"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"
"I believe thick is the favored in most languages." He says
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."
"My my, a gentleman" she said teasingly
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A 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?*
*Sure.*
Krathian sits down next to Lysander, assuming that this is some sort of disguise or weird consequence of warping. "Good to see you back."
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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.
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?"
She chuckles "It is good to admit that" she says and smiles again "Maybe i do have feelings for you my love"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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."
"My my, a gentleman" she said teasingly
Yazrin laughs. "Unlike most of my kin, yes. I won't deny that allegation." He takes her hand and leads her into the Tavern. "You can have whatever you'd like." He says with a wink. "I've got it covered."
"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"
"I believe thick is the favored in most languages." He says
"Yes yes" she says, her cheeks red.
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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?"
"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?"
She chuckles "It is good to admit that" she says and smiles again "Maybe i do have feelings for you my love"
"Alright...I'm willing to give it s hot if you will."
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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.)
Zenix appears, smacking the fox boi on the head, before turning back into the raven
He mentally sputters for a moment, changing back into human form. "Hey!"
Awww, whats wrong? Did i hurt da widdle fox?
"Oh, shut up, Orokana Tori."
Make me fox boi.
He growled. "I'm too comfy to move right now."
And scared i'd kick your tail again;
"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.
Can't blame you. She was one of the more beautiful eladrins in the court.
"Is that jealousy I hear?"
Not really.
" J e a l o u s y "
I will remove your tongue.
He stuck it out smugly.
A different raven flys in and attempts to tear their tongue out
He catches it and strokes it by the neck. "My, my, these poor birds... How irresponsible of you to send them into a death like this..." He tossed the bird away. "Do try not to do that outside of this building's protection." He teased.
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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.
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."
"My my, a gentleman" she said teasingly
Yazrin laughs. "Unlike most of my kin, yes. I won't deny that allegation." He takes her hand and leads her into the Tavern. "You can have whatever you'd like." He says with a wink. "I've got it covered."
"Wine if they have it" she says
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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."
"I come Ocrenia, a draconic fief on the world of Aviski. There, my Mom ruled as Diarch along with her close friend, who was a sapphire dragon (who me and my siblings affectionately nicknamed Autie as you should never call a dragon by their real name). Sadly, Mom is dead, and... well Auntie sought out those responsible, that being my siblings which she sentenced to death. So I had to flee................... Where do you come from?"
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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
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?*
*Sure.*
Krathian sits down next to Lysander, assuming that this is some sort of disguise or weird consequence of warping. "Good to see you back."
"I would guess so. Have I met you before?"
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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
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?"
She chuckles "It is good to admit that" she says and smiles again "Maybe i do have feelings for you my love"
"Alright...I'm willing to give it s hot if you will."
"Good boy" she says and smiles
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"I believe thick is the favored in most languages." He says
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
"...And I want to do whatever you want to do..."
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.
"My my, a gentleman" she said teasingly
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Barachiel sits down next to him with a mug of tea.
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.
*Sure.*
Krathian sits down next to Lysander, assuming that this is some sort of disguise or weird consequence of warping. "Good to see you back."
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"
She chuckles "It is good to admit that" she says and smiles again "Maybe i do have feelings for you my love"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
I'm not joining your harem yuri.
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
"as in?" she asked, sitting up.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A different raven flys in and attempts to tear their tongue out
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
Yazrin laughs. "Unlike most of my kin, yes. I won't deny that allegation." He takes her hand and leads her into the Tavern. "You can have whatever you'd like." He says with a wink. "I've got it covered."
"Then we are caught in an infinite loop."
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.
"Yes yes" she says, her cheeks red.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Alright...I'm willing to give it s hot if you will."
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.)
"Give it time"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He catches it and strokes it by the neck. "My, my, these poor birds... How irresponsible of you to send them into a death like this..." He tossed the bird away. "Do try not to do that outside of this building's protection." He teased.
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.
"Wine if they have it" she says
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I come Ocrenia, a draconic fief on the world of Aviski. There, my Mom ruled as Diarch along with her close friend, who was a sapphire dragon (who me and my siblings affectionately nicknamed Autie as you should never call a dragon by their real name). Sadly, Mom is dead, and... well Auntie sought out those responsible, that being my siblings which she sentenced to death. So I had to flee................... Where do you come from?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I would guess so. Have I met you before?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Fine, I'm willing to break the loop." She scoops Rancor up, gives him a kiss, and carries him back to the tavern, leaving the wolf carcasses behind.
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.
"Good boy" she says and smiles
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]