Stroth sides and leans back in the comfortable chair he was sitting it, folding his arms over his chest. He holds a book up, blocking the sun from his eyes as he reads the passages.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
Phantom walks over to Lore in his elf form. (They've been given sentience by a powerful magic. Most of these swords were simple basic magical weapons. They should not be thinking for themselves, in any way. The force that controls this swarm has used them to attack many of the patron here, including myself and my fiance.)
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.
Yazrin smiles grimly, sending a second arrow into the carcass, extinguishing the rest of the flames.
"Alright that's it," He sets himself of fire with Investiture Of Fire, "Show Yourself!" He looks around at all angles.
Yazrin chuckles, and leaps from his perch in the tree, rolling to absorb the shock, and coming up with his bow still at the ready. His maroon eyes flash, and a slightly amused smile is on his face.
He turns, malicious grin on his face "Oh so youre the fun extinguisher, well, what have you messing with me? Rāxern The Fiery?" He slowly circles him, scorching the grass under him.
Yazrin chuckles slightly to himself, lowering his bow, which exudes a powerful magical aura, and seems to be carved like dragon wings. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan, ranger and scout in service of Eilistraee."
"Rāxern, demon of the abyss, cause of your death." He teleports behind him "Omae wa mou, shindeiru." & goes for a slice with the sickle *to hit* 19 *damage (slash)* 5
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
Phantom walks over to Lore in his elf form. (They've been given sentience by a powerful magic. Most of these swords were simple basic magical weapons. They should not be thinking for themselves, in any way. The force that controls this swarm has used them to attack many of the patron here, including myself and my fiance.)
"Mn, im still going to prevent deaths"
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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"
"Well I'm not an herbalist so sorry." They shrug
"its alright" he said and smiled warmly
"So what's your name?"
"Im stroth" he said
"Gust, would I be of any help In this?" They sit down in a nearby chair.
"I can't of much for you to do mate, but i thank you for the help" he said with a kind smile
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
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Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
A floating book comes by *can she see into the eahterial realm?*
*Yes, actually*
*Then she see a Wood elf's ghost accompanying it, wearing Bard clothes of old design.* He seems like he thinks he can't be seen.
"Hello there, undead"
"h, oh, you can see me, hello." he waves, slightly disappointed that he didn't get a good reaction.
"Whats your name?"
"Alexander, yours?" He starts laying in the air, moving the book out of the way.
"Acvomalia of Sogel. But I prefer Malia"
"Nice to meetcha. What're you doing?"
"Mostly just exploring. What about you?"
"Mostly trying to get reactions from people about the floating book." He focuses himself into the material plane & points at the book following them.
"Just a book? Why are you trying to get reactions?"
"Well the book is my anchor & I'm just causing a little mischief." He gives a smirk.
"Why?"
"Fun." He starts being upside down as he floats with her.
"Mischief is only fun with real reason. A cause"
*sorry trying to speed it up.*
"what? The cause is that I want to have fun, & I do when it goes through properly."
"How is it fun if it serves no purpose?"
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Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
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Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
A floating book comes by *can she see into the eahterial realm?*
*Yes, actually*
*Then she see a Wood elf's ghost accompanying it, wearing Bard clothes of old design.* He seems like he thinks he can't be seen.
"Hello there, undead"
"h, oh, you can see me, hello." he waves, slightly disappointed that he didn't get a good reaction.
"Whats your name?"
"Alexander, yours?" He starts laying in the air, moving the book out of the way.
"Acvomalia of Sogel. But I prefer Malia"
"Nice to meetcha. What're you doing?"
"Mostly just exploring. What about you?"
"Mostly trying to get reactions from people about the floating book." He focuses himself into the material plane & points at the book following them.
"Just a book? Why are you trying to get reactions?"
"Well the book is my anchor & I'm just causing a little mischief." He gives a smirk.
"Why?"
"Fun." He starts being upside down as he floats with her.
"Mischief is only fun with real reason. A cause"
*sorry trying to speed it up.*
"what? The cause is that I want to have fun, & I do when it goes through properly."
"How is it fun if it serves no purpose?"
"I just said the purpose is to-Do you not understand that I just enjoy getting the shear reactions out of people? Their confusion, their fear." He goes upright again.
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
A floating book comes by *can she see into the eahterial realm?*
*Yes, actually*
*Then she see a Wood elf's ghost accompanying it, wearing Bard clothes of old design.* He seems like he thinks he can't be seen.
"Hello there, undead"
"h, oh, you can see me, hello." he waves, slightly disappointed that he didn't get a good reaction.
"Whats your name?"
"Alexander, yours?" He starts laying in the air, moving the book out of the way.
"Acvomalia of Sogel. But I prefer Malia"
"Nice to meetcha. What're you doing?"
"Mostly just exploring. What about you?"
"Mostly trying to get reactions from people about the floating book." He focuses himself into the material plane & points at the book following them.
"Just a book? Why are you trying to get reactions?"
"Well the book is my anchor & I'm just causing a little mischief." He gives a smirk.
"Why?"
"Fun." He starts being upside down as he floats with her.
"Mischief is only fun with real reason. A cause"
*sorry trying to speed it up.*
"what? The cause is that I want to have fun, & I do when it goes through properly."
"How is it fun if it serves no purpose?"
"I just said the purpose is to-Do you not understand that I just enjoy getting the shear reactions out of people? Their confusion, their fear." He goes upright again.
"Why?"
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Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
We must.... Must make things even...
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Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
A floating book comes by *can she see into the eahterial realm?*
*Yes, actually*
*Then she see a Wood elf's ghost accompanying it, wearing Bard clothes of old design.* He seems like he thinks he can't be seen.
"Hello there, undead"
"h, oh, you can see me, hello." he waves, slightly disappointed that he didn't get a good reaction.
"Whats your name?"
"Alexander, yours?" He starts laying in the air, moving the book out of the way.
"Acvomalia of Sogel. But I prefer Malia"
"Nice to meetcha. What're you doing?"
"Mostly just exploring. What about you?"
"Mostly trying to get reactions from people about the floating book." He focuses himself into the material plane & points at the book following them.
"Just a book? Why are you trying to get reactions?"
"Well the book is my anchor & I'm just causing a little mischief." He gives a smirk.
"Why?"
"Fun." He starts being upside down as he floats with her.
"Mischief is only fun with real reason. A cause"
*sorry trying to speed it up.*
"what? The cause is that I want to have fun, & I do when it goes through properly."
"How is it fun if it serves no purpose?"
"I just said the purpose is to-Do you not understand that I just enjoy getting the shear reactions out of people? Their confusion, their fear." He goes upright again.
"Why?"
"Because. . ., it is?" he clearly seems confused about her.
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
A floating book comes by *can she see into the eahterial realm?*
*Yes, actually*
*Then she see a Wood elf's ghost accompanying it, wearing Bard clothes of old design.* He seems like he thinks he can't be seen.
"Hello there, undead"
"h, oh, you can see me, hello." he waves, slightly disappointed that he didn't get a good reaction.
"Whats your name?"
"Alexander, yours?" He starts laying in the air, moving the book out of the way.
"Acvomalia of Sogel. But I prefer Malia"
"Nice to meetcha. What're you doing?"
"Mostly just exploring. What about you?"
"Mostly trying to get reactions from people about the floating book." He focuses himself into the material plane & points at the book following them.
"Just a book? Why are you trying to get reactions?"
"Well the book is my anchor & I'm just causing a little mischief." He gives a smirk.
"Why?"
"Fun." He starts being upside down as he floats with her.
"Mischief is only fun with real reason. A cause"
*sorry trying to speed it up.*
"what? The cause is that I want to have fun, & I do when it goes through properly."
"How is it fun if it serves no purpose?"
"I just said the purpose is to-Do you not understand that I just enjoy getting the shear reactions out of people? Their confusion, their fear." He goes upright again.
"Why?"
"Because. . ., it is?" he clearly seems confused about her.
"Fear is only funny on an enemy. Or to anyone who lacks the mental capacity for basic empathy"
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Stroth sides and leans back in the comfortable chair he was sitting it, folding his arms over his chest. He holds a book up, blocking the sun from his eyes as he reads the passages.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Phantom walks over to Lore in his elf form. (They've been given sentience by a powerful magic. Most of these swords were simple basic magical weapons. They should not be thinking for themselves, in any way. The force that controls this swarm has used them to attack many of the patron here, including myself and my fiance.)
"Rāxern, demon of the abyss, cause of your death." He teleports behind him
"Omae wa mou, shindeiru."& goes for a slice with the sickle *to hit* 19 *damage (slash)* 5She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Mn, im still going to prevent deaths"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"alright then, see you!" He goes off to meditate.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
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)
*Sigh. Today has not been a good day so far, so I might not get into a good rp mood, but I'll try.*
Love is spread out on a couch.
Ettor is still sleeping in his room.
Zylna is hanging around.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*sorry trying to speed it up.*
"what? The cause is that I want to have fun, & I do when it goes through properly."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*it's cool if your not, we all have our days.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"How is it fun if it serves no purpose?"
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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*Its ok my dude :) everyone gets like that*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
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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"I just said the purpose is to-Do you not understand that I just enjoy getting the shear reactions out of people? Their confusion, their fear." He goes upright again.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Why?"
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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"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
We must.... Must make things even...
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)
"Because. . ., it is?" he clearly seems confused about her.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Fear is only funny on an enemy. Or to anyone who lacks the mental capacity for basic empathy"
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)