*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
*A demontologist sounds cool.*
Teruo is sleepily drinking tea.
Sharlene is confronting the figure who was staring.
Wolfe is chilling on a couch, drinking coffee.
*It kind of reminds me of Supernatural. Y'know, if I can ever finish Supernatural one day, I might pull a Variks and rp Sam and Dean in here.... ;)*
*I have never watched supernatural lol*
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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)
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
*A demontologist sounds cool.*
Teruo is sleepily drinking tea.
Sharlene is confronting the figure who was staring.
Wolfe is chilling on a couch, drinking coffee.
*It kind of reminds me of Supernatural. Y'know, if I can ever finish Supernatural one day, I might pull a Variks and rp Sam and Dean in here.... ;)*
*I have never watched supernatural lol*
*My aunt was OBSESSED with it, she had huge crushes on Sam and Dean, and, to be honest, I don't blame her, they are very attractive.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The figure remains still like a statue. Staring deep into her, almost through her, but into her eyes to make it apparent that they're not.
She does one more pull-up, then dropped to the ground, starting to walk over.
They finally move, but its only their head tracking Sharlene as she comes near.
She stops right in front of the figure and look up into it's eye area. "What are ya staring at, ugly duckling?"
While there should be sight of the face behind it, its just murky black shadow inside the mask, shrouding whatever could be behind it. "I am merely observing, what is the need for insult?"
"Well, usually it's not cool to stare at someone like a creep, who knows what you could be doing under that cloak?" Sharlene still glared into it.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
*time to teach Thara magic?*
*Yes :D*
Allison was sitting on a rock outside, working on some sort of wooden flute.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
The figure remains still like a statue. Staring deep into her, almost through her, but into her eyes to make it apparent that they're not.
She does one more pull-up, then dropped to the ground, starting to walk over.
They finally move, but its only their head tracking Sharlene as she comes near.
She stops right in front of the figure and look up into it's eye area. "What are ya staring at, ugly duckling?"
While there should be sight of the face behind it, its just murky black shadow inside the mask, shrouding whatever could be behind it. "I am merely observing, what is the need for insult?"
"Well, usually it's not cool to stare at someone like a creep, who knows what you could be doing under that cloak?" Sharlene still glared into it.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
"Well, you're watching in the wrong place, death is the last thing that'd happen here, ya bird."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The figure remains still like a statue. Staring deep into her, almost through her, but into her eyes to make it apparent that they're not.
She does one more pull-up, then dropped to the ground, starting to walk over.
They finally move, but its only their head tracking Sharlene as she comes near.
She stops right in front of the figure and look up into it's eye area. "What are ya staring at, ugly duckling?"
While there should be sight of the face behind it, its just murky black shadow inside the mask, shrouding whatever could be behind it. "I am merely observing, what is the need for insult?"
"Well, usually it's not cool to stare at someone like a creep, who knows what you could be doing under that cloak?" Sharlene still glared into it.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
"Well, you're watching in the wrong place, death is the last thing that'd happen here, ya bird."
"I am a Reaper, not a bird. So, things don't die here? Yet I feel it still." They look over at the spot the wedding was held.
The figure remains still like a statue. Staring deep into her, almost through her, but into her eyes to make it apparent that they're not.
She does one more pull-up, then dropped to the ground, starting to walk over.
They finally move, but its only their head tracking Sharlene as she comes near.
She stops right in front of the figure and look up into it's eye area. "What are ya staring at, ugly duckling?"
While there should be sight of the face behind it, its just murky black shadow inside the mask, shrouding whatever could be behind it. "I am merely observing, what is the need for insult?"
"Well, usually it's not cool to stare at someone like a creep, who knows what you could be doing under that cloak?" Sharlene still glared into it.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
"Well, you're watching in the wrong place, death is the last thing that'd happen here, ya bird."
"I am a Reaper, not a bird. So, things don't die here? Yet I feel it still." They look over at the spot the wedding was held.
"I said the last, not that it wouldn't. You don't got a brain in that skull or somethin', Bonehead?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The figure remains still like a statue. Staring deep into her, almost through her, but into her eyes to make it apparent that they're not.
She does one more pull-up, then dropped to the ground, starting to walk over.
They finally move, but its only their head tracking Sharlene as she comes near.
She stops right in front of the figure and look up into it's eye area. "What are ya staring at, ugly duckling?"
While there should be sight of the face behind it, its just murky black shadow inside the mask, shrouding whatever could be behind it. "I am merely observing, what is the need for insult?"
"Well, usually it's not cool to stare at someone like a creep, who knows what you could be doing under that cloak?" Sharlene still glared into it.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
"Well, you're watching in the wrong place, death is the last thing that'd happen here, ya bird."
"I am a Reaper, not a bird. So, things don't die here? Yet I feel it still." They look over at the spot the wedding was held.
"I said the last, not that it wouldn't. You don't got a brain in that skull or somethin', Bonehead?"
"What is your reason for insults?" They ask with no anger, but more curiosity.
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
Wolfe looked over from her coffee. "huh" Then went back to her coffee.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A large clap of thunder shakes the world, a blinding flash of lightning simultaneous to it. A large, dark portal opens in the ground slowly, dread emanates from it. Out if it comes.... Well.... Nothing. For half an hour, its just.... There. Then, a elf looking around 17 climbs out. He has shortish brown hair, is wearing a triforce shirt and shorts, and holds a game controller in one hand. His eyes are an unnatural orange color, and he seems on.the line between overweight and not
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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)
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
*time to teach Thara magic?*
*Yes :D*
Allison was sitting on a rock outside, working on some sort of wooden flute.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
"Good so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The figure remains still like a statue. Staring deep into her, almost through her, but into her eyes to make it apparent that they're not.
She does one more pull-up, then dropped to the ground, starting to walk over.
They finally move, but its only their head tracking Sharlene as she comes near.
She stops right in front of the figure and look up into it's eye area. "What are ya staring at, ugly duckling?"
While there should be sight of the face behind it, its just murky black shadow inside the mask, shrouding whatever could be behind it. "I am merely observing, what is the need for insult?"
"Well, usually it's not cool to stare at someone like a creep, who knows what you could be doing under that cloak?" Sharlene still glared into it.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
"Well, you're watching in the wrong place, death is the last thing that'd happen here, ya bird."
"I am a Reaper, not a bird. So, things don't die here? Yet I feel it still." They look over at the spot the wedding was held.
"I said the last, not that it wouldn't. You don't got a brain in that skull or somethin', Bonehead?"
"What is your reason for insults?" They ask with no anger, but more curiosity.
"A little something called '[1gp] off, it ain't your business'."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
Wolfe looked over from her coffee. "huh" Then went back to her coffee.
The woman looks over at Wolfe and smiles kindly "Hello there" she said, her voice was smooth. The pit fiend narrowed its eyes and trudged off back into the forests to sulk.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A large clap of thunder shakes the world, a blinding flash of lightning simultaneous to it. A large, dark portal opens in the ground slowly, dread emanates from it. Out if it comes.... Well.... Nothing. For half an hour, its just.... There. Then, a elf looking around 17 climbs out. He has shortish brown hair, is wearing a triforce shirt and shorts, and holds a game controller in one hand. His eyes are an unnatural orange color, and he seems on.the line between overweight and not
*Did this guy just get isekai'd?*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
*time to teach Thara magic?*
*Yes :D*
Allison was sitting on a rock outside, working on some sort of wooden flute.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
"Good so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
"Good, a friend had me for some ice cream, a picnic, a visit to his place, & a walk back here recently, that was nice."
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
Wolfe looked over from her coffee. "huh" Then went back to her coffee.
The woman looks over at Wolfe and smiles kindly "Hello there" she said, her voice was smooth. The pit fiend narrowed its eyes and trudged off back into the forests to sulk.
Wolfe looked back up from her coffee and nodded, sipping it.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
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*I have never watched supernatural lol*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I bet it's cool.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Nope :). Stupid on purpose*
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)
*My aunt was OBSESSED with it, she had huge crushes on Sam and Dean, and, to be honest, I don't blame her, they are very attractive.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*I bet we'll love it.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Well, you're watching in the wrong place, death is the last thing that'd happen here, ya bird."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I am a Reaper, not a bird. So, things don't die here? Yet I feel it still." They look over at the spot the wedding was held.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I said the last, not that it wouldn't. You don't got a brain in that skull or somethin', Bonehead?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What is your reason for insults?" They ask with no anger, but more curiosity.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Wolfe looked over from her coffee. "huh" Then went back to her coffee.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
A large clap of thunder shakes the world, a blinding flash of lightning simultaneous to it. A large, dark portal opens in the ground slowly, dread emanates from it. Out if it comes.... Well.... Nothing. For half an hour, its just.... There. Then, a elf looking around 17 climbs out. He has shortish brown hair, is wearing a triforce shirt and shorts, and holds a game controller in one hand. His eyes are an unnatural orange color, and he seems on.the line between overweight and not
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 so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"A little something called '[1gp] off, it ain't your business'."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The woman looks over at Wolfe and smiles kindly "Hello there" she said, her voice was smooth. The pit fiend narrowed its eyes and trudged off back into the forests to sulk.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Did this guy just get isekai'd?*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Good, a friend had me for some ice cream, a picnic, a visit to his place, & a walk back here recently, that was nice."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Wolfe looked back up from her coffee and nodded, sipping it.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.