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.
*so many interactions! No characters! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH*
*I know! I should have down it when there were less people on!*
*Yeah... I'm on mobile, so multiple interactions is hard... Too much scrolling involved, lol.*
*it's not even that, I've got no slots open to rp outside the 3 I'm in.*
*Time warp?*
*Alexander is a no, Val wouldn't go near this girl, so I'm left with Brishka, do I need to get their intro for you to?*
"You, state your business." They say, arms behind their back, behind the newcomer.
*Sure.*
"Hmm? You the lawkeeper here? Just fell through a sinkhole. Lucky I survived, I guess." She has a rough, wild-west type accent, which contrasts with her school-girl type clothes (even with blood on them).
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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?
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
Soldaer chuckles slightly, blushing a little. (You realize that it's usually supposed to be the other way around, Nia? The guy is supposed to be serenading the girl...?) He says with a laugh.
We both know you can't hold a tune as good as me, She replys in a teasing tone as she continues to play
(Then you can teach me sometime, but not here.) He says with a twinkle in his eyes, and an equally teasing tone.
I'l consider revealing my secrets
(Playing hard to get and little miss secretive, aren't we now?) Soldaer says teasingly. (That's fine, I can wait.)
What can i say, i was never able to make things easy for ya
Soldaer laughs. (Very true Nia! You really never could make it easy for me. I think that's part of what I liked about you.)
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.
*so many interactions! No characters! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH*
*I know! I should have down it when there were less people on!*
*Yeah... I'm on mobile, so multiple interactions is hard... Too much scrolling involved, lol.*
*it's not even that, I've got no slots open to rp outside the 3 I'm in.*
*Time warp?*
*Alexander is a no, Val wouldn't go near this girl, so I'm left with Brishka, do I need to get their intro for you to?*
"You, state your business." They say, arms behind their back, behind the newcomer.
*Sure.*
"Hmm? You the lawkeeper here? Just fell through a sinkhole. Lucky I survived, I guess." She has a rough, wild-west type accent, which contrasts with her school-girl type clothes (even with blood on them).
"No I'm just making sure youre not here to murder people, as you have blood on you." They stay in a monotone calm voice with with a thick russian accent & low-ish pitch. *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.
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 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.
*so many interactions! No characters! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH*
*I know! I should have down it when there were less people on!*
*Yeah... I'm on mobile, so multiple interactions is hard... Too much scrolling involved, lol.*
*it's not even that, I've got no slots open to rp outside the 3 I'm in.*
*Time warp?*
*Alexander is a no, Val wouldn't go near this girl, so I'm left with Brishka, do I need to get their intro for you to?*
"You, state your business." They say, arms behind their back, behind the newcomer.
*Sure.*
"Hmm? You the lawkeeper here? Just fell through a sinkhole. Lucky I survived, I guess." She has a rough, wild-west type accent, which contrasts with her school-girl type clothes (even with blood on them).
"No I'm just making sure youre not here to murder people, as you have blood on you." They stay in a monotone calm voice with with a thick russian accent & low-ish pitch. *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.
"Oikay. Got that. I only kill those who deserve it. Like the piece of [GP] that shoved me into the sinkhole-" There's another thud as a body hits the ground behind her. The face is dented in a way that matches her boots very well. She winces.
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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?
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.
*so many interactions! No characters! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH*
*I know! I should have down it when there were less people on!*
*Yeah... I'm on mobile, so multiple interactions is hard... Too much scrolling involved, lol.*
*it's not even that, I've got no slots open to rp outside the 3 I'm in.*
*Time warp?*
*Alexander is a no, Val wouldn't go near this girl, so I'm left with Brishka, do I need to get their intro for you to?*
"You, state your business." They say, arms behind their back, behind the newcomer.
*Sure.*
"Hmm? You the lawkeeper here? Just fell through a sinkhole. Lucky I survived, I guess." She has a rough, wild-west type accent, which contrasts with her school-girl type clothes (even with blood on them).
"No I'm just making sure youre not here to murder people, as you have blood on you." They stay in a monotone calm voice with with a thick russian accent & low-ish pitch. *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.
"Oikay. Got that. I only kill those who deserve it. Like the piece of [GP] that shoved me into the sinkhole-" There's another thud as a body hits the ground behind her. The face is dented in a way that matches her boots very well. She winces.
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
Soldaer chuckles slightly, blushing a little. (You realize that it's usually supposed to be the other way around, Nia? The guy is supposed to be serenading the girl...?) He says with a laugh.
We both know you can't hold a tune as good as me, She replys in a teasing tone as she continues to play
(Then you can teach me sometime, but not here.) He says with a twinkle in his eyes, and an equally teasing tone.
I'l consider revealing my secrets
(Playing hard to get and little miss secretive, aren't we now?) Soldaer says teasingly. (That's fine, I can wait.)
What can i say, i was never able to make things easy for ya
Soldaer laughs. (Very true Nia! You really never could make it easy for me. I think that's part of what I liked about you.)
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
Soldaer chuckles slightly, blushing a little. (You realize that it's usually supposed to be the other way around, Nia? The guy is supposed to be serenading the girl...?) He says with a laugh.
We both know you can't hold a tune as good as me, She replys in a teasing tone as she continues to play
(Then you can teach me sometime, but not here.) He says with a twinkle in his eyes, and an equally teasing tone.
I'l consider revealing my secrets
(Playing hard to get and little miss secretive, aren't we now?) Soldaer says teasingly. (That's fine, I can wait.)
What can i say, i was never able to make things easy for ya
Soldaer laughs. (Very true Nia! You really never could make it easy for me. I think that's part of what I liked about you.)
Pffft, shut. I can't blush during performances
(Oh, sure you can...) He says teasingly. (There's so many things I love about you Nia...) A definitely teasing grin spreads across his face, and his eyes start sparkling mischievously.
She held up a small vial of liquid. "I already disinfect before you arrive, I just haven't wrapped yet."
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.
*Alexander is a no, Val wouldn't go near this girl, so I'm left with Brishka, do I need to get their intro for you to?*
"You, state your business." They say, arms behind their back, behind the newcomer.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Once again why haven't you done so? I can more than handle any left over ambushers."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Sure.*
"Hmm? You the lawkeeper here? Just fell through a sinkhole. Lucky I survived, I guess." She has a rough, wild-west type accent, which contrasts with her school-girl type clothes (even with blood on them).
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.
She shook her head. "They already gone, into the black veil. And I wait to wrap until I get settled."
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.
Soldaer laughs. (Very true Nia! You really never could make it easy for me. I think that's part of what I liked about you.)
"No I'm just making sure youre not here to murder people, as you have blood on you." They stay in a monotone calm voice with with a thick russian accent & low-ish pitch. *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.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I cannot promise that." Hunter says in a somehow joking tone
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
A loud shriek can be heard out back of the tavern
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)
"Then come on." They slightly speed up, to get there but just slow enough so they're not racing ahead.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She reaches up and smackshim a bit
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Marilyn does her best to keep up.
*Skip to when they arrive?*
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.
"Oikay. Got that. I only kill those who deserve it. Like the piece of [GP] that shoved me into the sinkhole-" There's another thud as a body hits the ground behind her. The face is dented in a way that matches her boots very well. She winces.
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.
They narrow their eyes at her.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Pffft, shut. I can't blush during performances
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
"That did not hurt, squishy tiefling"
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
*yeah not far.*
They open the door to the tavern, waiting for her to enter.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She walks inside, breathing even more heavily from the exertion. "Thank you."
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.
(Oh, sure you can...) He says teasingly. (There's so many things I love about you Nia...) A definitely teasing grin spreads across his face, and his eyes start sparkling mischievously.
"Would you bandage yourself now? You seem to have little self preservation."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.