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?"
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?"
*ack, sorry i missed this*
"Im a travelling Demonologist, i study all things devilish and demonic." She responded
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Emrick is refraining from smoking, but it's getting harder.
A group of 12 goliaths are outside doing the Haka to praise their fallen leader which they buried about 200 ft away from the End of the World.
Yuri was now inside. She was daydreaming while staring out the window and letting the sun warm her rather cold skin. Plants seemed to bloom around her while her eyes stared out at the forest.
Sinclair is with her Pit fiend comrade. She is reading over scrolls and such, copying notes on to paper. The pit fiend is walking around, keeping an eye on Sinclair while patrolling.
Emrick waves at Yuri.
The leader of the goliath band continues the Haka with his comrades, trying to intimidate the Pit fiend and Sinclair away from their sacred burial place.
Yuri looks up from her daydream. She smiles and waves him over "How are you my friend?"
Sinclair looks up, tying up her black hair as her silver eyes narrow a bit. The pit fiend snarls a fair warning.
"I'm better, thanks to you." Emrick nods.
The Goliaths continue their Haka, and the leader stands up front. "Leave our place of grace, fiends!" He yowls.
"That is good to hear" she said and smiled again.
"Just leave us alone" Sinclair retorts back. The pit fiend snarls again, keeping close to his master.
The Haka intensifies, they do not near the pair, but continue their intimidating war chant as a defensive tactic.
Sinclair begins to look annoyed. She looks at the pit fiend who is acting grumpy and lets him go like mist in the wind.
The Goliaths huff and end their Haka.
Spawn is grumping elsewhere.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*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 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."
Sharlene is sitting on the ground, head on her hand, bored and slightly annoyed. "Maybe next time tell someone what it is you're doing instead of just stabbing yourself."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
Emrick is refraining from smoking, but it's getting harder.
A group of 12 goliaths are outside doing the Haka to praise their fallen leader which they buried about 200 ft away from the End of the World.
Yuri was now inside. She was daydreaming while staring out the window and letting the sun warm her rather cold skin. Plants seemed to bloom around her while her eyes stared out at the forest.
Sinclair is with her Pit fiend comrade. She is reading over scrolls and such, copying notes on to paper. The pit fiend is walking around, keeping an eye on Sinclair while patrolling.
Emrick waves at Yuri.
The leader of the goliath band continues the Haka with his comrades, trying to intimidate the Pit fiend and Sinclair away from their sacred burial place.
Yuri looks up from her daydream. She smiles and waves him over "How are you my friend?"
Sinclair looks up, tying up her black hair as her silver eyes narrow a bit. The pit fiend snarls a fair warning.
"I'm better, thanks to you." Emrick nods.
The Goliaths continue their Haka, and the leader stands up front. "Leave our place of grace, fiends!" He yowls.
"That is good to hear" she said and smiled again.
"Just leave us alone" Sinclair retorts back. The pit fiend snarls again, keeping close to his master.
The Haka intensifies, they do not near the pair, but continue their intimidating war chant as a defensive tactic.
Sinclair begins to look annoyed. She looks at the pit fiend who is acting grumpy and lets him go like mist in the wind.
The Goliaths huff and end their Haka.
Spawn is grumping elsewhere.
Yuri is inside, watching her favorite people have a fight. Teruo and Zenix.
Sinclair is writing her studies.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Yuri is inside, watching her favorite people have a fight. Teruo and Zenix.
Sinclair is writing her studies.
Emrick is with Yuri, watching the fight. "Who are those two?"
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
I have an original copy of Mordenkainen's Treatise on the Intimate Workings of the Multiverse!
"No!"
This peaks Gwen's interest. Mmm... May I see?
"Fine, but then you might want to surrender." They say, taking the form of a Deva. "Ready?"
...If you're careful with it...
"Oh... -[gulp]- OK..."
I hoard knowledge and books, why wouldn't I be?
"You want to do this later?"
..Here.. She carefully takes out a yellowed and aged script.
"No! Let's do this..."
Gwen cleans it with magic, lays out a cloth, and opens the pages with mage hand. "Who gave you this?"
"[Sigh] sure." Raphael let's them go first
*It's clean and in good shape, just old.* Lumen watches with curiosity. I found it in my dad's library!
Make a Con save.
i see... they say, with a tinge of sadness. Do you think I might visit some day?
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Yeah! We have people over all the time!
*Sorry meant Dex, but passes anyways.* No damage because of tavern. A wave of corrosive frost washes past Raphael, but he avoids the majority with his save.
Cool. Can you take me there now or do I have to ask your dad?
Raphael sighs, flies over, transforms into an anaconda, preparing to grapple the youngling
I mean, I don't know how to get back...
Roll grapple?
lets ask your father, okay?
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Ready now?
*stasis actives*
*Yep.*
Sure!
Gwen nods, carefully giving the book back to the dragon, before walking over to Phantom.
To Lumen: You want to talk or me?
Lumen carefully takes the book back and starts bounding over to Phantom, grinning.
You Can! She says cheerfully.
Okay.
"So, Mr. Phantomizakell, I, as previously discussed, am interested in visiting your hoard and your daughters hoard... And... Well... Sooner rather then later?" The shy emerald half dragon says, visions of ancient books floating through her head
Phantom chuckles. "First, Phantom, or Phantomizakell, if you're feeling formal. Second, sure. I'll teleport the three of us to the lair. Follow me." He gets up off the couch and heads outside the tavern, Lumen bounding after him, still holding the book, maybe slightly harder than she should.
Gwen follows, excited. "Thanks!" They say, before winking to Lumen.
Lumen has a wide grin and winks back.
Phantom chuckles and when they get about 80 feet from the tavern, he turns back to them. "Ready?"
"Ready as I ever will be." Gwen admits.
To Lumen: Mind if you show me and take me on a tour? Would love to speed a week in the library
Phantom grins and a swirl of mist surrounds all three of them. When it disappears, they're standing in a rather ornate natural cave. Several natural pillars look as though they've been carved to look palatial, and tapestries adorn the walls, with statues of iron and stone scattered throughout, usually of various types of warriors. Several tunnels lead off this grand hall.
That sounds like fun!! But I need dad's help to open some of the doors....
Gwen is hit by a feeling of nostalgia, as they hold back their grief. They turn to Phantom. "So... Mind if I see the library?"*
I could try to help as well
*Just for the heck of it, about half of the statues are golems...Phantom has had plenty of time to secure this place, including dozens of dead ends, secret passages, illusions...*
Phantom notices Gwen's reaction, and makes to remember to ask her later. He nods. "Follow me." he shifts into dragon form as he's walking and heads down one of the larger tunnels.
Big doors. Very heavy ones. Can't open them without dad... Lumen almost seems frustrated.
"May... May I ride on you?" They ask, curious about the golems. They also are green with envy (although they hide it easily) at the wealth of the hoard
Mmm... I see. Well we can always try
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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
Oscar/Allison are in rotation.
Sinclair is outside with Yazarin.
Lore is with Hunter.
Yuri is with Zenix and Terou.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Valian is on the roof, looking out at the horizon with a cup of coffee in his hands.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*ack, sorry i missed this*
"Im a travelling Demonologist, i study all things devilish and demonic." She responded
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Finn, looking a bit foggy-brained and very confused, walks up to Oscar. "Hi," he says
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"
The Goliaths huff and end their Haka.
Spawn is grumping elsewhere.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Sharlene is sitting on the ground, head on her hand, bored and slightly annoyed. "Maybe next time tell someone what it is you're doing instead of just stabbing yourself."
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.
Oscar waves "Howdy there cutie"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Barachiel is reading a book on werewolves.
Fable is drawing a dragon.
The birds are very loud today.
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.
"Okay. What would you like to do once I'm finished?"
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.
Yuri is inside, watching her favorite people have a fight. Teruo and Zenix.
Sinclair is writing her studies.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hunter pokes her leg, "Squishy." he notes
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
Emrick is with Yuri, watching the fight. "Who are those two?"
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He chuckles, "Cutie...right. Remember the other night?"
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"
*Who is active?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Can't blame you. She was one of the more beautiful eladrins in the court.
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
"Yes i am" she purrs
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Those are my idiots" she said with proud grin.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yep" she purrs "You kissed me"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]