A golden coin sits on a table, right in the center of the table. It shines with beautiful luster as it sits there, innocently. The coin has a infinity symbol on one side while on the other is "satisfaction guaranteed".
Caelum picks it up.
The coin feels warm in your hand. A voice says in distorted common "Hell-o! Wh-at can I d-oo for you"
Hi. Well, what can you do?
"Kno-wledge!" The voice said
Hmm. What can you tell me about Bahamut and Tiamat? And Sardior, I guess. Not just the common knowledge, but the lesser known stuff too. *What does it look like with Truesight?*
"Tiamat is the offspring of the dragon-creator deity Io. Bahamut has 5 vassals, names i cannot disclose to you"
Caelum smiles. "Hmm. Nothing about Sardior?" She turns the coin over, wondering if she could put it in her hoard.
"Flip me back over and put me down now" he said
"No."
The coin grows hotter and hotter till its like holding a mini-sun
Caelum smiles and gently breathes on it, freezing it in a little block of ice.
"Ah! Let me go dragon being!!" it said "I gave you information and this is how you repay me"
(Caelum, love, let the weird talking coin go.) Phantom says with a chuckle.
I could get my hoard back.
(Interesting, but we have mine, remember that, dear. )
Yes, but my hoard is the greatest repository of knowledge on my world. If I trade this coin for it back...
(Caelum, dear...I have a feeling this won't be that easy.) Phantom walks over and puts an arm around her shoulders. "Besides, I may have an idea for how to get it back that doesn't involve trading an obviously sentient talking coin thing."
Yeah no, said coin turned out to be a person, and I'm not a slaver, so I had to let him go. Anyways, "what plan?"
(You've had dealings with the Guildmaster; Would the Guildmaster accept being able to copy the entirety of my library in exchange for having yours back? After all, almost 4,000 years of knowledge from a barely known world is probably far more intriguing than knowledge about yours, where I gather the Guildmaster originated.) He asks with a sly smile.
That's... I can't ask you to do that! *Would actually work, though.*
(As long as They agree to copy, nothing more, I'd do it, dear. The only book that would be off-limits is mine, the one you read.) He leans in and gives her a kiss. (You know I'd do anything for you, so this is nothing. I have nothing to lose, and you have your hoard to regain.)
Well, I guess... If you're fine with it. Just call for the GuildMaster; I can guarantee they're watching...
Phantom nods, smiling and gives Caelum another kiss. (I'm sure, dear. Consider this my wedding gift to you) he says with a grin. He takes a deep breath, and begins. "Guildmaster. I have a proposal that may intrigue you."
The green mist immediately coalesces. "Yeeeeees???"
(I know you took Caelum's hoard. I was there. I have almost 4000 years of literature and history from my world in my lair. If I were to allow you to copy the entirety of it, with a single, personal, exception, would you return hers to her?) Phantom's eyes flash as he says this. He's a bit apprehensive, but willing to do it if the Guildmaster agrees to the terms.
"Hmm. Yes. But only if you include the exception."
Phantom sighs. (I know you collect knowledge. That exception is very... Personal to me. I wrote it myself after my darkest day, and it contains things I would much rather not have become public. You leave the originals of everything, return Caelum's hoard, and don't reveal the contents of that book to anyone outside your organization, and it's a deal.) His eyes flash in pain slightly, but also in warning.
"Hmm. Very well. Waaaait... one moment... Alright, done."
Phantom smiles, and he bites slightly. (Thank you.) He turns back to Caelum. (It's done, my love. The Guildmaster forced me to include the book, but I managed to get them to promise not to reveal the contents with anyone outside their organization. You have your library back.) He says with a big smile.
Thank you, dear.
(Of course, dear.) He says, giving her another kiss. (I'll leave you to deal with the strange coin-person thing now.)
She smiles and scoots over, laying her head down in his lap as all the dogs crowd around them, in little furry balls, napping.
*This is confusing and adorable*
Hunter has his odd smile on his face, using his other hand to pet some dogs
She smiles back and reaches up, running her fingertips over his face "i didn't know you could smile"
His face is warm, though it is likely from the sun, "I have been upgraded and modified before. Emotions aren't something i understand or have, but there are moments where smiling is needed or prefered."
She chuckles "i forget how different me and you can be" she said and folded her hands on her stomach, watching him.
The warm weather was perfect at the moment, the blooming yellow flowers around them gave off beautfuil fragrant scents that, occasionally, one of the puppers sneezed at. The wind blew gently, rustling the grass and leaves in tiny ways.
"You are an odd being. I have not learned about organic nature beyond what is needed to end a target." he pokes her on the nose, "It is an interesting experience." He says, watching the world around them, as if seeing it for the first time
She smiles, watching him observe the world around him. "What does the world look like through your eyes?"
"It is more technical. My system constantly scans things, allowing a greater intake of information."
"Well, what do you see as of this moment?" she asked
"You. The dogs. Flowers. Grass. The wind."
"mn, so the basic things then" she said and raised her hands to the sky, as if she was reaching for the sun
"The sky is grey...."
"You see a grey sky?" she asked, raising an eyebrow "i see a blue one"
'I am unable to perceive most color due to the limits in my optic sensors capabilities." He says, tapping one of his eyes
"can you fix it?" she asked, sounding worried.
"It is not broken. just limited. I woud need to replace my eyes for that."
"Ah" she said and smiled "I wish i could use a healing spell or such on you, but you are metal, not exactly fleshy"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Inspiration has decided to randomly punch me in the face, so here, have another of 0verkill's characters.*
A few yards into the forest, a few columns of smoke can be seen rising above the treeline.
*Rāxern would add to the smoke if he wasn't almost dead.*
*When you make a character that requires investigation to be properly introduced.*
*sorry!* Brishka walks out there, as he saw the smoke from the roof.
*Ha, it's fine, I literally just made this character, so they probably won't be very good.*
It's definitely smoke, it seems to be a few feet away from the void wall.
A the air around them seems to get a little colder as they make it quickly for there.
When they arrive at the scene, it seems to be a carriage and a few small wagons burning. Nearby, a figure that seems to have a beak is sitting on a log, watching everything burn.
*Look at profile pic.*
They reach their hand into the right side of their coat, mutter something in giant, & snap their fingers, casting Sleet Storm directly onto the wagons "What's this about?"
The figure looked over and tilted their head. "My caravan... gone." The voice seemed feminine and spoke with a really heavy accent.
*Imagine Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch from Civil War type accent.*
*do you know the country's accent I don't know those & haven't seen civil war. also you know about Brishka right?* "Could you explain?"
*It's a fictional country, I think. Just imagine a thick russian with a bit of middle east in it. And no, I don't.*
"We... ambushed, them boom, now here. Only me alive."
"Ambushed who?" They have a quite similar accent, but its solely Russian, & they talk with a low-ish voice. *intro*
A figure is by the void wall, 7'5" & dark clothing, if one were to inspect them or take a closer look, It is a goliath wearing Navy Blue formal wear, specifically a coat with three silver threads that clip to the other side, underneath a shirt that looks that one of a general, with simple dress trousers of the same blue, & thick army boots, all with sliver accents & look of quite the price. Them themselves have a steel like stone coloured skin, dark brown eyes and semi-chiseled features. It doesn't take to much to guess that they are of high status, from posture to look. They place down a backpack, brown but excellently made, & they stand there, looking around.
"Us. We ambushed. Sorry, not used to Common." She stood up and brushed herself off, cupping something on the side of abdomen. She did a small curtsy. "I'm Marilyn Kromer. Your name?"
They salute "General Brishka Marknuem, Head Of The Millatary Of FernsWood, & Right Hand Of King Sirithal. T'is fine I'm not the best at common either, and I'm sorry for your loss, come, there is a tavern near here." They dispell Sleet Storm with a wave of their hand.
She nods in thankfulness and reaches behind the log, pulling out a stuffed backpack and slinging it over her shoulder, still while cupping her side.
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"I ca-nnot!" he said with another grin "I am Cur-sed to be like this!"
"OK, first lesson, don't smile when you say something like that. Also, I know a powerful cleric who just so happens to be my fiancee. He could probably un-curse you."
"OH! Tha-t would no-t worrk!" he said with another grin
"...Again, don't grin. Second lesson, don't fracture your words. And why not?"
"I can-not help my speeeeeeech!" he said "It- is how i am"
"We can change how we are. It's what makes us alive."
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii cannot!"
"Yes. You can if you want to."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i caaaaan't" its neck snaps to the side as a single red eye opens up.
Caelum pokes it in the iris.
As if the eye saw her finger coming towards it, a mouth took its place and clamped down on her hand (Make STR Save)
11
It has trapped her hand within its mouth
She sighs, then pulls her hand free. Str: 19
Her hand slides free, covered in thick muscus
"Gross. And here I was helping you!" She wipes it on Loak.
her hand goes through his form as he chuckles "You have be-en deemed as threat! you addition to the universe will bed added!"
"Um, OK. I am a 1600 year old greatwyrm, so I was kinda already a threat?.."
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"Mind explaining?" He stops levitating the book for once & sets it on the table, moving himself so his head pokes out of the table.
"Not much t-o explaiiiiiin"
"If you don't make it so I understand what you're talking about I'll just leave."
The coin vibrates again as the form of a human takes its places. a figure made of shadows with no eyes, mouth or nose. The coin was now imbedded into its palm. "There!!!!"
He looks up from the table, "hm, that's cool but I still have no clue."
"I am LOak!!!!"
He floats up above the table "Alexander," He puts a hand out like it's to shake, but he know thats impossible.
She smiles and scoots over, laying her head down in his lap as all the dogs crowd around them, in little furry balls, napping.
*This is confusing and adorable*
Hunter has his odd smile on his face, using his other hand to pet some dogs
She smiles back and reaches up, running her fingertips over his face "i didn't know you could smile"
His face is warm, though it is likely from the sun, "I have been upgraded and modified before. Emotions aren't something i understand or have, but there are moments where smiling is needed or prefered."
She chuckles "i forget how different me and you can be" she said and folded her hands on her stomach, watching him.
The warm weather was perfect at the moment, the blooming yellow flowers around them gave off beautfuil fragrant scents that, occasionally, one of the puppers sneezed at. The wind blew gently, rustling the grass and leaves in tiny ways.
"You are an odd being. I have not learned about organic nature beyond what is needed to end a target." he pokes her on the nose, "It is an interesting experience." He says, watching the world around them, as if seeing it for the first time
She smiles, watching him observe the world around him. "What does the world look like through your eyes?"
"It is more technical. My system constantly scans things, allowing a greater intake of information."
"Well, what do you see as of this moment?" she asked
"You. The dogs. Flowers. Grass. The wind."
"mn, so the basic things then" she said and raised her hands to the sky, as if she was reaching for the sun
"The sky is grey...."
"You see a grey sky?" she asked, raising an eyebrow "i see a blue one"
'I am unable to perceive most color due to the limits in my optic sensors capabilities." He says, tapping one of his eyes
"can you fix it?" she asked, sounding worried.
"It is not broken. just limited. I woud need to replace my eyes for that."
"Ah" she said and smiled "I wish i could use a healing spell or such on you, but you are metal, not exactly fleshy"
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.
Stroth comes running from the forest "BLOODY HELLS!!!" he curses to him and kicks open the tavern door.
Lysander turns. "What is it?"
Stroth grabs lysander by the arm, half-dragging him half-talking, "There has bee something stealing vegetation from this world and i was wondering what it was! grazing beasts maybe? no, to small to cause that much damage!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Soldaer is sitting at I've of the tables nearer to the front, relaxed and listening to Nia while he sips on a glass of some strange red (think cherry syrup red) liquor.
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.
Stroth comes running from the forest "BLOODY HELLS!!!" he curses to him and kicks open the tavern door.
Lysander turns. "What is it?"
Stroth grabs lysander by the arm, half-dragging him half-talking, "There has bee something stealing vegetation from this world and i was wondering what it was! grazing beasts maybe? no, to small to cause that much damage!"
"Oh, no, what will we do?" Make wis save
"And stop dragging me places."
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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
*Inspiration has decided to randomly punch me in the face, so here, have another of 0verkill's characters.*
A few yards into the forest, a few columns of smoke can be seen rising above the treeline.
*Rāxern would add to the smoke if he wasn't almost dead.*
*When you make a character that requires investigation to be properly introduced.*
*sorry!* Brishka walks out there, as he saw the smoke from the roof.
*Ha, it's fine, I literally just made this character, so they probably won't be very good.*
It's definitely smoke, it seems to be a few feet away from the void wall.
A the air around them seems to get a little colder as they make it quickly for there.
When they arrive at the scene, it seems to be a carriage and a few small wagons burning. Nearby, a figure that seems to have a beak is sitting on a log, watching everything burn.
*Look at profile pic.*
They reach their hand into the right side of their coat, mutter something in giant, & snap their fingers, casting Sleet Storm directly onto the wagons "What's this about?"
The figure looked over and tilted their head. "My caravan... gone." The voice seemed feminine and spoke with a really heavy accent.
*Imagine Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch from Civil War type accent.*
*do you know the country's accent I don't know those & haven't seen civil war. also you know about Brishka right?* "Could you explain?"
*It's a fictional country, I think. Just imagine a thick russian with a bit of middle east in it. And no, I don't.*
"We... ambushed, them boom, now here. Only me alive."
"Ambushed who?" They have a quite similar accent, but its solely Russian, & they talk with a low-ish voice. *intro*
A figure is by the void wall, 7'5" & dark clothing, if one were to inspect them or take a closer look, It is a goliath wearing Navy Blue formal wear, specifically a coat with three silver threads that clip to the other side, underneath a shirt that looks that one of a general, with simple dress trousers of the same blue, & thick army boots, all with sliver accents & look of quite the price. Them themselves have a steel like stone coloured skin, dark brown eyes and semi-chiseled features. It doesn't take to much to guess that they are of high status, from posture to look. They place down a backpack, brown but excellently made, & they stand there, looking around.
"Us. We ambushed. Sorry, not used to Common." She stood up and brushed herself off, cupping something on the side of abdomen. She did a small curtsy. "I'm Marilyn Kromer. Your name?"
They salute "General Brishka Marknuem, Head Of The Millatary Of FernsWood, & Right Hand Of King Sirithal. T'is fine I'm not the best at common either, and I'm sorry for your loss, come, there is a tavern near here." They dispell Sleet Storm with a wave of their hand.
She nods in thankfulness and reaches behind the log, pulling out a stuffed backpack and slinging it over her shoulder, still while cupping her side.
Soldaer is sitting at I've of the tables nearer to the front, relaxed and listening to Nia while he sips on a glass of some strange red (think cherry syrup red) liquor.
Nia, as part of her little performance, serenades soldaer
*Inspiration has decided to randomly punch me in the face, so here, have another of 0verkill's characters.*
A few yards into the forest, a few columns of smoke can be seen rising above the treeline.
*Rāxern would add to the smoke if he wasn't almost dead.*
*When you make a character that requires investigation to be properly introduced.*
*sorry!* Brishka walks out there, as he saw the smoke from the roof.
*Ha, it's fine, I literally just made this character, so they probably won't be very good.*
It's definitely smoke, it seems to be a few feet away from the void wall.
A the air around them seems to get a little colder as they make it quickly for there.
When they arrive at the scene, it seems to be a carriage and a few small wagons burning. Nearby, a figure that seems to have a beak is sitting on a log, watching everything burn.
*Look at profile pic.*
They reach their hand into the right side of their coat, mutter something in giant, & snap their fingers, casting Sleet Storm directly onto the wagons "What's this about?"
The figure looked over and tilted their head. "My caravan... gone." The voice seemed feminine and spoke with a really heavy accent.
*Imagine Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch from Civil War type accent.*
*do you know the country's accent I don't know those & haven't seen civil war. also you know about Brishka right?* "Could you explain?"
*It's a fictional country, I think. Just imagine a thick russian with a bit of middle east in it. And no, I don't.*
"We... ambushed, them boom, now here. Only me alive."
"Ambushed who?" They have a quite similar accent, but its solely Russian, & they talk with a low-ish voice. *intro*
A figure is by the void wall, 7'5" & dark clothing, if one were to inspect them or take a closer look, It is a goliath wearing Navy Blue formal wear, specifically a coat with three silver threads that clip to the other side, underneath a shirt that looks that one of a general, with simple dress trousers of the same blue, & thick army boots, all with sliver accents & look of quite the price. Them themselves have a steel like stone coloured skin, dark brown eyes and semi-chiseled features. It doesn't take to much to guess that they are of high status, from posture to look. They place down a backpack, brown but excellently made, & they stand there, looking around.
"Us. We ambushed. Sorry, not used to Common." She stood up and brushed herself off, cupping something on the side of abdomen. She did a small curtsy. "I'm Marilyn Kromer. Your name?"
They salute "General Brishka Marknuem, Head Of The Millatary Of FernsWood, & Right Hand Of King Sirithal. T'is fine I'm not the best at common either, and I'm sorry for your loss, come, there is a tavern near here." They dispell Sleet Storm with a wave of their hand.
She nods in thankfulness and reaches behind the log, pulling out a stuffed backpack and slinging it over her shoulder, still while cupping her side.
"Are you wounded?"
"I'll live, I treat myself when we're in better area."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
(Of course, dear.) He says, giving her another kiss. (I'll leave you to deal with the strange coin-person thing now.)
"Ah" she said and smiled "I wish i could use a healing spell or such on you, but you are metal, not exactly fleshy"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She nods in thankfulness and reaches behind the log, pulling out a stuffed backpack and slinging it over her shoulder, still while cupping her side.
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.
"Powder. Black poweder specifically, along with a little something else."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Um, OK. I am a 1600 year old greatwyrm, so I was kinda already a threat?.."
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.
He floats up above the table "Alexander," He puts a hand out like it's to shake, but he know thats impossible.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Does it need flesh, or blood?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Ooo, interesting. May I have some?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Do I get paid? I need a job."
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.
Stroth grabs lysander by the arm, half-dragging him half-talking, "There has bee something stealing vegetation from this world and i was wondering what it was! grazing beasts maybe? no, to small to cause that much damage!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Sure... I am also a fallen angel." They state before finding and pointing to Lysander. "I need to kill him by friday. And I will pay you."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Soldaer is sitting at I've of the tables nearer to the front, relaxed and listening to Nia while he sips on a glass of some strange red (think cherry syrup red) liquor.
"Is exploding on your bucket list?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"..." Barachiel frowns. "Is he evil? And any idea how hard he is to kill?"
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.
"Oh, no, what will we do?" Make wis save
"And stop dragging me places."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Intro time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
The sun, framed above the distant mountains, beams down on the Tavern. All is still. Then-
A crash. The air, the fabric of reality, rent open and closed again in a split second, barely enough time for a humanoid to fall through the portal.
Barely enough.
A thud echos across the landscape as a person falls to the ground, landing on iron-booted feet that sink deep into the mud and soft earth.
The figure looks up, revolvers at her waist, shotgun slung across her shoulder, blood splattered on her face and clothes...
And smiles.
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.
"Are you wounded?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Nia, as part of her little performance, serenades soldaer
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"I'll live, I treat myself when we're in better area."
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.
"He is evil, he has had dealings with devils, and he hard, but he will fail eventually."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now