*Just finshed watching V for Vendetta. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM SO FRICKING GOOD*
*Oh my god I loved it so much.*
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine – the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the 5th of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words – they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you allow the 5th of November to pass unmarked.
But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a 5th of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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 outside, tending and speeding the growth of a sapling.
Yazrin is drinking a glass of Cherry Feywine at the bar.
[open slot.]
a voice enters his mind. Hey there cutie.
Soldaer's eyes go wide, and he gets noticeably flushed. Hello. Who might you be?
Who do you think. Turn around.
Soldaer stands up, and turns around.
Oscar stands there. She is dressed in a black crop-top, long black jeans, and a black jacket. Her stomach and arms are covered in silver tattoo's of worlds unknown. A deep scar is across her stomach. Her psuedodragon palls sit on her shoulders.
*I knew you brought her back...and probably just to mess with him a bit...XD*
Soldaer smiles nervously, and Oscar notices that his eyes have changed. Where they used to be just plain, pale green, they are now deep forest green with traces of gold in them, rather reminiscent of sunlight streaming through a forest canopy.
"Hello again, Oscar. It's been awhile, hasn't it? Last we spoke, you broke things off, if I remember correctly, and then you kinda just vanished." There's an odd mix of emotions on Soldaer's face and in his voice; nervousness, joy, and...apprehension?
She smiles and sits next to him "That i did" she said with very little words
Soldaer sits back down. "There's something you need to know, Oscar..." He sighs, then chuckles slightly before fluidly switching to telepathy. A week or two after that, someone form my homeland, a childhood friend who I had a crush on since almost as long as I can remember, showed up...apparently she came looking for me because she felt the same way... He pauses and looks her straight in the eyes. We're happy together, and while, if you have changed like you seem to have, I would be thrilled to still consider you a friend, I won't let anyone come between me and my love. He says it with more conviction than Oscar may have heard him say anything, and he seems to relax quite a bit once he finishes, actually leaning back against the tree. His eyes search Oscar, slightly scared, actually, while he waits for her response.
She watches him for a moment before smiling "That is good to hear, ive been having a time lately so im glad to hear this" she said
Soldaer smiles, and gives her a hug. "Good. I truly did care for you, Oscar, but I moved on." He lets go, and looks her in the eyes, the gold in his sparkling slightly. "We're still friends, right?"
"I suppose" she said with a smile "Now excuse me, my father calls to my attention" she said and disappeared in a whirl of smoke, letting her words sink into him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Yazrin chuckles. "Alright then. I hear the water here is amazing." He says with teasing and playful sarcasm.
Emrick takes a seat, looking down again but his expression is still indifferent and hard to read. "Why are they after your family? I thought I'd find mine if I went there, but I was wrong. Wrote a song about it..."
Yazrin shrugs. "I don't know why Baenre joined in against my house. As for why I am being hunted," He chuckles sadly, and pulls his necklace out so it can be clearly seen. It's pure silver, and the pendant is an ornately carved moon with a sword and beautiful Drow female almost hidden in the engravings. "I turned my back on Lloth shortly after the fall of my house. A friend of mine who I met while adventuring taught me of Eilistraee, and I started following her. In addition to that, I'm the sole noble survivor, and so Lloth already demands my blood."
"Oh. Is she...like Lolth but good or something? I've heard rumors about a Drow god that wasn't to be named or worshiped...is this the same person?" Emrick begins tuning his guitar.
Yazrin chuckles. "More or less. She is the daughter of Lloth and Correlon, and the only goodly member of the Dark Seldarine."
"Oh." Emrick blinks twice. We have a pantheon of Elf gods??? He thinks to himself. I knew the dwarves had theirs... But he continues to tune his instrument until it is pitch perfect. "That sounds better than Lolth. But, uh...Hm...I'll just..." He begins playing a song.
"She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath Broken ***** of Your Highness, I'm left black Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice
She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice Your advice Your advice..."
Yazrin orders a glass of cherry Feywine and listens.
"Yeah...They sucked. A lot. I thought they'd welcome me home, but they didn't."
Yazrin nods. "Believe me, I know. This place is the first time that I've been able to stop running or looking over my shoulder for nearly 100 years now.
"Hm. Well, I still want to find my family."
Yazrin freezes. "Drow or non-drow side......?" he asks warily. "I will never return to Menzoberranzan, but if you want to find the other part of your family, I will try and help."
She raises her hands a bit and forms a small wooden fox for him
He held out his hand a small rabbit made of animated fire hops around it.
She chuckles, watching it happily
*This is SUCH a cute moment.*
He smiles, enjoying her happiness.
She flicks a finger and the wooden fox gets dressed in orange moss.
He shakes his hand a bit and the rabbit turns into a woman in a nice dress.
*Also just realized, not a single word has been said so far.*
She chuckles and takes his hand. The woman is joined by a figure of wood with fox-like ears.
The fire woman takes the wood figure into an embrace, though the wood doesn't burn.
Yuri chuckles as the wood figure takes shape with facial features and clothing. it takes the fire figures hand and begins a waltz
*:0 THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN!*
The fire woman goes along with the waltz, slowly becoming burning a bit brighter.
Ashes flow around the two like flower petals. The wooden figure dips the fire figure.
The fire figure runs a hand up the wooden figure up to it's face area, cupping it.
Suddenly the wooden figure disappears as Yuri cups Teruo's face and kisses him.
The fire figure disappears as he kisses her back.
"Your a perfect being my love" she said
"Right back at you."
She bleps her tongue
*I noticed you changed your yt channel name. It's nice. :)*
He chuckles and kisses her again.
*aw! thank you :>, i really need to post more often but ever since I got this new laptop and the art station doesn't work so i can't make speed-paints -cries-*
"Your adorable little fox"
*It's alright, take your time. I did really like the style you did for that Kelipso vid where you talked about him as the speedpaint went on, it was fun to hear details while he slowly formed.*
He slyly smiled and took her into a waltz, like the figures did.
*I might make more videos lol while trying to use adobe illustrator*
She joins in happily
* :D *
Even though no music is playing, he moves as though there were.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Just finshed watching V for Vendetta. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM SO FRICKING GOOD*
*Oh my god I loved it so much.*
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine – the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the 5th of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words – they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you allow the 5th of November to pass unmarked.
But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a 5th of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
*-puts on mask-*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
She raises her hands a bit and forms a small wooden fox for him
He held out his hand a small rabbit made of animated fire hops around it.
She chuckles, watching it happily
*This is SUCH a cute moment.*
He smiles, enjoying her happiness.
She flicks a finger and the wooden fox gets dressed in orange moss.
He shakes his hand a bit and the rabbit turns into a woman in a nice dress.
*Also just realized, not a single word has been said so far.*
She chuckles and takes his hand. The woman is joined by a figure of wood with fox-like ears.
The fire woman takes the wood figure into an embrace, though the wood doesn't burn.
Yuri chuckles as the wood figure takes shape with facial features and clothing. it takes the fire figures hand and begins a waltz
*:0 THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN!*
The fire woman goes along with the waltz, slowly becoming burning a bit brighter.
Ashes flow around the two like flower petals. The wooden figure dips the fire figure.
The fire figure runs a hand up the wooden figure up to it's face area, cupping it.
Suddenly the wooden figure disappears as Yuri cups Teruo's face and kisses him.
The fire figure disappears as he kisses her back.
"Your a perfect being my love" she said
"Right back at you."
She bleps her tongue
*I noticed you changed your yt channel name. It's nice. :)*
He chuckles and kisses her again.
*aw! thank you :>, i really need to post more often but ever since I got this new laptop and the art station doesn't work so i can't make speed-paints -cries-*
"Your adorable little fox"
*It's alright, take your time. I did really like the style you did for that Kelipso vid where you talked about him as the speedpaint went on, it was fun to hear details while he slowly formed.*
He slyly smiled and took her into a waltz, like the figures did.
*I might make more videos lol while trying to use adobe illustrator*
She joins in happily
* :D *
Even though no music is playing, he moves as though there were.
She moved in time with him, smiling happily.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Just finshed watching V for Vendetta. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM SO FRICKING GOOD*
*Oh my god I loved it so much.*
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine – the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the 5th of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words – they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you allow the 5th of November to pass unmarked.
But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a 5th of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
*-puts on mask-*
* Viva revolution for V >:D*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She raises her hands a bit and forms a small wooden fox for him
He held out his hand a small rabbit made of animated fire hops around it.
She chuckles, watching it happily
*This is SUCH a cute moment.*
He smiles, enjoying her happiness.
She flicks a finger and the wooden fox gets dressed in orange moss.
He shakes his hand a bit and the rabbit turns into a woman in a nice dress.
*Also just realized, not a single word has been said so far.*
She chuckles and takes his hand. The woman is joined by a figure of wood with fox-like ears.
The fire woman takes the wood figure into an embrace, though the wood doesn't burn.
Yuri chuckles as the wood figure takes shape with facial features and clothing. it takes the fire figures hand and begins a waltz
*:0 THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN!*
The fire woman goes along with the waltz, slowly becoming burning a bit brighter.
Ashes flow around the two like flower petals. The wooden figure dips the fire figure.
The fire figure runs a hand up the wooden figure up to it's face area, cupping it.
Suddenly the wooden figure disappears as Yuri cups Teruo's face and kisses him.
The fire figure disappears as he kisses her back.
"Your a perfect being my love" she said
"Right back at you."
She bleps her tongue
*I noticed you changed your yt channel name. It's nice. :)*
He chuckles and kisses her again.
*aw! thank you :>, i really need to post more often but ever since I got this new laptop and the art station doesn't work so i can't make speed-paints -cries-*
"Your adorable little fox"
*It's alright, take your time. I did really like the style you did for that Kelipso vid where you talked about him as the speedpaint went on, it was fun to hear details while he slowly formed.*
He slyly smiled and took her into a waltz, like the figures did.
*I might make more videos lol while trying to use adobe illustrator*
She joins in happily
* :D *
Even though no music is playing, he moves as though there were.
She moved in time with him, smiling happily.
He finishes with a flourish and dips her low.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Yazrin chuckles. "Alright then. I hear the water here is amazing." He says with teasing and playful sarcasm.
Emrick takes a seat, looking down again but his expression is still indifferent and hard to read. "Why are they after your family? I thought I'd find mine if I went there, but I was wrong. Wrote a song about it..."
Yazrin shrugs. "I don't know why Baenre joined in against my house. As for why I am being hunted," He chuckles sadly, and pulls his necklace out so it can be clearly seen. It's pure silver, and the pendant is an ornately carved moon with a sword and beautiful Drow female almost hidden in the engravings. "I turned my back on Lloth shortly after the fall of my house. A friend of mine who I met while adventuring taught me of Eilistraee, and I started following her. In addition to that, I'm the sole noble survivor, and so Lloth already demands my blood."
"Oh. Is she...like Lolth but good or something? I've heard rumors about a Drow god that wasn't to be named or worshiped...is this the same person?" Emrick begins tuning his guitar.
Yazrin chuckles. "More or less. She is the daughter of Lloth and Correlon, and the only goodly member of the Dark Seldarine."
"Oh." Emrick blinks twice. We have a pantheon of Elf gods??? He thinks to himself. I knew the dwarves had theirs... But he continues to tune his instrument until it is pitch perfect. "That sounds better than Lolth. But, uh...Hm...I'll just..." He begins playing a song.
"She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath Broken ***** of Your Highness, I'm left black Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice
She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice Your advice Your advice..."
Yazrin orders a glass of cherry Feywine and listens.
"Yeah...They sucked. A lot. I thought they'd welcome me home, but they didn't."
Yazrin nods. "Believe me, I know. This place is the first time that I've been able to stop running or looking over my shoulder for nearly 100 years now.
"Hm. Well, I still want to find my family."
Yazrin freezes. "Drow or non-drow side......?" he asks warily. "I will never return to Menzoberranzan, but if you want to find the other part of your family, I will try and help."
"Both." Emrick says indifferently. "I thought at least one side would've been in Menzoberranzan, but they're both gone."
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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 outside, tending and speeding the growth of a sapling.
Yazrin is drinking a glass of Cherry Feywine at the bar.
[open slot.]
a voice enters his mind. Hey there cutie.
Soldaer's eyes go wide, and he gets noticeably flushed. Hello. Who might you be?
Who do you think. Turn around.
Soldaer stands up, and turns around.
Oscar stands there. She is dressed in a black crop-top, long black jeans, and a black jacket. Her stomach and arms are covered in silver tattoo's of worlds unknown. A deep scar is across her stomach. Her psuedodragon palls sit on her shoulders.
*I knew you brought her back...and probably just to mess with him a bit...XD*
Soldaer smiles nervously, and Oscar notices that his eyes have changed. Where they used to be just plain, pale green, they are now deep forest green with traces of gold in them, rather reminiscent of sunlight streaming through a forest canopy.
"Hello again, Oscar. It's been awhile, hasn't it? Last we spoke, you broke things off, if I remember correctly, and then you kinda just vanished." There's an odd mix of emotions on Soldaer's face and in his voice; nervousness, joy, and...apprehension?
She smiles and sits next to him "That i did" she said with very little words
Soldaer sits back down. "There's something you need to know, Oscar..." He sighs, then chuckles slightly before fluidly switching to telepathy. A week or two after that, someone form my homeland, a childhood friend who I had a crush on since almost as long as I can remember, showed up...apparently she came looking for me because she felt the same way... He pauses and looks her straight in the eyes. We're happy together, and while, if you have changed like you seem to have, I would be thrilled to still consider you a friend, I won't let anyone come between me and my love. He says it with more conviction than Oscar may have heard him say anything, and he seems to relax quite a bit once he finishes, actually leaning back against the tree. His eyes search Oscar, slightly scared, actually, while he waits for her response.
She watches him for a moment before smiling "That is good to hear, ive been having a time lately so im glad to hear this" she said
Soldaer smiles, and gives her a hug. "Good. I truly did care for you, Oscar, but I moved on." He lets go, and looks her in the eyes, the gold in his sparkling slightly. "We're still friends, right?"
"I suppose" she said with a smile "Now excuse me, my father calls to my attention" she said and disappeared in a whirl of smoke, letting her words sink into him.
Soldaer sits back further against the sapling-now-turned-young tree. "her father..." He mutters to himself. "No......she...no..." Soldaer seems rather confused, and a bit concerned now.
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.
Yazrin chuckles. "Alright then. I hear the water here is amazing." He says with teasing and playful sarcasm.
Emrick takes a seat, looking down again but his expression is still indifferent and hard to read. "Why are they after your family? I thought I'd find mine if I went there, but I was wrong. Wrote a song about it..."
Yazrin shrugs. "I don't know why Baenre joined in against my house. As for why I am being hunted," He chuckles sadly, and pulls his necklace out so it can be clearly seen. It's pure silver, and the pendant is an ornately carved moon with a sword and beautiful Drow female almost hidden in the engravings. "I turned my back on Lloth shortly after the fall of my house. A friend of mine who I met while adventuring taught me of Eilistraee, and I started following her. In addition to that, I'm the sole noble survivor, and so Lloth already demands my blood."
"Oh. Is she...like Lolth but good or something? I've heard rumors about a Drow god that wasn't to be named or worshiped...is this the same person?" Emrick begins tuning his guitar.
Yazrin chuckles. "More or less. She is the daughter of Lloth and Correlon, and the only goodly member of the Dark Seldarine."
"Oh." Emrick blinks twice. We have a pantheon of Elf gods??? He thinks to himself. I knew the dwarves had theirs... But he continues to tune his instrument until it is pitch perfect. "That sounds better than Lolth. But, uh...Hm...I'll just..." He begins playing a song.
"She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath Broken ***** of Your Highness, I'm left black Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice
She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey Wait I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice Your advice Your advice..."
Yazrin orders a glass of cherry Feywine and listens.
"Yeah...They sucked. A lot. I thought they'd welcome me home, but they didn't."
Yazrin nods. "Believe me, I know. This place is the first time that I've been able to stop running or looking over my shoulder for nearly 100 years now.
"Hm. Well, I still want to find my family."
Yazrin freezes. "Drow or non-drow side......?" he asks warily. "I will never return to Menzoberranzan, but if you want to find the other part of your family, I will try and help."
"Both." Emrick says indifferently. "I thought at least one side would've been in Menzoberranzan, but they're both gone."
Yazrin seems very confused. "House Baenre never leaves Menzoberranzan unless......" His voice goes cold. "Unless they marched the city to war..." His voice fills with dread.
Soldaer sits back further against the sapling-now-turned-young tree. "her father..." He mutters to himself. "No......she...no..." Soldaer seems rather confused, and a bit concerned now.
He hears her laugh ringing in his mind.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine – the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the 5th of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words – they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you allow the 5th of November to pass unmarked.
But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a 5th of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hunter places a hand on their shoulder, "Speak your mind."
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
Emrick is playing a new song.
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 suppose" she said with a smile "Now excuse me, my father calls to my attention" she said and disappeared in a whirl of smoke, letting her words sink into him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Yazrin freezes. "Drow or non-drow side......?" he asks warily. "I will never return to Menzoberranzan, but if you want to find the other part of your family, I will try and help."
* :D *
Even though no music is playing, he moves as though there were.
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.
"Its nothing" she said and smiled again
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*-puts on mask-*
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 moved in time with him, smiling happily.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hunter makes a noise similar to a sigh
insight: 17
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
* Viva revolution for V >:D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He finishes with a flourish and dips her low.
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.
"Both." Emrick says indifferently. "I thought at least one side would've been in Menzoberranzan, but they're both gone."
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.)
Soldaer sits back further against the sapling-now-turned-young tree. "her father..." He mutters to himself. "No......she...no..." Soldaer seems rather confused, and a bit concerned now.
She seems a little agitated but a little sorrowful, she knows he is a robot but she knew what she was expecting.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Fable is drawing someone.
Barachiel is practicing coin tricks.
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.
Yazrin seems very confused. "House Baenre never leaves Menzoberranzan unless......" His voice goes cold. "Unless they marched the city to war..." His voice fills with dread.
She smiles and hugs him, pulling him down with him as they both tumble into the grass.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hunter makes a slight clicking noise, almost to faint to hear, before he turns to face her more, his hand pulling her chin up so she looks at him
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
He hears her laugh ringing in his mind.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]