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.
Nia holds back some sorta retort, smiling with blush filling her face as she continues singing
Soldaer laughs. You're really blushing now, dear. He says easily, sipping from his glass, barely seeming to notice that he called her "Dear" instead of by name.
Theres a stutter in the singing when he says 'dear'
Soldaer chuckles slightly at her obviously getting flustered. What's wrong, dear? Do we need to go back up to my room and talk? He says teasingly.
She gives a playful glare, We'll talk alright. But later
A wide, playful smile spreads on Soldaer's face. Ok, dear. I look forward to it. He says, somewhat teasingly still, and he winks at her before letting her continue and finish her performance.
After the performance is over, she hops off stage, lightly socking him in his arm
A shiver runs down Yazrin's spine. "Yes. Of course I do."
"Alright, good. Might need you for something later." Riley giggles. "Anyway, what else is up with this place? Who else is there to meet?"
Yazrin grins. "A lot of people. There's actually a pair of Greatwyrms who are getting married tomorrow, at least one other drow, a pair of Twilight elves, some Arachnes, constructs...Basically, if you can think of it, there's either one here or one has been here at some point."
Tasa pulls out a little shot glass, mixes something in it, and drinks it. She looks up and begins to run, nearly three times as fast as the average person. She crosses the distance in a moment rolls her shoulders, smiling at Brisha.
*Brishka, i may have misspelt it.*
They watch her run.
Tasa reaches Brishka and taps their shoulder, still smiling.
"What do you need?" They keep the calm demeanor & still walk on that posture they stood in, at a steady pace.
"Jus' showin' off." She gives them a flirtatious smile and walks inside.
They give her an odd look.
She laughs and sits at a table, putting her iron boots up on the tabletop and setting her shotgun down next to her chair.
They continue to walk off own their own.
Tasa turns to take in the Tavern, inhaling the scents. "Ahhh... been so long since I've smelled a good meal... even longer since I've had one."
They continue to go own their own, as in alone, away from her.
She just sits, before finally sighing and running after Brishka. "Wait! Jus'... can ya tell me about this place?"
"This is a tavern in some place called Entropy, that is all I know."
"Huh. With a name like 'Entropy', ya'd expect something more... dangerous."
"There are quite the people here."
"Yah, but the Sinks were literally a giant garbage yard that kept collapsin' in on itself. This is borin' in comparison."
"You want danger?"
"I want to make those who hurt others pay." All traces of her accent are gone, and anger burns in her eyes as she whispers that.
"There are a few fiends here I believe, & some their that escaped to 'The Veil', oh you you look at that here comes a gremlin now." They walk off as Rāxern, now healed but still bandaged comes near, *you know them either?*
*Umm... Not really. Fire dude, right?*
Tasa sniffs the air. "Nah, he's an arsonist. Don' really care bou' them. And I don' care bou' the devils, unless they've killed innocents."
*He's very much killed innocents, not here but, & he's a Tanar'ri (demon) but yes he uses fire as his main way to inflict pain. here's his intro.*
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.
"Well see you then." Brishka walks off.
Rāxern perks his horned head up, "You talking about me?"
Tasa turns to Raxern. "Have you killed innocents?" Her voice is low as she drinks another shot of the concoction she made. She rolls up her sleeves, revealing gold bracers, and pulls her shotgun off her back.
"I kill anything I can, its fun. What you want to fight?" As he goes on his expression gets more & more insane.
Tasa snarls and loads the shotgun, leveling it at him.
He snarls back as he teleports behind her trying to get her in a choke hold with his sickle out. *roll athletics or acrobatics against this to not be grappled.* 26
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He fails to get a grip & his arms are shoved off of her.
She cracks him upside the head with the but of her shotgun, then stomps on his toes. *I'm assuming they're still in the no-damage field.*
19 to hit with shotgun handle. No damage.
32 with boots. No damage.
*yup, it's like 100 ft from each side of the tavern, & they're in it.*
Both hit, "Ow-wait what the [1gp] that didn't hurt. AHAHAHAHA!" He goes to bite her arm twice
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She grabs him and begins running for the edge of the field. *90 foot speed, so nearly there.*
"LET ME GO [1GP]!" *He does need to be free & focus for a sec to teleport.*
As she nears the edge, she shoves her shotgun barrel beneath his chin. "Last chance. Repent and be seen by a court of law. Continue to fight... and get your head blown off." The specks off blood on her clothing tells which one she would prefer, as does her small, dark grin.
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Tasa pulls out a little shot glass, mixes something in it, and drinks it. She looks up and begins to run, nearly three times as fast as the average person. She crosses the distance in a moment rolls her shoulders, smiling at Brisha.
*Brishka, i may have misspelt it.*
They watch her run.
Tasa reaches Brishka and taps their shoulder, still smiling.
"What do you need?" They keep the calm demeanor & still walk on that posture they stood in, at a steady pace.
"Jus' showin' off." She gives them a flirtatious smile and walks inside.
They give her an odd look.
She laughs and sits at a table, putting her iron boots up on the tabletop and setting her shotgun down next to her chair.
They continue to walk off own their own.
Tasa turns to take in the Tavern, inhaling the scents. "Ahhh... been so long since I've smelled a good meal... even longer since I've had one."
They continue to go own their own, as in alone, away from her.
She just sits, before finally sighing and running after Brishka. "Wait! Jus'... can ya tell me about this place?"
"This is a tavern in some place called Entropy, that is all I know."
"Huh. With a name like 'Entropy', ya'd expect something more... dangerous."
"There are quite the people here."
"Yah, but the Sinks were literally a giant garbage yard that kept collapsin' in on itself. This is borin' in comparison."
"You want danger?"
"I want to make those who hurt others pay." All traces of her accent are gone, and anger burns in her eyes as she whispers that.
"There are a few fiends here I believe, & some their that escaped to 'The Veil', oh you you look at that here comes a gremlin now." They walk off as Rāxern, now healed but still bandaged comes near, *you know them either?*
*Umm... Not really. Fire dude, right?*
Tasa sniffs the air. "Nah, he's an arsonist. Don' really care bou' them. And I don' care bou' the devils, unless they've killed innocents."
*He's very much killed innocents, not here but, & he's a Tanar'ri (demon) but yes he uses fire as his main way to inflict pain. here's his intro.*
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.
"Well see you then." Brishka walks off.
Rāxern perks his horned head up, "You talking about me?"
Tasa turns to Raxern. "Have you killed innocents?" Her voice is low as she drinks another shot of the concoction she made. She rolls up her sleeves, revealing gold bracers, and pulls her shotgun off her back.
"I kill anything I can, its fun. What you want to fight?" As he goes on his expression gets more & more insane.
Tasa snarls and loads the shotgun, leveling it at him.
He snarls back as he teleports behind her trying to get her in a choke hold with his sickle out. *roll athletics or acrobatics against this to not be grappled.* 26
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He fails to get a grip & his arms are shoved off of her.
She cracks him upside the head with the but of her shotgun, then stomps on his toes. *I'm assuming they're still in the no-damage field.*
19 to hit with shotgun handle. No damage.
32 with boots. No damage.
*yup, it's like 100 ft from each side of the tavern, & they're in it.*
Both hit, "Ow-wait what the [1gp] that didn't hurt. AHAHAHAHA!" He goes to bite her arm twice
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She grabs him and begins running for the edge of the field. *90 foot speed, so nearly there.*
"LET ME GO [1GP]!" *He does need to be free & focus for a sec to teleport.*
As she nears the edge, she shoves her shotgun barrel beneath his chin. "Last chance. Repent and be seen by a court of law. Continue to fight... and get your head blown off." The specks off blood on her clothing tells which one she would prefer, as does her small, dark grin.
He teleports onto the roof of the tavern, cuz he's no longer restrained, he does raspberries to her.
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.
Nia holds back some sorta retort, smiling with blush filling her face as she continues singing
Soldaer laughs. You're really blushing now, dear. He says easily, sipping from his glass, barely seeming to notice that he called her "Dear" instead of by name.
Theres a stutter in the singing when he says 'dear'
Soldaer chuckles slightly at her obviously getting flustered. What's wrong, dear? Do we need to go back up to my room and talk? He says teasingly.
She gives a playful glare, We'll talk alright. But later
A wide, playful smile spreads on Soldaer's face. Ok, dear. I look forward to it. He says, somewhat teasingly still, and he winks at her before letting her continue and finish her performance.
After the performance is over, she hops off stage, lightly socking him in his arm
"And what was that for? You told me to either shut up or keep going, and you should've known that I was gonna keep going." he says with a laugh.
*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."
"Hmm. I enjoy the creativity of gnomes; I don't make many new devices, but I do enjoy using the ones I or others make. As for elves, drow have an interesting social construct that seems to be the inverse of many other civilizations; if only they weren't so evil."
"I can see such a thing. I am surprised you didn't list the longevity of Elves, but oh well... Know any magic?"
"Some magic. I can perform rituals, and have some innate casting abilities. However, I usually just use items or hire wizards to cast the big flashy spells."
"I see. Draconic Sorcerer?"
"Hmm? No, as I said, I don't do anything besides rituals?"
"I see... Its nice to meet you, even if we could only talk for so long."
"It's nice to talk to you too. You know, you don't have to be bound by fate... I could help you."
"Mmm... How so? I would rather save your favor, if I could do such a thing although I am curious about such a proposition." They say, intrigued
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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
“Are you one of those princesses that has to stay in their castle all the time and stuff?”
"Unless Im going on a diplomatic thing in another city, or on a vacation or something. But even then, things get very scheduled"
“Ah, sorry.. is that why you left?”
"One of the reasons. Im really just hoping to get more general experience!" She slides her goggles over her eyes
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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)
Tasa (my new character) is about to blow Raxen to bits.
*Description?*
*Rāxern & there's is the tavern blessing.*
*Sorry, can you describe Raxern :,)?*
*here's the demons intro, he's a Tanar'ri btw.*
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.
*Ok cool ty!*
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Tasa pulls out a little shot glass, mixes something in it, and drinks it. She looks up and begins to run, nearly three times as fast as the average person. She crosses the distance in a moment rolls her shoulders, smiling at Brisha.
*Brishka, i may have misspelt it.*
They watch her run.
Tasa reaches Brishka and taps their shoulder, still smiling.
"What do you need?" They keep the calm demeanor & still walk on that posture they stood in, at a steady pace.
"Jus' showin' off." She gives them a flirtatious smile and walks inside.
They give her an odd look.
She laughs and sits at a table, putting her iron boots up on the tabletop and setting her shotgun down next to her chair.
They continue to walk off own their own.
Tasa turns to take in the Tavern, inhaling the scents. "Ahhh... been so long since I've smelled a good meal... even longer since I've had one."
They continue to go own their own, as in alone, away from her.
She just sits, before finally sighing and running after Brishka. "Wait! Jus'... can ya tell me about this place?"
"This is a tavern in some place called Entropy, that is all I know."
"Huh. With a name like 'Entropy', ya'd expect something more... dangerous."
"There are quite the people here."
"Yah, but the Sinks were literally a giant garbage yard that kept collapsin' in on itself. This is borin' in comparison."
"You want danger?"
"I want to make those who hurt others pay." All traces of her accent are gone, and anger burns in her eyes as she whispers that.
"There are a few fiends here I believe, & some their that escaped to 'The Veil', oh you you look at that here comes a gremlin now." They walk off as Rāxern, now healed but still bandaged comes near, *you know them either?*
*Umm... Not really. Fire dude, right?*
Tasa sniffs the air. "Nah, he's an arsonist. Don' really care bou' them. And I don' care bou' the devils, unless they've killed innocents."
*He's very much killed innocents, not here but, & he's a Tanar'ri (demon) but yes he uses fire as his main way to inflict pain. here's his intro.*
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.
"Well see you then." Brishka walks off.
Rāxern perks his horned head up, "You talking about me?"
Tasa turns to Raxern. "Have you killed innocents?" Her voice is low as she drinks another shot of the concoction she made. She rolls up her sleeves, revealing gold bracers, and pulls her shotgun off her back.
"I kill anything I can, its fun. What you want to fight?" As he goes on his expression gets more & more insane.
Tasa snarls and loads the shotgun, leveling it at him.
He snarls back as he teleports behind her trying to get her in a choke hold with his sickle out. *roll athletics or acrobatics against this to not be grappled.* 26
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He fails to get a grip & his arms are shoved off of her.
She cracks him upside the head with the but of her shotgun, then stomps on his toes. *I'm assuming they're still in the no-damage field.*
19 to hit with shotgun handle. No damage.
32 with boots. No damage.
*yup, it's like 100 ft from each side of the tavern, & they're in it.*
Both hit, "Ow-wait what the [1gp] that didn't hurt. AHAHAHAHA!" He goes to bite her arm twice
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She grabs him and begins running for the edge of the field. *90 foot speed, so nearly there.*
"LET ME GO [1GP]!" *He does need to be free & focus for a sec to teleport.*
As she nears the edge, she shoves her shotgun barrel beneath his chin. "Last chance. Repent and be seen by a court of law. Continue to fight... and get your head blown off." The specks off blood on her clothing tells which one she would prefer, as does her small, dark grin.
He teleports onto the roof of the tavern, cuz he's no longer restrained, he does raspberries to her.
Alecto climbs up the tavern, to attempt to push him off
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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
*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."
"Hmm. I enjoy the creativity of gnomes; I don't make many new devices, but I do enjoy using the ones I or others make. As for elves, drow have an interesting social construct that seems to be the inverse of many other civilizations; if only they weren't so evil."
"I can see such a thing. I am surprised you didn't list the longevity of Elves, but oh well... Know any magic?"
"Some magic. I can perform rituals, and have some innate casting abilities. However, I usually just use items or hire wizards to cast the big flashy spells."
"I see. Draconic Sorcerer?"
"Hmm? No, as I said, I don't do anything besides rituals?"
"I see... Its nice to meet you, even if we could only talk for so long."
"It's nice to talk to you too. You know, you don't have to be bound by fate... I could help you."
"Mmm... How so? I would rather save your favor, if I could do such a thing although I am curious about such a proposition." They say, intrigued
"I could likely figure out how to tie your soul to an object, in order to bring you back when you die. Similar to a lich's phylactery, but perfected. After all, the method was made by dragons."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*yup, it's like 100 ft from each side of the tavern, & they're in it.*
Both hit, "Ow-wait what the [1gp] that didn't hurt. AHAHAHAHA!" He goes to bite her arm twice
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He sees the flash of a two headed flail strike him. Make a STR save on a hit.
*21*
Success. A very very large gnoll with black and white striped fur snarls at him in Abyssal. “Stop your scuffling. It’s tiring to watch.”
"Meh meh meh," He clearly not happy, ganged up on him.
“You are childish.” The gnoll huffed. “What form of demon are you?”
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“Are you one of those princesses that has to stay in their castle all the time and stuff?”
"Unless Im going on a diplomatic thing in another city, or on a vacation or something. But even then, things get very scheduled"
“Ah, sorry.. is that why you left?”
"One of the reasons. Im really just hoping to get more general experience!" She slides her goggles over her eyes
“Oooooh goggles! Well, we can go do fun stuff if you want? I have a large pet bat!”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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.
Nia holds back some sorta retort, smiling with blush filling her face as she continues singing
Soldaer laughs. You're really blushing now, dear. He says easily, sipping from his glass, barely seeming to notice that he called her "Dear" instead of by name.
Theres a stutter in the singing when he says 'dear'
Soldaer chuckles slightly at her obviously getting flustered. What's wrong, dear? Do we need to go back up to my room and talk? He says teasingly.
She gives a playful glare, We'll talk alright. But later
A wide, playful smile spreads on Soldaer's face. Ok, dear. I look forward to it. He says, somewhat teasingly still, and he winks at her before letting her continue and finish her performance.
After the performance is over, she hops off stage, lightly socking him in his arm
"And what was that for? You told me to either shut up or keep going, and you should've known that I was gonna keep going." he says with a laugh.
*welp yall can beat up Rāxern tomorrow cuz I have to hop off for today, see you all tomorrow at Rāxerns funeral!*
*Bye!*
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After the performance is over, she hops off stage, lightly socking him in his arm
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
Yazrin grins. "A lot of people. There's actually a pair of Greatwyrms who are getting married tomorrow, at least one other drow, a pair of Twilight elves, some Arachnes, constructs...Basically, if you can think of it, there's either one here or one has been here at some point."
As she nears the edge, she shoves her shotgun barrel beneath his chin. "Last chance. Repent and be seen by a court of law. Continue to fight... and get your head blown off." The specks off blood on her clothing tells which one she would prefer, as does her small, dark grin.
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.
"Meh meh meh," He clearly not happy, ganged up on him.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He teleports onto the roof of the tavern, cuz he's no longer restrained, he does raspberries to her.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"And what was that for? You told me to either shut up or keep going, and you should've known that I was gonna keep going." he says with a laugh.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"One of the reasons. Im really just hoping to get more general experience!" She slides her goggles over her eyes
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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*got little time but recap is Rāxern is attracting everything to beat him up, I love him already.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Mmm... Might join in*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Ok cool ty!*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Alecto climbs up the tavern, to attempt to push him off
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I could likely figure out how to tie your soul to an object, in order to bring you back when you die. Similar to a lich's phylactery, but perfected. After all, the method was made by dragons."
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.
*welp yall can beat up Rāxern tomorrow cuz I have to hop off for today, see you all tomorrow at Rāxerns funeral!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“You are childish.” The gnoll huffed. “What form of demon are you?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Tasa glares at Raxern, determined to eventually bring him to justice, then stalks off, stopping to say thanks to Atemos.
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.
“Oooooh goggles! Well, we can go do fun stuff if you want? I have a large pet bat!”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Be quiet lover boy." SHe says jokingly
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
*Bye!*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ