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?"
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?"
"Nothing important. Do you think your horns are more curved or straight?"
"Can't you see they're curved?" She turns her head.
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?*
*Sure.*
Soldaer narrows his eyes. "And here I was thinking that you might be willing to help me." He says, a cold tone creeping back into his voice, and the gold sparkles have left his eyes again. "Apparently not." He laughs humorlessly. "If you wish to actually help, ma'am, then please do, but if you decide to keep trying to undermine my work, I will have to ask you to leave. I have no, nor do I want, any quarrel with you..." His voice trails off as he looks back to his garden, and the hours of work Yuri just tried to destroy.
*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.
*Sorry, keep forgetting*
"Your welcome." He says, smiling sleepily back. "Want to go back to the tavern?"
Yossele, the flesh Golem, turns the card over and writes: Paper. Do you want some?
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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
"Right, yeah...thanks, Yuri." Emrick nods and smiles sheepishly. "Where did you come from?"
*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"
*Yes you may, lol. He's a Half-Elf, but he looks like a Drow. He has normal human ears but dark grey skin and stark white long hair. The left of his face is very handsome but the right sight is terribly scarred. He wears decent looking clothing and carries a sheathed rapier. His eyes are yellow.*
"Oh snap..." Emrick looks surprised. "Should I...should I bow or something??"
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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"
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?*
*Sure.*
Soldaer narrows his eyes. "And here I was thinking that you might be willing to help me." He says, a cold tone creeping back into his voice, and the gold sparkles have left his eyes again. "Apparently not." He laughs humorlessly. "If you wish to actually help, ma'am, then please do, but if you decide to keep trying to undermine my work, I will have to ask you to leave. I have no, nor do I want, any quarrel with you..." His voice trails off as he looks back to his garden, and the hours of work Yuri just tried to destroy.
She flicks a finger at him as a wall of thorns grow from the ground (Can you make a DEX save for me?)
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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.
*Sorry, keep forgetting*
"Your welcome." He says, smiling sleepily back. "Want to go back to the tavern?"
Yossele, the flesh Golem, turns the card over and writes: Paper. Do you want some?
"Whatever you're good with, I have no plans." She lays onto the blanket.
*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?"
"Can't you see they're curved?" She turns her head.
"Thank you." Fable finishes the drawing, rips it out, and holds it up for the tiefling.
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?*
*Sure.*
Soldaer narrows his eyes. "And here I was thinking that you might be willing to help me." He says, a cold tone creeping back into his voice, and the gold sparkles have left his eyes again. "Apparently not." He laughs humorlessly. "If you wish to actually help, ma'am, then please do, but if you decide to keep trying to undermine my work, I will have to ask you to leave. I have no, nor do I want, any quarrel with you..." His voice trails off as he looks back to his garden, and the hours of work Yuri just tried to destroy.
She flicks a finger at him as a wall of thorns grow from the ground (Can you make a DEX save for me?)
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*Edit: mistyped, so that's why it is claiming I manipulated the roll...originally put 12 in instead of 11 for the bonus.*
"Right, yeah...thanks, Yuri." Emrick nods and smiles sheepishly. "Where did you come from?"
*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"
*Yes you may, lol. He's a Half-Elf, but he looks like a Drow. He has normal human ears but dark grey skin and stark white long hair. The left of his face is very handsome but the right sight is terribly scarred. He wears decent looking clothing and carries a sheathed rapier. His eyes are yellow.*
"Oh snap..." Emrick looks surprised. "Should I...should I bow or something??"
"Hehe! no you do not need to" she chirps "I simply enjoy talking to you"
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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.*
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?"
"Can't you see they're curved?" She turns her head.
"Thank you." Fable finishes the drawing, rips it out, and holds it up for the tiefling.
"Wonderful!" She claps & hops down, taking the picture, "Thank you my skelly-friend!"
"Right, yeah...thanks, Yuri." Emrick nods and smiles sheepishly. "Where did you come from?"
*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"
*Yes you may, lol. He's a Half-Elf, but he looks like a Drow. He has normal human ears but dark grey skin and stark white long hair. The left of his face is very handsome but the right sight is terribly scarred. He wears decent looking clothing and carries a sheathed rapier. His eyes are yellow.*
"Oh snap..." Emrick looks surprised. "Should I...should I bow or something??"
"Hehe! no you do not need to" she chirps "I simply enjoy talking to you"
"Okay, cool..." Emrick trails off. "What are you doing here? Don't you have like an escort or something? Fey soldiers or whatnot?"
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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.)
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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"I don't think so."
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.
*Sure*
Yuri continues walking through the forest with Lazarus "So with our deal.. This wooden child you will make, I want magic imbued into its husk"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Can't you see they're curved?" She turns her head.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"?" She tilts her head to the side confused
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sure.*
Soldaer narrows his eyes. "And here I was thinking that you might be willing to help me." He says, a cold tone creeping back into his voice, and the gold sparkles have left his eyes again. "Apparently not." He laughs humorlessly. "If you wish to actually help, ma'am, then please do, but if you decide to keep trying to undermine my work, I will have to ask you to leave. I have no, nor do I want, any quarrel with you..." His voice trails off as he looks back to his garden, and the hours of work Yuri just tried to destroy.
He sighs & sits down next to him, "Great."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Sorry, keep forgetting*
"Your welcome." He says, smiling sleepily back. "Want to go back to the tavern?"
Yossele, the flesh Golem, turns the card over and writes: Paper. Do you want some?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Yes you may, lol. He's a Half-Elf, but he looks like a Drow. He has normal human ears but dark grey skin and stark white long hair. The left of his face is very handsome but the right sight is terribly scarred. He wears decent looking clothing and carries a sheathed rapier. His eyes are yellow.*
"Oh snap..." Emrick looks surprised. "Should I...should I bow or something??"
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.)
"Mmm... What type of magic? Blood magic?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I... I guess I have met you before, but it wasn't a proper introduction."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She flicks a finger at him as a wall of thorns grow from the ground (Can you make a DEX save for me?)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You are appealing in ways i have not yet researched." 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
"Whatever you're good with, I have no plans." She lays onto the blanket.
"Nah I don't need paper." She stretches her back.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Thank you." Fable finishes the drawing, rips it out, and holds it up for the tiefling.
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.
19
*Edit: mistyped, so that's why it is claiming I manipulated the roll...originally put 12 in instead of 11 for the bonus.*
"Hehe! no you do not need to" she chirps "I simply enjoy talking to you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Wonderful!" She claps & hops down, taking the picture, "Thank you my skelly-friend!"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Ha! your jokes amuse me, no. Simple base magic of animate statues"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Okay, cool..." Emrick trails off. "What are you doing here? Don't you have like an escort or something? Fey soldiers or whatnot?"
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.)
"Any reason why?"
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.