"Then follow." They walk to the tavern, making sure the new person is still near.
She follows steadily, breathing a bit heavily.
"What wounds do you have?"
"I just cut in my side, broken rib, and few sprained fingers. Take maybe two days to heal with no magic.*
"do you value your clothing or are you trying to preserve it, I can rip it & make a temporary bandage if you allow me."
"I have bandages in pack."
"Then why haven't you used them? do so know to prevent infection."
She held up a small vial of liquid. "I already disinfect before you arrive, I just haven't wrapped yet."
"Once again why haven't you done so? I can more than handle any left over ambushers."
She shook her head. "They already gone, into the black veil. And I wait to wrap until I get settled."
"Then come on." They slightly speed up, to get there but just slow enough so they're not racing ahead.
Marilyn does her best to keep up.
*Skip to when they arrive?*
*yeah not far.*
They open the door to the tavern, waiting for her to enter.
She walks inside, breathing even more heavily from the exertion. "Thank you."
"Would you bandage yourself now? You seem to have little self preservation."
She makes her way to a couch, and lifts up her robes to show her stomach, revealing a rather large gash horizontally along her side. She pours some clear liquid onto it from a vial, and gets some bandages to start wrapping up her midsection.
"Would you care to tell your story or is it to much?"
"It's... I can tell. I live with caravan for most of my life, I studied medicine as chosen profession. Earlier, before I in the forest, we ambushed by greedy men, they... kill family for supplies of all type, food to tools. Suddenly, big portal open and caravan rolled through, where men still take things. When they done, only I alive because I play dead, and they try walk back where portal was, but they disappear into veil instead." She finished wrapping herself up, and let her clothes fall back into place. "And rest you know."
"Criminals," They scoff, "Once again I apologise for your loss, but here, I hope this will do for you to survive." They put 5 gp on the table near the couch.
She nodded thankfully again, accepting the coins."Thank you, I owe you."
"You're welcome." They nod & go off, *into the timewarp.*
*Is Caelum open? I wanted to do some more RP with her as Lysander before Lysander dies*
*Yup. She's talking to the coin, but TIME-WARP! ;D*
Caelum walks up to Lysander. "Hey there. You're not gonna die before the wedding, right?"
*Thanks*
"No... At least I don't think so. I came in on friday, so I will probably die then... It will be weird to reincarnate again. Just hope I don't turn out to be a jerk." They admit. "I will try to make it if I can."
"Good, you seem like a good person."
"I seem, I seem..." They mutter to themselves. "Anyway, who will be minstering the wedding? A priest of Bahumat?"
"Well, in my world, Bahamut is dead... I just realized how awkward this is. My fiancee is a cleric of Bahamut, but Bahamut is dead..."
"I see nothing wrong with that. It just so happens in your world Bahamut doesn't have enough followers to live. You meet such people in the afterlife, although thats not the strangest thing about it... Mmm... I wonder if I will have a funeral before I return." He mutters aloud
Caelum sits still for a while. "I cannot promise to give you a funeral, but I will do my best to ensure you are properly laid to rest."
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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.
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.
,.....Keep going, She says, blushing a little but continueing to play
(Are you sure...? You're already blushing, Nia...) He says teasingly.
Either continue or don't.
Soldaer laughs. (Then I will most certainly continue. Let's start with your voice, shall we? It's more beautiful than any songbird's. You are beautiful, such a tease, and yet rarely afraid of anything, except apparently telling me how you felt. I seen to remember your volunteering to help the wounded when that dragon attacked our village, even though we hadn't driven it off yet. That kind of bravery is amazing, Nia, and very rare. I love every part of you, and wouldn't trade you for the world.) He says this with a completely honest smile on his face, and his eyes glowing with love and affection.
*Welp, it's been fun, got a new character that I can actually exist with, so I look forward to more tomorrow, but for today I must go, my great grandma is practically on her deathbed, so I must visit her.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
They narrow their eyes at her.
"Well, 'e deserved it."
"I have no proof of whether he did or not, so simply, I'll keep an eye on you." They do the 'eyes on you' gesture as they start to walk back to the tavern.
"Well, 'e did this." She holds up her arm, which holds a scar that looks like it would once have been horrible, but is now extremely faint. "Ugh. Damn power."
They stop walking, "Hm?"
"Huh? What was that 'hm' about?" She looks at them suspiciously.
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*Welp, it's been fun, got a new character that I can actually exist with, so I look forward to more tomorrow, but for today I must go, my great grandma is practically on her deathbed, so I must visit her.*
*Oh no! I'm sorry...*
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*Welp, it's been fun, got a new character that I can actually exist with, so I look forward to more tomorrow, but for today I must go, my great grandma is practically on her deathbed, so I must visit her.*
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.
They narrow their eyes at her.
"Well, 'e deserved it."
"I have no proof of whether he did or not, so simply, I'll keep an eye on you." They do the 'eyes on you' gesture as they start to walk back to the tavern.
"Well, 'e did this." She holds up her arm, which holds a scar that looks like it would once have been horrible, but is now extremely faint. "Ugh. Damn power."
They stop walking, "Hm?"
"Huh? What was that 'hm' about?" She looks at them suspiciously.
*Is Caelum open? I wanted to do some more RP with her as Lysander before Lysander dies*
*Yup. She's talking to the coin, but TIME-WARP! ;D*
Caelum walks up to Lysander. "Hey there. You're not gonna die before the wedding, right?"
*Thanks*
"No... At least I don't think so. I came in on friday, so I will probably die then... It will be weird to reincarnate again. Just hope I don't turn out to be a jerk." They admit. "I will try to make it if I can."
"Good, you seem like a good person."
"I seem, I seem..." They mutter to themselves. "Anyway, who will be minstering the wedding? A priest of Bahumat?"
"Well, in my world, Bahamut is dead... I just realized how awkward this is. My fiancee is a cleric of Bahamut, but Bahamut is dead..."
"I see nothing wrong with that. It just so happens in your world Bahamut doesn't have enough followers to live. You meet such people in the afterlife, although thats not the strangest thing about it... Mmm... I wonder if I will have a funeral before I return." He mutters aloud
Caelum sits still for a while. "I cannot promise to give you a funeral, but I will do my best to ensure you are properly laid to rest."
"Thanks, and you don't have to do that for me, I am sure other people will... Mind if we talk about something else?"
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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.
They narrow their eyes at her.
"Well, 'e deserved it."
"I have no proof of whether he did or not, so simply, I'll keep an eye on you." They do the 'eyes on you' gesture as they start to walk back to the tavern.
"Well, 'e did this." She holds up her arm, which holds a scar that looks like it would once have been horrible, but is now extremely faint. "Ugh. Damn power."
They stop walking, "Hm?"
"Huh? What was that 'hm' about?" She looks at them suspiciously.
*sorry missed it*
"It was to this 'Power' you mentioned."
"Oih, Bloodmakin'. I can store my health from one point in time in storage units for use in another point in time. If I store a little each day, I can release it in a massive burst, healin' from even a bullet wound." *See the Mistborn novels; specifically the ones that come after the Catacendre.*
*Is Caelum open? I wanted to do some more RP with her as Lysander before Lysander dies*
*Yup. She's talking to the coin, but TIME-WARP! ;D*
Caelum walks up to Lysander. "Hey there. You're not gonna die before the wedding, right?"
*Thanks*
"No... At least I don't think so. I came in on friday, so I will probably die then... It will be weird to reincarnate again. Just hope I don't turn out to be a jerk." They admit. "I will try to make it if I can."
"Good, you seem like a good person."
"I seem, I seem..." They mutter to themselves. "Anyway, who will be minstering the wedding? A priest of Bahumat?"
"Well, in my world, Bahamut is dead... I just realized how awkward this is. My fiancee is a cleric of Bahamut, but Bahamut is dead..."
"I see nothing wrong with that. It just so happens in your world Bahamut doesn't have enough followers to live. You meet such people in the afterlife, although thats not the strangest thing about it... Mmm... I wonder if I will have a funeral before I return." He mutters aloud
Caelum sits still for a while. "I cannot promise to give you a funeral, but I will do my best to ensure you are properly laid to rest."
"Thanks, and you don't have to do that for me, I am sure other people will... Mind if we talk about something else?"
"Sure."
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*Welp, it's been fun, got a new character that I can actually exist with, so I look forward to more tomorrow, but for today I must go, my great grandma is practically on her deathbed, so I must visit her.*
*I...actually understand very well. My Grandfather, who was more like a second father to me, passed late in August. I'm still getting out of the depression that sent me into. I'm sorry you're going through this Overkill, and wish I could do something to help...*
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Rāxern is finally conscious, covered in dry blood and ichor, now taking out broken arrows in him, still in pain.
Alexander looking around the tavern, visible to all, keeping his book near him.
Brishka is talking with others.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Yossele/Meroving walks over and waves Hi, Ettor. How has it been?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Alecto waves. "Who might you be?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Oh, that's a familiar voice. Hey, Mero, it's been good, you?
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"You're welcome." They nod & go off, *into the timewarp.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Caelum sits still for a while. "I cannot promise to give you a funeral, but I will do my best to ensure you are properly laid to rest."
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.
Barachiel is debating whether or not to kill Lysander, whoever that is.
Scill is fostering a saproling.
Paris is forging something.
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.
Soldaer laughs. (Then I will most certainly continue. Let's start with your voice, shall we? It's more beautiful than any songbird's. You are beautiful, such a tease, and yet rarely afraid of anything, except apparently telling me how you felt. I seen to remember your volunteering to help the wounded when that dragon attacked our village, even though we hadn't driven it off yet. That kind of bravery is amazing, Nia, and very rare. I love every part of you, and wouldn't trade you for the world.) He says this with a completely honest smile on his face, and his eyes glowing with love and affection.
*Welp, it's been fun, got a new character that I can actually exist with, so I look forward to more tomorrow, but for today I must go, my great grandma is practically on her deathbed, so I must visit her.*
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.
*They're a ghost of a Wood elf wearing an older style Bard outfit*
"Alexander, you?" His voice sounds like it's in your head & coming from him at the same time, but still distinguishable as sound from him.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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.
Good, learnt some of my past but still more to uncover.... What happened to your arm?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Oh no! I'm sorry...*
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.
Alecto. How is being a ghost?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*oh, I'm sorry for you, goodbye!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*sorry missed it*
"It was to this 'Power' you mentioned."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Thanks, and you don't have to do that for me, I am sure other people will... Mind if we talk about something else?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Oih, Bloodmakin'. I can store my health from one point in time in storage units for use in another point in time. If I store a little each day, I can release it in a massive burst, healin' from even a bullet wound." *See the Mistborn novels; specifically the ones that come after the Catacendre.*
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.
"Sure."
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.
*I...actually understand very well. My Grandfather, who was more like a second father to me, passed late in August. I'm still getting out of the depression that sent me into. I'm sorry you're going through this Overkill, and wish I could do something to help...*