A tielfling walks in (wearing extravagant clothes and a wyvern sigil), posts a quest request on the notice board, order a drink, and produces a sigh up paper
Do you want adventure? Excitement? Money?
Well look no further, for the wyvern adventuring guild is here to stay, and to offer you, yes you, quests and reward plenty
Do you feel weak? Like nothing you do will matter?
Well no worries. The wyvern adventuring guild looks for only the cream of the worst! The best of the lowest!
Where do I sign up?
Our special highly trained customer retail exacuative will be ready and willing to sigh you up. Just look for them in the corner of your local tavern, sporting a wvyern bage!
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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
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
"Yes, He's what you call an idiot" she said, smiling, poking Zenix's cheek
Zenix grabs her arm, "Same idiot your queen found interest in."
She suddenly disappears from his grasp, appearing on his right "You always made bad jokes" she said, digging her finger into the wound she made on his neck.
Zenix knocks her hand away, "Don't do that, or i'll hang your pet from his intestines"
She giggles a bit, her laugh sounding warm, like rays of the sun. "Once again bad jokes you could never complete"
He seems to hesitate on something, quiet for a moment before he speaks, "I'm not as one dimensional as you think."
"Yes you are, you always were." she said, her tone a little harsher.
"What brought you to that conclusion?" he asks
"because you hurt everything you touch." she said "Me, your former queen, even that poor fey you killed. Tell me, when you hurt them and watched their essence drain from their husk, did you feel sorrow? anger? or were you happy you had killed them?"
"I...." something reaches his eyes, "I was scared, mostly.... killing someone is never easy." He says,
Her harshness seems to fade a bit. She reaches for his hand taking it. "Why did you kill hm?"
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt anyone" He mutters, "But Tatiana saw it differently"
She smiles warmly, gently holding his hand before sitting down. "If Tatiana were here, seeing me talk with you, i would be killed on the spot."
"And yet here you are, talking to the murderous traitor."
She chuckled, patted the spot next to her. "Tatiana told me you purposely killed them, you didnt?"
Zenix shakes his head, sitting next to her, "Of course not. But that would explain why you were part of the death squad she sent after me."
She stared at him for a minute, her face looked soft but also confused, maybe a splash of tired. She reaches over, taking his hand over, examining it.
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
"Yes, He's what you call an idiot" she said, smiling, poking Zenix's cheek
Zenix grabs her arm, "Same idiot your queen found interest in."
She suddenly disappears from his grasp, appearing on his right "You always made bad jokes" she said, digging her finger into the wound she made on his neck.
Zenix knocks her hand away, "Don't do that, or i'll hang your pet from his intestines"
She giggles a bit, her laugh sounding warm, like rays of the sun. "Once again bad jokes you could never complete"
He seems to hesitate on something, quiet for a moment before he speaks, "I'm not as one dimensional as you think."
"Yes you are, you always were." she said, her tone a little harsher.
"What brought you to that conclusion?" he asks
"because you hurt everything you touch." she said "Me, your former queen, even that poor fey you killed. Tell me, when you hurt them and watched their essence drain from their husk, did you feel sorrow? anger? or were you happy you had killed them?"
"I...." something reaches his eyes, "I was scared, mostly.... killing someone is never easy." He says,
Her harshness seems to fade a bit. She reaches for his hand taking it. "Why did you kill hm?"
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt anyone" He mutters, "But Tatiana saw it differently"
She smiles warmly, gently holding his hand before sitting down. "If Tatiana were here, seeing me talk with you, i would be killed on the spot."
"And yet here you are, talking to the murderous traitor."
She chuckled, patted the spot next to her. "Tatiana told me you purposely killed them, you didnt?"
Zenix shakes his head, sitting next to her, "Of course not. But that would explain why you were part of the death squad she sent after me."
She stared at him for a minute, her face looked soft but also confused, maybe a splash of tired. She reaches over, taking his hand over, examining it.
He looks at her, "What are you doing?"
"Going to taste your blood again" she said bluntly
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
An elf walks in, their apparel consisting of an elaborately braided cloak and a pair of simple well made clothes. They have a glass mirror on their side and a portable hole on their other side. They look around, order some orange juice, move over to a corner, open a notebook, and start to journel.
Truesight: Elf is a half emerald dragon, half elf
Fable starts sketching the elf in profile.
The elf to Fable: What are you doing?
"Drawing you."
To cast scrying on me?
"To practice. I think your clothes looks nice."
They walk over. "Thanks..." They say, investigating the picture *Is it in their true form?*
*No, but Fable has truesight.* "So do your scales."
"Oh... you noticed?" They say, slightly worried
*Description?*
*Skeleton dressed in purple, his eyes glow purple with dim light. Eye sockets?*
"Paranoid, aren't we?"
"I'm... naturally shy." They explain
The skeleton... grins? "At least that's on brand." Fable continues the sketch of the elf without truesight.
"Um... want to share it with me when your done?"
"Of course." Fable flips the notebook around and a near-perfect drawing of the elf stares back at them. "What can I call you? My name is Fable."
"Gwen... Gwen will do for now." They say, trying to take the drawing for themselves. "You were a drawer in life?"
Fable hands the page over. "If you want it, ask for it. In life, I was a storyteller, though not an artist."
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.
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
"Yes, He's what you call an idiot" she said, smiling, poking Zenix's cheek
Zenix grabs her arm, "Same idiot your queen found interest in."
She suddenly disappears from his grasp, appearing on his right "You always made bad jokes" she said, digging her finger into the wound she made on his neck.
Zenix knocks her hand away, "Don't do that, or i'll hang your pet from his intestines"
She giggles a bit, her laugh sounding warm, like rays of the sun. "Once again bad jokes you could never complete"
He seems to hesitate on something, quiet for a moment before he speaks, "I'm not as one dimensional as you think."
"Yes you are, you always were." she said, her tone a little harsher.
"What brought you to that conclusion?" he asks
"because you hurt everything you touch." she said "Me, your former queen, even that poor fey you killed. Tell me, when you hurt them and watched their essence drain from their husk, did you feel sorrow? anger? or were you happy you had killed them?"
"I...." something reaches his eyes, "I was scared, mostly.... killing someone is never easy." He says,
Her harshness seems to fade a bit. She reaches for his hand taking it. "Why did you kill hm?"
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt anyone" He mutters, "But Tatiana saw it differently"
She smiles warmly, gently holding his hand before sitting down. "If Tatiana were here, seeing me talk with you, i would be killed on the spot."
"And yet here you are, talking to the murderous traitor."
She chuckled, patted the spot next to her. "Tatiana told me you purposely killed them, you didnt?"
Zenix shakes his head, sitting next to her, "Of course not. But that would explain why you were part of the death squad she sent after me."
She stared at him for a minute, her face looked soft but also confused, maybe a splash of tired. She reaches over, taking his hand over, examining it.
He looks at her, "What are you doing?"
"Going to taste your blood again" she said bluntly
"Wha?" He starts to take his hand back, but pauses, hesitantly giving it back, "And why are you doing that?"
An elf walks in, their apparel consisting of an elaborately braided cloak and a pair of simple well made clothes. They have a glass mirror on their side and a portable hole on their other side. They look around, order some orange juice, move over to a corner, open a notebook, and start to journel.
Truesight: Elf is a half emerald dragon, half elf
Fable starts sketching the elf in profile.
The elf to Fable: What are you doing?
"Drawing you."
To cast scrying on me?
"To practice. I think your clothes looks nice."
They walk over. "Thanks..." They say, investigating the picture *Is it in their true form?*
*No, but Fable has truesight.* "So do your scales."
"Oh... you noticed?" They say, slightly worried
*Description?*
*Skeleton dressed in purple, his eyes glow purple with dim light. Eye sockets?*
"Paranoid, aren't we?"
"I'm... naturally shy." They explain
The skeleton... grins? "At least that's on brand." Fable continues the sketch of the elf without truesight.
"Um... want to share it with me when your done?"
"Of course." Fable flips the notebook around and a near-perfect drawing of the elf stares back at them. "What can I call you? My name is Fable."
"Gwen... Gwen will do for now." They say, trying to take the drawing for themselves. "You were a drawer in life?"
Fable hands the page over. "If you want it, ask for it. In life, I was a storyteller, though not an artist."
"Thanks. So how did you become... a skeleton?"
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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
*I have multiple types of looks in my mind right now, what type?*
*The look that says, well duh, why did you let me kiss you earlier?*
He blankly looks at her for a moment, then looked back to the tavern, the smallest hint of red splashed across his face. "I'm sure you would like to rest now."
"I knew you could blush! And why? I'm not that tired. If anything, you should be the tired one..."
He closed his eyes, and the blush disappeared. "I have no need for sleep, I just need to eat, and I'll be fine."
"Hmm. Need another deer, dear?" She jokes... badly.
"I'm fine, a can fetch another one if I need to." He smirked a tiny bit at the bad joke.
She gives a little embarrassed smile at the joke too, and sits down at a table after giving him a kiss, swinging her boots up.
He takes a seat on a chair, watching her.
She glances at him. "What?"
"Nothing." He continued to blankly watch.
She just looks at him too, feet on the table, shotgun at her side.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
An elf walks in, their apparel consisting of an elaborately braided cloak and a pair of simple well made clothes. They have a glass mirror on their side and a portable hole on their other side. They look around, order some orange juice, move over to a corner, open a notebook, and start to journel.
Truesight: Elf is a half emerald dragon, half elf
Fable starts sketching the elf in profile.
The elf to Fable: What are you doing?
"Drawing you."
To cast scrying on me?
"To practice. I think your clothes looks nice."
They walk over. "Thanks..." They say, investigating the picture *Is it in their true form?*
*No, but Fable has truesight.* "So do your scales."
"Oh... you noticed?" They say, slightly worried
*Description?*
*Skeleton dressed in purple, his eyes glow purple with dim light. Eye sockets?*
"Paranoid, aren't we?"
"I'm... naturally shy." They explain
The skeleton... grins? "At least that's on brand." Fable continues the sketch of the elf without truesight.
"Um... want to share it with me when your done?"
"Of course." Fable flips the notebook around and a near-perfect drawing of the elf stares back at them. "What can I call you? My name is Fable."
"Gwen... Gwen will do for now." They say, trying to take the drawing for themselves. "You were a drawer in life?"
Fable hands the page over. "If you want it, ask for it. In life, I was a storyteller, though not an artist."
"Thanks. So how did you become... a skeleton?"
Fable holds up a different book, this one bound in red. "Unfinished business, though I don't think I'm ready to leave just yet."
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.
Yuri is outside. She is annoying Zenix and helping Terou.
Allison is in the library, reading.
Lazarus waves to them. "Hello, who might you be?"
She turns to face him. Her green eyes sparkle with warmth "Hello there, I am Yuri. Fey queen of spring"
They bow before the royal. "I'm Lazarus, captain of the guards and knight of the realm... well not this realm, anyway." They say before rising
She giggles a bit, her laugh was like bell's tinkling in the wind. "no need for bowing my friend, though i am royal, i have no need for anyone to bow." she said
They nod. "Understood, just I have heard you fey can be... easy disturbed. So... Why remove yourself from the feywild?"
"Ah, i am not removed. Tatiana tells me where to go to spread the new growth of spring and i follow it."
"I see... And who might Tatiana be?" The vampire says
" The queen of summer and ruler of the seelie court" she said
"I see... Ever met a vampire before?"
"yes i have" she said with a sly smile "For i am one, a drinker of blood"
"Mmm... I see. So you are an elder vampire? I am guessing your at least not a normal vampire lord."
"No, i have no need for those titles. i get my energy from its substance like all vampires but i can be out in the sun and be around typical vampires would find disgusting"
"So a blood drinker vampire like me?"
*From GMGtR, the orvhov Blood drinker vampires*
"Sort of" she said "ever heard of a redcap? instead of needing to dip a hat in blood and the violent impulses to murder everything in sight, i do that."
"Mmm... I see. And the feywild accepts you? I always though vampires were creatures of the shadowfell."
*Mmm... how old is Yuri?*
*Her page is on the Tavernpedia 2.0 but she is 275*
She nods "tatiana still saw me as me"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I have multiple types of looks in my mind right now, what type?*
*The look that says, well duh, why did you let me kiss you earlier?*
He blankly looks at her for a moment, then looked back to the tavern, the smallest hint of red splashed across his face. "I'm sure you would like to rest now."
"I knew you could blush! And why? I'm not that tired. If anything, you should be the tired one..."
He closed his eyes, and the blush disappeared. "I have no need for sleep, I just need to eat, and I'll be fine."
"Hmm. Need another deer, dear?" She jokes... badly.
"I'm fine, a can fetch another one if I need to." He smirked a tiny bit at the bad joke.
She gives a little embarrassed smile at the joke too, and sits down at a table after giving him a kiss, swinging her boots up.
He takes a seat on a chair, watching her.
She glances at him. "What?"
"Nothing." He continued to blankly watch.
She just looks at him too, feet on the table, shotgun at her side.
"Why?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
"Yes, He's what you call an idiot" she said, smiling, poking Zenix's cheek
Zenix grabs her arm, "Same idiot your queen found interest in."
She suddenly disappears from his grasp, appearing on his right "You always made bad jokes" she said, digging her finger into the wound she made on his neck.
Zenix knocks her hand away, "Don't do that, or i'll hang your pet from his intestines"
She giggles a bit, her laugh sounding warm, like rays of the sun. "Once again bad jokes you could never complete"
He seems to hesitate on something, quiet for a moment before he speaks, "I'm not as one dimensional as you think."
"Yes you are, you always were." she said, her tone a little harsher.
"What brought you to that conclusion?" he asks
"because you hurt everything you touch." she said "Me, your former queen, even that poor fey you killed. Tell me, when you hurt them and watched their essence drain from their husk, did you feel sorrow? anger? or were you happy you had killed them?"
"I...." something reaches his eyes, "I was scared, mostly.... killing someone is never easy." He says,
Her harshness seems to fade a bit. She reaches for his hand taking it. "Why did you kill hm?"
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt anyone" He mutters, "But Tatiana saw it differently"
She smiles warmly, gently holding his hand before sitting down. "If Tatiana were here, seeing me talk with you, i would be killed on the spot."
"And yet here you are, talking to the murderous traitor."
She chuckled, patted the spot next to her. "Tatiana told me you purposely killed them, you didnt?"
Zenix shakes his head, sitting next to her, "Of course not. But that would explain why you were part of the death squad she sent after me."
She stared at him for a minute, her face looked soft but also confused, maybe a splash of tired. She reaches over, taking his hand over, examining it.
He looks at her, "What are you doing?"
"Going to taste your blood again" she said bluntly
"Wha?" He starts to take his hand back, but pauses, hesitantly giving it back, "And why are you doing that?"
*zenix: -confused internal screaming-*
"Just because" she said "it won't hurt"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
"Yes, He's what you call an idiot" she said, smiling, poking Zenix's cheek
Zenix grabs her arm, "Same idiot your queen found interest in."
She suddenly disappears from his grasp, appearing on his right "You always made bad jokes" she said, digging her finger into the wound she made on his neck.
Zenix knocks her hand away, "Don't do that, or i'll hang your pet from his intestines"
She giggles a bit, her laugh sounding warm, like rays of the sun. "Once again bad jokes you could never complete"
He seems to hesitate on something, quiet for a moment before he speaks, "I'm not as one dimensional as you think."
"Yes you are, you always were." she said, her tone a little harsher.
"What brought you to that conclusion?" he asks
"because you hurt everything you touch." she said "Me, your former queen, even that poor fey you killed. Tell me, when you hurt them and watched their essence drain from their husk, did you feel sorrow? anger? or were you happy you had killed them?"
"I...." something reaches his eyes, "I was scared, mostly.... killing someone is never easy." He says,
Her harshness seems to fade a bit. She reaches for his hand taking it. "Why did you kill hm?"
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt anyone" He mutters, "But Tatiana saw it differently"
She smiles warmly, gently holding his hand before sitting down. "If Tatiana were here, seeing me talk with you, i would be killed on the spot."
"And yet here you are, talking to the murderous traitor."
She chuckled, patted the spot next to her. "Tatiana told me you purposely killed them, you didnt?"
Zenix shakes his head, sitting next to her, "Of course not. But that would explain why you were part of the death squad she sent after me."
She stared at him for a minute, her face looked soft but also confused, maybe a splash of tired. She reaches over, taking his hand over, examining it.
He looks at her, "What are you doing?"
"Going to taste your blood again" she said bluntly
"Wha?" He starts to take his hand back, but pauses, hesitantly giving it back, "And why are you doing that?"
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
"Yes, He's what you call an idiot" she said, smiling, poking Zenix's cheek
Zenix grabs her arm, "Same idiot your queen found interest in."
She suddenly disappears from his grasp, appearing on his right "You always made bad jokes" she said, digging her finger into the wound she made on his neck.
Zenix knocks her hand away, "Don't do that, or i'll hang your pet from his intestines"
She giggles a bit, her laugh sounding warm, like rays of the sun. "Once again bad jokes you could never complete"
He seems to hesitate on something, quiet for a moment before he speaks, "I'm not as one dimensional as you think."
"Yes you are, you always were." she said, her tone a little harsher.
"What brought you to that conclusion?" he asks
"because you hurt everything you touch." she said "Me, your former queen, even that poor fey you killed. Tell me, when you hurt them and watched their essence drain from their husk, did you feel sorrow? anger? or were you happy you had killed them?"
"I...." something reaches his eyes, "I was scared, mostly.... killing someone is never easy." He says,
Her harshness seems to fade a bit. She reaches for his hand taking it. "Why did you kill hm?"
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt anyone" He mutters, "But Tatiana saw it differently"
She smiles warmly, gently holding his hand before sitting down. "If Tatiana were here, seeing me talk with you, i would be killed on the spot."
"And yet here you are, talking to the murderous traitor."
She chuckled, patted the spot next to her. "Tatiana told me you purposely killed them, you didnt?"
Zenix shakes his head, sitting next to her, "Of course not. But that would explain why you were part of the death squad she sent after me."
She stared at him for a minute, her face looked soft but also confused, maybe a splash of tired. She reaches over, taking his hand over, examining it.
He looks at her, "What are you doing?"
"Going to taste your blood again" she said bluntly
"Wha?" He starts to take his hand back, but pauses, hesitantly giving it back, "And why are you doing that?"
*zenix: -confused internal screaming-*
"Just because" she said "it won't hurt"
He sighs, looking away for a moment, "Fine."
She smiles and kisses his hand before digging her teeth it. He can feel that her teeth have pierced through the skin but there is no pain.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Teruo and Zenix both hear the deafening report of a revolver before a bullet strikes the tree they are fighting beside, sending splinters flying and passing straight through the trunk. A man in a long greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat steps into the light cast by the Wall of Fire, his face hidden by the shadow of his hat. He speaks in Sylvan. “Everyone. Stop. Moving.”
Zenix replys in sylvan, "Mind your buisness, this isn't your fight."
He replies impassively. “I disagree.” He draws a second revolver from his coat and levels both at Zenix. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
*Edited after seeing Teruo’s arm broken.*
He glares at him, "I don't have a quarrel with you."
“But I have one with you. Fey, aren’t you?”
"In a way. Eladrin."
"Yes, He's what you call an idiot" she said, smiling, poking Zenix's cheek
Zenix grabs her arm, "Same idiot your queen found interest in."
She suddenly disappears from his grasp, appearing on his right "You always made bad jokes" she said, digging her finger into the wound she made on his neck.
Zenix knocks her hand away, "Don't do that, or i'll hang your pet from his intestines"
She giggles a bit, her laugh sounding warm, like rays of the sun. "Once again bad jokes you could never complete"
He seems to hesitate on something, quiet for a moment before he speaks, "I'm not as one dimensional as you think."
"Yes you are, you always were." she said, her tone a little harsher.
"What brought you to that conclusion?" he asks
"because you hurt everything you touch." she said "Me, your former queen, even that poor fey you killed. Tell me, when you hurt them and watched their essence drain from their husk, did you feel sorrow? anger? or were you happy you had killed them?"
"I...." something reaches his eyes, "I was scared, mostly.... killing someone is never easy." He says,
Her harshness seems to fade a bit. She reaches for his hand taking it. "Why did you kill hm?"
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt anyone" He mutters, "But Tatiana saw it differently"
She smiles warmly, gently holding his hand before sitting down. "If Tatiana were here, seeing me talk with you, i would be killed on the spot."
"And yet here you are, talking to the murderous traitor."
She chuckled, patted the spot next to her. "Tatiana told me you purposely killed them, you didnt?"
Zenix shakes his head, sitting next to her, "Of course not. But that would explain why you were part of the death squad she sent after me."
She stared at him for a minute, her face looked soft but also confused, maybe a splash of tired. She reaches over, taking his hand over, examining it.
He looks at her, "What are you doing?"
"Going to taste your blood again" she said bluntly
"Wha?" He starts to take his hand back, but pauses, hesitantly giving it back, "And why are you doing that?"
*zenix: -confused internal screaming-*
"Just because" she said "it won't hurt"
He sighs, looking away for a moment, "Fine."
She smiles and kisses his hand before digging her teeth it. He can feel that her teeth have pierced through the skin but there is no pain.
"And i still haven't gotten used to that," He says, watching the proccess
A tielfling walks in (wearing extravagant clothes and a wyvern sigil), posts a quest request on the notice board, order a drink, and produces a sigh up paper
Do you want adventure? Excitement? Money?
Well look no further, for the wyvern adventuring guild is here to stay, and to offer you, yes you, quests and reward plenty
Do you feel weak? Like nothing you do will matter?
Well no worries. The wyvern adventuring guild looks for only the cream of the worst! The best of the lowest!
Where do I sign up?
Our special highly trained customer retail exacuative will be ready and willing to sigh you up. Just look for them in the corner of your local tavern, sporting a wvyern bage!
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
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
"I see... Oh, and my name is Gwen." The half elf says
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Going to taste your blood again" she said bluntly
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Fable hands the page over. "If you want it, ask for it. In life, I was a storyteller, though not an artist."
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.
"Hey, Gwen, I'm Wolfe. So, why're you here?"
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.
"Wha?" He starts to take his hand back, but pauses, hesitantly giving it back, "And why are you doing that?"
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
"Thanks. So how did you become... a skeleton?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She just looks at him too, feet on the table, shotgun at her side.
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.
Fable holds up a different book, this one bound in red. "Unfinished business, though I don't think I'm ready to leave just yet."
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.
*Her page is on the Tavernpedia 2.0 but she is 275*
She nods "tatiana still saw me as me"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Why?"
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.
*zenix: -confused internal screaming-*
"Just because" she said "it won't hurt"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sighs, looking away for a moment, "Fine."
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
*GTG*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Aw, see ya.*
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.
She smiles and kisses his hand before digging her teeth it. He can feel that her teeth have pierced through the skin but there is no pain.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*IM GOING TO FIND A BEE AND NAME IT FRED THE BEE.
also i have D&D club today so ill be on till 4.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"And i still haven't gotten used to that," He says, watching the proccess
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
* :D *
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.