From the shadows of the forest, a figure emerges, in a black cloak, edges tattered some from wear. They wear something that looks like a bird skull of some sort in the way of a plague doctor's mask & wield a scythe with no handles. Their cloak covers their entire body & flaps in the breeze as they stand there, observing.
Lazarus looks over, curious. They wave and walk over. "Who might you be?"
*what are they again? like as in quick description.*
They turn their head and answer, "A servant of death."
*Fallen aasimar oathbreaker vampire*
"Mmm... So a psycopomp?"
"Yes."
"Intriguing. What should I refer to you as?"
*This is interesting. Especially because one of my characters might become a psycopomp eventually*
*Yeah, I'd be telling you about stuff about them rn but I'll wait until it is learned in character.*
"Thaemrys is my name." She steps out of the forest.
*Okay. I understand that statement... Kinda.*
"Lazarus. Show I bow or something? Something tells me the shepherds of the dead don't like unnatural immortals."
"Is it still possible for death to come to you?"
"Mmm... Yes, in a way."
"Explain."
"My soul won't go to the fugue plane to be judge. That right was forfiet when I died for the first time."
*You are familiar with the DND Planescape afterlife system?*
*yup, one of the main reasons it took so long for Thaemrys to be made.*
She stares at Lazarus for a moment before questioning further, "And why is that? I have time to hear your story."
"When a vampire becomes one, they sacrifice their afterlife to live longer. Their souls are forfiet to whatever dark power infused use. Maybe I will go to the demon lord of Vampires, maybe to the hells, but I won't be judge. I already have been... How is being a psycopomp?"
*Nice!*
"So you are a vampire, you still have ways of dying, so there isn't too much disdain for you, And how it always has been, fulfilling."
"No. My local language skills are lacking. I think its plump? Or maybe thick. I am unsure how it directly translates to common, as it was a very drunk goblin."
She blushes a bit "Either one i suppose"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
From the shadows of the forest, a figure emerges, in a black cloak, edges tattered some from wear. They wear something that looks like a bird skull of some sort in the way of a plague doctor's mask & wield a scythe with no handles. Their cloak covers their entire body & flaps in the breeze as they stand there, observing.
Lazarus looks over, curious. They wave and walk over. "Who might you be?"
*what are they again? like as in quick description.*
They turn their head and answer, "A servant of death."
*Fallen aasimar oathbreaker vampire*
"Mmm... So a psycopomp?"
"Yes."
"Intriguing. What should I refer to you as?"
*This is interesting. Especially because one of my characters might become a psycopomp eventually*
*Yeah, I'd be telling you about stuff about them rn but I'll wait until it is learned in character.*
"Thaemrys is my name." She steps out of the forest.
*Okay. I understand that statement... Kinda.*
"Lazarus. Show I bow or something? Something tells me the shepherds of the dead don't like unnatural immortals."
"Is it still possible for death to come to you?"
"Mmm... Yes, in a way."
"Explain."
"My soul won't go to the fugue plane to be judge. That right was forfiet when I died for the first time."
*You are familiar with the DND Planescape afterlife system?*
*yup, one of the main reasons it took so long for Thaemrys to be made.*
She stares at Lazarus for a moment before questioning further, "And why is that? I have time to hear your story."
"When a vampire becomes one, they sacrifice their afterlife to live longer. Their souls are forfiet to whatever dark power infused use. Maybe I will go to the demon lord of Vampires, maybe to the hells, but I won't be judge. I already have been... How is being a psycopomp?"
*Nice!*
"So you are a vampire, you still have ways of dying, so there isn't too much disdain for you, And how it always has been, fulfilling."
"I see. Were you always a psychopomp? Or were you once mortal?"
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A young man walks into the tavern, carrying a book and a cane. They survey the room, curious about the establishment. After the wizard is done, they order a dwarven ale. Their cloak hides much, but any who have interacted with Lysander finds a similarity between the two. After finish the ale, he retires to a corner, fiddling with something in his pocket
*If you need a better description, look in the spoiler, where you will find some beautiful art by Cyno herself*
*Chest, want to meet Lysander?*
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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?"
"Those are my idiots" she said with proud grin.
Emrick giggles, "Wait, what? Is this like a show of sorts?" Emrick smiles but is still a little confused, yet amused.
"Nope, they are always at each others throats though" she said
"Over what? Are they rivals from other courts?"
"Honestly i have no idea" she says "One is from the unseelie court while the other is my fox boy" she said
Emrick leans his head on her shoulder. "Well...it beats getting high..." He closes his eyes and stops smiling. "So...are you in a relationship?"
"Yes and no" she said and smiled a bit, petting his head.
"So...you can't be tied down?" Emrick sounds a little sad. "I guess if that's what you want...I won't argue against it...But I'd like to know that if I'm yours, your mine. Does that make sense?"
"Is this you asking for me to love you?" she asked, smiling.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Cool! I am nearly 1000 years old. Will be this summer."
"That must be fun! Could you tell me more about where you come from? It sounds nice to not have pointy things shoved in your face everywhere you go."
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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."
"I have the right to not tell anyone what I'm doing, especially you." She gives a glance to her.
She smiled. "Mad that I kicked your [1gp]?"
"Yes & no." She stares out into nothing.
"Well, s'long as you don't actually commit suicide over it, I'm happy. See ya later, I'm going to get something to drink." Sharlene got up and started walking off to the tavern.
"It is a journey & a half to kill a Reaper." She says before leaping up & off of anything sticking out the wall of the tavern to get to the roof.
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
Yazrin's eyebrows go up. "Interesting. I can tell you a decent bit about the demon lords. I ought most of them, in fact, when they came to the Material Plane."
"Im good, but i thank you" she said, bowing.
He chuckles. "Of course." He pauses, smiling. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Sinclair? Maybe you'd like to get a drink?"
"Sure" she says and smiled
Yazrin grins. "Well then, come with me. This particular tavern happens to have just about anything you want." He offers her his hand, smiling, and he pulls a platinum piece out of a pouch on his belt, flipping it in the air casually a few times. "My treat."
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?"
"Those are my idiots" she said with proud grin.
Emrick giggles, "Wait, what? Is this like a show of sorts?" Emrick smiles but is still a little confused, yet amused.
"Nope, they are always at each others throats though" she said
"Over what? Are they rivals from other courts?"
"Honestly i have no idea" she says "One is from the unseelie court while the other is my fox boy" she said
Emrick leans his head on her shoulder. "Well...it beats getting high..." He closes his eyes and stops smiling. "So...are you in a relationship?"
"Yes and no" she said and smiled a bit, petting his head.
"So...you can't be tied down?" Emrick sounds a little sad. "I guess if that's what you want...I won't argue against it...But I'd like to know that if I'm yours, your mine. Does that make sense?"
"Is this you asking for me to love you?" she asked, smiling.
"Uh...maybe?"
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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.)
From the shadows of the forest, a figure emerges, in a black cloak, edges tattered some from wear. They wear something that looks like a bird skull of some sort in the way of a plague doctor's mask & wield a scythe with no handles. Their cloak covers their entire body & flaps in the breeze as they stand there, observing.
Lazarus looks over, curious. They wave and walk over. "Who might you be?"
*what are they again? like as in quick description.*
They turn their head and answer, "A servant of death."
*Fallen aasimar oathbreaker vampire*
"Mmm... So a psycopomp?"
"Yes."
"Intriguing. What should I refer to you as?"
*This is interesting. Especially because one of my characters might become a psycopomp eventually*
*Yeah, I'd be telling you about stuff about them rn but I'll wait until it is learned in character.*
"Thaemrys is my name." She steps out of the forest.
*Okay. I understand that statement... Kinda.*
"Lazarus. Show I bow or something? Something tells me the shepherds of the dead don't like unnatural immortals."
"Is it still possible for death to come to you?"
"Mmm... Yes, in a way."
"Explain."
"My soul won't go to the fugue plane to be judge. That right was forfiet when I died for the first time."
*You are familiar with the DND Planescape afterlife system?*
*yup, one of the main reasons it took so long for Thaemrys to be made.*
She stares at Lazarus for a moment before questioning further, "And why is that? I have time to hear your story."
"When a vampire becomes one, they sacrifice their afterlife to live longer. Their souls are forfiet to whatever dark power infused use. Maybe I will go to the demon lord of Vampires, maybe to the hells, but I won't be judge. I already have been... How is being a psycopomp?"
*Nice!*
"So you are a vampire, you still have ways of dying, so there isn't too much disdain for you, And how it always has been, fulfilling."
"I see. Were you always a psychopomp? Or were you once mortal?"
"You can call me a Reaper, as that's what I am, & all Reapers were mortal once."
"So you are a vampire, you still have ways of dying, so there isn't too much disdain for you, And how it always has been, fulfilling."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She blushes a bit "Either one i suppose"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Cool! I am nearly 1000 years old. Will be this summer."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"...I honestly don't know all that well."
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.
"Very bold of you to assume that i can be tied down but a single man"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I see. Were you always a psychopomp? Or were you once mortal?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
[[ OI GHOST :] ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
I will remove your tongue.
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
*Chest, want to meet Lysander?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Hello*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Is this you asking for me to love you?" she asked, smiling.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That must be fun! Could you tell me more about where you come from? It sounds nice to not have pointy things shoved in your face everywhere you go."
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?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"It is a journey & a half to kill a Reaper." She says before leaping up & off of anything sticking out the wall of the tavern to get to the roof.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Whatever you would like to do." He chuckled a bit, taking another bite. "Remember from now on."
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.
Yazrin grins. "Well then, come with me. This particular tavern happens to have just about anything you want." He offers her his hand, smiling, and he pulls a platinum piece out of a pouch on his belt, flipping it in the air casually a few times. "My treat."
"Uh...maybe?"
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?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Sage, a pale cream-colored husky dog, looks up "Hello!"
"They are mine, my children" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
[[ GUESS WHAT ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"You can call me a Reaper, as that's what I am, & all Reapers were mortal once."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He stuck it out smugly.
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.