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"
"Thank you, I think." Emrick sits down again but scoots away from Yuri. Not because he doesn't like her, he just doesn't want her to see his scars. "Uh, I'm Emrick, by the way."
"I am Yuri Morichine" she said with a warm smile. "Your music, are you a bard of sorts?"
"Uh, yeah, Imma bard." Emrick nods. "A lot of them think I'm weird and edgy, and they're mostly right. I guess I just see the world differently than they do..."" Emrick saddens.
She reaches over and pats his head, her touch gives him a bonus 5 HP points or inspiration if he does not already have it. She smiles "Do not be sad my friend, Your songs and personality may be different but those who shun you as different are different themselves, a mean kind of different"
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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"
Soldaer turns back to her, his eyes narrowed slightly. "I know exactly what I am doing Ma'am. Like I said, I spent nearly 30 years in the Feywild, studying nature. I know how to tend plants; how to maintain balance. If you wish to help me, I would appreciate it, but do not interfere, please." He blinks, and his expression changes. "I am certainly still younger than you, but I am no child," He says, still slightly weary, and wary. He chuckles. "I have been a druid for nearly 150 years. I know how to care for the soil. I know exactly the environment each of these plants need, and how to balance it all."
"Then why grow so much and make plants fight for their food" she hissed
Soldaer's eyes narrow. "If you mean the rapid growth, then you should now that such is easily replenished. As for the amount of plants..." His voice trails off as he looks around. a nearly 80 ft in diameter lake is the dominant feature after the tree-house-thing. Sections of the shoreline are filled with reeds and cattails, but no more than would be natural. Organized patches of flowers and fruit- and vegetable-bearing plants and places here and there, keeping plenty of space between them and never more than 5-10 plants when it comes to the edible ones. The flowers are arranged beautifully, as though a master gardener had planted them, and one who knew exactly how much room was needed.
"Take a closer look. It looks like far too much at first, but it isn't. This place is a safe haven for animals, as well as for those who love nature. I know precisely how to balance it all, ma'am." His eyes have brightened back up, the gold seeming to glow with a slight bit of pride, and a small smile comes to his face.
She raises her hand, and with a mericless wave of her hand, and casts Blight on the plants, draining them of their life.
*Inside the protection field...although honestly not sure if plants are safe....Chris?*
*That would most likely fail*
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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"
Soldaer turns back to her, his eyes narrowed slightly. "I know exactly what I am doing Ma'am. Like I said, I spent nearly 30 years in the Feywild, studying nature. I know how to tend plants; how to maintain balance. If you wish to help me, I would appreciate it, but do not interfere, please." He blinks, and his expression changes. "I am certainly still younger than you, but I am no child," He says, still slightly weary, and wary. He chuckles. "I have been a druid for nearly 150 years. I know how to care for the soil. I know exactly the environment each of these plants need, and how to balance it all."
"Then why grow so much and make plants fight for their food" she hissed
Soldaer's eyes narrow. "If you mean the rapid growth, then you should now that such is easily replenished. As for the amount of plants..." His voice trails off as he looks around. a nearly 80 ft in diameter lake is the dominant feature after the tree-house-thing. Sections of the shoreline are filled with reeds and cattails, but no more than would be natural. Organized patches of flowers and fruit- and vegetable-bearing plants and places here and there, keeping plenty of space between them and never more than 5-10 plants when it comes to the edible ones. The flowers are arranged beautifully, as though a master gardener had planted them, and one who knew exactly how much room was needed.
"Take a closer look. It looks like far too much at first, but it isn't. This place is a safe haven for animals, as well as for those who love nature. I know precisely how to balance it all, ma'am." His eyes have brightened back up, the gold seeming to glow with a slight bit of pride, and a small smile comes to his face.
She raises her hand, and with a mericless wave of her hand, and casts Blight on the plants, draining them of their life.
*Hm. Yuri is a very interesting Fey Queen. Might make a Seelie Queen of Winter...Hm...HHmmmm...*
*i actually see her turning towards a evil alignment lol, but because of her love of nature and living animals she remains CN*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*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
*Good, & for you that means bad because butt cramp, but good cuz free time for this.*
Jerimiah is checking up on his guns, making sure they function properly.
Some tiefling kid is sitting cross legged in the rafters, watching the tavern. *Let me know on truesight.*
*I do. Also, do you want to continue tasa and Yacatl?*
*sounds good, & her real appearance is an Ancient Black Dragon, but not a regular one, she has a distinct metal like sheen to her scales like a metallic one does, but the black colour of a regular one. HB btw*
Yacatl and Tasa are eating, eventually Yacatl finishes and debates taking a nap.
Yossele walks over to the tiefling/dragon waves, and hands them a card. hello. I am Yossele. Who are you?
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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
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."
"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"
Soldaer turns back to her, his eyes narrowed slightly. "I know exactly what I am doing Ma'am. Like I said, I spent nearly 30 years in the Feywild, studying nature. I know how to tend plants; how to maintain balance. If you wish to help me, I would appreciate it, but do not interfere, please." He blinks, and his expression changes. "I am certainly still younger than you, but I am no child," He says, still slightly weary, and wary. He chuckles. "I have been a druid for nearly 150 years. I know how to care for the soil. I know exactly the environment each of these plants need, and how to balance it all."
"Then why grow so much and make plants fight for their food" she hissed
Soldaer's eyes narrow. "If you mean the rapid growth, then you should now that such is easily replenished. As for the amount of plants..." His voice trails off as he looks around. a nearly 80 ft in diameter lake is the dominant feature after the tree-house-thing. Sections of the shoreline are filled with reeds and cattails, but no more than would be natural. Organized patches of flowers and fruit- and vegetable-bearing plants and places here and there, keeping plenty of space between them and never more than 5-10 plants when it comes to the edible ones. The flowers are arranged beautifully, as though a master gardener had planted them, and one who knew exactly how much room was needed.
"Take a closer look. It looks like far too much at first, but it isn't. This place is a safe haven for animals, as well as for those who love nature. I know precisely how to balance it all, ma'am." His eyes have brightened back up, the gold seeming to glow with a slight bit of pride, and a small smile comes to his face.
She raises her hand, and with a mericless wave of her hand, and casts Blight on the plants, draining them of their life.
*Inside the protection field...although honestly not sure if plants are safe....Chris?*
*That would most likely fail*
*Possibly, but earlier last week when the Doctor and Penny tried dropping the trees on the Dalek, it didn't work because of the safety field, so.....*
*Also, the tree is warded from harm. Even Yuri can't harm it*
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"
"Thank you, I think." Emrick sits down again but scoots away from Yuri. Not because he doesn't like her, he just doesn't want her to see his scars. "Uh, I'm Emrick, by the way."
"I am Yuri Morichine" she said with a warm smile. "Your music, are you a bard of sorts?"
"Uh, yeah, Imma bard." Emrick nods. "A lot of them think I'm weird and edgy, and they're mostly right. I guess I just see the world differently than they do..."" Emrick saddens.
She reaches over and pats his head, her touch gives him a bonus 1 HP points or inspiration if he does not already have it. She smiles "Do not be sad my friend, Your songs and personality may be different but those who shun you as different are different themselves, a mean kind of different"
"Right, yeah...thanks, Yuri." Emrick nods and smiles sheepishly. "Where did you come from?"
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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."
"I've talked to him. He seems nice."
"He is, just with this, he, seems different somehow. What's that book you have?" He says seeing the book.
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.
*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
*Good, & for you that means bad because butt cramp, but good cuz free time for this.*
Jerimiah is checking up on his guns, making sure they function properly.
Some tiefling kid is sitting cross legged in the rafters, watching the tavern. *Let me know on truesight.*
Fable looks up and sketches him sitting in the rafters. *He has truesight.*
*She's an Ancient Black Dragon, but not a regular one, she has a distinct metal like sheen to her scales like a metallic one does, but the black colour of a regular one. So is he sketching that or her appearance right now?*
She notices and does a pose to the best of her ability in the rafters.
Fable is sketching the appearance but raises his non existent eyebrows.
She speaks through the gas mask, in a young girl's voice "What's with the look?"
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."
"I've talked to him. He seems nice."
"He is, just with this, he, seems different somehow. What's that book you have?" He says seeing the book.
"It's on werewolves."
"Oh, what did you get from it so far?"
"Not much besides the obvious."
"So nothing on if it changes the mind or behaviours of those with it?"
*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
*Good, & for you that means bad because butt cramp, but good cuz free time for this.*
Jerimiah is checking up on his guns, making sure they function properly.
Some tiefling kid is sitting cross legged in the rafters, watching the tavern. *Let me know on truesight.*
Fable looks up and sketches him sitting in the rafters. *He has truesight.*
*She's an Ancient Black Dragon, but not a regular one, she has a distinct metal like sheen to her scales like a metallic one does, but the black colour of a regular one. So is he sketching that or her appearance right now?*
She notices and does a pose to the best of her ability in the rafters.
Fable is sketching the appearance but raises his non-existent eyebrows.
She speaks through the gas mask, in a young girl's voice "What's with the look?"
"Nothing important. Do you think your horns are more curved or straight?"
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."
"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"
Soldaer turns back to her, his eyes narrowed slightly. "I know exactly what I am doing Ma'am. Like I said, I spent nearly 30 years in the Feywild, studying nature. I know how to tend plants; how to maintain balance. If you wish to help me, I would appreciate it, but do not interfere, please." He blinks, and his expression changes. "I am certainly still younger than you, but I am no child," He says, still slightly weary, and wary. He chuckles. "I have been a druid for nearly 150 years. I know how to care for the soil. I know exactly the environment each of these plants need, and how to balance it all."
"Then why grow so much and make plants fight for their food" she hissed
Soldaer's eyes narrow. "If you mean the rapid growth, then you should now that such is easily replenished. As for the amount of plants..." His voice trails off as he looks around. a nearly 80 ft in diameter lake is the dominant feature after the tree-house-thing. Sections of the shoreline are filled with reeds and cattails, but no more than would be natural. Organized patches of flowers and fruit- and vegetable-bearing plants and places here and there, keeping plenty of space between them and never more than 5-10 plants when it comes to the edible ones. The flowers are arranged beautifully, as though a master gardener had planted them, and one who knew exactly how much room was needed.
"Take a closer look. It looks like far too much at first, but it isn't. This place is a safe haven for animals, as well as for those who love nature. I know precisely how to balance it all, ma'am." His eyes have brightened back up, the gold seeming to glow with a slight bit of pride, and a small smile comes to his face.
She raises her hand, and with a mericless wave of her hand, and casts Blight on the plants, draining them of their life.
*Inside the protection field...although honestly not sure if plants are safe....Chris?*
*That would most likely fail*
*Possibly, but earlier last week when the Doctor and Penny tried dropping the trees on the Dalek, it didn't work because of the safety field, so.....*
*Also, the tree is warded from harm. Even Yuri can't harm it*
*Ill say the plants wither but don't entirely die but chris has power over this. The tree however does not die. Are you ok with this?*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*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
*Good, & for you that means bad because butt cramp, but good cuz free time for this.*
Jerimiah is checking up on his guns, making sure they function properly.
Some tiefling kid is sitting cross legged in the rafters, watching the tavern. *Let me know on truesight.*
*I do. Also, do you want to continue tasa and Yacatl?*
*sounds good, & her real appearance is an Ancient Black Dragon, but not a regular one, she has a distinct metal like sheen to her scales like a metallic one does, but the black colour of a regular one. HB btw*
Yacatl and Tasa are eating, eventually Yacatl finishes and debates taking a nap.
Yossele walks over to the tiefling/dragon waves, and hands them a card. hello. I am Yossele. Who are you?
*Thara.*
Thara speaks up, "Thank you for this." She smiles.
The kid speaks through the gas mask, in a young girl's voice, "They call me Fuchsia, what's this?" She says looking at the card.
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She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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She reaches over and pats his head, her touch gives him a bonus 5 HP points or inspiration if he does not already have it. She smiles "Do not be sad my friend, Your songs and personality may be different but those who shun you as different are different themselves, a mean kind of different"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*That would most likely fail*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yes, your anatomy is something of great interest." He nods
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 actually see her turning towards a evil alignment lol, but because of her love of nature and living animals she remains CN*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Yacatl and Tasa are eating, eventually Yacatl finishes and debates taking a nap.
Yossele walks over to the tiefling/dragon waves, and hands them a card. hello. I am Yossele. Who are you?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Link the sauce.*
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.
*Which one?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Possibly, but earlier last week when the Doctor and Penny tried dropping the trees on the Dalek, it didn't work because of the safety field, so.....*
*Also, the tree is warded from harm. Even Yuri can't harm it*
"Right, yeah...thanks, Yuri." Emrick nods and smiles sheepishly. "Where did you come from?"
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.)
"Not much besides the obvious."
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.
She speaks through the gas mask, in a young girl's voice "What's with the look?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I suppose to you it would be"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"So nothing on if it changes the mind or behaviours of those with it?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Nothing important. Do you think your horns are more curved or straight?"
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.
*wendigo, want to continue Yuri and Lazarus?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Ill say the plants wither but don't entirely die but chris has power over this. The tree however does not die. Are you ok with this?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Current link i'm using: http://dnd5e.*******.com/sorcerer*
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 forgot to ask for a description of Emrick lol, may i please have one tavern mother*
"I came from the feywild" she said "I am the queen of spring"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I may not be the only one"
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
*Thara.*
Thara speaks up, "Thank you for this." She smiles.
The kid speaks through the gas mask, in a young girl's voice, "They call me Fuchsia, what's this?" She says looking at the card.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.