Mali is sitting outside, trying to take deep breaths.
Shardia is opening a small cloth bag with holes inside
E is around
The Reaper is in their room, sleeping, the door forgotten to be shut properly.
Arrow is practicing aerial archery outside on the targets.
Hazel sits outside the room and pulls out a new sheet of paper, occasionally glancing up at the Reaper as she writes stuff down.
She's not wearing her cloak & mask, so her face isn't hidden, showing the fact that she's a high elf with long brown hair, resting peacefully in her trance.
*Ah, sorry.*
Hazel continues to write and draw, and anyone nearby can see she's making a statblock...
*nah its fine*
She shifts in her bed, but not awake yet.
On a separate piece of paper, Hazel begins writing a draft of a Scythe.
Hers is propped up against the night stand on the other side of her bed, the top can be seen but Hazel would need to go inside the room to get a full look.
Hazel pulls out a little scrap of paper and crumples it, throwing it to the ground inside the room, where it transforms into a mouse. It scuttles up to get a closer look, allowing Hazel to see through its eyes.
She shifts at the sound of paper crumpling, but still just barely in the trance. The Scythe itself looks like it's made of some black twisted wood, with the base tilting back at the top to have the blade angled up some, while the bottom half of it curves back for better hold & use. The blade itself looks to be made of some kind of unnaturally dull silver, with a metal band holding it to the base & holding a smaller blade that looks like a continuation of the bigger one. If there's any way to feel anything about it, it has a surrounding aura of death & necrotic magic. *love how I have this much description for a singular Scythe*
The mouse disappears with a faint pop as Hazel notes this all down on another piece of paper.
The pop is all it takes for her to wake up, "Alright what's going on?" She still seems tired. *also need her character sheet? here*
"Oh uhuh," She snatches up her mask & scythe, teleporting in front of her, blade to Hazel's chest, "What were you doing?" The mask covers her face, & a murky black shadow is inside the eye holes making sure the face is concealed.
"Nothing! I was just trying to make a stat block based off the idea of a Reaper. And a magic item based on your Scythe." She cautiously reaches a hand behind her back.
*added the link to an edit but you didn't Quote it after so here again*
She grabs her wrist of the hand behind back, "I can see your movements & what in the fugue plane are you on about?" She says, still holding her scythe to Hazel.
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Yuri is sitting outside on the roof. She is in her rabbit form, which is napping cutely, curled up in a small ball, in a sunny spot.
Lore is mediating outside.
Sinclair is Sitting on a twisted tree branch with a quasit, reading a book to it.
Soldaer is prepping breakfast for him and Nia.
Phantom is asleep in the sun outside the tavern.
Yazrin is training again.
Sinclair watches Yazrin from up high. Occasionally dropping pebbles on him.
He chuckles. This is the first time she's seen him practicing without a target. His swordwork is impressive to say the least, as he goes through a series of attacks and blocks with such fluidity it's hard to tell where one ends and the next begins.
"man" she said, swinging down, hanging by her knee's on the tree branch. "You msut have a thick skull if you can't feel those pebbles dropping on your head"
Oh, I can. I just chose to ignore them. He says as he turns to face her, spinning his blades in a complicated attack routine before sliding them into their sheaths with a grin. He casually walks over to her, smiling a little mischievously.
She hangs there, watching him, her arms folded over her chest. She watches him, mocking the look of being bored.
Yazrin chuckles, and makes his way to her, until they're face-to-face. "Hmmmm...now what should I do...?" He asks, smiling mischievously.
"Back up before i drop down i accidently kick you" she said and raised and eyebrow.
Yazrin looks a bit surprised, as though he's thinking "Did she just threaten me?", but he backs up, albeit not very far.
She jumps down and smiles "Much better, now you see, you didn't get kicked in the process, good job" she said and patted his cheek.
Yazrin shakes his head, smiling. A sudden light comes to his eyes, and he grabs her hand, kissing it, much like you would kiss the hand of a queen or some other royalty.
She smiles, tilting her head. "Its not that easy cutie" she says. Suddenly it was no longer her hand, but the hand of Ozall. The pit fiend, looked around, confused on why he was back here and not in hells at the minute then looks down at Yazrin "Oh................ i feel disgusted by this" he snarls, gripping his mace. Sinclair was now on the left side of the massive fiend, chuckling a bit.
Yazrin rolls his eyes, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of shadow, reappearing, briefly, 30 ft deeper in the woods, before simply vanishing. (I will have you eventually, beautiful.) He says telepathically to Sinclair.
We shall see. She replies with a grin, dispersing of the fiend I'll never make it easy for you.
(Oh, I know, but seriously? Not even a kiss on the hand?) He laughs, it ringing out between the trees. (But, nevertheless, you will be mine, eventually) She can almost see his expression; a mix of live and determination. But yet, he's still completely invisible.
You can try She said and how can you say that? you haven't even gotten that far.
He reappears momentarily, far deeper in the woods, grinning. (You don't know me yet. I'm one of the most determined people you'll meet. How else do you think I was able to take down most of the Demon Lords?) He says with a chuckle before turning invisible again with a step to the side.
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Mali is sitting outside, trying to take deep breaths.
Shardia is opening a small cloth bag with holes inside
E is around
The Reaper is in their room, sleeping, the door forgotten to be shut properly.
Arrow is practicing aerial archery outside on the targets.
Hazel sits outside the room and pulls out a new sheet of paper, occasionally glancing up at the Reaper as she writes stuff down.
She's not wearing her cloak & mask, so her face isn't hidden, showing the fact that she's a high elf with long brown hair, resting peacefully in her trance.
*Ah, sorry.*
Hazel continues to write and draw, and anyone nearby can see she's making a statblock...
*nah its fine*
She shifts in her bed, but not awake yet.
On a separate piece of paper, Hazel begins writing a draft of a Scythe.
Hers is propped up against the night stand on the other side of her bed, the top can be seen but Hazel would need to go inside the room to get a full look.
Hazel pulls out a little scrap of paper and crumples it, throwing it to the ground inside the room, where it transforms into a mouse. It scuttles up to get a closer look, allowing Hazel to see through its eyes.
She shifts at the sound of paper crumpling, but still just barely in the trance. The Scythe itself looks like it's made of some black twisted wood, with the base tilting back at the top to have the blade angled up some, while the bottom half of it curves back for better hold & use. The blade itself looks to be made of some kind of unnaturally dull silver, with a metal band holding it to the base & holding a smaller blade that looks like a continuation of the bigger one. If there's any way to feel anything about it, it has a surrounding aura of death & necrotic magic. *love how I have this much description for a singular Scythe*
The mouse disappears with a faint pop as Hazel notes this all down on another piece of paper.
The pop is all it takes for her to wake up, "Alright what's going on?" She still seems tired. *also need her character sheet? here*
"Oh uhuh," She snatches up her mask & scythe, teleporting in front of her, blade to Hazel's chest, "What were you doing?" The mask covers her face, & a murky black shadow is inside the eye holes making sure the face is concealed.
"Nothing! I was just trying to make a stat block based off the idea of a Reaper. And a magic item based on your Scythe." She cautiously reaches a hand behind her back.
*added the link to an edit but you didn't Quote it after so here again*
She grabs her wrist of the hand behind back, "I can see your movements & what in the fugue plane are you on about?" She says, still holding her scythe to Hazel.
*I got the link, thanks!*
"Here, look." She awkwardly flicks the paper she had behind her back onto the ground, and the edges begin to curl up, almost like the legs of a spider...
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Finch gives him a small smile and lightly jumps from the rafters. "Thank you."
"No problem kid, now give me one second." He takes a moment to wrap his tail around a rafter & lower himself back to the ground slowly.
Finch takes a seat at the bar and looks up.
"Alright race & age?" He slithers up to the bar.
"Human and twenty-three." Deception 19
He narrows his eyes
Insight: 23
"Alright what the hell was that? Why are you saying you're an age that doesn't allow you to drink alcohol, tell me the truth."
*Finch was lying about his race.*
Finch stutters. "I, I..."
"Kid relax, what are you? You ain't human, I could hear the quivering in your voice when you said you were." He doesn't seem upset, just wanting to know the truth.
Yuri is sitting outside on the roof. She is in her rabbit form, which is napping cutely, curled up in a small ball, in a sunny spot.
Lore is mediating outside.
Sinclair is Sitting on a twisted tree branch with a quasit, reading a book to it.
Soldaer is prepping breakfast for him and Nia.
Phantom is asleep in the sun outside the tavern.
Yazrin is training again.
Sinclair watches Yazrin from up high. Occasionally dropping pebbles on him.
He chuckles. This is the first time she's seen him practicing without a target. His swordwork is impressive to say the least, as he goes through a series of attacks and blocks with such fluidity it's hard to tell where one ends and the next begins.
"man" she said, swinging down, hanging by her knee's on the tree branch. "You msut have a thick skull if you can't feel those pebbles dropping on your head"
Oh, I can. I just chose to ignore them. He says as he turns to face her, spinning his blades in a complicated attack routine before sliding them into their sheaths with a grin. He casually walks over to her, smiling a little mischievously.
She hangs there, watching him, her arms folded over her chest. She watches him, mocking the look of being bored.
Yazrin chuckles, and makes his way to her, until they're face-to-face. "Hmmmm...now what should I do...?" He asks, smiling mischievously.
"Back up before i drop down i accidently kick you" she said and raised and eyebrow.
Yazrin looks a bit surprised, as though he's thinking "Did she just threaten me?", but he backs up, albeit not very far.
She jumps down and smiles "Much better, now you see, you didn't get kicked in the process, good job" she said and patted his cheek.
Yazrin shakes his head, smiling. A sudden light comes to his eyes, and he grabs her hand, kissing it, much like you would kiss the hand of a queen or some other royalty.
She smiles, tilting her head. "Its not that easy cutie" she says. Suddenly it was no longer her hand, but the hand of Ozall. The pit fiend, looked around, confused on why he was back here and not in hells at the minute then looks down at Yazrin "Oh................ i feel disgusted by this" he snarls, gripping his mace. Sinclair was now on the left side of the massive fiend, chuckling a bit.
Yazrin rolls his eyes, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of shadow, reappearing, briefly, 30 ft deeper in the woods, before simply vanishing. (I will have you eventually, beautiful.) He says telepathically to Sinclair.
We shall see. She replies with a grin, dispersing of the fiend I'll never make it easy for you.
(Oh, I know, but seriously? Not even a kiss on the hand?) He laughs, it ringing out between the trees. (But, nevertheless, you will be mine, eventually) She can almost see his expression; a mix of live and determination. But yet, he's still completely invisible.
You can try She said and how can you say that? you haven't even gotten that far.
He reappears momentarily, far deeper in the woods, grinning. (You don't know me yet. I'm one of the most determined people you'll meet. How else do you think I was able to take down most of the Demon Lords?) He says with a chuckle before turning invisible again with a step to the side.
She smiles and walks into the forest where he was. She seems to pull something out of her bag, a small monocle with a clear glass-like stone in it (Gem of Seeing). "You won't hide from me when i have this"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
V smiled. "Tea sounds good, though now I owe you some details." She then looked at Elendon. "I'm Vyveweamb, you can call me V if that's too complicated."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Mali is sitting outside, trying to take deep breaths.
Shardia is opening a small cloth bag with holes inside
E is around
The Reaper is in their room, sleeping, the door forgotten to be shut properly.
Arrow is practicing aerial archery outside on the targets.
Hazel sits outside the room and pulls out a new sheet of paper, occasionally glancing up at the Reaper as she writes stuff down.
She's not wearing her cloak & mask, so her face isn't hidden, showing the fact that she's a high elf with long brown hair, resting peacefully in her trance.
*Ah, sorry.*
Hazel continues to write and draw, and anyone nearby can see she's making a statblock...
*nah its fine*
She shifts in her bed, but not awake yet.
On a separate piece of paper, Hazel begins writing a draft of a Scythe.
Hers is propped up against the night stand on the other side of her bed, the top can be seen but Hazel would need to go inside the room to get a full look.
Hazel pulls out a little scrap of paper and crumples it, throwing it to the ground inside the room, where it transforms into a mouse. It scuttles up to get a closer look, allowing Hazel to see through its eyes.
She shifts at the sound of paper crumpling, but still just barely in the trance. The Scythe itself looks like it's made of some black twisted wood, with the base tilting back at the top to have the blade angled up some, while the bottom half of it curves back for better hold & use. The blade itself looks to be made of some kind of unnaturally dull silver, with a metal band holding it to the base & holding a smaller blade that looks like a continuation of the bigger one. If there's any way to feel anything about it, it has a surrounding aura of death & necrotic magic. *love how I have this much description for a singular Scythe*
The mouse disappears with a faint pop as Hazel notes this all down on another piece of paper.
The pop is all it takes for her to wake up, "Alright what's going on?" She still seems tired. *also need her character sheet? here*
"Oh uhuh," She snatches up her mask & scythe, teleporting in front of her, blade to Hazel's chest, "What were you doing?" The mask covers her face, & a murky black shadow is inside the eye holes making sure the face is concealed.
"Nothing! I was just trying to make a stat block based off the idea of a Reaper. And a magic item based on your Scythe." She cautiously reaches a hand behind her back.
*added the link to an edit but you didn't Quote it after so here again*
She grabs her wrist of the hand behind back, "I can see your movements & what in the fugue plane are you on about?" She says, still holding her scythe to Hazel.
*I got the link, thanks!*
"Here, look." She awkwardly flicks the paper she had behind her back onto the ground, and the edges begin to curl up, almost like the legs of a spider...
"What? But what did you mean by 'stat block of a Reaper' & magic item based on my scythe, I just woke up so sorry if it makes sense & I'm just tired." She stares at the paper but still keeps watch of Hazel, letting letting go of her hand & holding the scythe with both again, it noticibly looser against Hazel. *np!*
Finch gives him a small smile and lightly jumps from the rafters. "Thank you."
"No problem kid, now give me one second." He takes a moment to wrap his tail around a rafter & lower himself back to the ground slowly.
Finch takes a seat at the bar and looks up.
"Alright race & age?" He slithers up to the bar.
"Human and twenty-three." Deception 19
He narrows his eyes
Insight: 23
"Alright what the hell was that? Why are you saying you're an age that doesn't allow you to drink alcohol, tell me the truth."
*Finch was lying about his race.*
Finch stutters. "I, I..."
"Kid relax, what are you? You ain't human, I could hear the quivering in your voice when you said you were." He doesn't seem upset, just wanting to know the truth.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
V smiled. "Tea sounds good, though now I owe you some details." She then looked at Elendon. "I'm Vyveweamb, you can call me V if that's too complicated."
"Yezzzzzzzzzzzz" Lore said in a tiny evil voice accompanied with a tiny evil cackle.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Elendon sees V and Lore flying around out over the field from his spot on the roof. His wings are fully visible to everyone for the first time, and he smiles at their antics. Suddenly, he takes off and starts speeding towards them.
*80 ft flight speed for him*
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
V smiled. "Tea sounds good, though now I owe you some details." She then looked at Elendon. "I'm Vyveweamb, you can call me V if that's too complicated."
"Yezzzzzzzzzzzz" Lore said in a tiny evil voice accompanied with a tiny evil cackle.
"C'mere, I'l whisper it to you." V leaned in and whispered into Lore's ear. *I'll PM it >;)*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Mali is sitting outside, trying to take deep breaths.
Shardia is opening a small cloth bag with holes inside
E is around
The Reaper is in their room, sleeping, the door forgotten to be shut properly.
Arrow is practicing aerial archery outside on the targets.
Hazel sits outside the room and pulls out a new sheet of paper, occasionally glancing up at the Reaper as she writes stuff down.
She's not wearing her cloak & mask, so her face isn't hidden, showing the fact that she's a high elf with long brown hair, resting peacefully in her trance.
*Ah, sorry.*
Hazel continues to write and draw, and anyone nearby can see she's making a statblock...
*nah its fine*
She shifts in her bed, but not awake yet.
On a separate piece of paper, Hazel begins writing a draft of a Scythe.
Hers is propped up against the night stand on the other side of her bed, the top can be seen but Hazel would need to go inside the room to get a full look.
Hazel pulls out a little scrap of paper and crumples it, throwing it to the ground inside the room, where it transforms into a mouse. It scuttles up to get a closer look, allowing Hazel to see through its eyes.
She shifts at the sound of paper crumpling, but still just barely in the trance. The Scythe itself looks like it's made of some black twisted wood, with the base tilting back at the top to have the blade angled up some, while the bottom half of it curves back for better hold & use. The blade itself looks to be made of some kind of unnaturally dull silver, with a metal band holding it to the base & holding a smaller blade that looks like a continuation of the bigger one. If there's any way to feel anything about it, it has a surrounding aura of death & necrotic magic. *love how I have this much description for a singular Scythe*
The mouse disappears with a faint pop as Hazel notes this all down on another piece of paper.
The pop is all it takes for her to wake up, "Alright what's going on?" She still seems tired. *also need her character sheet? here*
"Oh uhuh," She snatches up her mask & scythe, teleporting in front of her, blade to Hazel's chest, "What were you doing?" The mask covers her face, & a murky black shadow is inside the eye holes making sure the face is concealed.
"Nothing! I was just trying to make a stat block based off the idea of a Reaper. And a magic item based on your Scythe." She cautiously reaches a hand behind her back.
*added the link to an edit but you didn't Quote it after so here again*
She grabs her wrist of the hand behind back, "I can see your movements & what in the fugue plane are you on about?" She says, still holding her scythe to Hazel.
*I got the link, thanks!*
"Here, look." She awkwardly flicks the paper she had behind her back onto the ground, and the edges begin to curl up, almost like the legs of a spider...
"What? But what did you mean by 'stat block of a Reaper' & magic item based on my scythe, I just woke up so sorry if it makes sense & I'm just tired." She stares at the paper but still keeps watch of Hazel, letting letting go of her hand & holding the scythe with both again, it noticibly looser against Hazel. *np!*
The paper suddenly crackles and turns into a big, fat spider which crawls closer, poison dripping from its fangs... only to disappear when Hazel's arm is freed. "Sorry. Essentially, I'm writing down what I think your statistics would be, and then I can destroy the paper in some way in the future, calling the Possibility that I created back when I made the stat block to my side."
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She rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Really? I haven't noticed."
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.
*added the link to an edit but you didn't Quote it after so here again*
She grabs her wrist of the hand behind back, "I can see your movements & what in the fugue plane are you on about?" She says, still holding her scythe to Hazel.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Lore raises an eyebrow "and who is this person?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Finch was lying about his race.*
Finch stutters. "I, I..."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
She smiles and hugs her "I did miss you" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He reappears momentarily, far deeper in the woods, grinning. (You don't know me yet. I'm one of the most determined people you'll meet. How else do you think I was able to take down most of the Demon Lords?) He says with a chuckle before turning invisible again with a step to the side.
V hugs her back. "I missed you, too."
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.
He's obviously a celestial, with glowing angelic wings, and a faint holy aura around him. Elendon chuckles. "Elendon Starguide is the name." He says with a smile.
*I got the link, thanks!*
"Here, look." She awkwardly flicks the paper she had behind her back onto the ground, and the edges begin to curl up, almost like the legs of a spider...
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.
"Kid relax, what are you? You ain't human, I could hear the quivering in your voice when you said you were." He doesn't seem upset, just wanting to know the truth.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She smiles and walks into the forest where he was. She seems to pull something out of her bag, a small monocle with a clear glass-like stone in it (Gem of Seeing). "You won't hide from me when i have this"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Would you like tea? ill buy considering you got caught" she said with a teasing smile.
Lore looks over at him and raises both her eyebrows "Long name" she said before bowing "I am Lore Azain"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Good morning everyone*
Malte is up on the roof, chilling.
Fin is snacking on what appears to be a bundle of weeds.
*Idk, I wanna bring someone back, I just can't decide who... anyone have any ideas?*
Steve is biding his time
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"
V smiled. "Tea sounds good, though now I owe you some details." She then looked at Elendon. "I'm Vyveweamb, you can call me V if that's too complicated."
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.
"What? But what did you mean by 'stat block of a Reaper' & magic item based on my scythe, I just woke up so sorry if it makes sense & I'm just tired." She stares at the paper but still keeps watch of Hazel, letting letting go of her hand & holding the scythe with both again, it noticibly looser against Hazel. *np!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Finche's hand shakes a little.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Good morning my friendo*
Lawrence wants to make a dwarf character but is trippin a bit on how to.
Lore is outside with Elendon and V.
Yuri is napping in rabbit form on the roof of the tavern.
Sinclair is walking through the forest, hunting down Yazrin but also enjoying nature.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yezzzzzzzzzzzz" Lore said in a tiny evil voice accompanied with a tiny evil cackle.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"C'mere, I'l whisper it to you." V leaned in and whispered into Lore's ear. *I'll PM it >;)*
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.
The paper suddenly crackles and turns into a big, fat spider which crawls closer, poison dripping from its fangs... only to disappear when Hazel's arm is freed. "Sorry. Essentially, I'm writing down what I think your statistics would be, and then I can destroy the paper in some way in the future, calling the Possibility that I created back when I made the stat block to my side."
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.