"Hm... Is there any sort of physical things with it youre feeling?"
“Very warm… and slightly euphoric?”
She seems to think before pulling down her goggles, and placing the back of her hand on his forehead, as if checking for a fever
His temperature seems normal.
"Well.... Youre not sick or anything! So thats good! I really dont know what it could be, though"
“I will check the library afterwards. There are documentations of such things.” He holds Obsidian. “What does it eat?”
"For the first few weeks, mostly milk and insects!"
“I… don’t know where to get either of those.” Zay looks panicked.
"Well... Milk can be found by milking a cow or goat, or maybe just bought inside. Insects are pretty much everywhere! You just gotta catch them without crushing them. Oh! Its also a sea wyvern, so small fish would likely also work"
Zay nods and gets on the floor, trying bis best to look for an catch insects. “I don’t have the precision for this…”
Perception and survival
Perception: 27
Survival: 14
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— 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
“Her name is Zystra. She’s a fallen angel actually.” He swirled his drink. “Stubborn, brave, and level headed. She’s saved my life on numerous occasions. She’s more of a sister to me than my other siblings.”
Barachiel downs his mug of tea as if it was alcohol. "This must be the dumping grounds for failed projects."
“Failed? I think this is the place for the unique, the thrown out, the special. Like you.” Roran leaned on the table. “You chose to be different. That makes you special. It shows you have free will.”
"Thank you." Barachiel pours himself another mug of tea. "I hope I do have it. Free will I mean."
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes I feel like a plaything of gods. And I wonder if I still am." He looks into his tea forlornly.
“The gods can’t control you down here. They have sticks too far shoved up their [1 gp]s to even see what happens behind their back. Plus, you can make your own free will. Fight back against the gods even if you want.”
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— 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
Valian is looking through his spellbook in his room, the door half open.
Jerimiah is working through his guns, them taken apart, because he's trying to figure out why they're not firing.
Fuchsia is on the roof, balancing on the edge as she walks across it.
Atemos nox. “Valian? You busy?”
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— 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
Valian is looking through his spellbook in his room, the door half open.
Jerimiah is working through his guns, them taken apart, because he's trying to figure out why they're not firing.
Fuchsia is on the roof, balancing on the edge as she walks across it.
Atemos nox. “Valian? You busy?”
"Oh, hi Atemos, no." He closes the book & puts it over at his night stand.
“Can I come in?”
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— 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
*Good morning, im already not in the mood for today, my bed calls me back to sleep*
-Oscar is paused until Steve (Itsnotachest) is back on-
Lore is brushing all of her dogs, trying to get rid of extra fur so they don't get overheated this summer. She, herself, was wearing a white tank-top, grey shorts, and no shoes. Though it was only the morning, she was already sweating a bit from the heat.
Allison was inside, trying to keep cool. She was in the back room, laying on the stone floor, working on something that resembled pan-pipes. She was using dainty beige reeds from the pond in her garden as well as other bits and pieces that she incorporated into it. She wore a white tank-top, a long grey skirt, and sandals.
Yuri was growing tree's that spread out like large umbrella's, giving the ground a bit of shade so the morning sun would not scorch the moisture out of the dirt. She wore a thin dress made of white material with silver vines that tied back her hair into a low ponytail.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Her name is Zystra. She’s a fallen angel actually.” He swirled his drink. “Stubborn, brave, and level headed. She’s saved my life on numerous occasions. She’s more of a sister to me than my other siblings.”
Barachiel downs his mug of tea as if it was alcohol. "This must be the dumping grounds for failed projects."
“Failed? I think this is the place for the unique, the thrown out, the special. Like you.” Roran leaned on the table. “You chose to be different. That makes you special. It shows you have free will.”
"Thank you." Barachiel pours himself another mug of tea. "I hope I do have it. Free will I mean."
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes I feel like a plaything of gods. And I wonder if I still am." He looks into his tea forlornly.
“The gods can’t control you down here. They have sticks too far shoved up their [1 gp]s to even see what happens behind their back. Plus, you can make your own free will. Fight back against the gods even if you want.”
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.
*Good morning, im already not in the mood for today, my bed calls me back to sleep*
-Oscar is paused until Steve (Itsnotachest) is back on-
Lore is brushing all of her dogs, trying to get rid of extra fur so they don't get overheated this summer. She, herself, was wearing a white tank-top, grey shorts, and no shoes. Though it was only the morning, she was already sweating a bit from the heat.
Allison was inside, trying to keep cool. She was in the back room, laying on the stone floor, working on something that resembled pan-pipes. She was using dainty beige reeds from the pond in her garden as well as other bits and pieces that she incorporated into it. She wore a white tank-top, a long grey skirt, and sandals.
Yuri was growing tree's that spread out like large umbrella's, giving the ground a bit of shade so the morning sun would not scorch the moisture out of the dirt. She wore a thin dress made of white material with silver vines that tied back her hair into a low ponytail.
A very large white wolf watches, somewhat enviously.
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— 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
“Her name is Zystra. She’s a fallen angel actually.” He swirled his drink. “Stubborn, brave, and level headed. She’s saved my life on numerous occasions. She’s more of a sister to me than my other siblings.”
Barachiel downs his mug of tea as if it was alcohol. "This must be the dumping grounds for failed projects."
“Failed? I think this is the place for the unique, the thrown out, the special. Like you.” Roran leaned on the table. “You chose to be different. That makes you special. It shows you have free will.”
"Thank you." Barachiel pours himself another mug of tea. "I hope I do have it. Free will I mean."
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes I feel like a plaything of gods. And I wonder if I still am." He looks into his tea forlornly.
“The gods can’t control you down here. They have sticks too far shoved up their [1 gp]s to even see what happens behind their back. Plus, you can make your own free will. Fight back against the gods even if you want.”
"Thank you."
“What do you want to do? As in, since you have free will and you don’t serve a god anymore, what do you want?”
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— 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
"Hm... Is there any sort of physical things with it youre feeling?"
“Very warm… and slightly euphoric?”
She seems to think before pulling down her goggles, and placing the back of her hand on his forehead, as if checking for a fever
His temperature seems normal.
"Well.... Youre not sick or anything! So thats good! I really dont know what it could be, though"
“I will check the library afterwards. There are documentations of such things.” He holds Obsidian. “What does it eat?”
"For the first few weeks, mostly milk and insects!"
“I… don’t know where to get either of those.” Zay looks panicked.
"Well... Milk can be found by milking a cow or goat, or maybe just bought inside. Insects are pretty much everywhere! You just gotta catch them without crushing them. Oh! Its also a sea wyvern, so small fish would likely also work"
Zay nods and gets on the floor, trying bis best to look for an catch insects. “I don’t have the precision for this…”
Perception and survival
Perception: 30
Survival: 24
Hes able to easily find MANY. Now... Sleight
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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)
*Good morning, im already not in the mood for today, my bed calls me back to sleep*
-Oscar is paused until Steve (Itsnotachest) is back on-
Lore is brushing all of her dogs, trying to get rid of extra fur so they don't get overheated this summer. She, herself, was wearing a white tank-top, grey shorts, and no shoes. Though it was only the morning, she was already sweating a bit from the heat.
Allison was inside, trying to keep cool. She was in the back room, laying on the stone floor, working on something that resembled pan-pipes. She was using dainty beige reeds from the pond in her garden as well as other bits and pieces that she incorporated into it. She wore a white tank-top, a long grey skirt, and sandals.
Yuri was growing tree's that spread out like large umbrella's, giving the ground a bit of shade so the morning sun would not scorch the moisture out of the dirt. She wore a thin dress made of white material with silver vines that tied back her hair into a low ponytail.
A very large white wolf watches, somewhat enviously.
Lore looks over and chuckles "You must be warm too, Cmere" she said, waving her hand for it to come over.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Her name is Zystra. She’s a fallen angel actually.” He swirled his drink. “Stubborn, brave, and level headed. She’s saved my life on numerous occasions. She’s more of a sister to me than my other siblings.”
Barachiel downs his mug of tea as if it was alcohol. "This must be the dumping grounds for failed projects."
“Failed? I think this is the place for the unique, the thrown out, the special. Like you.” Roran leaned on the table. “You chose to be different. That makes you special. It shows you have free will.”
"Thank you." Barachiel pours himself another mug of tea. "I hope I do have it. Free will I mean."
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes I feel like a plaything of gods. And I wonder if I still am." He looks into his tea forlornly.
“The gods can’t control you down here. They have sticks too far shoved up their [1 gp]s to even see what happens behind their back. Plus, you can make your own free will. Fight back against the gods even if you want.”
"Thank you."
“What do you want to do? As in, since you have free will and you don’t serve a god anymore, what do you want?”
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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Hes able to easily find MANY. Now... Sleight
Sleight: 5
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*Good morning, im already not in the mood for today, my bed calls me back to sleep*
-Oscar is paused until Steve (Itsnotachest) is back on-
Lore is brushing all of her dogs, trying to get rid of extra fur so they don't get overheated this summer. She, herself, was wearing a white tank-top, grey shorts, and no shoes. Though it was only the morning, she was already sweating a bit from the heat.
Allison was inside, trying to keep cool. She was in the back room, laying on the stone floor, working on something that resembled pan-pipes. She was using dainty beige reeds from the pond in her garden as well as other bits and pieces that she incorporated into it. She wore a white tank-top, a long grey skirt, and sandals.
Yuri was growing tree's that spread out like large umbrella's, giving the ground a bit of shade so the morning sun would not scorch the moisture out of the dirt. She wore a thin dress made of white material with silver vines that tied back her hair into a low ponytail.
A very large white wolf watches, somewhat enviously.
Lore looks over and chuckles "You must be warm too, Cmere" she said, waving her hand for it to come over.
It hesitates for a moment but trots over cautiously.
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— 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
“Her name is Zystra. She’s a fallen angel actually.” He swirled his drink. “Stubborn, brave, and level headed. She’s saved my life on numerous occasions. She’s more of a sister to me than my other siblings.”
Barachiel downs his mug of tea as if it was alcohol. "This must be the dumping grounds for failed projects."
“Failed? I think this is the place for the unique, the thrown out, the special. Like you.” Roran leaned on the table. “You chose to be different. That makes you special. It shows you have free will.”
"Thank you." Barachiel pours himself another mug of tea. "I hope I do have it. Free will I mean."
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes I feel like a plaything of gods. And I wonder if I still am." He looks into his tea forlornly.
“The gods can’t control you down here. They have sticks too far shoved up their [1 gp]s to even see what happens behind their back. Plus, you can make your own free will. Fight back against the gods even if you want.”
"Thank you."
“What do you want to do? As in, since you have free will and you don’t serve a god anymore, what do you want?”
Barachiel stays quiet for a while.
Roran puts a hand on his. “You don’t need to know yet. And I can help you figure that out, if you’d want me to.”
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— 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
He crushes... A lot, but hes still able to catch more than enough for food (His other rolls carried)
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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)
“Her name is Zystra. She’s a fallen angel actually.” He swirled his drink. “Stubborn, brave, and level headed. She’s saved my life on numerous occasions. She’s more of a sister to me than my other siblings.”
Barachiel downs his mug of tea as if it was alcohol. "This must be the dumping grounds for failed projects."
“Failed? I think this is the place for the unique, the thrown out, the special. Like you.” Roran leaned on the table. “You chose to be different. That makes you special. It shows you have free will.”
"Thank you." Barachiel pours himself another mug of tea. "I hope I do have it. Free will I mean."
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes I feel like a plaything of gods. And I wonder if I still am." He looks into his tea forlornly.
“The gods can’t control you down here. They have sticks too far shoved up their [1 gp]s to even see what happens behind their back. Plus, you can make your own free will. Fight back against the gods even if you want.”
"Thank you."
“What do you want to do? As in, since you have free will and you don’t serve a god anymore, what do you want?”
Barachiel stays quiet for a while.
Roran puts a hand on his. “You don’t need to know yet. And I can help you figure that out, if you’d want me to.”
"That would be nice. For now, I don't want to do anything."
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.
Valian is looking through his spellbook in his room, the door half open.
Jerimiah is working through his guns, them taken apart, because he's trying to figure out why they're not firing.
Fuchsia is on the roof, balancing on the edge as she walks across it.
Atemos nox. “Valian? You busy?”
"Oh, hi Atemos, no." He closes the book & puts it over at his night stand.
“Can I come in?”
"Yeah, what do you need?"
“I just wanted to hang out.” Atemos closes the door behind him and looks for a place to sit.
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— 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
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Perception: 27
Survival: 14
— 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
“The gods can’t control you down here. They have sticks too far shoved up their [1 gp]s to even see what happens behind their back. Plus, you can make your own free will. Fight back against the gods even if you want.”
— 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
Atemos nox. “Valian? You busy?”
— 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
"Oh, hi Atemos, no." He closes the book & puts it over at his night stand.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“Can I come in?”
— 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
*Good morning, im already not in the mood for today, my bed calls me back to sleep*
-Oscar is paused until Steve (Itsnotachest) is back on-
Lore is brushing all of her dogs, trying to get rid of extra fur so they don't get overheated this summer. She, herself, was wearing a white tank-top, grey shorts, and no shoes. Though it was only the morning, she was already sweating a bit from the heat.
Allison was inside, trying to keep cool. She was in the back room, laying on the stone floor, working on something that resembled pan-pipes. She was using dainty beige reeds from the pond in her garden as well as other bits and pieces that she incorporated into it. She wore a white tank-top, a long grey skirt, and sandals.
Yuri was growing tree's that spread out like large umbrella's, giving the ground a bit of shade so the morning sun would not scorch the moisture out of the dirt. She wore a thin dress made of white material with silver vines that tied back her hair into a low ponytail.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thank you."
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.
A very large white wolf watches, somewhat enviously.
— 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
“What do you want to do? As in, since you have free will and you don’t serve a god anymore, what do you want?”
— 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
Hes able to easily find MANY. Now... Sleight
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)
Lore looks over and chuckles "You must be warm too, Cmere" she said, waving her hand for it to come over.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Barachiel stays quiet for a while.
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.
Sleight: 5
— 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
It hesitates for a moment but trots over cautiously.
— 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
Roran puts a hand on his. “You don’t need to know yet. And I can help you figure that out, if you’d want me to.”
— 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
"Yeah, what do you need?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He crushes... A lot, but hes still able to catch more than enough for food (His other rolls carried)
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)
"That would be nice. For now, I don't want to do anything."
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.
“I just wanted to hang out.” Atemos closes the door behind him and looks for a place to sit.
— 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
*LMAO hes like the bug guy from pokemon* Zay offers the food to Obsidian.
— 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