She chuckles "Pleasure to meet you, this is Genesis-" she said and turned seeing the centaur was gone "awww, he so skittish of others"
He chuckles back, moving to a position like he's resting against a wall, "So what's that building here?"
"A tavern" she said and chuckled "your not from around here hm?"
"No I'm from. . ." He stops and 'falls' as he thinks, before floating back up like he laying on his stomach "I actually forgot but yeah not from here."
She chuckles "You ok there buddy?"
"hm? oh yes I'm just moving around." He leans back, legs crossed & arm behind his head.
"Do want any tea?" she asked "Join me for a tea party with my dogs"
"I'll try my best to drink, but I don't think the whole no body thing will bode well for that." He says shoving his free hand through his stomach.
"Oh!" she said and tilted her head "Your not a ghost.... what are you?"
"No I'm a ghost alright." He spun around in the air.
"How did you die?" she asked, sitting down and a picnic blanket that appeared out of nowhere.
He lifts up a little frilly bit on his shirt *you know what I'm talking about right? like those things on theatre shirts?* to show a thin stab wound straight the the heart. "Rapier in the heart, played a mocking song at the wrong place, was quite surprised because that was the first time my mischief was really punished. But anyways, what do you do?" He let's go & floats down just above the ground near the blanket.
"Quite sorry to hear that" she said, her voice laced with sympathy. "Im a warlock for the god Genesis"
"Like the bull I saw earlier?" He says turning onto his back.
"genesis takes the form of a metal centaur but more or less yes" she said
"Hmm, well I'm going to go do something, pleasure meeting you Lore!"
"The kingdom is FernsWood in the land of Ealayreth. You would be?"
"Acvomalia of Sogel. Though I prefer going by Malia"
"General is all that's needed. So why are you here?"
"A portal appeared near where I was. I decided it was a good time to explore"
"I was sent to investigate said portals, the sire didn't want them to be known so he sent me."
"I think theyre best left mysterious. Mysteries are always more fun to personally explore"
"But then there's nothing you know you can do about it, which is not wanted as it can cause panic & danger if you leave it." *As if it wasn't clear enough they're very military in the way they are.*
"Then let there be nothing done. Excitement comes from dangers, sometimes"
"So does death, you cannot let there be risks to a kingdom just for some excitement."
"Things will always be at risk. Theres no way to prevent that"
"Are you questioning King Sirithal's reasoning?"
"Yes, I am. Do you plan on harming an heir for disagreeing with your king? A small difference in ideals? Thatd be an act of war, you realize?"
"I know how politics work, I never once mentioned harm to anyone."
"You seemed offended. For a simple question in reasoning. Thats not usually something peaceful people would be offended over"
He keeps the same relatively monotone calm voice throughout the talk "T'is a simple question, can they not be asked out of curiosity?"
"Not usually, no."
"Well I suppose this situation is, unusual."
"Thats fairly obvious. Portals ae always unusual. Theres so many kinds"
"Yes, indeed they are," They say, still same tone but glad to change the topic.
"I still think they shuld be left alone. Discovery and learning comes through exploration of something."
"Well, I'd stay to chat, but I first only came to see if anything was wrong, there isn't. So I will be on my way." They bow.
She does a curtsey back "Stay safe, general"
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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)
"The kingdom is FernsWood in the land of Ealayreth. You would be?"
"Acvomalia of Sogel. Though I prefer going by Malia"
"General is all that's needed. So why are you here?"
"A portal appeared near where I was. I decided it was a good time to explore"
"I was sent to investigate said portals, the sire didn't want them to be known so he sent me."
"I think theyre best left mysterious. Mysteries are always more fun to personally explore"
"But then there's nothing you know you can do about it, which is not wanted as it can cause panic & danger if you leave it." *As if it wasn't clear enough they're very military in the way they are.*
"Then let there be nothing done. Excitement comes from dangers, sometimes"
"So does death, you cannot let there be risks to a kingdom just for some excitement."
"Things will always be at risk. Theres no way to prevent that"
"Are you questioning King Sirithal's reasoning?"
"Yes, I am. Do you plan on harming an heir for disagreeing with your king? A small difference in ideals? Thatd be an act of war, you realize?"
"I know how politics work, I never once mentioned harm to anyone."
"You seemed offended. For a simple question in reasoning. Thats not usually something peaceful people would be offended over"
He keeps the same relatively monotone calm voice throughout the talk "T'is a simple question, can they not be asked out of curiosity?"
"Not usually, no."
"Well I suppose this situation is, unusual."
"Thats fairly obvious. Portals ae always unusual. Theres so many kinds"
"Yes, indeed they are," They say, still same tone but glad to change the topic.
"I still think they shuld be left alone. Discovery and learning comes through exploration of something."
"Well, I'd stay to chat, but I first only came to see if anything was wrong, there isn't. So I will be on my way." They bow.
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."
Elendon is on the roof, talking to the spectral image of a dragon.
Tohono is at the bar.
He hears the sound of something feral tearing through flesh & meat.
He quickly seems to vanish in the shadows, pulling out his longbow as he does so, and follows the sounds.
He sees the figure of Rāxern tearing into a deer corpse with his teeth *you know him? as in description.*
*Nope.*
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and he raises his longbow.
*FYI, He's currently invisible courtesy of Gloomstalker's 'Dread Ambusher.'*
*I thought it was yazrin, also here sorry had difficulty copying his intro post, he's a Tanar'ri demon from my homebrew world so his appearance described is his true form*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
He continues eating it.
*It is Yazrin, brain no work because no sleep, lol*
Yazrin's eyes narrow further/
*He don't have invisibility sight so I don't think he can do anything.*
He finishes, tossing the rest of the carcass away while getting up.
Yazrin continues watching, not entirely willing to engage him, but his bow fully drawn and ready to fire.
Elendon is on the roof, talking to the spectral image of a dragon.
Tohono is at the bar.
He hears the sound of something feral tearing through flesh & meat.
He quickly seems to vanish in the shadows, pulling out his longbow as he does so, and follows the sounds.
He sees the figure of Rāxern tearing into a deer corpse with his teeth *you know him? as in description.*
*Nope.*
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and he raises his longbow.
*FYI, He's currently invisible courtesy of Gloomstalker's 'Dread Ambusher.'*
*I thought it was yazrin, also here sorry had difficulty copying his intro post, he's a Tanar'ri demon from my homebrew world so his appearance described is his true form*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
He continues eating it.
*It is Yazrin, brain no work because no sleep, lol*
Yazrin's eyes narrow further/
*He don't have invisibility sight so I don't think he can do anything.*
He finishes, tossing the rest of the carcass away while getting up.
Yazrin continues watching, not entirely willing to engage him, but his bow fully drawn and ready to fire.
He stretches his hand for a moment, facing what's left of the deer.
Elendon is on the roof, talking to the spectral image of a dragon.
Tohono is at the bar.
He hears the sound of something feral tearing through flesh & meat.
He quickly seems to vanish in the shadows, pulling out his longbow as he does so, and follows the sounds.
He sees the figure of Rāxern tearing into a deer corpse with his teeth *you know him? as in description.*
*Nope.*
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and he raises his longbow.
*FYI, He's currently invisible courtesy of Gloomstalker's 'Dread Ambusher.'*
*I thought it was yazrin, also here sorry had difficulty copying his intro post, he's a Tanar'ri demon from my homebrew world so his appearance described is his true form*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
He continues eating it.
*It is Yazrin, brain no work because no sleep, lol*
Yazrin's eyes narrow further/
*He don't have invisibility sight so I don't think he can do anything.*
He finishes, tossing the rest of the carcass away while getting up.
Yazrin continues watching, not entirely willing to engage him, but his bow fully drawn and ready to fire.
He stretches his hand for a moment, facing what's left of the deer.
Yazrin slings his bow back over his shoulder, the arrow vanishing as he releases the tension. He moves to the nearest tree and climbs into its lower branches, continuing to watch.
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)
Gust walks near, "so what's all this?" *whether you need description or not they wear a red blindfold over their eyes.
Elendon is on the roof, talking to the spectral image of a dragon.
Tohono is at the bar.
He hears the sound of something feral tearing through flesh & meat.
He quickly seems to vanish in the shadows, pulling out his longbow as he does so, and follows the sounds.
He sees the figure of Rāxern tearing into a deer corpse with his teeth *you know him? as in description.*
*Nope.*
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and he raises his longbow.
*FYI, He's currently invisible courtesy of Gloomstalker's 'Dread Ambusher.'*
*I thought it was yazrin, also here sorry had difficulty copying his intro post, he's a Tanar'ri demon from my homebrew world so his appearance described is his true form*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
He continues eating it.
*It is Yazrin, brain no work because no sleep, lol*
Yazrin's eyes narrow further/
*He don't have invisibility sight so I don't think he can do anything.*
He finishes, tossing the rest of the carcass away while getting up.
Yazrin continues watching, not entirely willing to engage him, but his bow fully drawn and ready to fire.
He stretches his hand for a moment, facing what's left of the deer.
Yazrin slings his bow back over his shoulder, the arrow vanishing as he releases the tension. He moves to the nearest tree and climbs into its lower branches, continuing to watch.
He casts Burning Hands onto the corpse of the deer, Chuckling as it sets ablaze.
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)
Gust walks near, "so what's all this?" *whether you need description or not they wear a red blindfold over their eyes.
*Nope, i know em*
"In-working-status project" he said then cussed to himself in abyssal
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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)
Gust walks near, "so what's all this?" *whether you need description or not they wear a red blindfold over their eyes.
*Nope, i know em*
"In-working-status project" he said then cussed to himself in abyssal
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)
Gust walks near, "so what's all this?" *whether you need description or not they wear a red blindfold over their eyes.
*Nope, i know em*
"In-working-status project" he said then cussed to himself in abyssal
"What was that last bit?"
"Just frustrated and tired" he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Elendon is on the roof, talking to the spectral image of a dragon.
Tohono is at the bar.
He hears the sound of something feral tearing through flesh & meat.
He quickly seems to vanish in the shadows, pulling out his longbow as he does so, and follows the sounds.
He sees the figure of Rāxern tearing into a deer corpse with his teeth *you know him? as in description.*
*Nope.*
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and he raises his longbow.
*FYI, He's currently invisible courtesy of Gloomstalker's 'Dread Ambusher.'*
*I thought it was yazrin, also here sorry had difficulty copying his intro post, he's a Tanar'ri demon from my homebrew world so his appearance described is his true form*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
He continues eating it.
*It is Yazrin, brain no work because no sleep, lol*
Yazrin's eyes narrow further/
*He don't have invisibility sight so I don't think he can do anything.*
He finishes, tossing the rest of the carcass away while getting up.
Yazrin continues watching, not entirely willing to engage him, but his bow fully drawn and ready to fire.
He stretches his hand for a moment, facing what's left of the deer.
Yazrin slings his bow back over his shoulder, the arrow vanishing as he releases the tension. He moves to the nearest tree and climbs into its lower branches, continuing to watch.
He casts Burning Hands onto the corpse of the deer, Chuckling as it sets ablaze.
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and his pulls the bow off his shoulder quickly drawing it back and sending an arrow streaking into the deer carcass, trailing frost and extinguishing the majority of the flames.
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)
Gust walks near, "so what's all this?" *whether you need description or not they wear a red blindfold over their eyes.
*Nope, i know em*
"In-working-status project" he said then cussed to himself in abyssal
Elendon is on the roof, talking to the spectral image of a dragon.
Tohono is at the bar.
He hears the sound of something feral tearing through flesh & meat.
He quickly seems to vanish in the shadows, pulling out his longbow as he does so, and follows the sounds.
He sees the figure of Rāxern tearing into a deer corpse with his teeth *you know him? as in description.*
*Nope.*
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and he raises his longbow.
*FYI, He's currently invisible courtesy of Gloomstalker's 'Dread Ambusher.'*
*I thought it was yazrin, also here sorry had difficulty copying his intro post, he's a Tanar'ri demon from my homebrew world so his appearance described is his true form*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
He continues eating it.
*It is Yazrin, brain no work because no sleep, lol*
Yazrin's eyes narrow further/
*He don't have invisibility sight so I don't think he can do anything.*
He finishes, tossing the rest of the carcass away while getting up.
Yazrin continues watching, not entirely willing to engage him, but his bow fully drawn and ready to fire.
He stretches his hand for a moment, facing what's left of the deer.
Yazrin slings his bow back over his shoulder, the arrow vanishing as he releases the tension. He moves to the nearest tree and climbs into its lower branches, continuing to watch.
He casts Burning Hands onto the corpse of the deer, Chuckling as it sets ablaze.
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and his pulls the bow off his shoulder quickly drawing it back and sending an arrow streaking into the deer carcass, trailing frost and extinguishing the majority of the flames.
"What the [1gp?]" He pull out his sickle, on guard.
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
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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)
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)
Gust walks near, "so what's all this?" *whether you need description or not they wear a red blindfold over their eyes.
*Nope, i know em*
"In-working-status project" he said then cussed to himself in abyssal
"What was that last bit?"
"Just frustrated and tired" he said
"Ah, must be some project,"
"Im trying to find the reason why vegetation i need is gone in places that are common"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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)
Gust walks near, "so what's all this?" *whether you need description or not they wear a red blindfold over their eyes.
*Nope, i know em*
"In-working-status project" he said then cussed to himself in abyssal
"What was that last bit?"
"Just frustrated and tired" he said
"Ah, must be some project,"
"Im trying to find the reason why vegetation i need is gone in places that are common"
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)
Gust walks near, "so what's all this?" *whether you need description or not they wear a red blindfold over their eyes.
*Nope, i know em*
"In-working-status project" he said then cussed to himself in abyssal
"What was that last bit?"
"Just frustrated and tired" he said
"Ah, must be some project,"
"Im trying to find the reason why vegetation i need is gone in places that are common"
"Well I'm not an herbalist so sorry." They shrug
"its alright" he said and smiled warmly
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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He floats off.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She does a curtsey back "Stay safe, general"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"You also, Malia." He turns around & walks off.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Rāxern is unaware of Yazrin's presence.
Alexander is on the Eatherial plane, invisible to most, waiting for someone to take the bait of his book, inside facing the chair it's sitting in.
Brishka is outside, seeming to do something, but its unclear.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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]
Yazrin continues watching, not entirely willing to engage him, but his bow fully drawn and ready to fire.
He stretches his hand for a moment, facing what's left of the deer.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Yazrin slings his bow back over his shoulder, the arrow vanishing as he releases the tension. He moves to the nearest tree and climbs into its lower branches, continuing to watch.
Gust walks near, "so what's all this?" *whether you need description or not they wear a red blindfold over their eyes.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He casts Burning Hands onto the corpse of the deer, Chuckling as it sets ablaze.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Nope, i know em*
"In-working-status project" he said then cussed to himself in abyssal
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What was that last bit?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Just frustrated and tired" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and his pulls the bow off his shoulder quickly drawing it back and sending an arrow streaking into the deer carcass, trailing frost and extinguishing the majority of the flames.
"Ah, must be some project,"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"What the [1gp?]" He pull out his sickle, on guard.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
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)
"Im trying to find the reason why vegetation i need is gone in places that are common"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well I'm not an herbalist so sorry." They shrug
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"its alright" he said and smiled warmly
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]