one-of-a-kind.*
Phantom chuckles. "As long as you don't steal anything, and don't go into the guest room right now, you're fine."
I was forged by a family of Storm Giants on a remote island that even I don't know where it is.
*Understood*
"Can you show me where the guest room is so I don't go in?"
I see... do you remember your creation? Like, what metals you were made from?
Phantom nods. "When you're done here, sure."
Not really.
"Okay... I think I am."
Okay... um... Thank you for the chat. Yacatl says, before carefully setting Wave back
Farewell, odd Tabaxi.
Phantom nods. "Ok then." He waits for Yacatl to leave before leaving the Armory himself, hitting another series of stones rapid-fire, closing the entrance.
Yacatl follows. "Also, for payment... what would you like me to make?"
Phantom laughs. "I have no need for anything, Yacatl. My hoard is extensive, and you haven't even seen the most impressive part of it yet. In addition, I'm getting married in a few days to Caelum, a Silver who has a massive hoard of her own." He leads Yacatl back to the main chamber, and down yet another corridor, eventually stopping before a short tunnel with a pair of normal sized ornate oak doors at the end. "That's the guest room. For your safety, don't go in there. A friend of my fiancé is in there, and she's rather...angry right now." as if to emphasize this, there's a very loud CRASH! against the doors as something is thrown against them. Phantom seems to wince at that.
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."
*Two nobles, chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart cause thats how spaces work in dnd 5e*
"Yeah, i'm just teasing ya." She nudges him
*ROFL.*
Soldaer laughs. "I know." He sighs. "There's so much we need to catch up on, Etheaonia. I happen to have some good drinks up in my room if you'd be interested in catching up." he says with a smile.
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."
*Most things dont have truesight.* "... Back away... Please"
Phantom backs away. "Fine. I just wanted to heal you, but fine."
"Your healing would fail... For multiple reasons, god servant"
Phantom smirks, pulling out a potion from a pouch on his belt. "Drink this then." he says, tossing it to her.
*Supreme Healing potion*
She looks at it a moment, before drinking. It seems to do next to nothing
*It wasn't made by him, just one he had bought or acquired by other means at some point.*
Phantom shrugs. "I'm Phantom. Who might you be?"
*Doesnt matter. For her, all healing sources are reduced to 1* "Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer. Or Zalara"
Phantom chuckles. "Well, Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer, welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World."
"... Welcome? You... Are actually a cleric, right? You werent lying about that?" She seems suspicious, and almost confused. The wrong and must die urging continues
Phantom nods, ignoring the urge, although the struggle starts to show itself a little. "Yes, I am."
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."
*Most things dont have truesight.* "... Back away... Please"
Phantom backs away. "Fine. I just wanted to heal you, but fine."
"Your healing would fail... For multiple reasons, god servant"
Phantom smirks, pulling out a potion from a pouch on his belt. "Drink this then." he says, tossing it to her.
*Supreme Healing potion*
She looks at it a moment, before drinking. It seems to do next to nothing
*It wasn't made by him, just one he had bought or acquired by other means at some point.*
Phantom shrugs. "I'm Phantom. Who might you be?"
*Doesnt matter. For her, all healing sources are reduced to 1* "Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer. Or Zalara"
Phantom chuckles. "Well, Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer, welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World."
"... Welcome? You... Are actually a cleric, right? You werent lying about that?" She seems suspicious, and almost confused. The wrong and must die urging continues
Phantom nods, ignoring the urge, although the struggle starts to show itself a little. "Yes, I am."
"And.. Yet you still choose to welcome? Strange..."
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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)
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."
*Two nobles, chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart cause thats how spaces work in dnd 5e*
"Yeah, i'm just teasing ya." She nudges him
*ROFL.*
Soldaer laughs. "I know." He sighs. "There's so much we need to catch up on, Etheaonia. I happen to have some good drinks up in my room if you'd be interested in catching up." he says with a smile.
"Oh i would love a drink right now" SHe nods
Soldaer smiles, and takes her hand, weaving his way to the stairs, and leading her up them. Eventually, he stops before a seemingly plain section of wall that swings open, revealing his room.
The entire room seems to have been carved, no, grown from the inside of a massive birch tree. There's an open balcony to the outside (or at least, what appears to be outside) revealing a massive forest with a multitude of other trees, many of which have similar "houses" grown out of them. A specially treated (both chemically and magically) and grown section of the room along the left wall serves as a fireplace and mantle. Above the mantle are the heads of several different creatures: a couple owlbears, a wyvern, a small purple worm, and, most noticeable of all, a Green Dragon. On the mantle are various small items, including a few books. The walls on either side of the door are lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that seem to be a part of the tree themselves. In the middle of the right wall is a large and ornate bed. At the foot of the bed is an extremely ornate, and obviously locked, trunk. At the corner where the right wall meets the wall with the door in it, there's a small cubby with glass-covered pantries in it. Those pantries are filled with a variety of different bottles and glasses. On either side of the bed is a table with drawers, which also seems to be grown from the tree. Between the bed and the balcony is a large desk and chair.
"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."
*sorry was looking for it but couldn't find it*
"Yeah I'm not sure how the gods & upper planes work here, *sigh*" he stretches & puts down the rag, sitting down in a nearby chair, "I'd by you a room but I'm out of money on these, I really need to get that job now, so I hope you can hold yourself for a few."
*No problem*
"I'm out of money as well. Do you know anywhere I could stay?"
He opens his mouth to talk but closes it, thinking for a sec, "My, room? Yeah I guess I could, hmm, ill figure it out but yeah, let me show you were you can rest." He gets up & starts leading him to his room.
Barachiel smiles a little. "You're too generous." He follows him to his room.
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.
*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."
*Most things dont have truesight.* "... Back away... Please"
Phantom backs away. "Fine. I just wanted to heal you, but fine."
"Your healing would fail... For multiple reasons, god servant"
Phantom smirks, pulling out a potion from a pouch on his belt. "Drink this then." he says, tossing it to her.
*Supreme Healing potion*
She looks at it a moment, before drinking. It seems to do next to nothing
*It wasn't made by him, just one he had bought or acquired by other means at some point.*
Phantom shrugs. "I'm Phantom. Who might you be?"
*Doesnt matter. For her, all healing sources are reduced to 1* "Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer. Or Zalara"
Phantom chuckles. "Well, Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer, welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World."
"... Welcome? You... Are actually a cleric, right? You werent lying about that?" She seems suspicious, and almost confused. The wrong and must die urging continues
Phantom nods, ignoring the urge, although the struggle starts to show itself a little. "Yes, I am."
"And.. Yet you still choose to welcome? Strange..."
"I'm a polite cleric." He says with a chuckle. Besides, I am exactly as I appear. I am definitely a cleric, but not truly a moon elf. He says telepathically
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."
*Most things dont have truesight.* "... Back away... Please"
Phantom backs away. "Fine. I just wanted to heal you, but fine."
"Your healing would fail... For multiple reasons, god servant"
Phantom smirks, pulling out a potion from a pouch on his belt. "Drink this then." he says, tossing it to her.
*Supreme Healing potion*
She looks at it a moment, before drinking. It seems to do next to nothing
*It wasn't made by him, just one he had bought or acquired by other means at some point.*
Phantom shrugs. "I'm Phantom. Who might you be?"
*Doesnt matter. For her, all healing sources are reduced to 1* "Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer. Or Zalara"
Phantom chuckles. "Well, Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer, welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World."
"... Welcome? You... Are actually a cleric, right? You werent lying about that?" She seems suspicious, and almost confused. The wrong and must die urging continues
Phantom nods, ignoring the urge, although the struggle starts to show itself a little. "Yes, I am."
"And.. Yet you still choose to welcome? Strange..."
"I'm a polite cleric." He says with a chuckle. Besides, I am exactly as I appear. I am definitely a cleric, but not truly a moon elf. He says telepathically
"Out of my head. What are you, then? Certainly not forsaken"
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*Doesnt matter. For her, all healing sources are reduced to 1* "Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer. Or Zalara"
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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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Farewell, odd Tabaxi.
Phantom nods. "Ok then." He waits for Yacatl to leave before leaving the Armory himself, hitting another series of stones rapid-fire, closing the entrance.
*I have someone downstairs. I hadnt posted that till now. Its obvious people are downstairs.*
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!
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Phantom chuckles. "Well, Galtimmaravilanasorcantar the Sparer, welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World."
Yacatl follows. "Also, for payment... what would you like me to make?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*One would believe so, but then you post and they are actually in their room or outside or something else. Anyway, I am sorry that I offended you*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"... Welcome? You... Are actually a cleric, right? You werent lying about that?" She seems suspicious, and almost confused. The wrong and must die urging continues
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!
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*GTG*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*could everyone settle down? I'm sure we're all tired.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Phantom laughs. "I have no need for anything, Yacatl. My hoard is extensive, and you haven't even seen the most impressive part of it yet. In addition, I'm getting married in a few days to Caelum, a Silver who has a massive hoard of her own." He leads Yacatl back to the main chamber, and down yet another corridor, eventually stopping before a short tunnel with a pair of normal sized ornate oak doors at the end. "That's the guest room. For your safety, don't go in there. A friend of my fiancé is in there, and she's rather...angry right now." as if to emphasize this, there's a very loud CRASH! against the doors as something is thrown against them. Phantom seems to wince at that.
"Oh i would love a drink right now" SHe nods
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 nods, ignoring the urge, although the struggle starts to show itself a little. "Yes, I am."
"And.. Yet you still choose to welcome? Strange..."
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!
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Soldaer smiles, and takes her hand, weaving his way to the stairs, and leading her up them. Eventually, he stops before a seemingly plain section of wall that swings open, revealing his room.
The entire room seems to have been carved, no, grown from the inside of a massive birch tree. There's an open balcony to the outside (or at least, what appears to be outside) revealing a massive forest with a multitude of other trees, many of which have similar "houses" grown out of them. A specially treated (both chemically and magically) and grown section of the room along the left wall serves as a fireplace and mantle. Above the mantle are the heads of several different creatures: a couple owlbears, a wyvern, a small purple worm, and, most noticeable of all, a Green Dragon. On the mantle are various small items, including a few books. The walls on either side of the door are lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that seem to be a part of the tree themselves. In the middle of the right wall is a large and ornate bed. At the foot of the bed is an extremely ornate, and obviously locked, trunk. At the corner where the right wall meets the wall with the door in it, there's a small cubby with glass-covered pantries in it. Those pantries are filled with a variety of different bottles and glasses. On either side of the bed is a table with drawers, which also seems to be grown from the tree. Between the bed and the balcony is a large desk and chair.
*I'm hopping off, I'll be on tomorrow.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Barachiel smiles a little. "You're too generous." He follows him to his room.
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(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I'm a polite cleric." He says with a chuckle. Besides, I am exactly as I appear. I am definitely a cleric, but not truly a moon elf. He says telepathically
*Heh heh. All part of my master plan. Everything shall be canon in my world that happens here...*
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.
*Scared player noises...*
*Same for me though... heheheh....*
"Out of my head. What are you, then? Certainly not forsaken"
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)