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"
"Let's just say I can't change to my true form because of size problems." Phantom replies cryptically, still ignoring the urges to destroy her.
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"
"Let's just say I can't change to my true form because of size problems." Phantom replies cryptically, still ignoring the urges to destroy her.
"Explain. Words are meant to convey meaning"
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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."
*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"
"Let's just say I can't change to my true form because of size problems." Phantom replies cryptically, still ignoring the urges to destroy her.
"Explain. Words are meant to convey meaning"
Phantom raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "Impatient, aren't we? Very well, I am Phantomizakell, Phantom-Aura Greatwyrm from Hyperia."
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"
"Let's just say I can't change to my true form because of size problems." Phantom replies cryptically, still ignoring the urges to destroy her.
"Explain. Words are meant to convey meaning"
Phantom raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "Impatient, aren't we? Very well, I am Phantomizakell, Phantom-Aura Greatwyrm from Hyperia."
"... Greatwyrm..... Its rare to see a dragon decide to serve a god.. Then again, dragons are rare in the caverns anyways"
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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."
*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"
"Let's just say I can't change to my true form because of size problems." Phantom replies cryptically, still ignoring the urges to destroy her.
"Explain. Words are meant to convey meaning"
Phantom raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "Impatient, aren't we? Very well, I am Phantomizakell, Phantom-Aura Greatwyrm from Hyperia."
"... Greatwyrm..... Its rare to see a dragon decide to serve a god.. Then again, dragons are rare in the caverns anyways"
Phantom chuckles. "Two gods, actually. I serve Vatdarr as a cleric, and I also am a follower of Bahamut. Anyways, I'm not form the Underdark, if that's what you mean. I live on the surface."
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"
"Let's just say I can't change to my true form because of size problems." Phantom replies cryptically, still ignoring the urges to destroy her.
"Explain. Words are meant to convey meaning"
Phantom raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "Impatient, aren't we? Very well, I am Phantomizakell, Phantom-Aura Greatwyrm from Hyperia."
"... Greatwyrm..... Its rare to see a dragon decide to serve a god.. Then again, dragons are rare in the caverns anyways"
Phantom chuckles. "Two gods, actually. I serve Vatdarr as a cleric, and I also am a follower of Bahamut. Anyways, I'm not form the Underdark, if that's what you mean. I live on the surface."
"Most dragons do.... Im from my worlds underdark, though. So its rare I see any."
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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..."
"I am sorry to hear that... I feel I am missing some context. Are you the lord of some nation?"
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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
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.
"Are they possessed or cursed or something?" They say, before adding, "Sorry if that was seen as disrespectful."
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The door swings open, and a Goliath walks in. He stands approximately 7'8, and is mostly muscle. A Winter wolf's pelt adorns his back, and a massive longbow is slung over one of his shoulders. A pair of ornate longswords are on his belt, which itself exudes powerful magic. Two rather large quivers filled with arrows are visible as well, one on his belt and the other on his back. His deep blue eyes scan the room before he makes his way over to the bar, ordering an ale.
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.
"Are they possessed or cursed or something?" They say, before adding, "Sorry if that was seen as disrespectful."
"No, just...they've been through a lot. She just came back from the dead via a Wish spell, and...seems a bit...changed."
The door swings open, and a Goliath walks in. He stands approximately 7'8, and is mostly muscle. A Winter wolf's pelt adorns his back, and a massive longbow is slung over one of his shoulders. A pair of ornate longswords are on his belt, which itself exudes powerful magic. Two rather large quivers filled with arrows are visible as well, one on his belt and the other on his back. His deep blue eyes scan the room before he makes his way over to the bar, ordering an ale.
Lysander walks over to them. "Hello, and who might you be?"
The flesh golem with the sword looks interested in the new commer
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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
The door swings open, and a Goliath walks in. He stands approximately 7'8, and is mostly muscle. A Winter wolf's pelt adorns his back, and a massive longbow is slung over one of his shoulders. A pair of ornate longswords are on his belt, which itself exudes powerful magic. Two rather large quivers filled with arrows are visible as well, one on his belt and the other on his back. His deep blue eyes scan the room before he makes his way over to the bar, ordering an ale.
Lysander walks over to them. "Hello, and who might you be?"
The flesh golem with the sword looks interested in the new commer
The goliath turns to Lysander. "The name's Tohono Oodam. Who might you be?" He replies in a deep, rumbling voice with a hint of an accent that's hard to place.
The door swings open, and a Goliath walks in. He stands approximately 7'8, and is mostly muscle. A Winter wolf's pelt adorns his back, and a massive longbow is slung over one of his shoulders. A pair of ornate longswords are on his belt, which itself exudes powerful magic. Two rather large quivers filled with arrows are visible as well, one on his belt and the other on his back. His deep blue eyes scan the room before he makes his way over to the bar, ordering an ale.
Lysander walks over to them. "Hello, and who might you be?"
The flesh golem with the sword looks interested in the new commer
The goliath turns to Lysander. "The name's Tohono Oodam. Who might you be?" He replies in a deep, rumbling voice with a hint of an accent that's hard to place.
"Lysander, the diviner. And I guess you are a warrior of renown?"
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"Are they possessed or cursed or something?" They say, before adding, "Sorry if that was seen as disrespectful."
"No, just...they've been through a lot. She just came back from the dead via a Wish spell, and...seems a bit...changed."
"I see. Coming back from the dead is a lot, to stop existing for a while... Anyway I may help?"
*Got monkey pawed?*
*Nah, worded it pretty well, just...apparently not quite well enough, somehow.*
Phantom chuckles. "How? She's rather violent, and, while I do still have a spare Wish scroll or two, I'd prefer saving those for after I've tried all other options."
The door swings open, and a Goliath walks in. He stands approximately 7'8, and is mostly muscle. A Winter wolf's pelt adorns his back, and a massive longbow is slung over one of his shoulders. A pair of ornate longswords are on his belt, which itself exudes powerful magic. Two rather large quivers filled with arrows are visible as well, one on his belt and the other on his back. His deep blue eyes scan the room before he makes his way over to the bar, ordering an ale.
Lysander walks over to them. "Hello, and who might you be?"
The flesh golem with the sword looks interested in the new commer
The goliath turns to Lysander. "The name's Tohono Oodam. Who might you be?" He replies in a deep, rumbling voice with a hint of an accent that's hard to place.
"Lysander, the diviner. And I guess you are a warrior of renown?"
Tohono chuckles. "Not called 'Ogrebane' without reason."
The door swings open, and a Goliath walks in. He stands approximately 7'8, and is mostly muscle. A Winter wolf's pelt adorns his back, and a massive longbow is slung over one of his shoulders. A pair of ornate longswords are on his belt, which itself exudes powerful magic. Two rather large quivers filled with arrows are visible as well, one on his belt and the other on his back. His deep blue eyes scan the room before he makes his way over to the bar, ordering an ale.
Lysander walks over to them. "Hello, and who might you be?"
The flesh golem with the sword looks interested in the new commer
The goliath turns to Lysander. "The name's Tohono Oodam. Who might you be?" He replies in a deep, rumbling voice with a hint of an accent that's hard to place.
"Lysander, the diviner. And I guess you are a warrior of renown?"
Tohono chuckles. "Not called 'Ogrebane' without reason."
"Ah, I enjoy people who slaughter the bastard children of Othea. How many do you think you have killed?"
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Let's just say I can't change to my true form because of size problems." Phantom replies cryptically, still ignoring the urges to destroy her.
"Explain. Words are meant to convey meaning"
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 raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "Impatient, aren't we? Very well, I am Phantomizakell, Phantom-Aura Greatwyrm from Hyperia."
"... Greatwyrm..... Its rare to see a dragon decide to serve a god.. Then again, dragons are rare in the caverns anyways"
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)
Phantom chuckles. "Two gods, actually. I serve Vatdarr as a cleric, and I also am a follower of Bahamut. Anyways, I'm not form the Underdark, if that's what you mean. I live on the surface."
"Most dragons do.... Im from my worlds underdark, though. So its rare I see any."
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)
Caelum is flying.
[slot open]
[slot soon to be filled]
I am about to have math... Gtg.
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.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Are they possessed or cursed or something?" They say, before adding, "Sorry if that was seen as disrespectful."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lysander is reading *and possible with Caelum*
Yacatl is with Phantom
Alecto is looking for Lysander
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The door swings open, and a Goliath walks in. He stands approximately 7'8, and is mostly muscle. A Winter wolf's pelt adorns his back, and a massive longbow is slung over one of his shoulders. A pair of ornate longswords are on his belt, which itself exudes powerful magic. Two rather large quivers filled with arrows are visible as well, one on his belt and the other on his back. His deep blue eyes scan the room before he makes his way over to the bar, ordering an ale.
"No, just...they've been through a lot. She just came back from the dead via a Wish spell, and...seems a bit...changed."
Lysander walks over to them. "Hello, and who might you be?"
The flesh golem with the sword looks interested in the new commer
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The goliath turns to Lysander. "The name's Tohono Oodam. Who might you be?" He replies in a deep, rumbling voice with a hint of an accent that's hard to place.
"I see. Coming back from the dead is a lot, to stop existing for a while... Anyway I may help?"
*Got monkey pawed?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Lysander, the diviner. And I guess you are a warrior of renown?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Nah, worded it pretty well, just...apparently not quite well enough, somehow.*
Phantom chuckles. "How? She's rather violent, and, while I do still have a spare Wish scroll or two, I'd prefer saving those for after I've tried all other options."
Tohono chuckles. "Not called 'Ogrebane' without reason."
"Ah, I enjoy people who slaughter the bastard children of Othea. How many do you think you have killed?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now