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."
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... Have your parents ever been chosen?"
Soldaer shakes his head. "Despite them being the king and queen, no. They haven't. As far as I know, I'm the first royal that Eilistraee has chosen, at least among my people."
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
Nia smiles and thanks them
"Feeling better?"
She nods, "Yep."
"Want to talk now?"
"Sure, i got some free time"
"Okay... So... Um... Soldaer told me about... Um... The child." They say, sheepishly
"Yeah, it was a suprise if i'm honest. He figured it out before me."
"Oh, how? If I may ask..."
"How? What do you mean?"
"How did he find out about the kid?"
Soldaer chuckles. "The father's right here..." He says with a laugh. "Anyways, Nia was complaining about feeling sick. Basically went through a process of elimination, until her being pregnant was the only option left."
"I see... How long?"
"Less than a month along, probably closer to only a week or two."
"Okay, well I would love to meet them... Too bad I will outlive them..." The elf child says, jealous
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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... Have your parents ever been chosen?"
*Already replied to this, lol*
*Could you post it? Sorry*
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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
*Time to introduce this mildly rushed character whom I still really love the idea of and I hope y'all love too.*
A tallish figure opens the door to the tavern, escorted by the cheerful, cascading sound of small bells. They stroke their chin as they walk into the quieting hustle and bustle of the tavern. They cut an odd figure, a well-groomed and waxed thick brown beard and mustache, the latter of which's ends have been twirled around into near-loops. An upturned, impish nose and mischievous sparkling blue eyes command the greater part of the figure's face, which is topped by an odd peaked cap made out of yellow cloth whose end falls limp around his shoulder, a small bell hanging from its tip. The figure wears battered plate armor, adorned with rows and rows of small golden bells, from the edges of the pauldrons to the upturned tips of the boots. A wooden round shield painted with the emblem of a white flame is strapped to one arm, while the other loosely carries an iron-tipped spear like a walking stick. They sit down at the bar, his armor chiming as he makes his way across the tavern floor.
Gwen looks over at them, curious but shy. They begin to sketch them
They take a long draught of their mead, setting it down and sighing in contentment for a moment. A minute or so later, they notice Gwen looking, and walk over, greeting them. "Hello."
They wave shyly. "Um... hi to you too... Who are you?"
He smiles kindly, pulling out a chair for himself at their table. "Malte Serafina, and yourself?"
"You can call me Gwen." They say, moving to the opposite side. "Um... so... how is it going?"
"Nice to meet you, Gwen." he shifts in his chair, causing another round of soft jangling. "To be honest, it's been a bit strenuous lately. It's a long walk from the stronghold at Abydos, especially considering I couldn't stop to rest. I stumbled upon this cozy little place though and thought it would be safe to stay the night." He looks around the main room, a faint smile of nostalgia on his lips. He speaks softly, with a slight middle-european accent.
"I see... um... nice bells." They comment
He chuckles, "Ah, good to see someone else likes them. I find silence a tad unnerving sometimes, these help with that."
"I see... so where did you get them?"
"The cathedral at Abydos made many beautiful things out of silver and gold in order to keep itself afloat. Both beautiful to look at and beautiful to listen to. Bells were one of their specialties and, as a resident, I found them easily available to adorn my armor."
"Cool. Where is Abydos?"
"The holy city is a few days west of here, It's a beautiful place."
*It's actually on another plane, Malte is completely unaware he's stumbled into a portal and thus Entropy.*
"Ooo, want to bring me there?"
He smiles sadly, "I wish I could, but sadly, they don't like me there anymore. Perhaps someday."
"Oh... got it. Want to talk about something else?"
"That would be nice, my old order is still a bit of a raw subject for me." He says, making a 'tiny' gesture with his fingers. "What about yourself Gwen, where do you come from?"
"A... world known as Aviski. A world without gods and ruled by Dragons, very different from most others... What do you want to know?"
"What was it like, beautiful mountains? Rolling hills? Barren deserts?"
"Well its a whole planet, so all that and more."
*Malte: (Is from Medieval Era of Science) (Has no [GP]ing idea what a planet is) (Confused stare)*
"It sounds lovely, though rather dangerous if it has such a large volume of wyrms."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Time to introduce this mildly rushed character whom I still really love the idea of and I hope y'all love too.*
A tallish figure opens the door to the tavern, escorted by the cheerful, cascading sound of small bells. They stroke their chin as they walk into the quieting hustle and bustle of the tavern. They cut an odd figure, a well-groomed and waxed thick brown beard and mustache, the latter of which's ends have been twirled around into near-loops. An upturned, impish nose and mischievous sparkling blue eyes command the greater part of the figure's face, which is topped by an odd peaked cap made out of yellow cloth whose end falls limp around his shoulder, a small bell hanging from its tip. The figure wears battered plate armor, adorned with rows and rows of small golden bells, from the edges of the pauldrons to the upturned tips of the boots. A wooden round shield painted with the emblem of a white flame is strapped to one arm, while the other loosely carries an iron-tipped spear like a walking stick. They sit down at the bar, his armor chiming as he makes his way across the tavern floor.
Gwen looks over at them, curious but shy. They begin to sketch them
They take a long draught of their mead, setting it down and sighing in contentment for a moment. A minute or so later, they notice Gwen looking, and walk over, greeting them. "Hello."
They wave shyly. "Um... hi to you too... Who are you?"
He smiles kindly, pulling out a chair for himself at their table. "Malte Serafina, and yourself?"
"You can call me Gwen." They say, moving to the opposite side. "Um... so... how is it going?"
"Nice to meet you, Gwen." he shifts in his chair, causing another round of soft jangling. "To be honest, it's been a bit strenuous lately. It's a long walk from the stronghold at Abydos, especially considering I couldn't stop to rest. I stumbled upon this cozy little place though and thought it would be safe to stay the night." He looks around the main room, a faint smile of nostalgia on his lips. He speaks softly, with a slight middle-european accent.
"I see... um... nice bells." They comment
He chuckles, "Ah, good to see someone else likes them. I find silence a tad unnerving sometimes, these help with that."
"I see... so where did you get them?"
"The cathedral at Abydos made many beautiful things out of silver and gold in order to keep itself afloat. Both beautiful to look at and beautiful to listen to. Bells were one of their specialties and, as a resident, I found them easily available to adorn my armor."
"Cool. Where is Abydos?"
"The holy city is a few days west of here, It's a beautiful place."
*It's actually on another plane, Malte is completely unaware he's stumbled into a portal and thus Entropy.*
"Ooo, want to bring me there?"
He smiles sadly, "I wish I could, but sadly, they don't like me there anymore. Perhaps someday."
"Oh... got it. Want to talk about something else?"
"That would be nice, my old order is still a bit of a raw subject for me." He says, making a 'tiny' gesture with his fingers. "What about yourself Gwen, where do you come from?"
"A... world known as Aviski. A world without gods and ruled by Dragons, very different from most others... What do you want to know?"
"What was it like, beautiful mountains? Rolling hills? Barren deserts?"
"Well its a whole planet, so all that and more."
*Malte: (Is from Medieval Era of Science) (Has no [GP]ing idea what a planet is) (Confused stare)*
"It sounds lovely, though rather dangerous if it has such a large volume of wyrms."
*Gwen has been to mutliple university, even though she is from a medivel world, she knows a lot*
"We were.... Connected to a ruling family of wyrms but you are right. My siblings led a revolution, so I fled with my guardian."
*Time to introduce this mildly rushed character whom I still really love the idea of and I hope y'all love too.*
A tallish figure opens the door to the tavern, escorted by the cheerful, cascading sound of small bells. They stroke their chin as they walk into the quieting hustle and bustle of the tavern. They cut an odd figure, a well-groomed and waxed thick brown beard and mustache, the latter of which's ends have been twirled around into near-loops. An upturned, impish nose and mischievous sparkling blue eyes command the greater part of the figure's face, which is topped by an odd peaked cap made out of yellow cloth whose end falls limp around his shoulder, a small bell hanging from its tip. The figure wears battered plate armor, adorned with rows and rows of small golden bells, from the edges of the pauldrons to the upturned tips of the boots. A wooden round shield painted with the emblem of a white flame is strapped to one arm, while the other loosely carries an iron-tipped spear like a walking stick. They sit down at the bar, his armor chiming as he makes his way across the tavern floor.
Gwen looks over at them, curious but shy. They begin to sketch them
They take a long draught of their mead, setting it down and sighing in contentment for a moment. A minute or so later, they notice Gwen looking, and walk over, greeting them. "Hello."
They wave shyly. "Um... hi to you too... Who are you?"
He smiles kindly, pulling out a chair for himself at their table. "Malte Serafina, and yourself?"
"You can call me Gwen." They say, moving to the opposite side. "Um... so... how is it going?"
"Nice to meet you, Gwen." he shifts in his chair, causing another round of soft jangling. "To be honest, it's been a bit strenuous lately. It's a long walk from the stronghold at Abydos, especially considering I couldn't stop to rest. I stumbled upon this cozy little place though and thought it would be safe to stay the night." He looks around the main room, a faint smile of nostalgia on his lips. He speaks softly, with a slight middle-european accent.
"I see... um... nice bells." They comment
He chuckles, "Ah, good to see someone else likes them. I find silence a tad unnerving sometimes, these help with that."
"I see... so where did you get them?"
"The cathedral at Abydos made many beautiful things out of silver and gold in order to keep itself afloat. Both beautiful to look at and beautiful to listen to. Bells were one of their specialties and, as a resident, I found them easily available to adorn my armor."
"Cool. Where is Abydos?"
"The holy city is a few days west of here, It's a beautiful place."
*It's actually on another plane, Malte is completely unaware he's stumbled into a portal and thus Entropy.*
"Ooo, want to bring me there?"
He smiles sadly, "I wish I could, but sadly, they don't like me there anymore. Perhaps someday."
"Oh... got it. Want to talk about something else?"
"That would be nice, my old order is still a bit of a raw subject for me." He says, making a 'tiny' gesture with his fingers. "What about yourself Gwen, where do you come from?"
"A... world known as Aviski. A world without gods and ruled by Dragons, very different from most others... What do you want to know?"
"What was it like, beautiful mountains? Rolling hills? Barren deserts?"
"Well its a whole planet, so all that and more."
*Malte: (Is from Medieval Era of Science) (Has no [GP]ing idea what a planet is) (Confused stare)*
"It sounds lovely, though rather dangerous if it has such a large volume of wyrms."
*Gwen has been to mutliple university, even though she is from a medivel world, she knows a lot*
"We were.... Connected to a ruling family of wyrms but you are right. My siblings led a revolution, so I fled with my guardian."
*Does malte have true sight?*
*Regrettably, no.*
"Ahh revolution. What over, politics or religion?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Time to introduce this mildly rushed character whom I still really love the idea of and I hope y'all love too.*
A tallish figure opens the door to the tavern, escorted by the cheerful, cascading sound of small bells. They stroke their chin as they walk into the quieting hustle and bustle of the tavern. They cut an odd figure, a well-groomed and waxed thick brown beard and mustache, the latter of which's ends have been twirled around into near-loops. An upturned, impish nose and mischievous sparkling blue eyes command the greater part of the figure's face, which is topped by an odd peaked cap made out of yellow cloth whose end falls limp around his shoulder, a small bell hanging from its tip. The figure wears battered plate armor, adorned with rows and rows of small golden bells, from the edges of the pauldrons to the upturned tips of the boots. A wooden round shield painted with the emblem of a white flame is strapped to one arm, while the other loosely carries an iron-tipped spear like a walking stick. They sit down at the bar, his armor chiming as he makes his way across the tavern floor.
Gwen looks over at them, curious but shy. They begin to sketch them
They take a long draught of their mead, setting it down and sighing in contentment for a moment. A minute or so later, they notice Gwen looking, and walk over, greeting them. "Hello."
They wave shyly. "Um... hi to you too... Who are you?"
He smiles kindly, pulling out a chair for himself at their table. "Malte Serafina, and yourself?"
"You can call me Gwen." They say, moving to the opposite side. "Um... so... how is it going?"
"Nice to meet you, Gwen." he shifts in his chair, causing another round of soft jangling. "To be honest, it's been a bit strenuous lately. It's a long walk from the stronghold at Abydos, especially considering I couldn't stop to rest. I stumbled upon this cozy little place though and thought it would be safe to stay the night." He looks around the main room, a faint smile of nostalgia on his lips. He speaks softly, with a slight middle-european accent.
"I see... um... nice bells." They comment
He chuckles, "Ah, good to see someone else likes them. I find silence a tad unnerving sometimes, these help with that."
"I see... so where did you get them?"
"The cathedral at Abydos made many beautiful things out of silver and gold in order to keep itself afloat. Both beautiful to look at and beautiful to listen to. Bells were one of their specialties and, as a resident, I found them easily available to adorn my armor."
"Cool. Where is Abydos?"
"The holy city is a few days west of here, It's a beautiful place."
*It's actually on another plane, Malte is completely unaware he's stumbled into a portal and thus Entropy.*
"Ooo, want to bring me there?"
He smiles sadly, "I wish I could, but sadly, they don't like me there anymore. Perhaps someday."
"Oh... got it. Want to talk about something else?"
"That would be nice, my old order is still a bit of a raw subject for me." He says, making a 'tiny' gesture with his fingers. "What about yourself Gwen, where do you come from?"
"A... world known as Aviski. A world without gods and ruled by Dragons, very different from most others... What do you want to know?"
"What was it like, beautiful mountains? Rolling hills? Barren deserts?"
"Well its a whole planet, so all that and more."
*Malte: (Is from Medieval Era of Science) (Has no [GP]ing idea what a planet is) (Confused stare)*
"It sounds lovely, though rather dangerous if it has such a large volume of wyrms."
*Gwen has been to mutliple university, even though she is from a medivel world, she knows a lot*
"We were.... Connected to a ruling family of wyrms but you are right. My siblings led a revolution, so I fled with my guardian."
*Does malte have true sight?*
*Regrettably, no.*
"Ahh revolution. What over, politics or religion?"
"Um... Both. But gods don't exist in my world. Think of religion more like philosophy."
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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
Ursula is working on her house on the edge of the forest.
Bolehs is working on card tricks.
Danger Foliage is growing in the woods. (its still just a plant)
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
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
Nia smiles and thanks them
"Feeling better?"
She nods, "Yep."
"Want to talk now?"
"Sure, i got some free time"
"Okay... So... Um... Soldaer told me about... Um... The child." They say, sheepishly
"Yeah, it was a suprise if i'm honest. He figured it out before me."
*Already replied to this, lol*
Yossele waves to them and passes a card. hello, who are you? I am Yossele the flesh Golem.
*want to do elendon and angel stuff*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Okay, well I would love to meet them... Too bad I will outlive them..." The elf child says, jealous
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Could you post it? Sorry*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yazrin Tlin'Orrza.
*Sure...Still a bit braindead and drained from the Trig Final yesterday though, FYI.*
*Well I am free to Sunday because of crew regionals*
nice to meet you, Yarzin Tlin'Orrza. How is it going?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Yo Ghost want to continue w Malte and Gwen?*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*Sure, if you can find it*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Malte: (Is from Medieval Era of Science) (Has no [GP]ing idea what a planet is) (Confused stare)*
"It sounds lovely, though rather dangerous if it has such a large volume of wyrms."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*Gwen has been to mutliple university, even though she is from a medivel world, she knows a lot*
"We were.... Connected to a ruling family of wyrms but you are right. My siblings led a revolution, so I fled with my guardian."
*Does malte have true sight?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Regrettably, no.*
"Ahh revolution. What over, politics or religion?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Um... Both. But gods don't exist in my world. Think of religion more like philosophy."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I have to go for a few minutes, I'll be right back.*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*Bye.*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Bye.*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*hello there, everybody.*
Ursula is working on her house on the edge of the forest.
Bolehs is working on card tricks.
Danger Foliage is growing in the woods. (its still just a plant)
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*We can do it today...just may be a little slow, that's all.*
Alright. Just relaxing right now.
*Heeeelllllloooooooooo............???????*
"I was suddenly extremely naseuos."
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
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