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 what exactly is your job? Do you rip souls from bodies?"
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"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
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
Yazrin chuckles, and orders her a wine, one of the more expensive vintages, and a glass of Cherry Feywine for himself, smiling. A few minutes later, their drinks are ready. "Shall we find someplace a little quieter to sit?" He asks with a smile.
"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.
"You seem to enjoy the description." Hunter says
"Not really, its just weird to hear you say it"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
If you care about them so much, how about you just, let them tear out your tongue. It'll grow back, probably.
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 what exactly is your job? Do you rip souls from bodies?"
"I reap souls from their dead body, and guide them to the fugue plane, ensuring they don't get lost along the way, as without a guide they can make it, but it isn't always guaranteed. That is why Reapers exist."
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?"
"Ah ... yes. You don't remember?"
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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.
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
Yazrin chuckles, and orders her a wine, one of the more expensive vintages, and a glass of Cherry Feywine for himself, smiling. A few minutes later, their drinks are ready. "Shall we find someplace a little quieter to sit?" He asks with a smile.
"Here is fine" she said and smiles "Ive always been a girl who like crowds"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
If you care about them so much, how about you just, let them tear out your tongue. It'll grow back, probably.
"It won't, and I'm not saying I care, it's not like I could've killed that one in here anyways. Just saying it's irresponsible of you, Mr. Jealous Bird."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"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
"So what exactly is your job? Do you rip souls from bodies?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
His eyes widen a tiny bit, surprised to be picked up, but he quickly relaxes, wiping the blood off of his mouth. "What are we doing?"
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.
"You seem to enjoy the description." Hunter 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
Yazrin chuckles, and orders her a wine, one of the more expensive vintages, and a glass of Cherry Feywine for himself, smiling. A few minutes later, their drinks are ready. "Shall we find someplace a little quieter to sit?" He asks with a smile.
*What?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"As in ... us, (wow that sounds weird in my mouth.) I'm not going to hold you to anything we said or did while we were both drunk as [GP]"
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"
*Elendon/Scyria, want to continue twins stuff?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
I don't know if i want to or not.
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
"Not really, its just weird to hear you say it"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
If you care about them so much, how about you just, let them tear out your tongue. It'll grow back, probably.
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
"I reap souls from their dead body, and guide them to the fugue plane, ensuring they don't get lost along the way, as without a guide they can make it, but it isn't always guaranteed. That is why Reapers exist."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Ah ... yes. You don't remember?"
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"
*Yuri is seriously forming a harem.... XD This is going to be hilarious.*
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.
*GTG for a bit*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Here is fine" she said and smiles "Ive always been a girl who like crowds"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It won't, and I'm not saying I care, it's not like I could've killed that one in here anyways. Just saying it's irresponsible of you, Mr. Jealous Bird."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Really? It seems to be a normal descriptor."
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
"Its ok" she said and smiles "do you have feelings for me?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*cya!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Having some one on one time." She dumps him on a couch and sits down, cuddling up against him and closing her eyes.
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.