Sinclair is sitting on the roof, she is writing millions of papers that seem to stack up the by the thousands.
Yazrin is down in the training area, taking on three targets simultaneously.
*This was her intro*
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.
She looks over and watches, a sly grin on her face.
Yazrin doesn't notice her, too focused on the three targets he's battling. As one, all three lift their crossbows and fire at him, and he dives into roll to the side, coming back up to his feet and fires off four arrows into the nearest target. First two arrows hit it in the chest, third one in the crease between helmet and chestplate, and the final arrow finds the small gap in the targets visor. The target drops in a pile of armor after that volley.
"You pretty good at that" Sinclair says
I'm well over 200 years old. I should be. Yazrin says chuckling slightly, as he fires another two arrows into the next target in line, sending it reeling backwards as the third one fires its crossbow again, which Yazrin again easily dodges.
Sinclair continues to watch, her silver eyes tracking each arrow.
She notices that each arrow seems to trail a little bit of frost, and that they appear on the bowstring as soon as Yazrin start pulling it back. He fires off another two arrows into the wounded target, both of them finding the visor, dropping it like the first one. The third one starts backing up, and it fires another arrow at Yazrin, missing him as he seemingly disappears into a patch of shadows.
She continues to watch before jumping off the roof
The third target is obviously confused and just holds a readied crossbow, scanning the area where Yazrin disappeared. Suddenly two arrows fly out of nowhere as Yazrin becomes visible almost 30 feet away from where had been. The first arrow finds the targets visor, and actually punches a hole in the helmet and continues flying. The armor collapses into a pile like the first two, causing the second arrow to miss, as there's no longer anything for it hit.
A pit fiend materlizes beside her, leaning on his mace. Sinclair continues to watch.
Yazrin easily slings the bow over his right shoulder and turns to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices the pit fiend. As soon as the bow is over his shoulder, all the arrows vanish, as though they were never there to begin with.
"Well met." He says with a slight smile, his maroon eyes flashing. He bows slightly. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And who might you be?" He asks with a slight chuckle.
"Im Sinclair and this is my comrade, Ozall."
He smiles slightly. "Unusual, but I'm not going to judge too much. There is, or at least was, someone here with a Grey Render, although a Pit Fiend is definitely...unique." He turns to face Ozall, and speaks in infernal. "Well met, master of devils. It is not often I have seen one of your kind walking the Material." He's obviously slightly nervous, but not as nervous as one might expect.
Ozall rolls his eyes, snarling a bit "It would be much happier if i wasn't bound to her and i could go back down to slaughtering you mortals but noooooo Asmodeus told me i was going to be bound to her." he grumbled. Sinclair rolled her eyes "Forgive him, he always grumpy"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*literally all I can tell you is I introduced a Grim Reaper of sorts yesterday & they got in a fight with Sharlene. Also some rp & more bickering between Teruo & Yuri against Zenix.*
*Heyo, hows it going? I'm back from weekend breaks. Also, i got to see my older brother, so life is great!*
Lucius is sitting in the main room, humming to himself quietly as he reads (3)
Zenix is eating lunch, feeding seeds to a raven
Hunter is booting up (10%)
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.
Sinclair is inside reading with her Pit Fiend comrade in tow. The pit fiend could not fit inside so it sat by the window, next to Sinclair's booth. She talked to it so i would not get lonely but in reality, it did not care.
Yuri is with Terou.
Arrow is practicing flying by doing so around the tavern, taking a glance every now & then at everything that is going on.
Gust is sitting on the couch in the corner of the library meditating.
The Reaper is fighting Sharlene.
*Description of these two? I don't think i've met them*
*Arrow is spoiler one & Gust is Spoiler 2*
An 86 lb., 4'11" Aarakocra with an appearanceto that of a magpie. She wears simple dark green clothes under a Glorious Studded Leather that she normally has take the look of a form of plate, & wears a Quiver Of Efficiency to hold her aarakocran spear, long bow, handaxe, & arrows.
Gust is a 5'7" air-genasi with cloud like hair, & light blue skin. They wear a red blindfold over their eyes & red monk clothing, with a quarterstaff strapped on their back.
*Eeeny meeny miiiiiny mo*
Lucius heads to the library, setting his book back on the shelf
Gust doesn't even acknowledge them.
*Fair lol*
Lucius notices the genasi, stepping over to them quietly, "Hello?"
No response, they're meditating.
Lucius waits for a few moments, before tapping their shoulder
"What in the realms do you want?" They ask still statue like except for their mouth.
"Oh, apologies. Was unsure if you were awake or not." He says, a polite tone in his voice
They just take a deep sigh and mutter under their breath "I should just go back to meditating on the roof."
"That may be a good idea, though the roof tends to be more occupied than the library." He says, "Would you like me to leave you to your meditation?"
They move into a casual position on the couch, "Well I'm done now."
"Ah, i see." Lucius nods, sitting on the couch, a few feet away
*Do you want his description?*
*yeah sure, only a basic one is needed but I'm cool with a full one.*
"I'm Gust, you are?"
*He's a mostly human looking male. He has short blonde hair with red streaks in it that he has slicked back, along with a semi formal outfit, which is a pair of jeans, a white dress shirt, a black vest, and a white tie*
"My name is Lucius Blackstone, pleasure to meet you Gust." he offers a handshake
They put a hand to it without fail while 'looking' away.
Lucius shakes their hand, "Seems you can see without seeing."
"Yup." They say, clearly happy that they don't have to explain it for once.
"Blindsight, right?"
"I have sight while I'm blind if that's what you mean."
"Yes, i believe that is what it means."
"Then NoOOoOoo, I don't." They say extremely sarcasticly.
"Thanls for the sarcasm," He says
"What did you think you were going to get out of that question!? You already asked & I confirmed that I can see while I'm blind." They say explaining, but still remaining friendly.
Sinclair is sitting on the roof, she is writing millions of papers that seem to stack up the by the thousands.
Yazrin is down in the training area, taking on three targets simultaneously.
*This was her intro*
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.
She looks over and watches, a sly grin on her face.
Yazrin doesn't notice her, too focused on the three targets he's battling. As one, all three lift their crossbows and fire at him, and he dives into roll to the side, coming back up to his feet and fires off four arrows into the nearest target. First two arrows hit it in the chest, third one in the crease between helmet and chestplate, and the final arrow finds the small gap in the targets visor. The target drops in a pile of armor after that volley.
"You pretty good at that" Sinclair says
I'm well over 200 years old. I should be. Yazrin says chuckling slightly, as he fires another two arrows into the next target in line, sending it reeling backwards as the third one fires its crossbow again, which Yazrin again easily dodges.
Sinclair continues to watch, her silver eyes tracking each arrow.
She notices that each arrow seems to trail a little bit of frost, and that they appear on the bowstring as soon as Yazrin start pulling it back. He fires off another two arrows into the wounded target, both of them finding the visor, dropping it like the first one. The third one starts backing up, and it fires another arrow at Yazrin, missing him as he seemingly disappears into a patch of shadows.
She continues to watch before jumping off the roof
The third target is obviously confused and just holds a readied crossbow, scanning the area where Yazrin disappeared. Suddenly two arrows fly out of nowhere as Yazrin becomes visible almost 30 feet away from where had been. The first arrow finds the targets visor, and actually punches a hole in the helmet and continues flying. The armor collapses into a pile like the first two, causing the second arrow to miss, as there's no longer anything for it hit.
A pit fiend materlizes beside her, leaning on his mace. Sinclair continues to watch.
Yazrin easily slings the bow over his right shoulder and turns to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices the pit fiend. As soon as the bow is over his shoulder, all the arrows vanish, as though they were never there to begin with.
"Well met." He says with a slight smile, his maroon eyes flashing. He bows slightly. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And who might you be?" He asks with a slight chuckle.
"Im Sinclair and this is my comrade, Ozall."
He smiles slightly. "Unusual, but I'm not going to judge too much. There is, or at least was, someone here with a Grey Render, although a Pit Fiend is definitely...unique." He turns to face Ozall, and speaks in infernal. "Well met, master of devils. It is not often I have seen one of your kind walking the Material." He's obviously slightly nervous, but not as nervous as one might expect.
Ozall rolls his eyes, snarling a bit "It would be much happier if i wasn't bound to her and i could go back down to slaughtering you mortals but noooooo Asmodeus told me i was going to be bound to her." he grumbled. Sinclair rolled her eyes "Forgive him, he always grumpy"
Yazrin laughs. "It's fine. After the taunts the likes of Zuggtmoy and Fraz-Urbl'uu threw my way, not much can get under my skin." he says with a smile. "Well, what brings you here?"
*Sharlene is 100% gonna gloat that she beat up a Reaper.*
She sat her against the wall of the tavern, went over to grab her scythe and mask, then set them in her lap, then went inside to get some bandages n' medical stuff. She stabilizes the Skele-bird with the medical stuff.
She comes to, blinking, "[1gp]ing dammit." She let's out under her breath.
Sharlene chuckled. "Morning, bonehead."
"You get my point yet?" She says quietly.
"Huh? What point? The point of your scythe?"
"That you can't brute force away death, yes you stopped me but opponents in battle aren't the only way to die." She still seems annoyed from their argument they had, ignoring the fact that she practically nearly died.
" 'Course I'm gonna die one day, it'll just be when I wanna." She seemed bored. "Are you even a Skele-bird or whatever you called yourself? You just seem like some elf with a scythe and some magic."
"Do you even know what a Reaper is?" She seems only half content with her answer as she stretches herself.
"Nah. Don't really care, as long as I just beat one's [1gp]."
"You did, now, er" She seems to have broken bones & other injuries, "because you did, & didn't finish me, I have to do it myself. As it'd be better, for me to just 'die', than this." She gets up, grabbing her scythe & mask.
"If you're gonna kill yourself, I'ma have to knock you out again and strap you in a bed somewhere inside 'till you get better." Sharlene stood up, stepping on front of her.
She puts her mask back on & teleports at least far past her, & as soon as she does she plunges the back end of her scythe into her stomach, parting the cloak so it doesn't get pierced. But instead of collapsing dead, her body instead disappears in a burst of shadowy necrotic energy, leaving the scythe, cloak, & mask floating there in the same position.
"HEY!" Sharlene ran over, watching the things float for a moment before trying to grab the mask. "Gods [1gp] it!"
It moves with the cloak & scythe like she were still there, like Sharlene was pulling at her head, but she's not there.
She wiggled it a bit, then tried to poke at the empty space where her body was.
It still doesn't budge from the form, and Sharlene's finger is just moving through more air.
She tries to take the scythe out.
again, it stays with the shape of her body, moving the other items like it was glued to her & it was being tugged, but doesn't budge.
*it's gonna stay like this for 8 hours in universe btw*
She attempted to drag everything near the tavern, if it doesn't work, she just sighs and sits near it, waiting for something interesting.
*Wanna timeskip, then?*
She manages to tug it, but not with ease as it has alot of resistance to move, *if it weren't Sharlene it wouldn't have gone anywhere, & sure*
After eight hours black streaks of energy from nowhere move to where here body was in relation to the objects, forming into the matter that is her body. She removes the Scythe from her stomach & puts it back over her shoulder, "Hello."
Ozall rolls his eyes, snarling a bit "It would be much happier if i wasn't bound to her and i could go back down to slaughtering you mortals but noooooo Asmodeus told me i was going to be bound to her." he grumbled. Sinclair rolled her eyes "Forgive him, he always grumpy"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*literally all I can tell you is I introduced a Grim Reaper of sorts yesterday & they got in a fight with Sharlene. Also some rp & more bickering between Teruo & Yuri against Zenix.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
They peck her finger
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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"Good" she says and smiles
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He growled. "I'm too comfy to move right now."
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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.
"Seriously, man."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I'm OK. Pretty well rested after taking a nap. Those couches are a lot comfier than I'm used to."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
She purrs with a devious look in her eyes "Was that your version of a kiss?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hunter moves on to her limbs
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Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Good." He takes a few more bites, then paused. "Would you... like a bite?"
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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.
Yazrin laughs. "It's fine. After the taunts the likes of Zuggtmoy and Fraz-Urbl'uu threw my way, not much can get under my skin." he says with a smile. "Well, what brings you here?"
And scared i'd kick your tail again;
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
No! Is biting someone your version of that!?
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Good morning everybody! Busy day for me today but I can be on for a few minutes.*
Krathian is packing a briefcase with clothes, toiletries, and the like.
Fin is practicing his forms
Malte is sitting out in the woods
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.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
She chuckles, letting him
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No, I'd just rather stay comfy on Yuri's thighs than bother fighting you again." To prove a point, he nuzzled into her thighs.
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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.
"No thanks. I prefer my food cooked, although I'll eat it raw in a pinch." She stifles a morning yawn. "I just wanted to see you."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Nope" she chuckled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Teruo is getting annoyed by Zenix.
Sharlene is waiting by some floating Reaper stuff.
Rancor is with Tasa, eating some wolf. *No, not Wolfe, a normal wolf.*
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.
She manages to tug it, but not with ease as it has alot of resistance to move, *if it weren't Sharlene it wouldn't have gone anywhere, & sure*
After eight hours black streaks of energy from nowhere move to where here body was in relation to the objects, forming into the matter that is her body. She removes the Scythe from her stomach & puts it back over her shoulder, "Hello."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.