A bloodied and battered soldier in plat armor enters the Tavern.
Love curiously looked over.
He takes a few steps before faltering, taking a knee and heaving over. Each breath he takes is heavy and harsh.
Love looked for a few more moments before walking over and offering a hand.
He tentatively reaches up and takes her hand, but is too weak to stand.
She helps him up and drags him to the nearest seat.
After being placed in a seat, he sluggishly removes his helmet, revealing a grim face. Blood streams down his forehead across his nose and cheeks down to his chin. He has a trimmed beard and mustache and sterling blue eyes. His hair is dirty blond and dark brown. "Thank...thank you..."
Love took a seat across from him. "Well, it didn't look like anyone else was going to help, so I figured I might as well."
"I appreciate it." He clutches his gut before coughing, blood splattering into his vambrace. "Agh...I need...I need...more assistance, if you will."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Soldaer is sitting and eating breakfast, drinking a glass filled with some sort of bright red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon.
*Eeenie meeenie minie, oh who am i kidding*
Nia covers his eyes from behind, "I would say guess who, but you already know my voice."
Soldaer laughs. "Hello dear. Sleep well?"
"Yep. As i've said before, very comfy." She says, moving her hands from his eyes
He grabs one of her hands, and kisses it. "Why thank you, dear." He says with a chuckle. "Are you going to join me for breakfast?"
"Yep," She smiles, quickly kissing his cheek then moving around to the chair across from him
Soldaer smiles. "Well, they have just about anything you'd like, although I had to grab this," He gestures to the glass, "from my stock."
"I'm 80% sure that you aren't a vampire, so i'm guessing thats wine."
Soldaer laughs and shakes his head. "Correct on your first assessment, but wrong on the second." Even from where she's sitting, she can tell it smells rather strongly of cinnamon and another rather familiar spice: Flameblossom seed.
"Flameblossom? Careful, that stuff can be really addicting."
"Got the right spice, but not it's quality." Soldaer laughs. "The addictive one is Cindertree berry."
"Dang, knew i should've studied my spices more."
Soldaer laughs. "What do you expect? I'm a druid and ranger, remember? I'm gonna know my plants!"
She sighs, "Thats fair. Thought i would be better, but all my knowledge is urban."
Soldaer chuckles. "You always did like staying in the cities, didn't you?"
"Nature was spooky, and i didn't like bugs."
Soldaer laughs, before continuing to eat and finishes off his breakfast. "You realize that Phantom's wedding is today, right dear?"
"Yep. I'm not sure what to wear, never been to a fancy wedding before."
Soldaer chuckles. "You know Phantom. He'll just be happy to see you. As for what to wear, whatever your nicest outfit is. Remember, you're the date for the Crown Prince of our homeland." He says with a wink.
"Pfft, ok mister prince. I'll see what i can scrounge up."
Soldaer laughs. "You know I don't really care what you wear, dear. I'm just glad you're here and going with me." He says, a familiar twinkle in his eyes.
"Alright flatterer."
Soldaer stands up. "C'mon though. We should get ready. Phantom's already asking where we are." He says, laughing.
"Alright. lets get dressed," She says, standing and stretching
Soldaer takes her hand, and leads her back upstairs. "Now, here's the real question, should I wear my crown or not?" He asks, somewhat mischievously.
"Pffft, no that would be rude."
Soldaer chuckles. "Fair enough." He opens the door/wall to his room. "You use the bathroom and I'll get ready out here." He says, giving her a quick kiss.
Soldaer is sitting and eating breakfast, drinking a glass filled with some sort of bright red liquor that smells strongly of cinnamon.
*Eeenie meeenie minie, oh who am i kidding*
Nia covers his eyes from behind, "I would say guess who, but you already know my voice."
Soldaer laughs. "Hello dear. Sleep well?"
"Yep. As i've said before, very comfy." She says, moving her hands from his eyes
He grabs one of her hands, and kisses it. "Why thank you, dear." He says with a chuckle. "Are you going to join me for breakfast?"
"Yep," She smiles, quickly kissing his cheek then moving around to the chair across from him
Soldaer smiles. "Well, they have just about anything you'd like, although I had to grab this," He gestures to the glass, "from my stock."
"I'm 80% sure that you aren't a vampire, so i'm guessing thats wine."
Soldaer laughs and shakes his head. "Correct on your first assessment, but wrong on the second." Even from where she's sitting, she can tell it smells rather strongly of cinnamon and another rather familiar spice: Flameblossom seed.
"Flameblossom? Careful, that stuff can be really addicting."
"Got the right spice, but not it's quality." Soldaer laughs. "The addictive one is Cindertree berry."
"Dang, knew i should've studied my spices more."
Soldaer laughs. "What do you expect? I'm a druid and ranger, remember? I'm gonna know my plants!"
She sighs, "Thats fair. Thought i would be better, but all my knowledge is urban."
Soldaer chuckles. "You always did like staying in the cities, didn't you?"
"Nature was spooky, and i didn't like bugs."
Soldaer laughs, before continuing to eat and finishes off his breakfast. "You realize that Phantom's wedding is today, right dear?"
"Yep. I'm not sure what to wear, never been to a fancy wedding before."
Soldaer chuckles. "You know Phantom. He'll just be happy to see you. As for what to wear, whatever your nicest outfit is. Remember, you're the date for the Crown Prince of our homeland." He says with a wink.
"Pfft, ok mister prince. I'll see what i can scrounge up."
Soldaer laughs. "You know I don't really care what you wear, dear. I'm just glad you're here and going with me." He says, a familiar twinkle in his eyes.
"Alright flatterer."
Soldaer stands up. "C'mon though. We should get ready. Phantom's already asking where we are." He says, laughing.
"Alright. lets get dressed," She says, standing and stretching
Soldaer takes her hand, and leads her back upstairs. "Now, here's the real question, should I wear my crown or not?" He asks, somewhat mischievously.
"Pffft, no that would be rude."
Soldaer chuckles. "Fair enough." He opens the door/wall to his room. "You use the bathroom and I'll get ready out here." He says, giving her a quick kiss.
Sharlene stood up and held Penny by her ankle. "You sure 'bout that?"
"Y e P" she said and clicked her tongue
*Penny's head would be laying on the floor, XD*
Sharlene pulled her up a bit, moving her hand to holding Penny's knee. "It wasn't."
Penny tries to stand up and regain balance. "Let me go love"
Sharlene threw her up and dropped her on the couch. Before Penny could sit up, Sharlene crawled on top of her and held her down. "I want to hear you say it wasn't."
*-visible confusion-*
Penny narrowed her eyes "You can't change how i feel about it"
*Like, tossed up into the air.*
Sharlene narrowed her eyes right back. "The first step is admitting it wasn't. Then your feeling will change a bit after."
Penny reaches forward and pulls sharlene's head down "Mn." she said, kissing her
*Sharlene: But... I wanted to do that...*
*Penny: You snooze, you lose.*
Sharlene fell into the kiss, obviously forgetting what she was doing momentarily.
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Sharlene stood up and held Penny by her ankle. "You sure 'bout that?"
"Y e P" she said and clicked her tongue
*Penny's head would be laying on the floor, XD*
Sharlene pulled her up a bit, moving her hand to holding Penny's knee. "It wasn't."
Penny tries to stand up and regain balance. "Let me go love"
Sharlene threw her up and dropped her on the couch. Before Penny could sit up, Sharlene crawled on top of her and held her down. "I want to hear you say it wasn't."
*-visible confusion-*
Penny narrowed her eyes "You can't change how i feel about it"
*Like, tossed up into the air.*
Sharlene narrowed her eyes right back. "The first step is admitting it wasn't. Then your feeling will change a bit after."
Penny reaches forward and pulls sharlene's head down "Mn." she said, kissing her
*Sharlene: But... I wanted to do that...*
*Penny: You snooze, you lose.*
Sharlene fell into the kiss, obviously forgetting what she was doing momentarily.
Penny chuckles a bit, pulling back and smiling warmly "Been wantin to do that"
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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.
A bloodied and battered soldier in plat armor enters the Tavern.
Love curiously looked over.
He takes a few steps before faltering, taking a knee and heaving over. Each breath he takes is heavy and harsh.
Love looked for a few more moments before walking over and offering a hand.
He tentatively reaches up and takes her hand, but is too weak to stand.
She helps him up and drags him to the nearest seat.
After being placed in a seat, he sluggishly removes his helmet, revealing a grim face. Blood streams down his forehead across his nose and cheeks down to his chin. He has a trimmed beard and mustache and sterling blue eyes. His hair is dirty blond and dark brown. "Thank...thank you..."
Love took a seat across from him. "Well, it didn't look like anyone else was going to help, so I figured I might as well."
"I appreciate it." He clutches his gut before coughing, blood splattering into his vambrace. "Agh...I need...I need...more assistance, if you will."
"I"m afraid I'm not much of a doctor, medicine isn't my strong suit." Suddenly, someone in a plague doctor suit comes rushing downstairs, carrying a duffel bag. They run over and places it on the table, breathing heavily a bit. "I... am happy... to help... sir." Marilyn gasps out.
A bloodied and battered soldier in plat armor enters the Tavern.
Love curiously looked over.
He takes a few steps before faltering, taking a knee and heaving over. Each breath he takes is heavy and harsh.
Love looked for a few more moments before walking over and offering a hand.
He tentatively reaches up and takes her hand, but is too weak to stand.
She helps him up and drags him to the nearest seat.
After being placed in a seat, he sluggishly removes his helmet, revealing a grim face. Blood streams down his forehead across his nose and cheeks down to his chin. He has a trimmed beard and mustache and sterling blue eyes. His hair is dirty blond and dark brown. "Thank...thank you..."
Love took a seat across from him. "Well, it didn't look like anyone else was going to help, so I figured I might as well."
"I appreciate it." He clutches his gut before coughing, blood splattering into his vambrace. "Agh...I need...I need...more assistance, if you will."
"I"m afraid I'm not much of a doctor, medicine isn't my strong suit." Suddenly, someone in a plague donctor suit comes rushing downstairs, carrying a duffel bag. They run over and places it on the table, breathing heavily a bit. "I... am happy... to help... sir." Marilyn gasps out.
"All...all I need...is a...a flask of...a flash of..." The knight coughs a few times and passes out.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Sharlene stood up and held Penny by her ankle. "You sure 'bout that?"
"Y e P" she said and clicked her tongue
*Penny's head would be laying on the floor, XD*
Sharlene pulled her up a bit, moving her hand to holding Penny's knee. "It wasn't."
Penny tries to stand up and regain balance. "Let me go love"
Sharlene threw her up and dropped her on the couch. Before Penny could sit up, Sharlene crawled on top of her and held her down. "I want to hear you say it wasn't."
*-visible confusion-*
Penny narrowed her eyes "You can't change how i feel about it"
*Like, tossed up into the air.*
Sharlene narrowed her eyes right back. "The first step is admitting it wasn't. Then your feeling will change a bit after."
Penny reaches forward and pulls sharlene's head down "Mn." she said, kissing her
*Sharlene: But... I wanted to do that...*
*Penny: You snooze, you lose.*
Sharlene fell into the kiss, obviously forgetting what she was doing momentarily.
Penny chuckles a bit, pulling back and smiling warmly "Been wantin to do that"
Sharlene sighs. "You're lucky I did, too."
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Sharlene stood up and held Penny by her ankle. "You sure 'bout that?"
"Y e P" she said and clicked her tongue
*Penny's head would be laying on the floor, XD*
Sharlene pulled her up a bit, moving her hand to holding Penny's knee. "It wasn't."
Penny tries to stand up and regain balance. "Let me go love"
Sharlene threw her up and dropped her on the couch. Before Penny could sit up, Sharlene crawled on top of her and held her down. "I want to hear you say it wasn't."
*-visible confusion-*
Penny narrowed her eyes "You can't change how i feel about it"
*Like, tossed up into the air.*
Sharlene narrowed her eyes right back. "The first step is admitting it wasn't. Then your feeling will change a bit after."
Penny reaches forward and pulls sharlene's head down "Mn." she said, kissing her
*Sharlene: But... I wanted to do that...*
*Penny: You snooze, you lose.*
Sharlene fell into the kiss, obviously forgetting what she was doing momentarily.
Penny chuckles a bit, pulling back and smiling warmly "Been wantin to do that"
Sharlene sighs. "You're lucky I did, too."
"Hmph" she said, laughing to herself
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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.
A bloodied and battered soldier in plat armor enters the Tavern.
Love curiously looked over.
He takes a few steps before faltering, taking a knee and heaving over. Each breath he takes is heavy and harsh.
Love looked for a few more moments before walking over and offering a hand.
He tentatively reaches up and takes her hand, but is too weak to stand.
She helps him up and drags him to the nearest seat.
After being placed in a seat, he sluggishly removes his helmet, revealing a grim face. Blood streams down his forehead across his nose and cheeks down to his chin. He has a trimmed beard and mustache and sterling blue eyes. His hair is dirty blond and dark brown. "Thank...thank you..."
Love took a seat across from him. "Well, it didn't look like anyone else was going to help, so I figured I might as well."
"I appreciate it." He clutches his gut before coughing, blood splattering into his vambrace. "Agh...I need...I need...more assistance, if you will."
"I"m afraid I'm not much of a doctor, medicine isn't my strong suit." Suddenly, someone in a plague donctor suit comes rushing downstairs, carrying a duffel bag. They run over and places it on the table, breathing heavily a bit. "I... am happy... to help... sir." Marilyn gasps out.
"All...all I need...is a...a flask of...a flash of..." The knight coughs a few times and passes out.
Marilyn shoves everything off the table and pulls his body up onto it, checking him over for his specific wounds or to determine his exact condition. Love stumbles back, surprised by Marilyn's sudden appearance.
Medicine: 21
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Sharlene stood up and held Penny by her ankle. "You sure 'bout that?"
"Y e P" she said and clicked her tongue
*Penny's head would be laying on the floor, XD*
Sharlene pulled her up a bit, moving her hand to holding Penny's knee. "It wasn't."
Penny tries to stand up and regain balance. "Let me go love"
Sharlene threw her up and dropped her on the couch. Before Penny could sit up, Sharlene crawled on top of her and held her down. "I want to hear you say it wasn't."
*-visible confusion-*
Penny narrowed her eyes "You can't change how i feel about it"
*Like, tossed up into the air.*
Sharlene narrowed her eyes right back. "The first step is admitting it wasn't. Then your feeling will change a bit after."
Penny reaches forward and pulls sharlene's head down "Mn." she said, kissing her
*Sharlene: But... I wanted to do that...*
*Penny: You snooze, you lose.*
Sharlene fell into the kiss, obviously forgetting what she was doing momentarily.
Penny chuckles a bit, pulling back and smiling warmly "Been wantin to do that"
Sharlene sighs. "You're lucky I did, too."
"Hmph" she said, laughing to herself
Sharlene menacingly chuckled. "Now..." She clapped her hand over Penny's mouth. "... you won't get it again if you don't agree that it wasn't your fault, understand?"
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A bloodied and battered soldier in plat armor enters the Tavern.
Love curiously looked over.
He takes a few steps before faltering, taking a knee and heaving over. Each breath he takes is heavy and harsh.
Love looked for a few more moments before walking over and offering a hand.
He tentatively reaches up and takes her hand, but is too weak to stand.
She helps him up and drags him to the nearest seat.
After being placed in a seat, he sluggishly removes his helmet, revealing a grim face. Blood streams down his forehead across his nose and cheeks down to his chin. He has a trimmed beard and mustache and sterling blue eyes. His hair is dirty blond and dark brown. "Thank...thank you..."
Love took a seat across from him. "Well, it didn't look like anyone else was going to help, so I figured I might as well."
"I appreciate it." He clutches his gut before coughing, blood splattering into his vambrace. "Agh...I need...I need...more assistance, if you will."
"I"m afraid I'm not much of a doctor, medicine isn't my strong suit." Suddenly, someone in a plague donctor suit comes rushing downstairs, carrying a duffel bag. They run over and places it on the table, breathing heavily a bit. "I... am happy... to help... sir." Marilyn gasps out.
"All...all I need...is a...a flask of...a flash of..." The knight coughs a few times and passes out.
Marilyn shoves everything off the table and pulls his body up onto it, checking him over for his specific wounds or to determine his exact condition. Love stumbles back, surprised by Marilyn's sudden appearance.
Medicine: 17
He has taken several arrows to his back that managed to pierce his armor. There are a few slashing and stabbing wounds on his stomach and there are several dents over his armor will reveal broken bones and blunt force trauma wounds if the armor is removed. This guy went through a serious beating.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"I appreciate it." He clutches his gut before coughing, blood splattering into his vambrace. "Agh...I need...I need...more assistance, if you will."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Hunter makes a noise very similar to a laugh,
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
"Ok hon." *Aaaand transition to the PM*
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
"come to butthead"
The blush returns along with him going invisible after, now clear that its involuntary.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Yep!*
*Sharlene: But... I wanted to do that...*
*Penny: You snooze, you lose.*
Sharlene fell into the kiss, obviously forgetting what she was doing momentarily.
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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.
Lore wheezes "What was that?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Penny chuckles a bit, pulling back and smiling warmly "Been wantin to do that"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Scill continues to smile and lays down again.
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.
"I"m afraid I'm not much of a doctor, medicine isn't my strong suit." Suddenly, someone in a plague doctor suit comes rushing downstairs, carrying a duffel bag. They run over and places it on the table, breathing heavily a bit. "I... am happy... to help... sir." Marilyn gasps out.
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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.
"All...all I need...is a...a flask of...a flash of..." The knight coughs a few times and passes out.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Sharlene sighs. "You're lucky I did, too."
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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.
He pulls himself together reappearing, just enjoying the feel.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Hmph" she said, laughing to herself
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Scill talks while lying down. "How did you bind yourself to the book?"
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.
Marilyn shoves everything off the table and pulls his body up onto it, checking him over for his specific wounds or to determine his exact condition. Love stumbles back, surprised by Marilyn's sudden appearance.
Medicine: 21
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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.
Sharlene menacingly chuckled. "Now..." She clapped her hand over Penny's mouth. "... you won't get it again if you don't agree that it wasn't your fault, understand?"
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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.
He has taken several arrows to his back that managed to pierce his armor. There are a few slashing and stabbing wounds on his stomach and there are several dents over his armor will reveal broken bones and blunt force trauma wounds if the armor is removed. This guy went through a serious beating.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Well I didn't, kinda came naturally after death, its what I haunt & that's what keeps ghost's from moving on."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.