You see a silver tabaxi stride up to you "Hi there! whatcha eating?"
Soldaer looks up from his plate. "Hello." He says, obviously still a little tired. "Waffles, something called hash browns, and some eggs." He looks over at the glass next to him, which holds some sort of bright red liquid that smells strongly of alcohol and cinnamon. "Oh, and Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He looks back over at the tabaxi. "I'm Soldaer, by the way. Who might you be?"
"ooh! waffles! and hash browns and eggs!? they must have a wonderful chef here! I must talk to them later! and i'm Leaping Bite but you can just call me Bite!" he says franticly waving for a server
*will need to phase characters if TTB or Cyno get on, you can also ask for me to pause a character for another of mine if you want to interact with them.*
Stroth was sleeping on the couch in the library. many books sat around him in piles as unseen servants wandered around, putting them away. Stroth was knocked out and snoring heavily, his eyes held dark circles under them, clearly this man was extremely tired.
Lore was outside. She was dressed in a white blouse with blue flower design curling up the sleeves, a pair of black leggings, and a thin white coat tied around her waist. She was with Nicky and Elmo, trekking through the woods in search of..... something. She had her book, a map, and a bag of gardening and herbalist tools.
Gust is walking in the forest, footsteps heard.
Lore looks up and waves
They still 'look' at the ground, waving back, "Hello!"
She stands up and brushes the dust and dirt off of her. "Who are you?"
"Gust, you?" They lean against a nearby tree.
"Im lore" she said and picked up nicky who was squirming as Elmo ran around randomly
They chuckle at the dogs, "so what are you doing out here?"
"Checking something about crystal growth"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
You see a silver tabaxi stride up to you "Hi there! whatcha eating?"
Soldaer looks up from his plate. "Hello." He says, obviously still a little tired. "Waffles, something called hash browns, and some eggs." He looks over at the glass next to him, which holds some sort of bright red liquid that smells strongly of alcohol and cinnamon. "Oh, and Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He looks back over at the tabaxi. "I'm Soldaer, by the way. Who might you be?"
"ooh! waffles! and hash browns and eggs!? they must have a wonderful chef here! I must talk to them later! and i'm Leaping Bite but you can just call me Bite!" he says franticly waving for a server
Soldaer chuckles rather sleepily at Bite's antics. "Well, welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World. You can probably get just about any food or drink you want here, although they don't exactly get the ones from my homeworld right." He furrows his brow. "Luckily I have a decent amount in my private stock in my room."
*will need to phase characters if TTB or Cyno get on, you can also ask for me to pause a character for another of mine if you want to interact with them.*
Stroth was sleeping on the couch in the library. many books sat around him in piles as unseen servants wandered around, putting them away. Stroth was knocked out and snoring heavily, his eyes held dark circles under them, clearly this man was extremely tired.
Lore was outside. She was dressed in a white blouse with blue flower design curling up the sleeves, a pair of black leggings, and a thin white coat tied around her waist. She was with Nicky and Elmo, trekking through the woods in search of..... something. She had her book, a map, and a bag of gardening and herbalist tools.
Gust is walking in the forest, footsteps heard.
Lore looks up and waves
They still 'look' at the ground, waving back, "Hello!"
She stands up and brushes the dust and dirt off of her. "Who are you?"
"Gust, you?" They lean against a nearby tree.
"Im lore" she said and picked up nicky who was squirming as Elmo ran around randomly
They chuckle at the dogs, "so what are you doing out here?"
"Checking something about crystal growth"
"Crystal growth? Guess it's magic or something because we aren't in a cave."
You see a silver tabaxi stride up to you "Hi there! whatcha eating?"
Soldaer looks up from his plate. "Hello." He says, obviously still a little tired. "Waffles, something called hash browns, and some eggs." He looks over at the glass next to him, which holds some sort of bright red liquid that smells strongly of alcohol and cinnamon. "Oh, and Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He looks back over at the tabaxi. "I'm Soldaer, by the way. Who might you be?"
"ooh! waffles! and hash browns and eggs!? they must have a wonderful chef here! I must talk to them later! and i'm Leaping Bite but you can just call me Bite!" he says franticly waving for a server
Soldaer chuckles rather sleepily at Bite's antics. "Well, welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World. You can probably get just about any food or drink you want here, although they don't exactly get the ones from my homeworld right." He furrows his brow. "Luckily I have a decent amount in my private stock in my room."
"Ooh! I do love privet stash's!" he says before quickly ordering food from a waiter "Do you cook? I love cooking! I'm also not very good at cooking! but thats ok!"
*will need to phase characters if TTB or Cyno get on, you can also ask for me to pause a character for another of mine if you want to interact with them.*
Stroth was sleeping on the couch in the library. many books sat around him in piles as unseen servants wandered around, putting them away. Stroth was knocked out and snoring heavily, his eyes held dark circles under them, clearly this man was extremely tired.
Lore was outside. She was dressed in a white blouse with blue flower design curling up the sleeves, a pair of black leggings, and a thin white coat tied around her waist. She was with Nicky and Elmo, trekking through the woods in search of..... something. She had her book, a map, and a bag of gardening and herbalist tools.
Gust is walking in the forest, footsteps heard.
Lore looks up and waves
They still 'look' at the ground, waving back, "Hello!"
She stands up and brushes the dust and dirt off of her. "Who are you?"
"Gust, you?" They lean against a nearby tree.
"Im lore" she said and picked up nicky who was squirming as Elmo ran around randomly
They chuckle at the dogs, "so what are you doing out here?"
"Checking something about crystal growth"
"Crystal growth? Guess it's magic or something because we aren't in a cave."
"I suppose" she said and opened her book, which floated in mid-air as she wrote in it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
*will need to phase characters if TTB or Cyno get on, you can also ask for me to pause a character for another of mine if you want to interact with them.*
Stroth was sleeping on the couch in the library. many books sat around him in piles as unseen servants wandered around, putting them away. Stroth was knocked out and snoring heavily, his eyes held dark circles under them, clearly this man was extremely tired.
Lore was outside. She was dressed in a white blouse with blue flower design curling up the sleeves, a pair of black leggings, and a thin white coat tied around her waist. She was with Nicky and Elmo, trekking through the woods in search of..... something. She had her book, a map, and a bag of gardening and herbalist tools.
Gust is walking in the forest, footsteps heard.
Lore looks up and waves
They still 'look' at the ground, waving back, "Hello!"
She stands up and brushes the dust and dirt off of her. "Who are you?"
"Gust, you?" They lean against a nearby tree.
"Im lore" she said and picked up nicky who was squirming as Elmo ran around randomly
They chuckle at the dogs, "so what are you doing out here?"
"Checking something about crystal growth"
"Crystal growth? Guess it's magic or something because we aren't in a cave."
"I suppose" she said and opened her book, which floated in mid-air as she wrote in it.
*will need to phase characters if TTB or Cyno get on, you can also ask for me to pause a character for another of mine if you want to interact with them.*
Stroth was sleeping on the couch in the library. many books sat around him in piles as unseen servants wandered around, putting them away. Stroth was knocked out and snoring heavily, his eyes held dark circles under them, clearly this man was extremely tired.
Lore was outside. She was dressed in a white blouse with blue flower design curling up the sleeves, a pair of black leggings, and a thin white coat tied around her waist. She was with Nicky and Elmo, trekking through the woods in search of..... something. She had her book, a map, and a bag of gardening and herbalist tools.
Gust is walking in the forest, footsteps heard.
Lore looks up and waves
They still 'look' at the ground, waving back, "Hello!"
She stands up and brushes the dust and dirt off of her. "Who are you?"
"Gust, you?" They lean against a nearby tree.
"Im lore" she said and picked up nicky who was squirming as Elmo ran around randomly
They chuckle at the dogs, "so what are you doing out here?"
"Checking something about crystal growth"
"Crystal growth? Guess it's magic or something because we aren't in a cave."
"I suppose" she said and opened her book, which floated in mid-air as she wrote in it.
"So why do you need to investigate this?"
"I know magical energy is common here, but enough energy to form crystal growth of pure magic is a little concerning"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
You see a silver tabaxi stride up to you "Hi there! whatcha eating?"
Soldaer looks up from his plate. "Hello." He says, obviously still a little tired. "Waffles, something called hash browns, and some eggs." He looks over at the glass next to him, which holds some sort of bright red liquid that smells strongly of alcohol and cinnamon. "Oh, and Desmianian Fire Whiskey." He looks back over at the tabaxi. "I'm Soldaer, by the way. Who might you be?"
"ooh! waffles! and hash browns and eggs!? they must have a wonderful chef here! I must talk to them later! and i'm Leaping Bite but you can just call me Bite!" he says franticly waving for a server
Soldaer chuckles rather sleepily at Bite's antics. "Well, welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World. You can probably get just about any food or drink you want here, although they don't exactly get the ones from my homeworld right." He furrows his brow. "Luckily I have a decent amount in my private stock in my room."
"Ooh! I do love privet stash's!" he says before quickly ordering food from a waiter "Do you cook? I love cooking! I'm also not very good at cooking! but thats ok!"
Soldaer smiles slightly. "Not really. I was referring to the drinks in terms of my private stock. You won't be finding proper Fire Whiskey here outside of my stock." He says with a chuckle.
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"ooh! waffles! and hash browns and eggs!? they must have a wonderful chef here! I must talk to them later! and i'm Leaping Bite but you can just call me Bite!" he says franticly waving for a server
I'm singing in the rain!
just singing in the rain!
what a glorious feeling!
i'm happy again!
You can find me as Leaping bite (Bite) and Freyles at the tavern at the end of the world!
"Checking something about crystal growth"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It's okay. Not your fault."
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.
*Wait, are we on the roof?*
"Hello ghost."
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(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 chuckles rather sleepily at Bite's antics. "Well, welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World. You can probably get just about any food or drink you want here, although they don't exactly get the ones from my homeworld right." He furrows his brow. "Luckily I have a decent amount in my private stock in my room."
"Crystal growth? Guess it's magic or something because we aren't in a cave."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Phantom shrugs. "I know it's not my fault, but I can still be sorry that it happened."
*I want to make a basic artificer artillerist. someone simple and basic but dangerous*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
* "Scill is napping on the roof."-You *
"Hi," He seems shaken.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Ooh! I do love privet stash's!" he says before quickly ordering food from a waiter "Do you cook? I love cooking! I'm also not very good at cooking! but thats ok!"
I'm singing in the rain!
just singing in the rain!
what a glorious feeling!
i'm happy again!
You can find me as Leaping bite (Bite) and Freyles at the tavern at the end of the world!
"I suppose" she said and opened her book, which floated in mid-air as she wrote in it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I know, I mean you don't have to pity."
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.
*go ahead!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Right.*
"You alright there?" Scill sits up and puts a cover on his flower.
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.
"So why do you need to investigate this?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Phantom chuckles. "Not pity. Sympathy."
"SINCE WHEN ARE THERE PEOPLE THAT CAN KILL GHOSTS HERE!?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I know magical energy is common here, but enough energy to form crystal growth of pure magic is a little concerning"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hey. People live under threat of death all the time. I'm sure you'll be all right."
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 smiles slightly. "Not really. I was referring to the drinks in terms of my private stock. You won't be finding proper Fire Whiskey here outside of my stock." He says with a chuckle.