*Hiiii, i'm back to being a [gp]ing dissapointing idiot who can't do anything right*
Zenix is.. idk, who even cares
Nia is drunk/hungover
alaric loves himself, as usual. And so does everybody else. Because he's super cool.
*Fixed.*
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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.)
*Hiiii, i'm back to being a [gp]ing dissapointing idiot who can't do anything right*
Zenix is.. idk, who even cares
Nia is drunk/hungover
alaric hates himself, as usual
*Same...... Just same feeling. What happened?*
*Aw, well, I love you too Chris. Keep movin' forward, bud.*
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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.)
*Lost interest in her. She kinda just an NPC at the moment.*
Emrick sees the other dark elf approaching the Tavern and panics for a moment trying to plan a way to hide himself.
Emrick notices rather quickly it's not a normal Drow though. Dwarven-forged scale mail (Surface dwarf, not duergar), dragon wing longbow, rapier and shortsword, and, most unusual of all, a crescent moon necklace, made from the purest silver.
Emrick thinks for a moment and looks confused mostly. "Maybe he's a friend..." He wonders, keeping a steady eye on him.
Yazrin's maroon eyes lock onto Emrick, and he tenses slightly, obviously wary himself. Who are you? Menzoberranyr? His tone is obviously wary, and a little cold.
Emrick sheepishly scratches the back of his head and smile apologetically. "No, no, I'm not really welcome there anymore."
Yazrin relaxes. "Then that makes two of us." He says with an audible sigh of relief. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, sole surviving member of the former twelfth house, Firstboy and Weapon Master of the house." He says with a slight, and wary, smile.
"I'm Emrick...Baenre..." Emrick looks at the ground with his empty stare. "I'm not proud of it either, so there's no need to patronize me."
Emrick can feel Yazrin's gaze burning into his head. "Baenre helped the house that destroyed mine." He says softly. "How old are you, Emrick? The fall of house Tlin'Orrza was nearly 200 years ago, so you may or may not be worthy of my anger. I hope not, because I have no desire to kill."
"I'm 82." Emrick furrows his brow. "I'm a Half-Elf..." he gestures to his face. "I just...look like my mother."
Yazrin fully relaxes at this. "Sorry if I scared you. You're only the second Drow, even if you're half-Drow, that I've seen here. All of Menzoberranzan hunts me, and most of Bregan D'aerthe. I can't be too cautious, as I'm sure you understand."
Soldaer is training outside, taking on two of the animated targets at the same time.
Yazrin is in the woods.
The Doctor is searching for Strax with Penny.
Gwen watches, curious and afriad
Soldaer steps back out of melee suddenly and a bolt of pure radiance flies out from his rapier, striking one of the two targets and causing it to fall in a heap, deactivated.
Gwen watches, excited and much more afriad. They wait for Soldaer to be done
Soldaer steps back into melee, and with a rapid flurry of strikes (5 to be specific; three with the rapier and two with the shortsword.), the second target goes down. Soldaer's barely breathing hard, and only has a single scratch on him. He Nia I've to his fallen opponents and turns around, sending his blades into a spin in his hands before fluidly sliding them into their sheaths.
Gwen waves, safely inside the zone
Soldaer turns and waves back, his eyes an unusual mixture of forest green and gold, reminding Gwen of sunlight streaming through a forest canopy. He makes his way over towards them.
"Umm... hi?" They say, worried and kinda excited to meet someone new
Soldaer chuckles. "Hello. Saw you watching me. Did you want something?"
*Keep in mind, that he looks basically the same as a Drow, although his eyes are more like those you'd expect from a wood elf.*
"Just... curious a bit." They pause for a while, "Oh, my name is Gwen." They say, exstending a hand to shake
Soldaer chuckles again. "Soldaer Torrae." He says, shaking Gwen's hand.
"Nice to meet you... um... So swordsman? You remind me of one of my siblings..."
Soldaer smiles. "Ranger of Mielikki and Druid of Eilistraee. So yes, a bit of a swordsman, although I rely on magic as much as my blades."
"So bladesinger?"
Soldaer laughs. "No, although one of my younger brothers is following that path of study."
"Intersting... um... How are they?"
Soldaer sighs. "Most of my brothers are too uptight...they take their rank as princes far too seriously. I wish they would learn to relax...but they won't." He chuckles sadly.
"Mmm... What do you think of nobles?"
Soldaer chuckles. "I'm Crown Prince of the throne of the Twilight Elves. My parents a fair and just, and not afraid to fight in battle if needed. Most of the nobles in my would are similar to them, in fact."
"Cool... I'm the exiled princess from my homeland..." They admit
Soldaer raises an eyebrow, and smiles slightly. "Really? Interesting. I'm not exiled, although I choose to live away from the palace. Too much drama there. Besides, there was a certain someone that I liked, and if I had stayed in the palace, I probably would've had my wife chosen for me." He says with a wry grin and slight chuckle.
"I see... Who knows, maybe when I grow up I reclaim my principality... but that is 1,000 years away."
Soldaer chuckles. (You're more than just a elf, aren't you? Full elves usually only lube to be at most 800, occasionally you'll get an individual who will live to be over one thousand.)
Um... yes They admit. I'm a half dragon
*Half dragon, undying warlock. So lifespan is 15,000 years*
*Jeez...*
Soldaer smiles. (Half dragon. Interesting. You know, I'm friends with a greatwyrm... He's currently dealing with twins his wife left behind when she died...) His voice trails off, and Gwen can almost taste the sadness in his voice.
*Fun*
Oh... well maybe I will meet them eventually....................... When did the wife die? If I may ask
Soldaer laughs sadly. (At their wedding, just under two weeks ago. Some sort of fallen deity came and killed her, almost as though it signed her out...... They had just been officially wedded, said their vows.... And then she was gone...) The gold in Soldaer's eyes almost seems to fade back into the background, leaving them pale green.
i see... Well at least the kids aren't orphaned like me. My father died due to natural causes, but Mom died due to... Matricide. Auntie flew into a fit of ragw and... Well it's not safe anymore for me
(....... I-I don't know what to say.....)
Gwen sighs. "So, how did you get so good at fighting?"
"I had to. My people's forest home is filled with dangers. From wild animals to drakes, purple worms, and even a couple true dragons, one of which I killed, I've had to fight against almost anything you could think, and probably some you couldn't."
"Mmm... What was your most exciting adventure?"
"Adventure or battle?" Soldaer says with a slight grin.
"Mmm... Adventure." They clarify
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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
*Lost interest in her. She kinda just an NPC at the moment.*
Emrick sees the other dark elf approaching the Tavern and panics for a moment trying to plan a way to hide himself.
Emrick notices rather quickly it's not a normal Drow though. Dwarven-forged scale mail (Surface dwarf, not duergar), dragon wing longbow, rapier and shortsword, and, most unusual of all, a crescent moon necklace, made from the purest silver.
Emrick thinks for a moment and looks confused mostly. "Maybe he's a friend..." He wonders, keeping a steady eye on him.
Yazrin's maroon eyes lock onto Emrick, and he tenses slightly, obviously wary himself. Who are you? Menzoberranyr? His tone is obviously wary, and a little cold.
Emrick sheepishly scratches the back of his head and smile apologetically. "No, no, I'm not really welcome there anymore."
Yazrin relaxes. "Then that makes two of us." He says with an audible sigh of relief. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, sole surviving member of the former twelfth house, Firstboy and Weapon Master of the house." He says with a slight, and wary, smile.
"I'm Emrick...Baenre..." Emrick looks at the ground with his empty stare. "I'm not proud of it either, so there's no need to patronize me."
Emrick can feel Yazrin's gaze burning into his head. "Baenre helped the house that destroyed mine." He says softly. "How old are you, Emrick? The fall of house Tlin'Orrza was nearly 200 years ago, so you may or may not be worthy of my anger. I hope not, because I have no desire to kill."
"I'm 82." Emrick furrows his brow. "I'm a Half-Elf..." he gestures to his face. "I just...look like my mother."
Yazrin fully relaxes at this. "Sorry if I scared you. You're only the second Drow, even if you're half-Drow, that I've seen here. All of Menzoberranzan hunts me, and most of Bregan D'aerthe. I can't be too cautious, as I'm sure you understand."
"Yes, I understand. They aren't out to get me...they just don't like me. I am treated as a slave or servant because of my heritage. So, one day...I left to go find my family." Emrick tentatively feels the badly scarred half of his face. His gaze is still on the floor.
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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.)
*Hiiii, i'm back to being a [gp]ing dissapointing idiot who can't do anything right*
Zenix is.. idk, who even cares
Nia is drunk/hungover
alaric hates himself, as usual
*Same...... Just same feeling. What happened?*
*Oh you know, failed to do something simple a god[GP] goldfish could figure out, and now i feel like crap and want to drink myself numb and cry. average day.*
*Hiiii, i'm back to being a [gp]ing dissapointing idiot who can't do anything right*
Zenix is.. idk, who even cares
Nia is drunk/hungover
alaric hates himself, as usual
*Same...... Just same feeling. What happened?*
*Oh you know, failed to do something simple a god[GP] goldfish could figure out, and now i feel like crap and want to drink myself numb and cry. average day.*
*Yeah.... Thats relatable....*
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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)
Sik, my kobold friend, makes a chirping noise and waves as they walk by
Gwen waves back. "Um... Hi?"
They walk back over, offering a flower
"Oh, thank you." They say, putting it in their hair. "Who might you be?"
as soon as they put it in their hair, a length of vines ties their hair back in a braid, the flower growing more prominent on the vines
Gwen panics and rips it off. "What was that?!?!!‽"
once the flower is removed, the vines dissapear, sik chirping in a minorly frightened manor
Gwen examines the flower, before carefully putting it back on. If the vines grow again, it is clear she is not comfortable. "Happy?"
Sik shrugs, hopping up and pulling the flower out, seeing her not being comfortable, before chirping again, apologising in sign language
"Thanks? Look, it's a pretty flower just... I wasn't prepared to have my hair become infested with vines...." They think for a second. "Is all this because I am half dragon?"
*Another Tia situation?*
*Nope, sik is just being nice, or atleast trying*
They seem confused, signing, 'elf?'
Draconic: Ignore it... I thought you where someone else... So what is your name?
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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
Soldaer is training outside, taking on two of the animated targets at the same time.
Yazrin is in the woods.
The Doctor is searching for Strax with Penny.
Gwen watches, curious and afriad
Soldaer steps back out of melee suddenly and a bolt of pure radiance flies out from his rapier, striking one of the two targets and causing it to fall in a heap, deactivated.
Gwen watches, excited and much more afriad. They wait for Soldaer to be done
Soldaer steps back into melee, and with a rapid flurry of strikes (5 to be specific; three with the rapier and two with the shortsword.), the second target goes down. Soldaer's barely breathing hard, and only has a single scratch on him. He Nia I've to his fallen opponents and turns around, sending his blades into a spin in his hands before fluidly sliding them into their sheaths.
Gwen waves, safely inside the zone
Soldaer turns and waves back, his eyes an unusual mixture of forest green and gold, reminding Gwen of sunlight streaming through a forest canopy. He makes his way over towards them.
"Umm... hi?" They say, worried and kinda excited to meet someone new
Soldaer chuckles. "Hello. Saw you watching me. Did you want something?"
*Keep in mind, that he looks basically the same as a Drow, although his eyes are more like those you'd expect from a wood elf.*
"Just... curious a bit." They pause for a while, "Oh, my name is Gwen." They say, exstending a hand to shake
Soldaer chuckles again. "Soldaer Torrae." He says, shaking Gwen's hand.
"Nice to meet you... um... So swordsman? You remind me of one of my siblings..."
Soldaer smiles. "Ranger of Mielikki and Druid of Eilistraee. So yes, a bit of a swordsman, although I rely on magic as much as my blades."
"So bladesinger?"
Soldaer laughs. "No, although one of my younger brothers is following that path of study."
"Intersting... um... How are they?"
Soldaer sighs. "Most of my brothers are too uptight...they take their rank as princes far too seriously. I wish they would learn to relax...but they won't." He chuckles sadly.
"Mmm... What do you think of nobles?"
Soldaer chuckles. "I'm Crown Prince of the throne of the Twilight Elves. My parents a fair and just, and not afraid to fight in battle if needed. Most of the nobles in my would are similar to them, in fact."
"Cool... I'm the exiled princess from my homeland..." They admit
Soldaer raises an eyebrow, and smiles slightly. "Really? Interesting. I'm not exiled, although I choose to live away from the palace. Too much drama there. Besides, there was a certain someone that I liked, and if I had stayed in the palace, I probably would've had my wife chosen for me." He says with a wry grin and slight chuckle.
"I see... Who knows, maybe when I grow up I reclaim my principality... but that is 1,000 years away."
Soldaer chuckles. (You're more than just a elf, aren't you? Full elves usually only lube to be at most 800, occasionally you'll get an individual who will live to be over one thousand.)
Um... yes They admit. I'm a half dragon
*Half dragon, undying warlock. So lifespan is 15,000 years*
*Jeez...*
Soldaer smiles. (Half dragon. Interesting. You know, I'm friends with a greatwyrm... He's currently dealing with twins his wife left behind when she died...) His voice trails off, and Gwen can almost taste the sadness in his voice.
*Fun*
Oh... well maybe I will meet them eventually....................... When did the wife die? If I may ask
Soldaer laughs sadly. (At their wedding, just under two weeks ago. Some sort of fallen deity came and killed her, almost as though it signed her out...... They had just been officially wedded, said their vows.... And then she was gone...) The gold in Soldaer's eyes almost seems to fade back into the background, leaving them pale green.
i see... Well at least the kids aren't orphaned like me. My father died due to natural causes, but Mom died due to... Matricide. Auntie flew into a fit of ragw and... Well it's not safe anymore for me
(....... I-I don't know what to say.....)
Gwen sighs. "So, how did you get so good at fighting?"
"I had to. My people's forest home is filled with dangers. From wild animals to drakes, purple worms, and even a couple true dragons, one of which I killed, I've had to fight against almost anything you could think, and probably some you couldn't."
"Mmm... What was your most exciting adventure?"
"Adventure or battle?" Soldaer says with a slight grin.
"Mmm... Adventure." They clarify
Soldaer grins. "I've had many, and it depends on whether you want fighting action adventure, exploration adventure, or just messing around with friends adventure."
[[ hey, thanks for checking in, I’m 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓅𝒾ℯ𝒸ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓪𝓰𝓮 ]]
*You all are so mean to yourselves. Sometimes I wish you would all take five minutes to see yourselves the way I do. Because I don't see garbage. I see, writers, creators, artists, friends, comedians, and children of God. You have divine potential, and I've seen it shine a few times on this thread. Remember that you are all worthy of being loved. I'm proof of that. Because I love all of you.*
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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 training outside, taking on two of the animated targets at the same time.
Yazrin is in the woods.
The Doctor is searching for Strax with Penny.
Gwen watches, curious and afriad
Soldaer steps back out of melee suddenly and a bolt of pure radiance flies out from his rapier, striking one of the two targets and causing it to fall in a heap, deactivated.
Gwen watches, excited and much more afriad. They wait for Soldaer to be done
Soldaer steps back into melee, and with a rapid flurry of strikes (5 to be specific; three with the rapier and two with the shortsword.), the second target goes down. Soldaer's barely breathing hard, and only has a single scratch on him. He Nia I've to his fallen opponents and turns around, sending his blades into a spin in his hands before fluidly sliding them into their sheaths.
Gwen waves, safely inside the zone
Soldaer turns and waves back, his eyes an unusual mixture of forest green and gold, reminding Gwen of sunlight streaming through a forest canopy. He makes his way over towards them.
"Umm... hi?" They say, worried and kinda excited to meet someone new
Soldaer chuckles. "Hello. Saw you watching me. Did you want something?"
*Keep in mind, that he looks basically the same as a Drow, although his eyes are more like those you'd expect from a wood elf.*
"Just... curious a bit." They pause for a while, "Oh, my name is Gwen." They say, exstending a hand to shake
Soldaer chuckles again. "Soldaer Torrae." He says, shaking Gwen's hand.
"Nice to meet you... um... So swordsman? You remind me of one of my siblings..."
Soldaer smiles. "Ranger of Mielikki and Druid of Eilistraee. So yes, a bit of a swordsman, although I rely on magic as much as my blades."
"So bladesinger?"
Soldaer laughs. "No, although one of my younger brothers is following that path of study."
"Intersting... um... How are they?"
Soldaer sighs. "Most of my brothers are too uptight...they take their rank as princes far too seriously. I wish they would learn to relax...but they won't." He chuckles sadly.
"Mmm... What do you think of nobles?"
Soldaer chuckles. "I'm Crown Prince of the throne of the Twilight Elves. My parents a fair and just, and not afraid to fight in battle if needed. Most of the nobles in my would are similar to them, in fact."
"Cool... I'm the exiled princess from my homeland..." They admit
Soldaer raises an eyebrow, and smiles slightly. "Really? Interesting. I'm not exiled, although I choose to live away from the palace. Too much drama there. Besides, there was a certain someone that I liked, and if I had stayed in the palace, I probably would've had my wife chosen for me." He says with a wry grin and slight chuckle.
"I see... Who knows, maybe when I grow up I reclaim my principality... but that is 1,000 years away."
Soldaer chuckles. (You're more than just a elf, aren't you? Full elves usually only lube to be at most 800, occasionally you'll get an individual who will live to be over one thousand.)
Um... yes They admit. I'm a half dragon
*Half dragon, undying warlock. So lifespan is 15,000 years*
*Jeez...*
Soldaer smiles. (Half dragon. Interesting. You know, I'm friends with a greatwyrm... He's currently dealing with twins his wife left behind when she died...) His voice trails off, and Gwen can almost taste the sadness in his voice.
*Fun*
Oh... well maybe I will meet them eventually....................... When did the wife die? If I may ask
Soldaer laughs sadly. (At their wedding, just under two weeks ago. Some sort of fallen deity came and killed her, almost as though it signed her out...... They had just been officially wedded, said their vows.... And then she was gone...) The gold in Soldaer's eyes almost seems to fade back into the background, leaving them pale green.
i see... Well at least the kids aren't orphaned like me. My father died due to natural causes, but Mom died due to... Matricide. Auntie flew into a fit of ragw and... Well it's not safe anymore for me
(....... I-I don't know what to say.....)
Gwen sighs. "So, how did you get so good at fighting?"
"I had to. My people's forest home is filled with dangers. From wild animals to drakes, purple worms, and even a couple true dragons, one of which I killed, I've had to fight against almost anything you could think, and probably some you couldn't."
"Mmm... What was your most exciting adventure?"
"Adventure or battle?" Soldaer says with a slight grin.
"Mmm... Adventure." They clarify
Soldaer grins. "I've had many, and it depends on whether you want fighting action adventure, exploration adventure, or just messing around with friends adventure."
"I will trust your judgement?"
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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
*Hiiii, i'm back to being a [gp]ing dissapointing idiot who can't do anything right*
Zenix is.. idk, who even cares
Nia is drunk/hungover
alaric hates himself, as usual. And so does everybody else. Because he's useless.
*Fixed.*
*Thanks, i forgot to add that*
*Hey, don't worry about it. Life can really kick you in the [1gp] sometimes. But, why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up, and Rise.*
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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.)
*Lost interest in her. She kinda just an NPC at the moment.*
Emrick sees the other dark elf approaching the Tavern and panics for a moment trying to plan a way to hide himself.
Emrick notices rather quickly it's not a normal Drow though. Dwarven-forged scale mail (Surface dwarf, not duergar), dragon wing longbow, rapier and shortsword, and, most unusual of all, a crescent moon necklace, made from the purest silver.
Emrick thinks for a moment and looks confused mostly. "Maybe he's a friend..." He wonders, keeping a steady eye on him.
Yazrin's maroon eyes lock onto Emrick, and he tenses slightly, obviously wary himself. Who are you? Menzoberranyr? His tone is obviously wary, and a little cold.
Emrick sheepishly scratches the back of his head and smile apologetically. "No, no, I'm not really welcome there anymore."
Yazrin relaxes. "Then that makes two of us." He says with an audible sigh of relief. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, sole surviving member of the former twelfth house, Firstboy and Weapon Master of the house." He says with a slight, and wary, smile.
"I'm Emrick...Baenre..." Emrick looks at the ground with his empty stare. "I'm not proud of it either, so there's no need to patronize me."
Emrick can feel Yazrin's gaze burning into his head. "Baenre helped the house that destroyed mine." He says softly. "How old are you, Emrick? The fall of house Tlin'Orrza was nearly 200 years ago, so you may or may not be worthy of my anger. I hope not, because I have no desire to kill."
"I'm 82." Emrick furrows his brow. "I'm a Half-Elf..." he gestures to his face. "I just...look like my mother."
Yazrin fully relaxes at this. "Sorry if I scared you. You're only the second Drow, even if you're half-Drow, that I've seen here. All of Menzoberranzan hunts me, and most of Bregan D'aerthe. I can't be too cautious, as I'm sure you understand."
"Yes, I understand. They aren't out to get me...they just don't like me. I am treated as a slave or servant because of my heritage. So, one day...I left to go find my family." Emrick tentatively feels the badly scarred half of his face. His gaze is still on the floor.
Yazrin chuckles. "C'mon, why don't I get you a drink, Emrick?"
Sik, my kobold friend, makes a chirping noise and waves as they walk by
Gwen waves back. "Um... Hi?"
They walk back over, offering a flower
"Oh, thank you." They say, putting it in their hair. "Who might you be?"
as soon as they put it in their hair, a length of vines ties their hair back in a braid, the flower growing more prominent on the vines
Gwen panics and rips it off. "What was that?!?!!‽"
once the flower is removed, the vines dissapear, sik chirping in a minorly frightened manor
Gwen examines the flower, before carefully putting it back on. If the vines grow again, it is clear she is not comfortable. "Happy?"
Sik shrugs, hopping up and pulling the flower out, seeing her not being comfortable, before chirping again, apologising in sign language
"Thanks? Look, it's a pretty flower just... I wasn't prepared to have my hair become infested with vines...." They think for a second. "Is all this because I am half dragon?"
*Another Tia situation?*
*Nope, sik is just being nice, or atleast trying*
They seem confused, signing, 'elf?'
Draconic: Ignore it... I thought you where someone else... So what is your name?
They perk up, speaking in an extremely broken draconic, "Sik"
[[ hey, thanks for checking in, I’m 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓅𝒾ℯ𝒸ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓪𝓰𝓮 ]]
*You all are so mean to yourselves. Sometimes I wish you would all take five minutes to see yourselves the way I do. Because I don't see garbage. I see, writers, creators, artists, friends, comedians, and children of God. You have divine potential, and I've seen it shine a few times on this thread. Remember that you are all worthy of being loved. I'm proof of that. Because I love all of you.*
[[ I’m a heathen, the only god I believe in is Technoblade… blood for the blood god, technoblade never dies ]]
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*Hiiii, i'm back to being a [gp]ing dissapointing idiot who can't do anything right*
Zenix is.. idk, who even cares
Nia is drunk/hungover
alaric hates himself, as usual
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
*Fixed.*
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.)
*Aw, well, I love you too Chris. Keep movin' forward, bud.*
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?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Yazrin fully relaxes at this. "Sorry if I scared you. You're only the second Drow, even if you're half-Drow, that I've seen here. All of Menzoberranzan hunts me, and most of Bregan D'aerthe. I can't be too cautious, as I'm sure you understand."
"Mmm... Adventure." They clarify
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yes, I understand. They aren't out to get me...they just don't like me. I am treated as a slave or servant because of my heritage. So, one day...I left to go find my family." Emrick tentatively feels the badly scarred half of his face. His gaze is still on the floor.
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.)
[[ hey, thanks for checking in, I’m 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓅𝒾ℯ𝒸ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓪𝓰𝓮 ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Oh you know, failed to do something simple a god[GP] goldfish could figure out, and now i feel like crap and want to drink myself numb and cry. average day.*
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
*Yeah.... Thats relatable....*
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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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Thanks, i forgot to add 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
Soldaer grins. "I've had many, and it depends on whether you want fighting action adventure, exploration adventure, or just messing around with friends adventure."
*I feel you bro.*
Krathian decides now would be a good time to have a conversation with Zenix, uninterrupted by Yuri.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*Fixed it again, and it's true.*
*You all are so mean to yourselves. Sometimes I wish you would all take five minutes to see yourselves the way I do. Because I don't see garbage. I see, writers, creators, artists, friends, comedians, and children of God. You have divine potential, and I've seen it shine a few times on this thread. Remember that you are all worthy of being loved. I'm proof of that. Because I love all of you.*
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.)
"I will trust your judgement?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Hey, don't worry about it. Life can really kick you in the [1gp] sometimes. But, why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up, and Rise.*
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.)
Yazrin chuckles. "C'mon, why don't I get you a drink, Emrick?"
They perk up, speaking in an extremely broken draconic, "Sik"
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’m a heathen, the only god I believe in is Technoblade… blood for the blood god, technoblade never dies ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger