A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Gonna do a slight timewarp since Chris went offline, and Shardia was helping Soldaer with the packing and relocation of his and Nia's stuff.*
Soldaer's in the master bedroom, all the chests and cabinets open as he starts putting things in the right places. All of the heads of various creatures are mounted back on the wall above the fireplace where they belong. A portable hole is in the center of the room, filled with clothes, treasures, magic items, etc. Lying right on the top of the pile are a circlet and diadem made of silver and mithral. Four bags of holding are on the bed, each of them open to reveal different contents.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Gonna do a slight timewarp since Chris went offline, and Shardia was helping Soldaer with the packing and relocation of his and Nia's stuff.*
Soldaer's in the master bedroom, all the chests and cabinets open as he starts putting things in the right places. All of the heads of various creatures are mounted back on the wall above the fireplace where they belong. A portable hole is in the center of the room, filled with clothes, treasures, magic items, etc. Lying right on the top of the pile are a circlet and diadem made of silver and mithral. Four bags of holding are on the bed, each of them open to reveal different contents.
*Gonna do a slight timewarp since Chris went offline, and Shardia was helping Soldaer with the packing and relocation of his and Nia's stuff.*
Soldaer's in the master bedroom, all the chests and cabinets open as he starts putting things in the right places. All of the heads of various creatures are mounted back on the wall above the fireplace where they belong. A portable hole is in the center of the room, filled with clothes, treasures, magic items, etc. Lying right on the top of the pile are a circlet and diadem made of silver and mithral. Four bags of holding are on the bed, each of them open to reveal different contents.
Nia looks at the bags, "Hope thats everything."
*Nia's never seen her diadem, has she?*
Soldaer looks back at her. "Should be just about everything" He says with a smile.
*Gonna do a slight timewarp since Chris went offline, and Shardia was helping Soldaer with the packing and relocation of his and Nia's stuff.*
Soldaer's in the master bedroom, all the chests and cabinets open as he starts putting things in the right places. All of the heads of various creatures are mounted back on the wall above the fireplace where they belong. A portable hole is in the center of the room, filled with clothes, treasures, magic items, etc. Lying right on the top of the pile are a circlet and diadem made of silver and mithral. Four bags of holding are on the bed, each of them open to reveal different contents.
Nia looks at the bags, "Hope thats everything."
*Nia's never seen her diadem, has she?*
Soldaer looks back at her. "Should be just about everything" He says with a smile.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Gonna do a slight timewarp since Chris went offline, and Shardia was helping Soldaer with the packing and relocation of his and Nia's stuff.*
Soldaer's in the master bedroom, all the chests and cabinets open as he starts putting things in the right places. All of the heads of various creatures are mounted back on the wall above the fireplace where they belong. A portable hole is in the center of the room, filled with clothes, treasures, magic items, etc. Lying right on the top of the pile are a circlet and diadem made of silver and mithral. Four bags of holding are on the bed, each of them open to reveal different contents.
Nia looks at the bags, "Hope thats everything."
*Nia's never seen her diadem, has she?*
Soldaer looks back at her. "Should be just about everything" He says with a smile.
*Nope*
"Woo! Gotta just finish moving in."
Soldaer stands up from the portable hole and moves over to the bags, giving Nia a perfect view of what's inside the hole. He goes and starts unpacking the first bag he grabs, which happens to be the one with all the liquors and glasses in it. "Yep. Also need to finish a little bit of furniture, but yeah, we're basically moved in, my love." He says, looking over at her with a smile, the gold in his eyes sparkling.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Gonna do a slight timewarp since Chris went offline, and Shardia was helping Soldaer with the packing and relocation of his and Nia's stuff.*
Soldaer's in the master bedroom, all the chests and cabinets open as he starts putting things in the right places. All of the heads of various creatures are mounted back on the wall above the fireplace where they belong. A portable hole is in the center of the room, filled with clothes, treasures, magic items, etc. Lying right on the top of the pile are a circlet and diadem made of silver and mithral. Four bags of holding are on the bed, each of them open to reveal different contents.
Nia looks at the bags, "Hope thats everything."
*Nia's never seen her diadem, has she?*
Soldaer looks back at her. "Should be just about everything" He says with a smile.
*Nope*
"Woo! Gotta just finish moving in."
Soldaer stands up from the portable hole and moves over to the bags, giving Nia a perfect view of what's inside the hole. He goes and starts unpacking the first bag he grabs, which happens to be the one with all the liquors and glasses in it. "Yep. Also need to finish a little bit of furniture, but yeah, we're basically moved in, my love." He says, looking over at her with a smile, the gold in his eyes sparkling.
"New home, new safe life," she smiles, "New family."
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*Gonna do a slight timewarp since Chris went offline, and Shardia was helping Soldaer with the packing and relocation of his and Nia's stuff.*
Soldaer's in the master bedroom, all the chests and cabinets open as he starts putting things in the right places. All of the heads of various creatures are mounted back on the wall above the fireplace where they belong. A portable hole is in the center of the room, filled with clothes, treasures, magic items, etc. Lying right on the top of the pile are a circlet and diadem made of silver and mithral. Four bags of holding are on the bed, each of them open to reveal different contents.
Nia looks at the bags, "Hope thats everything."
*Nia's never seen her diadem, has she?*
Soldaer looks back at her. "Should be just about everything" He says with a smile.
*Nope*
"Woo! Gotta just finish moving in."
Soldaer stands up from the portable hole and moves over to the bags, giving Nia a perfect view of what's inside the hole. He goes and starts unpacking the first bag he grabs, which happens to be the one with all the liquors and glasses in it. "Yep. Also need to finish a little bit of furniture, but yeah, we're basically moved in, my love." He says, looking over at her with a smile, the gold in his eyes sparkling.
"New home, new safe life," she smiles, "New family."
Soldaer smiles warmly. "Indeed. I'm going to have Atemos help me set up some more wards, so we basically have the same protections we did in our room at the Tavern." He walks over and kisses her tenderly. "You going to stand there looking beautiful, or are you going to help me move us in fully?" he asks her teasingly.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Gonna do a slight timewarp since Chris went offline, and Shardia was helping Soldaer with the packing and relocation of his and Nia's stuff.*
Soldaer's in the master bedroom, all the chests and cabinets open as he starts putting things in the right places. All of the heads of various creatures are mounted back on the wall above the fireplace where they belong. A portable hole is in the center of the room, filled with clothes, treasures, magic items, etc. Lying right on the top of the pile are a circlet and diadem made of silver and mithral. Four bags of holding are on the bed, each of them open to reveal different contents.
Nia looks at the bags, "Hope thats everything."
*Nia's never seen her diadem, has she?*
Soldaer looks back at her. "Should be just about everything" He says with a smile.
*Nope*
"Woo! Gotta just finish moving in."
Soldaer stands up from the portable hole and moves over to the bags, giving Nia a perfect view of what's inside the hole. He goes and starts unpacking the first bag he grabs, which happens to be the one with all the liquors and glasses in it. "Yep. Also need to finish a little bit of furniture, but yeah, we're basically moved in, my love." He says, looking over at her with a smile, the gold in his eyes sparkling.
"New home, new safe life," she smiles, "New family."
Soldaer smiles warmly. "Indeed. I'm going to have Atemos help me set up some more wards, so we basically have the same protections we did in our room at the Tavern." He walks over and kisses her tenderly. "You going to stand there looking beautiful, or are you going to help me move us in fully?" he asks her teasingly.
"Hey, i'm the pregnant one," she says, even though she's barely a week along.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Gonna do a slight timewarp since Chris went offline, and Shardia was helping Soldaer with the packing and relocation of his and Nia's stuff.*
Soldaer's in the master bedroom, all the chests and cabinets open as he starts putting things in the right places. All of the heads of various creatures are mounted back on the wall above the fireplace where they belong. A portable hole is in the center of the room, filled with clothes, treasures, magic items, etc. Lying right on the top of the pile are a circlet and diadem made of silver and mithral. Four bags of holding are on the bed, each of them open to reveal different contents.
Nia looks at the bags, "Hope thats everything."
*Nia's never seen her diadem, has she?*
Soldaer looks back at her. "Should be just about everything" He says with a smile.
*Nope*
"Woo! Gotta just finish moving in."
Soldaer stands up from the portable hole and moves over to the bags, giving Nia a perfect view of what's inside the hole. He goes and starts unpacking the first bag he grabs, which happens to be the one with all the liquors and glasses in it. "Yep. Also need to finish a little bit of furniture, but yeah, we're basically moved in, my love." He says, looking over at her with a smile, the gold in his eyes sparkling.
"New home, new safe life," she smiles, "New family."
Soldaer smiles warmly. "Indeed. I'm going to have Atemos help me set up some more wards, so we basically have the same protections we did in our room at the Tavern." He walks over and kisses her tenderly. "You going to stand there looking beautiful, or are you going to help me move us in fully?" he asks her teasingly.
"Hey, i'm the pregnant one," she says, even though she's barely a week along.
Soldaer laughs. "You're right dear, you shouldn't be moving stuff. Heck, you probably shouldn't even be moving around." He says, suddenly feigning worry. He chuckles. "You aren't that far along yet, Nia. You don't have to worry too much about harming our child yet." He smiles. "C'mon, you can help me a bit. Besides, this isn't my stuff anymore, it's OUR stuff." He says with a wink and a laugh.
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"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Gonna do a slight timewarp since Chris went offline, and Shardia was helping Soldaer with the packing and relocation of his and Nia's stuff.*
Soldaer's in the master bedroom, all the chests and cabinets open as he starts putting things in the right places. All of the heads of various creatures are mounted back on the wall above the fireplace where they belong. A portable hole is in the center of the room, filled with clothes, treasures, magic items, etc. Lying right on the top of the pile are a circlet and diadem made of silver and mithral. Four bags of holding are on the bed, each of them open to reveal different contents.
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Nia looks at the bags, "Hope thats everything."
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Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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*Nia's never seen her diadem, has she?*
Soldaer looks back at her. "Should be just about everything" He says with a smile.
*Nope*
"Woo! Gotta just finish moving in."
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
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Soldaer stands up from the portable hole and moves over to the bags, giving Nia a perfect view of what's inside the hole. He goes and starts unpacking the first bag he grabs, which happens to be the one with all the liquors and glasses in it. "Yep. Also need to finish a little bit of furniture, but yeah, we're basically moved in, my love." He says, looking over at her with a smile, the gold in his eyes sparkling.
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
"New home, new safe life," she smiles, "New family."
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
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
Soldaer smiles warmly. "Indeed. I'm going to have Atemos help me set up some more wards, so we basically have the same protections we did in our room at the Tavern." He walks over and kisses her tenderly. "You going to stand there looking beautiful, or are you going to help me move us in fully?" he asks her teasingly.
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
"Hey, i'm the pregnant one," she says, even though she's barely a week along.
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
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Soldaer laughs. "You're right dear, you shouldn't be moving stuff. Heck, you probably shouldn't even be moving around." He says, suddenly feigning worry. He chuckles. "You aren't that far along yet, Nia. You don't have to worry too much about harming our child yet." He smiles. "C'mon, you can help me a bit. Besides, this isn't my stuff anymore, it's OUR stuff." He says with a wink and a laugh.