Stroth is outside. He is holding a sword of some sorts with infernal runes on it. He cuts the palm of his hand and lets beads of blood drip into a vial.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I've got to go in like 6 minutes, but I'll see if I can squeak some rp out with ya.*
Ettor is drinking some coffee.
Marilyn has finished bandaging herself.
-forgot who I had as third-
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.
Alecto waves. "Who might you be?"
*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.
Alecto. How is being a ghost?
"It has its perks, reason you can't talk with your voice? Y'know, like you did a second ago." He floats up, having the book hover over to a nearby table to be set down.
*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."
"Mmm... Favorite species of humanoid?"
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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.*
"Hmm, well I'm sure that's convenient." They stare off past the tavern.
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.
*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."
"Mmm... Favorite species of humanoid?"
"To eat or in general? Just kidding. Elves or gnomes, probably."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
You may soon learn that I rarely am. If someone can't figure out something on their own, why should I tell it to them?
They shurg. common courtesy?
It's not as common as you might think.
Sure, but the principle still stands
Perhaps in your eyes it does. But information is a currency I distribute seldom, and never without something in return.
Mmm... So if I tell you my life, you will tell me yours?
No offense intended, but I believe your life story is far more brief and far less costly than mine.
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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.*
"Hmm, well I'm sure that's convenient." They stare off past the tavern.
"Well, I can run outta health eventually... and it only helps me." She also stares off, lost in thought.
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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?
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*I've got to go in like 6 minutes, but I'll see if I can squeak some rp out with ya.*
Ettor is drinking some coffee.
Marilyn has finished bandaging herself.
-forgot who I had as third-
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.
Alecto waves. "Who might you be?"
*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.
Alecto. How is being a ghost?
"It has its perks, reason you can't talk with your voice? Y'know, like you did a second ago." He floats up, having the book hover over to a nearby table to be set down.
Because I would rather hear a voice in one place then in two. How did you die? If I may ask
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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
Lore is outside. She is napping in a field of golden poppies.
Stroth is outside. He is holding a sword of some sorts with infernal runes on it. He cuts the palm of his hand and lets beads of blood drip into a vial.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*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."
"Mmm... Favorite species of humanoid?"
"To eat or in general? Just kidding. Elves or gnomes, probably."
"I see. What subrace? I enjoy Elves, but gnomes are a bit much for me."
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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
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 is outside. He is holding a sword of some sorts with infernal runes on it. He cuts the palm of his hand and lets beads of blood drip into a vial.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It has its perks, reason you can't talk with your voice? Y'know, like you did a second ago." He floats up, having the book hover over to a nearby table to be set down.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Mmm... Favorite species of humanoid?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Hmm, well I'm sure that's convenient." They stare off past the tavern.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Barachiel is looking for Lysander.
Scill is fostering a saproling.
[Insert cool character idea.]
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.
"To eat or in general? Just kidding. Elves or gnomes, probably."
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.
No offense intended, but I believe your life story is far more brief and far less costly than mine.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Well, I can run outta health eventually... and it only helps me." She also stares off, lost in thought.
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.
*Hello!*
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*Summary of the past forty five pages?*
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Because I would rather hear a voice in one place then in two. How did you die? If I may ask
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lysander is writing inside the tavern
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Hello/Salve!*
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.
Lore is outside. She is napping in a field of golden poppies.
Stroth is outside. He is holding a sword of some sorts with infernal runes on it. He cuts the palm of his hand and lets beads of blood drip into a vial.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Bunch of new characters, including Tasa Renondel (one of mine).*
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.
Gust is leaning back in a chair, "You with the wings, whatcha doing?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I see. What subrace? I enjoy Elves, but gnomes are a bit much for me."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*And Soldaer has a girlfriend.*
Barachiel looks over. "I may be hired to kill you."
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.
Mmm... The problem is I don't remember much of mine.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now