Allison is outside. She is meditating in her garden.
Yuri is lying on the grassy hill, watching the clouds go by.
Lore is with Hunter.
Emrick is outside, quietly playing music to himself.
Yuri's ears perk up a bit as she hears this, she sits up and looks over.
The song is not your typical one and as he plays on his guitar, other instruments seem to make a sound as if an entire band was playing with him, but it's just himself.
"I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'Cause I've found God
I'm so lonely, that's okay, I shaved my head And I'm not sad And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard But I'm not sure I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there And I don't care I'm so horny, that's okay My will is good
I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'Cause I've found God
I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack."
She appears besides him, listening.
"GAH!" He falls over. "Hey...personal space, please." He sighs and stands back up, but looks away from Yuri, turning his head to hide the badly scarred side of his face.
She tilts her head, almost like a curious child. "That sound, it sounds sad." She said and kneeled down, sitting on her knee's.
"Well...I am sad."
"Why are you sad?" she asked
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Allison is outside. She is meditating in her garden.
Yuri is lying on the grassy hill, watching the clouds go by.
Lore is with Hunter.
Emrick is outside, quietly playing music to himself.
Yuri's ears perk up a bit as she hears this, she sits up and looks over.
The song is not your typical one and as he plays on his guitar, other instruments seem to make a sound as if an entire band was playing with him, but it's just himself.
"I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'Cause I've found God
I'm so lonely, that's okay, I shaved my head And I'm not sad And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard But I'm not sure I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there And I don't care I'm so horny, that's okay My will is good
I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'Cause I've found God
I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack."
She appears besides him, listening.
"GAH!" He falls over. "Hey...personal space, please." He sighs and stands back up, but looks away from Yuri, turning his head to hide the badly scarred side of his face.
She tilts her head, almost like a curious child. "That sound, it sounds sad." She said and kneeled down, sitting on her knee's.
"Well...I am sad."
"Why are you sad?" she asked
"Uh..." Emrick winces. "I dunno if I want to talk about it..."
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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.)
Barachiel is sipping tea and reading a book on werewolves.
Fable is writing something in a book.
Valian calls over from a few feet, "Hey Bara." *you know his new look right?*
*Sorry, no.*
Barachiel close the book and looks up. "Hey. Sorry about... You know."
"Uh, no I actually don't, what do you mean?" *here*
He wears bangles & a laural leaf headband of matte gold in colour over his hair, with a wooden carved Ring Of Animal Influence on his left index finger & a light ashy-grey glove with no index or thumb fingers on his right hand. His clothing consists of a stylized black tunic, brown belt with a matte gold buckle, leggings of the same colour as his glove, & brown leather boots with some short faux fur on the outside. He carries a silver sheeth with gold coloured accents holding a silver rapier on his left hip, with a design of wolves on it.
"Never mind then. How have you been?"
"Decent, had more training with Atemos, against a young basilisk, also had a talk with him about him & the werewolf, didn't get to far but . . . is that what you ment?"
Allison is outside. She is meditating in her garden.
Yuri is lying on the grassy hill, watching the clouds go by.
Lore is with Hunter.
Emrick is outside, quietly playing music to himself.
Yuri's ears perk up a bit as she hears this, she sits up and looks over.
The song is not your typical one and as he plays on his guitar, other instruments seem to make a sound as if an entire band was playing with him, but it's just himself.
"I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'Cause I've found God
I'm so lonely, that's okay, I shaved my head And I'm not sad And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard But I'm not sure I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there And I don't care I'm so horny, that's okay My will is good
I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'Cause I've found God
I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack."
She appears besides him, listening.
"GAH!" He falls over. "Hey...personal space, please." He sighs and stands back up, but looks away from Yuri, turning his head to hide the badly scarred side of his face.
She tilts her head, almost like a curious child. "That sound, it sounds sad." She said and kneeled down, sitting on her knee's.
"Well...I am sad."
"Why are you sad?" she asked
"Uh..." Emrick winces. "I dunno if I want to talk about it..."
"That is ok" she said with a warm smile
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Barachiel is sipping tea and reading a book on werewolves.
Fable is writing something in a book.
Valian calls over from a few feet, "Hey Bara." *you know his new look right?*
*Sorry, no.*
Barachiel close the book and looks up. "Hey. Sorry about... You know."
"Uh, no I actually don't, what do you mean?" *here*
He wears bangles & a laural leaf headband of matte gold in colour over his hair, with a wooden carved Ring Of Animal Influence on his left index finger & a light ashy-grey glove with no index or thumb fingers on his right hand. His clothing consists of a stylized black tunic, brown belt with a matte gold buckle, leggings of the same colour as his glove, & brown leather boots with some short faux fur on the outside. He carries a silver sheeth with gold coloured accents holding a silver rapier on his left hip, with a design of wolves on it.
"Never mind then. How have you been?"
"Decent, had more training with Atemos, against a young basilisk, also had a talk with him about him & the werewolf, didn't get to far but . . . is that what you ment?"
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.
Allison is outside. She is meditating in her garden.
Yuri is lying on the grassy hill, watching the clouds go by.
Lore is with Hunter.
*Literally giving her someone to interact with, and yet...XD*
*Wait Soldaer? Oh, hold up*
She feels a disturbance in the natural growth around her, The grass whispers what happens below the earth created by a person named 'Soldaer' to her.
Soldaer is reclining against a rather large tree that appears to be growing into some sort of building, but in such a way that it still appears to be a tree.
*From last night*
Soldaer turns back to the triple tree-structure thingy, and resumes his chanting, the structure growing rapidly. By the time he stops today, it is nearly 100 feet tall, with the first room completed and two more having been started. The trunk is now nearly 6 feet in diameter, and the staircase is just barely wide enough for a medium sized humanoid to fit up.
Yuri appears besides him. "You."
Soldaer sighs and looks up at her. "You're the second Eladrin I've met in the past three days, you know that? First one was just creepily watching me with a mask on." He gives one of those tired half-sigh-half-snorts. "Anyways, what can I help you with?"
"I am no Eladrin child. But this tree you grew is a disgrace to perfection of nature" she said
Soldaer groans. "This is how my people have been building, or rather, growing, our homes for the past 10,000 years, ma'am. We live in harmony with nature, or at least as much as we can. It doesn't harm the trees in any way, as all I do is guide the growth, much like many gardeners do, albeit on a larger scale. Besides, I know that at the very least you are from the Feywild. I spent nearly 20 years there, and have seen similar structures, believe it or not." Soldaer climbs to his feet, obviously a bit wearied.
"Not im my domain Impish creature"
Soldaer chuckles slightly. "Different Feywilds then. if that's even possible. Either way, I am a druid, and while, yes, the tree is imperfect to the rest of nature, it is far better than the alternatives, such as cutting down trees to build a house, wouldn't you agree?" His voice grows a little colder, and the warm golden sparkles in his eyes fade, leaving cold, pale green eyes. He snorts and turns back to the tree. "Judge me if you want. You are obviously a Feywild royal; I can tell that much be your demeanor and the way you talk down to me. I am a royal myself. Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki, Druid of Eilistraee, and Crown Prince of the Twilight Elves." He sighs. "I just seek peace though; peace for myself, my fiancé, and our unborn child. Hence, why I am doing this; so we can leave our room at the Tavern and live here, at peace with nature, and yet still able to easily meet with and talk to our friends."
Allison is outside. She is meditating in her garden.
Yuri is lying on the grassy hill, watching the clouds go by.
Lore is with Hunter.
Emrick is outside, quietly playing music to himself.
Yuri's ears perk up a bit as she hears this, she sits up and looks over.
The song is not your typical one and as he plays on his guitar, other instruments seem to make a sound as if an entire band was playing with him, but it's just himself.
"I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'Cause I've found God
I'm so lonely, that's okay, I shaved my head And I'm not sad And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard But I'm not sure I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there And I don't care I'm so horny, that's okay My will is good
I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'Cause I've found God
I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack."
She appears besides him, listening.
"GAH!" He falls over. "Hey...personal space, please." He sighs and stands back up, but looks away from Yuri, turning his head to hide the badly scarred side of his face.
She tilts her head, almost like a curious child. "That sound, it sounds sad." She said and kneeled down, sitting on her knee's.
"Well...I am sad."
"Why are you sad?" she asked
"Uh..." Emrick winces. "I dunno if I want to talk about it..."
"That is ok" she said with a warm smile
"Yeah, thanks." Emrick nods, but still looks sad. "Wait...did you...did you like the song?"
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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.)
Barachiel is sipping tea and reading a book on werewolves.
Fable is writing something in a book.
Valian calls over from a few feet, "Hey Bara." *you know his new look right?*
*Sorry, no.*
Barachiel close the book and looks up. "Hey. Sorry about... You know."
"Uh, no I actually don't, what do you mean?" *here*
He wears bangles & a laural leaf headband of matte gold in colour over his hair, with a wooden carved Ring Of Animal Influence on his left index finger & a light ashy-grey glove with no index or thumb fingers on his right hand. His clothing consists of a stylized black tunic, brown belt with a matte gold buckle, leggings of the same colour as his glove, & brown leather boots with some short faux fur on the outside. He carries a silver sheeth with gold coloured accents holding a silver rapier on his left hip, with a design of wolves on it.
"Never mind then. How have you been?"
"Decent, had more training with Atemos, against a young basilisk, also had a talk with him about him & the werewolf, didn't get to far but . . . is that what you ment?"
"No, no. What do you think of this werewolf guy?"
"Well it doesn't seem like he did anything, but Atemos said he will do stuff, and that it's apart of lycanthropy. I trust Atemos, but with this it just seems... I don't know."
Allison is outside. She is meditating in her garden.
Yuri is lying on the grassy hill, watching the clouds go by.
Lore is with Hunter.
*Literally giving her someone to interact with, and yet...XD*
*Wait Soldaer? Oh, hold up*
She feels a disturbance in the natural growth around her, The grass whispers what happens below the earth created by a person named 'Soldaer' to her.
Soldaer is reclining against a rather large tree that appears to be growing into some sort of building, but in such a way that it still appears to be a tree.
*From last night*
Soldaer turns back to the triple tree-structure thingy, and resumes his chanting, the structure growing rapidly. By the time he stops today, it is nearly 100 feet tall, with the first room completed and two more having been started. The trunk is now nearly 6 feet in diameter, and the staircase is just barely wide enough for a medium sized humanoid to fit up.
Yuri appears besides him. "You."
Soldaer sighs and looks up at her. "You're the second Eladrin I've met in the past three days, you know that? First one was just creepily watching me with a mask on." He gives one of those tired half-sigh-half-snorts. "Anyways, what can I help you with?"
"I am no Eladrin child. But this tree you grew is a disgrace to perfection of nature" she said
Soldaer groans. "This is how my people have been building, or rather, growing, our homes for the past 10,000 years, ma'am. We live in harmony with nature, or at least as much as we can. It doesn't harm the trees in any way, as all I do is guide the growth, much like many gardeners do, albeit on a larger scale. Besides, I know that at the very least you are from the Feywild. I spent nearly 20 years there, and have seen similar structures, believe it or not." Soldaer climbs to his feet, obviously a bit wearied.
"Not im my domain Impish creature"
Soldaer chuckles slightly. "Different Feywilds then. if that's even possible. Either way, I am a druid, and while, yes, the tree is imperfect to the rest of nature, it is far better than the alternatives, such as cutting down trees to build a house, wouldn't you agree?" His voice grows a little colder, and the warm golden sparkles in his eyes fade, leaving cold, pale green eyes. He snorts and turns back to the tree. "Judge me if you want. You are obviously a Feywild royal; I can tell that much be your demeanor and the way you talk down to me. I am a royal myself. Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki, Druid of Eilistraee, and Crown Prince of the Twilight Elves." He sighs. "I just seek peace though; peace for myself, my fiancé, and our unborn child. Hence, why I am doing this; so we can leave our room at the Tavern and live here, at peace with nature, and yet still able to easily meet with and talk to our friends."
"You are nothing. You do not get to choose what grows here and what doesn't. Growing all this... vegetation, ruins the soil and causes it to grow dry with all the weeds and plants fighting for nutrients"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Allison is outside. She is meditating in her garden.
Yuri is lying on the grassy hill, watching the clouds go by.
Lore is with Hunter.
*Literally giving her someone to interact with, and yet...XD*
*Wait Soldaer? Oh, hold up*
She feels a disturbance in the natural growth around her, The grass whispers what happens below the earth created by a person named 'Soldaer' to her.
Soldaer is reclining against a rather large tree that appears to be growing into some sort of building, but in such a way that it still appears to be a tree.
*From last night*
Soldaer turns back to the triple tree-structure thingy, and resumes his chanting, the structure growing rapidly. By the time he stops today, it is nearly 100 feet tall, with the first room completed and two more having been started. The trunk is now nearly 6 feet in diameter, and the staircase is just barely wide enough for a medium sized humanoid to fit up.
Yuri appears besides him. "You."
Soldaer sighs and looks up at her. "You're the second Eladrin I've met in the past three days, you know that? First one was just creepily watching me with a mask on." He gives one of those tired half-sigh-half-snorts. "Anyways, what can I help you with?"
"I am no Eladrin child. But this tree you grew is a disgrace to perfection of nature" she said
Soldaer groans. "This is how my people have been building, or rather, growing, our homes for the past 10,000 years, ma'am. We live in harmony with nature, or at least as much as we can. It doesn't harm the trees in any way, as all I do is guide the growth, much like many gardeners do, albeit on a larger scale. Besides, I know that at the very least you are from the Feywild. I spent nearly 20 years there, and have seen similar structures, believe it or not." Soldaer climbs to his feet, obviously a bit wearied.
"Not im my domain Impish creature"
Soldaer chuckles slightly. "Different Feywilds then. if that's even possible. Either way, I am a druid, and while, yes, the tree is imperfect to the rest of nature, it is far better than the alternatives, such as cutting down trees to build a house, wouldn't you agree?" His voice grows a little colder, and the warm golden sparkles in his eyes fade, leaving cold, pale green eyes. He snorts and turns back to the tree. "Judge me if you want. You are obviously a Feywild royal; I can tell that much be your demeanor and the way you talk down to me. I am a royal myself. Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki, Druid of Eilistraee, and Crown Prince of the Twilight Elves." He sighs. "I just seek peace though; peace for myself, my fiancé, and our unborn child. Hence, why I am doing this; so we can leave our room at the Tavern and live here, at peace with nature, and yet still able to easily meet with and talk to our friends."
"You are nothing. You do not get to choose what grows here and what doesn't. Growing all this... vegetation, ruins the soil and causes it to grow dry with all the weeds and plants fighting for nutrients"
Allison is outside. She is meditating in her garden.
Yuri is lying on the grassy hill, watching the clouds go by.
Lore is with Hunter.
Emrick is outside, quietly playing music to himself.
Yuri's ears perk up a bit as she hears this, she sits up and looks over.
The song is not your typical one and as he plays on his guitar, other instruments seem to make a sound as if an entire band was playing with him, but it's just himself.
"I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'Cause I've found God
I'm so lonely, that's okay, I shaved my head And I'm not sad And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard But I'm not sure I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there And I don't care I'm so horny, that's okay My will is good
I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'Cause I've found God
I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack."
She appears besides him, listening.
"GAH!" He falls over. "Hey...personal space, please." He sighs and stands back up, but looks away from Yuri, turning his head to hide the badly scarred side of his face.
She tilts her head, almost like a curious child. "That sound, it sounds sad." She said and kneeled down, sitting on her knee's.
"Well...I am sad."
"Why are you sad?" she asked
"Uh..." Emrick winces. "I dunno if I want to talk about it..."
"That is ok" she said with a warm smile
"Yeah, thanks." Emrick nods, but still looks sad. "Wait...did you...did you like the song?"
She nods "Music is a way of expressing emotion. The emotion you expressed was sadness and you did it very well"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Allison is outside. She is meditating in her garden.
Yuri is lying on the grassy hill, watching the clouds go by.
Lore is with Hunter.
*Literally giving her someone to interact with, and yet...XD*
*Wait Soldaer? Oh, hold up*
She feels a disturbance in the natural growth around her, The grass whispers what happens below the earth created by a person named 'Soldaer' to her.
Soldaer is reclining against a rather large tree that appears to be growing into some sort of building, but in such a way that it still appears to be a tree.
*From last night*
Soldaer turns back to the triple tree-structure thingy, and resumes his chanting, the structure growing rapidly. By the time he stops today, it is nearly 100 feet tall, with the first room completed and two more having been started. The trunk is now nearly 6 feet in diameter, and the staircase is just barely wide enough for a medium sized humanoid to fit up.
Yuri appears besides him. "You."
Soldaer sighs and looks up at her. "You're the second Eladrin I've met in the past three days, you know that? First one was just creepily watching me with a mask on." He gives one of those tired half-sigh-half-snorts. "Anyways, what can I help you with?"
"I am no Eladrin child. But this tree you grew is a disgrace to perfection of nature" she said
Soldaer groans. "This is how my people have been building, or rather, growing, our homes for the past 10,000 years, ma'am. We live in harmony with nature, or at least as much as we can. It doesn't harm the trees in any way, as all I do is guide the growth, much like many gardeners do, albeit on a larger scale. Besides, I know that at the very least you are from the Feywild. I spent nearly 20 years there, and have seen similar structures, believe it or not." Soldaer climbs to his feet, obviously a bit wearied.
"Not im my domain Impish creature"
Soldaer chuckles slightly. "Different Feywilds then. if that's even possible. Either way, I am a druid, and while, yes, the tree is imperfect to the rest of nature, it is far better than the alternatives, such as cutting down trees to build a house, wouldn't you agree?" His voice grows a little colder, and the warm golden sparkles in his eyes fade, leaving cold, pale green eyes. He snorts and turns back to the tree. "Judge me if you want. You are obviously a Feywild royal; I can tell that much be your demeanor and the way you talk down to me. I am a royal myself. Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki, Druid of Eilistraee, and Crown Prince of the Twilight Elves." He sighs. "I just seek peace though; peace for myself, my fiancé, and our unborn child. Hence, why I am doing this; so we can leave our room at the Tavern and live here, at peace with nature, and yet still able to easily meet with and talk to our friends."
"You are nothing. You do not get to choose what grows here and what doesn't. Growing all this... vegetation, ruins the soil and causes it to grow dry with all the weeds and plants fighting for nutrients"
Spawn appears, "WEEDS?!?" He growls. "Where....." He whips around looking for those vile 'plants'.
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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.)
Allison is outside. She is meditating in her garden.
Yuri is lying on the grassy hill, watching the clouds go by.
Lore is with Hunter.
*Literally giving her someone to interact with, and yet...XD*
*Wait Soldaer? Oh, hold up*
She feels a disturbance in the natural growth around her, The grass whispers what happens below the earth created by a person named 'Soldaer' to her.
Soldaer is reclining against a rather large tree that appears to be growing into some sort of building, but in such a way that it still appears to be a tree.
*From last night*
Soldaer turns back to the triple tree-structure thingy, and resumes his chanting, the structure growing rapidly. By the time he stops today, it is nearly 100 feet tall, with the first room completed and two more having been started. The trunk is now nearly 6 feet in diameter, and the staircase is just barely wide enough for a medium sized humanoid to fit up.
Yuri appears besides him. "You."
Soldaer sighs and looks up at her. "You're the second Eladrin I've met in the past three days, you know that? First one was just creepily watching me with a mask on." He gives one of those tired half-sigh-half-snorts. "Anyways, what can I help you with?"
"I am no Eladrin child. But this tree you grew is a disgrace to perfection of nature" she said
Soldaer groans. "This is how my people have been building, or rather, growing, our homes for the past 10,000 years, ma'am. We live in harmony with nature, or at least as much as we can. It doesn't harm the trees in any way, as all I do is guide the growth, much like many gardeners do, albeit on a larger scale. Besides, I know that at the very least you are from the Feywild. I spent nearly 20 years there, and have seen similar structures, believe it or not." Soldaer climbs to his feet, obviously a bit wearied.
"Not im my domain Impish creature"
Soldaer chuckles slightly. "Different Feywilds then. if that's even possible. Either way, I am a druid, and while, yes, the tree is imperfect to the rest of nature, it is far better than the alternatives, such as cutting down trees to build a house, wouldn't you agree?" His voice grows a little colder, and the warm golden sparkles in his eyes fade, leaving cold, pale green eyes. He snorts and turns back to the tree. "Judge me if you want. You are obviously a Feywild royal; I can tell that much be your demeanor and the way you talk down to me. I am a royal myself. Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki, Druid of Eilistraee, and Crown Prince of the Twilight Elves." He sighs. "I just seek peace though; peace for myself, my fiancé, and our unborn child. Hence, why I am doing this; so we can leave our room at the Tavern and live here, at peace with nature, and yet still able to easily meet with and talk to our friends."
"You are nothing. You do not get to choose what grows here and what doesn't. Growing all this... vegetation, ruins the soil and causes it to grow dry with all the weeds and plants fighting for nutrients"
Would you like to kill him for that?
She pinches the bridge of her nose "Begone with you Zenix, this does no counsel your need to be here"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Barachiel is sipping tea and reading a book on werewolves.
Fable is writing something in a book.
Valian calls over from a few feet, "Hey Bara." *you know his new look right?*
*Sorry, no.*
Barachiel close the book and looks up. "Hey. Sorry about... You know."
"Uh, no I actually don't, what do you mean?" *here*
He wears bangles & a laural leaf headband of matte gold in colour over his hair, with a wooden carved Ring Of Animal Influence on his left index finger & a light ashy-grey glove with no index or thumb fingers on his right hand. His clothing consists of a stylized black tunic, brown belt with a matte gold buckle, leggings of the same colour as his glove, & brown leather boots with some short faux fur on the outside. He carries a silver sheeth with gold coloured accents holding a silver rapier on his left hip, with a design of wolves on it.
"Never mind then. How have you been?"
"Decent, had more training with Atemos, against a young basilisk, also had a talk with him about him & the werewolf, didn't get to far but . . . is that what you ment?"
"No, no. What do you think of this werewolf guy?"
"Well it doesn't seem like he did anything, but Atemos said he will do stuff, and that it's apart of lycanthropy. I trust Atemos, but with this it just seems... I don't know."
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.
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"Why are you sad?" she asked
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You are welcome," Hunter says
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
"Uh..." Emrick winces. "I dunno if I want to talk about it..."
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.)
"Decent, had more training with Atemos, against a young basilisk, also had a talk with him about him & the werewolf, didn't get to far but . . . is that what you ment?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Lore nods and sits down on the grass.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That is ok" she said with a warm smile
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No, no. What do you think of this werewolf guy?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Soldaer chuckles slightly. "Different Feywilds then. if that's even possible. Either way, I am a druid, and while, yes, the tree is imperfect to the rest of nature, it is far better than the alternatives, such as cutting down trees to build a house, wouldn't you agree?" His voice grows a little colder, and the warm golden sparkles in his eyes fade, leaving cold, pale green eyes. He snorts and turns back to the tree. "Judge me if you want. You are obviously a Feywild royal; I can tell that much be your demeanor and the way you talk down to me. I am a royal myself. Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki, Druid of Eilistraee, and Crown Prince of the Twilight Elves." He sighs. "I just seek peace though; peace for myself, my fiancé, and our unborn child. Hence, why I am doing this; so we can leave our room at the Tavern and live here, at peace with nature, and yet still able to easily meet with and talk to our friends."
Hunter sits beside her, starting to examine parts of her, such as her horns and tail
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, thanks." Emrick nods, but still looks sad. "Wait...did you...did you like the 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.)
"Well it doesn't seem like he did anything, but Atemos said he will do stuff, and that it's apart of lycanthropy. I trust Atemos, but with this it just seems... I don't know."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"You are nothing. You do not get to choose what grows here and what doesn't. Growing all this... vegetation, ruins the soil and causes it to grow dry with all the weeds and plants fighting for nutrients"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Lore face is flushed with bright red color as she allows this,
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Would you like to kill him for 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
She nods "Music is a way of expressing emotion. The emotion you expressed was sadness and you did it very well"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Spawn appears, "WEEDS?!?" He growls. "Where....." He whips around looking for those vile 'plants'.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Hunter is rather soft with his examinations, not causing any damage to anything, "You are a spectacular being," He murmers
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
She pinches the bridge of her nose "Begone with you Zenix, this does no counsel your need to be here"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hello. How is it going? I am going to be on a bus for the next 4 hours!!!*
Gwen is resting
Other characters are active
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I've talked to him. He seems nice."
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.