Stroth was inside, He was watching maps, that were held up by invisible forces, circle around him while trying to figure how the ingredients he needed were being stolen from their spots in the world. He rubbed his eyes, he had been awake all night and had not one spot of rest. The places had no meaning, no specialties, they were just places in the world. He unstuck a ruby pin that was stuck in one of the maps and sighed, messing with it.
Lore sat outside. She was in the middle of a field of yellow wildflowers with her dogs who ran around, nipping at bugs in the air around them. Lore had two ethereal books open besides her, floating in mid air. She sipped tea while reading them carefully as a form of a ethereal centaur made of metal appeared besides her. The two seemed to speak to each other in some sort of language. (Anyone who comes to her is in stealth mode because she doesn't notice them)
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Valian knocks on Atemos's door, if he's not there he goes around looking for him.
Atemos opens the door. “Need something?”
"uhh, yeah, so appearantly a planetar fell like about an hour ago, I helped them, they were badly injured, & I had to use the rest of my money on some food & bandages for him, He needs a place to sleep so he's using my room until I get that job I need & have money, know where I can stay?"
“You can stay in here if you want? I have a house somewhere else anyway. And I mostly like sleeping on the roof.” Atemos smiled apologetically. “I might have to clean up first though.”
"t-uh, thanks, I'll just need to spend the nights until I got money. We'll that's sorted,"
Barachiel makes sure the kitten doesn't pull any feathers out.
Why are they so bloody..?
I'm assuming a punishment.
For what?
I don't remember.
Oh… sorry. The kitten curls up on his head. Do you have a given name?
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Valian knocks on Atemos's door, if he's not there he goes around looking for him.
Atemos opens the door. “Need something?”
"uhh, yeah, so appearantly a planetar fell like about an hour ago, I helped them, they were badly injured, & I had to use the rest of my money on some food & bandages for him, He needs a place to sleep so he's using my room until I get that job I need & have money, know where I can stay?"
“You can stay in here if you want? I have a house somewhere else anyway. And I mostly like sleeping on the roof.” Atemos smiled apologetically. “I might have to clean up first though.”
"t-uh, thanks, I'll just need to spend the nights until I got money. We'll that's sorted,"
“Need any help? I’ve unfortunately dealt with a lot of fallen planetars in my lifetime…”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Stroth was inside, He was watching maps, that were held up by invisible forces, circle around him while trying to figure how the ingredients he needed were being stolen from their spots in the world. He rubbed his eyes, he had been awake all night and had not one spot of rest. The places had no meaning, no specialties, they were just places in the world. He unstuck a ruby pin that was stuck in one of the maps and sighed, messing with it.
Lore sat outside. She was in the middle of a field of yellow wildflowers with her dogs who ran around, nipping at bugs in the air around them. Lore had two ethereal books open besides her, floating in mid air. She sipped tea while reading them carefully as a form of a ethereal centaur made of metal appeared besides her. The two seemed to speak to each other in some sort of language. (Anyone who comes to her is in stealth mode because she doesn't notice them)
Stroth was inside, He was watching maps, that were held up by invisible forces, circle around him while trying to figure how the ingredients he needed were being stolen from their spots in the world. He rubbed his eyes, he had been awake all night and had not one spot of rest. The places had no meaning, no specialties, they were just places in the world. He unstuck a ruby pin that was stuck in one of the maps and sighed, messing with it.
Lore sat outside. She was in the middle of a field of yellow wildflowers with her dogs who ran around, nipping at bugs in the air around them. Lore had two ethereal books open besides her, floating in mid air. She sipped tea while reading them carefully as a form of a ethereal centaur made of metal appeared besides her. The two seemed to speak to each other in some sort of language. (Anyone who comes to her is in stealth mode because she doesn't notice them)
*Even an ethereal being?*
*The centaur is a form of genesis, The books are tangible objects of her own knowledge*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Valian knocks on Atemos's door, if he's not there he goes around looking for him.
Atemos opens the door. “Need something?”
"uhh, yeah, so appearantly a planetar fell like about an hour ago, I helped them, they were badly injured, & I had to use the rest of my money on some food & bandages for him, He needs a place to sleep so he's using my room until I get that job I need & have money, know where I can stay?"
“You can stay in here if you want? I have a house somewhere else anyway. And I mostly like sleeping on the roof.” Atemos smiled apologetically. “I might have to clean up first though.”
"t-uh, thanks, I'll just need to spend the nights until I got money. We'll that's sorted,"
“Need any help? I’ve unfortunately dealt with a lot of fallen planetars in my lifetime…”
"That doesn't sound good, but uh, he seems fine, just like no memory of what his life was before, His name is Barachiel, I don't know where he is but you could always check my room, tell him your a friend of mine if you do decide to talk to 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.
"That doesn't sound good, but uh, he seems fine, just like no memory of what his life was before, His name is Barachiel, I don't know where he is but you could always check my room, tell him your a friend of mine if you do decide to talk to him."
Atemos nodded. “I’ll leave you to settle in the room for now. Just push all my stuff to the corner.”
Atemos walks over to Valian’s room and knocks.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Stroth was inside, He was watching maps, that were held up by invisible forces, circle around him while trying to figure how the ingredients he needed were being stolen from their spots in the world. He rubbed his eyes, he had been awake all night and had not one spot of rest. The places had no meaning, no specialties, they were just places in the world. He unstuck a ruby pin that was stuck in one of the maps and sighed, messing with it.
Lore sat outside. She was in the middle of a field of yellow wildflowers with her dogs who ran around, nipping at bugs in the air around them. Lore had two ethereal books open besides her, floating in mid air. She sipped tea while reading them carefully as a form of a ethereal centaur made of metal appeared besides her. The two seemed to speak to each other in some sort of language. (Anyone who comes to her is in stealth mode because she doesn't notice them)
*Even an ethereal being?*
*The centaur is a form of genesis, The books are tangible objects of her own knowledge*
And another book in the distance is floating around a ghost, one of a wood elf wearing a really old design of a Bard outfit, floating horizontally towards Lore's relative location.
Barachiel makes sure the kitten doesn't pull any feathers out.
Why are they so bloody..?
I'm assuming a punishment.
For what?
I don't remember.
Oh… sorry. The kitten curls up on his head. Do you have a given name?
You can call me Barachiel.
Hmm… you can call me… the kitten looks around and sees the bowl it was trapped in before. Bowl.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"That doesn't sound good, but uh, he seems fine, just like no memory of what his life was before, His name is Barachiel, I don't know where he is but you could always check my room, tell him your a friend of mine if you do decide to talk to him."
Atemos nodded. “I’ll leave you to settle in the room for now. Just push all my stuff to the corner.”
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.
"That doesn't sound good, but uh, he seems fine, just like no memory of what his life was before, His name is Barachiel, I don't know where he is but you could always check my room, tell him your a friend of mine if you do decide to talk to him."
Atemos nodded. “I’ll leave you to settle in the room for now. Just push all my stuff to the corner.”
Atemos walks over to Valian’s room and knocks.
He just clears an area to put two bean bags next to each other, if there's only one he moves it by the punching bag.
"That doesn't sound good, but uh, he seems fine, just like no memory of what his life was before, His name is Barachiel, I don't know where he is but you could always check my room, tell him your a friend of mine if you do decide to talk to him."
Atemos nodded. “I’ll leave you to settle in the room for now. Just push all my stuff to the corner.”
Atemos walks over to Valian’s room and knocks.
No one answers.
*Barachiel is downstairs.*
Atemos goes downstairs. “Barachiel?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"That doesn't sound good, but uh, he seems fine, just like no memory of what his life was before, His name is Barachiel, I don't know where he is but you could always check my room, tell him your a friend of mine if you do decide to talk to him."
Atemos nodded. “I’ll leave you to settle in the room for now. Just push all my stuff to the corner.”
Atemos walks over to Valian’s room and knocks.
He just clears an area to put two bean bags next to each other, if there's only one he moves it by the punching bag.
The remains of the punching bag are in the corner next to some books. One is in Abyssal script and the others look like medical textbooks.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"That doesn't sound good, but uh, he seems fine, just like no memory of what his life was before, His name is Barachiel, I don't know where he is but you could always check my room, tell him your a friend of mine if you do decide to talk to him."
Atemos nodded. “I’ll leave you to settle in the room for now. Just push all my stuff to the corner.”
Atemos walks over to Valian’s room and knocks.
He just clears an area to put two bean bags next to each other, if there's only one he moves it by the punching bag.
The remains of the punching bag are in the corner next to some books. One is in Abyssal script and the others look like medical textbooks.
He takes a closer look at the medical one "Whats this?"
Stroth was inside, He was watching maps, that were held up by invisible forces, circle around him while trying to figure how the ingredients he needed were being stolen from their spots in the world. He rubbed his eyes, he had been awake all night and had not one spot of rest. The places had no meaning, no specialties, they were just places in the world. He unstuck a ruby pin that was stuck in one of the maps and sighed, messing with it.
Lore sat outside. She was in the middle of a field of yellow wildflowers with her dogs who ran around, nipping at bugs in the air around them. Lore had two ethereal books open besides her, floating in mid air. She sipped tea while reading them carefully as a form of a ethereal centaur made of metal appeared besides her. The two seemed to speak to each other in some sort of language. (Anyone who comes to her is in stealth mode because she doesn't notice them)
*Even an ethereal being?*
*The centaur is a form of genesis, The books are tangible objects of her own knowledge*
And another book in the distance is floating around a ghost, one of a wood elf wearing a really old design of a Bard outfit, floating horizontally towards Lore's relative location.
the centaur-thing turns its head and narrows its golden pinpoint like eyes. It informs Lore of this as she turns her head to see.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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Stroth was inside, He was watching maps, that were held up by invisible forces, circle around him while trying to figure how the ingredients he needed were being stolen from their spots in the world. He rubbed his eyes, he had been awake all night and had not one spot of rest. The places had no meaning, no specialties, they were just places in the world. He unstuck a ruby pin that was stuck in one of the maps and sighed, messing with it.
Lore sat outside. She was in the middle of a field of yellow wildflowers with her dogs who ran around, nipping at bugs in the air around them. Lore had two ethereal books open besides her, floating in mid air. She sipped tea while reading them carefully as a form of a ethereal centaur made of metal appeared besides her. The two seemed to speak to each other in some sort of language. (Anyone who comes to her is in stealth mode because she doesn't notice them)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No, I'm unable to perform magic."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
I don't remember.
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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.
Someone has my sister… I need to find him.
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making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"t-uh, thanks, I'll just need to spend the nights until I got money. We'll that's sorted,"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Oh… sorry. The kitten curls up on his head. Do you have a given name?
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Need any help? I’ve unfortunately dealt with a lot of fallen planetars in my lifetime…”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Even an ethereal being?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*The centaur is a form of genesis, The books are tangible objects of her own knowledge*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That doesn't sound good, but uh, he seems fine, just like no memory of what his life was before, His name is Barachiel, I don't know where he is but you could always check my room, tell him your a friend of mine if you do decide to talk to him."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
You can call me Barachiel.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Atemos nodded. “I’ll leave you to settle in the room for now. Just push all my stuff to the corner.”
Atemos walks over to Valian’s room and knocks.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
And another book in the distance is floating around a ghost, one of a wood elf wearing a really old design of a Bard outfit, floating horizontally towards Lore's relative location.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Hmm… you can call me… the kitten looks around and sees the bowl it was trapped in before. Bowl.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
No one answers.
*Barachiel is downstairs.*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
He just clears an area to put two bean bags next to each other, if there's only one he moves it by the punching bag.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Atemos goes downstairs. “Barachiel?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The remains of the punching bag are in the corner next to some books. One is in Abyssal script and the others look like medical textbooks.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He takes a closer look at the medical one "Whats this?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
the centaur-thing turns its head and narrows its golden pinpoint like eyes. It informs Lore of this as she turns her head to see.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]