Soldaer turns back to his gardens, and starts slowly trying to revive the plants Yuri killed, or at least tried to kill. Those that are beyond being revived he removes and replants. Before long, everything is back to the way it was before Yuri came.
After a few minutes, nia comes out to look at the progress
Gwen waves, handing her a bouquet
*Back for a second.*
Soldaer walks out onto the balcony of the single fully completed room and watches this, smiling. "Glad to see you two are becoming friends." He says as he easily climbs the 50 feet down the outside of the tree structure-thingy.
"Well I didn't want us to only meet that one time..." They shout back
Soldaer laughs and walks over, giving Nia a hug and kiss. "Fair enough. All of this is two days of work, surprisingly."
"Cool. Still wish I got to help with it." They say, jealous
Soldaer laughs. "You can help tend the gardens, if you like. I'll show you which plants are the ones we're keeping. As for the actual construction, it is something that takes decades of experience and practice to get right."
"So? I got another 1000 years of childhood. College and school get boring after a while
Soldaer laughs again. "I have a child on the way. Don't exactly have the time to teach you before our little one is here and wanting a home."
Gwen resists the urge to pout like a little kid. "But elf pregnancy take forever right? I am sure you will have plenty of time!"
Soldaer shakes his head. "Same length as a human's. We just mature a bit slower, and age far slower."
"Mmm... Fine, youngling." She says, jokingly
Soldaer shakes head, laughing. "I'm over 200 years old." When he stops laughing, he grins. "I've got a friend who should be returning here soon, and he's over 15 times as old as. He is a true dragon though, but still." He laughs. "I sure hope Phantom comes back soon. I kind of miss him."
"I'm nearing 1000 years of age." She states promptly. "And there is a dragon here?"
Soldaer nods. "Or at least there was...he's currently dealing with twins that his now-deceased wife left..." Soldaer looks at her. "Although he's over three thousand years old." Soldaer chuckles.
"Mmm... I see. Do you know when they come back?"
Soldaer shakes his head. "No, unfortunately I do not. Hopefully soon though, since me and Nia are now engaged."
"Okay... Um... Should I just leave you two alone? I don't know the cultural protocol."
Soldaer laughs. "It's fine, Gwen. I enjoy the company to be honest."
"Thanks!" They say, happy at the compliment. "So just want to talk?"
Soldaer shrugs. "Sure. What about?"
"Um... How did you become the chosen of a god?'
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
Yeah.....eventful past days yesterday and today. Soldaer says with a nervous laugh. He pauses for a minute. You wouldn't happen to know of any way to keep that Archfey away from the little area I'm trying to carve out for me, Nia, and our unborn child, would you? He tries to sound calm, but you can tell he's a bit nervous.
Next time, try not to knock up your girlfriend so you can actually plan and live in a place that isn’t infested with crazy powerful people. But sure. This is the third favor I’ve done for you though, kay? You owe me.
Soldaer laughs. Sure, Atemos. You can tell he's amused, and not really too bothered by owing Atemos anything. Although, to be fair, the evil Archfey lady wasn't here when I 'knocked Nia up' as you put it. I knew that there were powerful people here, but most were either neutral to me, or friends like yourself.
She nods "We probably should. But..." She looks around "Where are the portals?"
“I’m… not sure..” Zay overturns the nearest rock.
The rock doesnt appear to have anything under it, but a glowing circle appears the place he moves it to, with the symbol of a gear inside, before it slowly fades
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"Mmm... Then let's go back. I don't want to overwhelm you or anything."
"Looks cool." She says plainly.
"I'm not some little girl, heh, even when I was I bet I could still endure it." She puts her hands on her hips.
may I see what you look like under it?
"How old are you?" Yacatl asks, bluntly
"Wwwhhyyyy?"
"18, so like about, 22 ish in equivalent to humans."
Because I am curious. Sorry if it is a touchy subject
"Nice. I'm in my 40s and somewhere around my 153 year of life. Trust me that conduits aren't fun to binge."
"Yeeeeaaah, it stays on." She cracks her knuckles.
Thara blinks.
sorry. So want to continue to talk? Or should I get Meroving or something else?
"Something wrong?"
"Oh it's fine just don't so much as think of touching it, anyways who?" She tilts her head. *I wonder if Yossele has truesight & is playing along or is genuinely convinced.*
"What does, whatever you just said, mean?"
*Yossele doesn't. Meroving does* Meroving, the sword that I am a host for.
"I am physically 40 years old, and at least 153 years have passed from my birth."
"Oh yeah you never answered me asking you about 'the sword possesing you', so I guess its some Hexblade thing?"
"Okay, so a 'conduit' has to do with that?"
Its not a hexblade thing. Meroving is a sword that possesses people. I was made to host them. Eventually they gave me intelligence. I don't have the space to write the whole thing down here.
"A conduit is... Think of it like a tunnel through a transitive plane, the path you take when you planeshift. Going through a lot of them isn't fun... Does that make sense?"
"Hm, interesting."
"Yes." She says only getting it partially.
Want to meet them?
"Look, I can give you a long detailed lecture on planar mechanics later."
She shrugs, "Sure."
"Okay then, so what now?" She gets up.
Yossele walks away and returns with Meroving. hello. So your Yossele's new friend?
"Now we go back the old fashioned way, if that is okay."
Atemos is sitting at the bar, swirling his coffee around listlessly.
Roran is sleeping outside, a big puffball of white fur.
Kite is cleaning her sword, humming a song to herself.
Barachiel walks up and sips his tea.
His ears pricked up. Hey. You alright?
"People are wondering if you're bloodthirsty."
What? Who? And why?
"If you like killing people, Atemos and Co., and because they are nice people."
I’ve never tried killing Atemos. I know I can’t, and he attacked me first. I don’t kill people unless they give me a good reason to. Such as self defense, or assaulting a friend of mine.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Soldaer turns back to his gardens, and starts slowly trying to revive the plants Yuri killed, or at least tried to kill. Those that are beyond being revived he removes and replants. Before long, everything is back to the way it was before Yuri came.
After a few minutes, nia comes out to look at the progress
Gwen waves, handing her a bouquet
*Back for a second.*
Soldaer walks out onto the balcony of the single fully completed room and watches this, smiling. "Glad to see you two are becoming friends." He says as he easily climbs the 50 feet down the outside of the tree structure-thingy.
"Well I didn't want us to only meet that one time..." They shout back
Soldaer laughs and walks over, giving Nia a hug and kiss. "Fair enough. All of this is two days of work, surprisingly."
"Cool. Still wish I got to help with it." They say, jealous
Soldaer laughs. "You can help tend the gardens, if you like. I'll show you which plants are the ones we're keeping. As for the actual construction, it is something that takes decades of experience and practice to get right."
"So? I got another 1000 years of childhood. College and school get boring after a while
Soldaer laughs again. "I have a child on the way. Don't exactly have the time to teach you before our little one is here and wanting a home."
Gwen resists the urge to pout like a little kid. "But elf pregnancy take forever right? I am sure you will have plenty of time!"
Soldaer shakes his head. "Same length as a human's. We just mature a bit slower, and age far slower."
"Mmm... Fine, youngling." She says, jokingly
Soldaer shakes head, laughing. "I'm over 200 years old." When he stops laughing, he grins. "I've got a friend who should be returning here soon, and he's over 15 times as old as. He is a true dragon though, but still." He laughs. "I sure hope Phantom comes back soon. I kind of miss him."
"I'm nearing 1000 years of age." She states promptly. "And there is a dragon here?"
Soldaer nods. "Or at least there was...he's currently dealing with twins that his now-deceased wife left..." Soldaer looks at her. "Although he's over three thousand years old." Soldaer chuckles.
"Mmm... I see. Do you know when they come back?"
Soldaer shakes his head. "No, unfortunately I do not. Hopefully soon though, since me and Nia are now engaged."
"Okay... Um... Should I just leave you two alone? I don't know the cultural protocol."
Soldaer laughs. "It's fine, Gwen. I enjoy the company to be honest."
"Thanks!" They say, happy at the compliment. "So just want to talk?"
Soldaer shrugs. "Sure. What about?"
"Um... How did you become the chosen of a god?'
Soldaer smiles, shaking his head and shrugging. "Eilistraee chose me. I'm honestly not sure why she chose me in particular, but she did."
"Mmm... Then let's go back. I don't want to overwhelm you or anything."
"Looks cool." She says plainly.
"I'm not some little girl, heh, even when I was I bet I could still endure it." She puts her hands on her hips.
may I see what you look like under it?
"How old are you?" Yacatl asks, bluntly
"Wwwhhyyyy?"
"18, so like about, 22 ish in equivalent to humans."
Because I am curious. Sorry if it is a touchy subject
"Nice. I'm in my 40s and somewhere around my 153 year of life. Trust me that conduits aren't fun to binge."
"Yeeeeaaah, it stays on." She cracks her knuckles.
Thara blinks.
sorry. So want to continue to talk? Or should I get Meroving or something else?
"Something wrong?"
"Oh it's fine just don't so much as think of touching it, anyways who?" She tilts her head. *I wonder if Yossele has truesight & is playing along or is genuinely convinced.*
"What does, whatever you just said, mean?"
*Yossele doesn't. Meroving does* Meroving, the sword that I am a host for.
"I am physically 40 years old, and at least 153 years have passed from my birth."
"Oh yeah you never answered me asking you about 'the sword possesing you', so I guess its some Hexblade thing?"
"Okay, so a 'conduit' has to do with that?"
Its not a hexblade thing. Meroving is a sword that possesses people. I was made to host them. Eventually they gave me intelligence. I don't have the space to write the whole thing down here.
"A conduit is... Think of it like a tunnel through a transitive plane, the path you take when you planeshift. Going through a lot of them isn't fun... Does that make sense?"
"Hm, interesting."
"Yes." She says only getting it partially.
Want to meet them?
"Look, I can give you a long detailed lecture on planar mechanics later."
She shrugs, "Sure."
"Okay then, so what now?" She gets up.
Yossele walks away and returns with Meroving. hello. So your Yossele's new friend?
"Now we go back the old fashioned way, if that is okay."
"Hello, so your Yossele's friend?"
"How far are we?"
You could say that. More of a authority figure. I sadly don't get to talk to him much.
"Two or three planes away."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Atemos is sitting at the bar, swirling his coffee around listlessly.
Roran is sleeping outside, a big puffball of white fur.
Kite is cleaning her sword, humming a song to herself.
Barachiel walks up and sips his tea.
His ears pricked up. Hey. You alright?
"People are wondering if you're bloodthirsty."
What? Who? And why?
"If you like killing people, Atemos and Co., and because they are nice people."
I’ve never tried killing Atemos. I know I can’t, and he attacked me first. I don’t kill people unless they give me a good reason to. Such as self defense, or assaulting a friend of mine.
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 turns back to his gardens, and starts slowly trying to revive the plants Yuri killed, or at least tried to kill. Those that are beyond being revived he removes and replants. Before long, everything is back to the way it was before Yuri came.
After a few minutes, nia comes out to look at the progress
Gwen waves, handing her a bouquet
*Back for a second.*
Soldaer walks out onto the balcony of the single fully completed room and watches this, smiling. "Glad to see you two are becoming friends." He says as he easily climbs the 50 feet down the outside of the tree structure-thingy.
"Well I didn't want us to only meet that one time..." They shout back
Soldaer laughs and walks over, giving Nia a hug and kiss. "Fair enough. All of this is two days of work, surprisingly."
"Cool. Still wish I got to help with it." They say, jealous
Soldaer laughs. "You can help tend the gardens, if you like. I'll show you which plants are the ones we're keeping. As for the actual construction, it is something that takes decades of experience and practice to get right."
"So? I got another 1000 years of childhood. College and school get boring after a while
Soldaer laughs again. "I have a child on the way. Don't exactly have the time to teach you before our little one is here and wanting a home."
Gwen resists the urge to pout like a little kid. "But elf pregnancy take forever right? I am sure you will have plenty of time!"
Soldaer shakes his head. "Same length as a human's. We just mature a bit slower, and age far slower."
"Mmm... Fine, youngling." She says, jokingly
Soldaer shakes head, laughing. "I'm over 200 years old." When he stops laughing, he grins. "I've got a friend who should be returning here soon, and he's over 15 times as old as. He is a true dragon though, but still." He laughs. "I sure hope Phantom comes back soon. I kind of miss him."
"I'm nearing 1000 years of age." She states promptly. "And there is a dragon here?"
Soldaer nods. "Or at least there was...he's currently dealing with twins that his now-deceased wife left..." Soldaer looks at her. "Although he's over three thousand years old." Soldaer chuckles.
"Mmm... I see. Do you know when they come back?"
Soldaer shakes his head. "No, unfortunately I do not. Hopefully soon though, since me and Nia are now engaged."
"Okay... Um... Should I just leave you two alone? I don't know the cultural protocol."
Soldaer laughs. "It's fine, Gwen. I enjoy the company to be honest."
"Thanks!" They say, happy at the compliment. "So just want to talk?"
Soldaer shrugs. "Sure. What about?"
"Um... How did you become the chosen of a god?'
Soldaer smiles, shaking his head and shrugging. "Eilistraee chose me. I'm honestly not sure why she chose me in particular, but she did."
"When did she do that? Did she appear in a flash of light? Dreams?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Atemos is sitting at the bar, swirling his coffee around listlessly.
Roran is sleeping outside, a big puffball of white fur.
Kite is cleaning her sword, humming a song to herself.
Gwen looks over, curious and starts to sketch them
“Hello! Are you an artist?”
"Um... Maybe. Maybe I will be one when I grow up." *Does kite have true sight?*
*No.* ”May I see the picture?”
The elf child shows a sketch of Kite, not fully done. "You like it?"
“Aw.. it’s beautiful mate! You even got the armor and everything!” She beamed. “You’ll make a fantastic artist!”
"Thanks..." They say blushing. "Oh, and my name is Gwen." They hold out a hand to shake.
*When will the Atemos thing happen?*
Kite shakes it. “I’m Kite! Pleasure to meet ya!”
*Whenever I get free time. Soon probably.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Soldaer turns back to his gardens, and starts slowly trying to revive the plants Yuri killed, or at least tried to kill. Those that are beyond being revived he removes and replants. Before long, everything is back to the way it was before Yuri came.
After a few minutes, nia comes out to look at the progress
Gwen waves, handing her a bouquet
*Back for a second.*
Soldaer walks out onto the balcony of the single fully completed room and watches this, smiling. "Glad to see you two are becoming friends." He says as he easily climbs the 50 feet down the outside of the tree structure-thingy.
"Well I didn't want us to only meet that one time..." They shout back
Soldaer laughs and walks over, giving Nia a hug and kiss. "Fair enough. All of this is two days of work, surprisingly."
"Cool. Still wish I got to help with it." They say, jealous
Soldaer laughs. "You can help tend the gardens, if you like. I'll show you which plants are the ones we're keeping. As for the actual construction, it is something that takes decades of experience and practice to get right."
"So? I got another 1000 years of childhood. College and school get boring after a while
Soldaer laughs again. "I have a child on the way. Don't exactly have the time to teach you before our little one is here and wanting a home."
Gwen resists the urge to pout like a little kid. "But elf pregnancy take forever right? I am sure you will have plenty of time!"
Soldaer shakes his head. "Same length as a human's. We just mature a bit slower, and age far slower."
"Mmm... Fine, youngling." She says, jokingly
Soldaer shakes head, laughing. "I'm over 200 years old." When he stops laughing, he grins. "I've got a friend who should be returning here soon, and he's over 15 times as old as. He is a true dragon though, but still." He laughs. "I sure hope Phantom comes back soon. I kind of miss him."
"I'm nearing 1000 years of age." She states promptly. "And there is a dragon here?"
Soldaer nods. "Or at least there was...he's currently dealing with twins that his now-deceased wife left..." Soldaer looks at her. "Although he's over three thousand years old." Soldaer chuckles.
"Mmm... I see. Do you know when they come back?"
Soldaer shakes his head. "No, unfortunately I do not. Hopefully soon though, since me and Nia are now engaged."
"Okay... Um... Should I just leave you two alone? I don't know the cultural protocol."
Soldaer laughs. "It's fine, Gwen. I enjoy the company to be honest."
"Thanks!" They say, happy at the compliment. "So just want to talk?"
Soldaer shrugs. "Sure. What about?"
"Um... How did you become the chosen of a god?'
Soldaer smiles, shaking his head and shrugging. "Eilistraee chose me. I'm honestly not sure why she chose me in particular, but she did."
"When did she do that? Did she appear in a flash of light? Dreams?"
"While I was getting ready to camp at the edge of a moonlit pool fed by a waterfall. She simply walked out of the forest. As for when...." Soldaer's eyes roll back as he thinks. "Roughly...130 years ago...? Yeah, that sounds about right."
"Mmm... Then let's go back. I don't want to overwhelm you or anything."
"Looks cool." She says plainly.
"I'm not some little girl, heh, even when I was I bet I could still endure it." She puts her hands on her hips.
may I see what you look like under it?
"How old are you?" Yacatl asks, bluntly
"Wwwhhyyyy?"
"18, so like about, 22 ish in equivalent to humans."
Because I am curious. Sorry if it is a touchy subject
"Nice. I'm in my 40s and somewhere around my 153 year of life. Trust me that conduits aren't fun to binge."
"Yeeeeaaah, it stays on." She cracks her knuckles.
Thara blinks.
sorry. So want to continue to talk? Or should I get Meroving or something else?
"Something wrong?"
"Oh it's fine just don't so much as think of touching it, anyways who?" She tilts her head. *I wonder if Yossele has truesight & is playing along or is genuinely convinced.*
"What does, whatever you just said, mean?"
*Yossele doesn't. Meroving does* Meroving, the sword that I am a host for.
"I am physically 40 years old, and at least 153 years have passed from my birth."
"Oh yeah you never answered me asking you about 'the sword possesing you', so I guess its some Hexblade thing?"
"Okay, so a 'conduit' has to do with that?"
Its not a hexblade thing. Meroving is a sword that possesses people. I was made to host them. Eventually they gave me intelligence. I don't have the space to write the whole thing down here.
"A conduit is... Think of it like a tunnel through a transitive plane, the path you take when you planeshift. Going through a lot of them isn't fun... Does that make sense?"
"Hm, interesting."
"Yes." She says only getting it partially.
Want to meet them?
"Look, I can give you a long detailed lecture on planar mechanics later."
She shrugs, "Sure."
"Okay then, so what now?" She gets up.
Yossele walks away and returns with Meroving. hello. So your Yossele's new friend?
"Now we go back the old fashioned way, if that is okay."
"Hello, so your Yossele's friend?"
"How far are we?"
You could say that. More of a authority figure. I sadly don't get to talk to him much.
"Two or three planes away."
"Ah, So what do you do?" She lays onto the rafter she's on again.
Yeah.....eventful past days yesterday and today. Soldaer says with a nervous laugh. He pauses for a minute. You wouldn't happen to know of any way to keep that Archfey away from the little area I'm trying to carve out for me, Nia, and our unborn child, would you? He tries to sound calm, but you can tell he's a bit nervous.
Next time, try not to knock up your girlfriend so you can actually plan and live in a place that isn’t infested with crazy powerful people. But sure. This is the third favor I’ve done for you though, kay? You owe me.
Soldaer laughs. Sure, Atemos. You can tell he's amused, and not really too bothered by owing Atemos anything. Although, to be fair, the evil Archfey lady wasn't here when I 'knocked Nia up' as you put it. I knew that there were powerful people here, but most were either neutral to me, or friends like yourself.
Still, you really gotta plan for this kinda thing man. Not good for your image. At all. In fact, it makes me respect you a bit less. Atemos seems a bit more upset at him than usual. Roll insight.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Yeah.....eventful past days yesterday and today. Soldaer says with a nervous laugh. He pauses for a minute. You wouldn't happen to know of any way to keep that Archfey away from the little area I'm trying to carve out for me, Nia, and our unborn child, would you? He tries to sound calm, but you can tell he's a bit nervous.
Next time, try not to knock up your girlfriend so you can actually plan and live in a place that isn’t infested with crazy powerful people. But sure. This is the third favor I’ve done for you though, kay? You owe me.
Soldaer laughs. Sure, Atemos. You can tell he's amused, and not really too bothered by owing Atemos anything. Although, to be fair, the evil Archfey lady wasn't here when I 'knocked Nia up' as you put it. I knew that there were powerful people here, but most were either neutral to me, or friends like yourself.
Still, you really gotta plan for this kinda thing man. Not good for your image. At all. In fact, it makes me respect you a bit less. Atemos seems a bit more upset at him than usual. Roll insight.
Atemos is sitting at the bar, swirling his coffee around listlessly.
Roran is sleeping outside, a big puffball of white fur.
Kite is cleaning her sword, humming a song to herself.
Barachiel walks up and sips his tea.
His ears pricked up. Hey. You alright?
"People are wondering if you're bloodthirsty."
What? Who? And why?
"If you like killing people, Atemos and Co., and because they are nice people."
I’ve never tried killing Atemos. I know I can’t, and he attacked me first. I don’t kill people unless they give me a good reason to. Such as self defense, or assaulting a friend of mine.
"What happened?"
He attacked me. Said he was doing the world a favor by killing me. And now I can’t leave the blessing because who knows if he’s out there waiting to kill me. Roran ducked his head guiltily.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Mmm... Then let's go back. I don't want to overwhelm you or anything."
"Looks cool." She says plainly.
"I'm not some little girl, heh, even when I was I bet I could still endure it." She puts her hands on her hips.
may I see what you look like under it?
"How old are you?" Yacatl asks, bluntly
"Wwwhhyyyy?"
"18, so like about, 22 ish in equivalent to humans."
Because I am curious. Sorry if it is a touchy subject
"Nice. I'm in my 40s and somewhere around my 153 year of life. Trust me that conduits aren't fun to binge."
"Yeeeeaaah, it stays on." She cracks her knuckles.
Thara blinks.
sorry. So want to continue to talk? Or should I get Meroving or something else?
"Something wrong?"
"Oh it's fine just don't so much as think of touching it, anyways who?" She tilts her head. *I wonder if Yossele has truesight & is playing along or is genuinely convinced.*
"What does, whatever you just said, mean?"
*Yossele doesn't. Meroving does* Meroving, the sword that I am a host for.
"I am physically 40 years old, and at least 153 years have passed from my birth."
"Oh yeah you never answered me asking you about 'the sword possesing you', so I guess its some Hexblade thing?"
"Okay, so a 'conduit' has to do with that?"
Its not a hexblade thing. Meroving is a sword that possesses people. I was made to host them. Eventually they gave me intelligence. I don't have the space to write the whole thing down here.
"A conduit is... Think of it like a tunnel through a transitive plane, the path you take when you planeshift. Going through a lot of them isn't fun... Does that make sense?"
"Hm, interesting."
"Yes." She says only getting it partially.
Want to meet them?
"Look, I can give you a long detailed lecture on planar mechanics later."
She shrugs, "Sure."
"Okay then, so what now?" She gets up.
Yossele walks away and returns with Meroving. hello. So your Yossele's new friend?
"Now we go back the old fashioned way, if that is okay."
"Hello, so your Yossele's friend?"
"How far are we?"
You could say that. More of a authority figure. I sadly don't get to talk to him much.
"Two or three planes away."
"Ah, So what do you do?" She lays onto the rafter she's on again.
"How do we walk across planes?"
Mmm... Your a black dragon right? Want to go terrorize some people or something?
"I... Can tell you during the promised lecture, okay?" They say, walking to the door
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Atemos is sitting at the bar, swirling his coffee around listlessly.
Roran is sleeping outside, a big puffball of white fur.
Kite is cleaning her sword, humming a song to herself.
Gwen looks over, curious and starts to sketch them
“Hello! Are you an artist?”
"Um... Maybe. Maybe I will be one when I grow up." *Does kite have true sight?*
*No.* ”May I see the picture?”
The elf child shows a sketch of Kite, not fully done. "You like it?"
“Aw.. it’s beautiful mate! You even got the armor and everything!” She beamed. “You’ll make a fantastic artist!”
"Thanks..." They say blushing. "Oh, and my name is Gwen." They hold out a hand to shake.
*When will the Atemos thing happen?*
Kite shakes it. “I’m Kite! Pleasure to meet ya!”
*Whenever I get free time. Soon probably.*
"The same as well... You a fighter?"
*Want to invite meroving now or later?*
*Later.*
”A paladin actually! Where are your parents?”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
"Um... How did you become the chosen of a god?'
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"If you like killing people, Atemos and Co., and because they are nice people."
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.
"Thanks..." They say blushing. "Oh, and my name is Gwen." They hold out a hand to shake.
*When will the Atemos thing happen?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Soldaer laughs. Sure, Atemos. You can tell he's amused, and not really too bothered by owing Atemos anything. Although, to be fair, the evil Archfey lady wasn't here when I 'knocked Nia up' as you put it. I knew that there were powerful people here, but most were either neutral to me, or friends like yourself.
The rock doesnt appear to have anything under it, but a glowing circle appears the place he moves it to, with the symbol of a gear inside, before it slowly fades
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Hello, so your Yossele's friend?"
"How far are we?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
I’ve never tried killing Atemos. I know I can’t, and he attacked me first. I don’t kill people unless they give me a good reason to. Such as self defense, or assaulting a friend of mine.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Soldaer smiles, shaking his head and shrugging. "Eilistraee chose me. I'm honestly not sure why she chose me in particular, but she did."
You could say that. More of a authority figure. I sadly don't get to talk to him much.
"Two or three planes away."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"What happened?"
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.
"When did she do that? Did she appear in a flash of light? Dreams?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Kite shakes it. “I’m Kite! Pleasure to meet ya!”
*Whenever I get free time. Soon probably.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"While I was getting ready to camp at the edge of a moonlit pool fed by a waterfall. She simply walked out of the forest. As for when...." Soldaer's eyes roll back as he thinks. "Roughly...130 years ago...? Yeah, that sounds about right."
"Ah, So what do you do?" She lays onto the rafter she's on again.
"How do we walk across planes?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"The same as well... You a fighter?"
*Want to invite meroving now or later?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Still, you really gotta plan for this kinda thing man. Not good for your image. At all. In fact, it makes me respect you a bit less. Atemos seems a bit more upset at him than usual. Roll insight.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
21
He attacked me. Said he was doing the world a favor by killing me. And now I can’t leave the blessing because who knows if he’s out there waiting to kill me. Roran ducked his head guiltily.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Mmm... Your a black dragon right? Want to go terrorize some people or something?
"I... Can tell you during the promised lecture, okay?" They say, walking to the door
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Later.*
”A paladin actually! Where are your parents?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ