As the wind picks up and the rain falls more. Someone opens the door to the tavern. They look like they have been through hell and back and the thing is, they have. They have pale green skin, like the color of mint, pale blue eyes that look distant and cold, pure white hair that curls slightly in their eyes, and two sets of horns, one pointed while the other curled like a ram's. Their skin was stained with thick mud that was black almost, and blood, such blood blue. Their hands held on to the door for a minute before they pushed themself off and trudged in.
He wore a black tank-top that was stained with dark blue blood and were rather distressed, with holes and scraps missing, baggy black pants that were covered in black mud. His feet were cut up and caked in mud.
Finch scrambles off the rafters and walks over. "Do you need anything? Are you alright?"
He seems to breath in heavily, in and out. "Its been so long since ive had air in my lungs"
"It's really pouring out there, huh?" Finch fumbles a healing potion out of his purse and hands it to the newcomer.
The man looks at it and hands it back. "ill survive"
Finch holds the potion, unsure of what to do. "I insist."
"I said i'll be fine" he hissed. His blue eyes seem to flare with a black fire.
"Okay, okay. Do you need food?"
"yes." he said and winced "Ale, alrge"
Finch leads him to the bar and orders him a drink. "What brings you to the tavern?"
"Nothing" he said and coughed violently for a minute
"You sure you don't need the potion? You can't die here, but it might save you a great deal of pain."
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.
Phantom is on the grass outside the Tavern, watching the moon and stars, tears falling from his eyes occasionally.
[Open Slot]
Raphael looks around for Elendon
Elendon is on the roof, watching over a mourning Phantom from a distance.
Raphael follows their gaze. To Elendon: I will comfort the dragon, and then I... have a favor to ask you
He lost his wife, Raphael...Even my considerable powers weren't enough resurrect her for long...
That... isn't my favor I want to ask. Well, I want a spell to cast, and I also would like to talk about free will. As for the dragon, understood but I am not planning on bringing them back
Elendon chuckles. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't bring his wife back, Raphael. As for the rest...We will see.
Well... I was told that resurrection was the decision of the gods, not angels like me. That and once a soul passes to the afterlife and become a petitioner, coming back upsets the natural flow of souls
That's not always true, but it is sometimes...Not in Caelum's case.
Got it. I understand that the answers are't open to me... Anyway I guess I am going to comfort the dragon Raphael says, worried
Elendon nods. Good luck. I fought alongside him in the Creation War, when his father died. That nearly broke him; I can only imagine the pain he's feeling...He's really the only friend I have left on the Material Plane..
Raphael is now burdened with self-placed responsibility. I will do my best... sorry if I fail. I'm... not the best angel out there and I am sorry if I am not able to help your friend
Elendon lays a hand on Raphael's shoulder. Don't beat yourself up if you can't help him. He needs time as much as anything.
Thanks. I just... I am worried that I will slide down to fall if I don't try and push myself to help and be good. Raphael says, freezing up upon being touched. And... I will follow the order
Elendon closes his eyes. You're so much like his wife when they first met, Raphael. He chuckles. She always tried to be subservient to him, because he was more than twice her age. He wanted a partner, a friend, and she kept seeing him as an authority figure. Please, that was advice, not an order, Raphael. As for being scared that you will fall, you won't. You choose free will. That is pretty much the one thing I asked.
I'm... I'm... I need to talk to you about this, but I will do so later. Right now, I need to help. They say, about to move away from Elendon's touch, but feeling peace at the God's touch
Elendon nods, oddly worried. Then go, Raphael. Do what you need to do.
They nod, worried that Elendon is worried. They take the from of a cute puppy and walk over to Phantom.
Need something to snuggle?
Phantom looks over at Raphael, and chuckles slightly, a tear falling and splashing him. I know exactly what you are, Deva, but I appreciate the sentiment.
I know, but... I want to help. How about a bear? That way, I won't be so small compared to you. We could also talk if you want
They try to shake off the salt water
Phantom actually smiles. Talking would be a better option. Even a bear is a little too small. He shifts and extends one of his foreclaws, showing that even an adult brown bear could easily sit inside the palm of his talon. He sets it back down, and Raphael notices a band of tight, interlocking silver scales on one of his claws, the same one that would correspond to his ring finger in humanoid form.
Raphael thinks for a while. Maybe a dinosaur... But talking is good. Mind if I take a humanoid form? Oh, and... um... so... what is the problem, if you are open to sharing
Phantom chuckles. "Go ahead. I don't honestly care what form you take." He sighs, and turns back to the sky, watching the moon and stars. "As for what's wrong...My wife died...on the day of our wedding. We were just officially married, having finished our vows, when a fallen deity came. He...he killed her." He looks back down at his talons. "The only other being I truly loved, I truly shared all of myself with...taken from me...on what was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives." Another tear falls. "She loved the night sky too. Said I reminded her of it. This...This is the kind of night she would've loved." He voice started to crack with that last sentence.
Raphael turns into a gnome and try to hug Phantom. "It's alright to be sad. Its alright to face the emotions.... um... sounds like you enjoyed your wedding until the death."
Phantom chuckles slightly. "It's worse, and better than that still. I have two wyrmlings she left...I believe you've already met Noctus, my son. Always the warrior." He chuckles.
"He is. He is fun and I am sure you are raising them well... um... want to continue to talk to me? Sorry if I am interrupting you."
Phantom smiles sadly. "Thank you. I'm doing my best but...It's hard." He looks over at Raphael. "And no, you weren't really interrupting me. I was just contemplating things, and desperately missing Caelum."
"Look," They say, trying to climb onto the dragon's head, "the most important thing is to understand that this is difficult and hard, and time-consuming. This isn't something you should try to rush... Have you heard of the five stages of grief?"
Phantom chuckles. "Of course. I'm almost 3500 years old. I've worked through them before, when my father died in the Creation War."
"I'm sorry to hear that as well... What stage do you feel you are currently on?"
Phantom chuckles slightly. "Somewhere between 4 and 5, I think."
"I... will not comment on that. Want to confide anything with me? I promise not to share if you don't want to."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Zenix flips off the sky voice, "DOn't mess with my birds, they are of the sky."
"Not of my sky. Of my storm." Thunder booms
*Channels inner team sky*
"I swear to- i don't care anymore." Zenix sighs
By this point, the winds knock most things out of the sky with their intensity. Lightning flashes, and thunder cracks "Ive come in search of 2 things. Send your birds only to give them"
"Oh yeah, and what are ya looking for you hydra reject."
"The daughter of the traitor-king and the manifestor I smell here"
*Btw, anyone can still hear this*
Soldaer's eyes widen. (E... Wanna take that trip to my homeworld...? I think it may be a good idea...)
(... Now is likely a good time, yeah)
(I have a teleportation circle on the platform of the third floor. If you can get here, I'll take us.)
She quickly moves that way "I smell you moving, manifestor... I recommend turning yourself in now"
(What is this thing, E?)
(I have absolutely no clue...)
(Get here ASAP. I don't like the idea of a storm hunting one of my closest friends...)
She arrives a couple minutes later, hurrying upstairs
Soldaer's standing in the middle of a perfect teleportation circle, fully ready in adventuring gear. (I'm leaving the mirror for Nia. Then she can keep in contact, and I can get her over to join us if she wants.) He smiles slightly. (Also, a warning, the one teleportation circle I have memorized in my homeworld is on the palace grounds. Once we're there though, I can get us somewhere else quickly. I know how you usually feel about nobles.)
(.. Thanks. Ill... Try to keep myself from doing anything drastic)
Soldaer nods. (I'm ready when you are, E. I left a note and the mirror on Nia's nightstand, explaining what it is, how to use it, as well as where we went and why.) He smiles, slightly sad, as though he's not entirely looking forward to the prospect of returning home.
(Is... Something wrong? Something upsetting about going back?)
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Fuschia is listening to the voice outside from a window.
<slot open>
Lysander waves at Valian. "Hello... did I know you in a past life?"
He's at a table finishing a cup of coffee, he glances over & look back at his coffee before almost choking on it & looking back over at him, "Wha-how, okay give me minute to process this."
As the wind picks up and the rain falls more. Someone opens the door to the tavern. They look like they have been through hell and back and the thing is, they have. They have pale green skin, like the color of mint, pale blue eyes that look distant and cold, pure white hair that curls slightly in their eyes, and two sets of horns, one pointed while the other curled like a ram's. Their skin was stained with thick mud that was black almost, and blood, such blood blue. Their hands held on to the door for a minute before they pushed themself off and trudged in.
He wore a black tank-top that was stained with dark blue blood and were rather distressed, with holes and scraps missing, baggy black pants that were covered in black mud. His feet were cut up and caked in mud.
Finch scrambles off the rafters and walks over. "Do you need anything? Are you alright?"
He seems to breath in heavily, in and out. "Its been so long since ive had air in my lungs"
"It's really pouring out there, huh?" Finch fumbles a healing potion out of his purse and hands it to the newcomer.
The man looks at it and hands it back. "ill survive"
Finch holds the potion, unsure of what to do. "I insist."
"I said i'll be fine" he hissed. His blue eyes seem to flare with a black fire.
"Okay, okay. Do you need food?"
"yes." he said and winced "Ale, alrge"
Finch leads him to the bar and orders him a drink. "What brings you to the tavern?"
"Nothing" he said and coughed violently for a minute
"You sure you don't need the potion? You can't die here, but it might save you a great deal of pain."
He narrows his eyes, they seem to leak black smoke. "ask me again and you will need one" he threatened
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Fuschia is listening to the voice outside from a window.
<slot open>
Lysander waves at Valian. "Hello... did I know you in a past life?"
He's at a table finishing a cup of coffee, he glances over & look back at his coffee before almost choking on it & looking back over at him, "Wha-how, okay give me minute to process this."
They stand for a minute. "Did I harm you in said past life?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
As the wind picks up and the rain falls more. Someone opens the door to the tavern. They look like they have been through hell and back and the thing is, they have. They have pale green skin, like the color of mint, pale blue eyes that look distant and cold, pure white hair that curls slightly in their eyes, and two sets of horns, one pointed while the other curled like a ram's. Their skin was stained with thick mud that was black almost, and blood, such blood blue. Their hands held on to the door for a minute before they pushed themself off and trudged in.
He wore a black tank-top that was stained with dark blue blood and were rather distressed, with holes and scraps missing, baggy black pants that were covered in black mud. His feet were cut up and caked in mud.
Finch scrambles off the rafters and walks over. "Do you need anything? Are you alright?"
He seems to breath in heavily, in and out. "Its been so long since ive had air in my lungs"
"It's really pouring out there, huh?" Finch fumbles a healing potion out of his purse and hands it to the newcomer.
The man looks at it and hands it back. "ill survive"
Finch holds the potion, unsure of what to do. "I insist."
"I said i'll be fine" he hissed. His blue eyes seem to flare with a black fire.
"Okay, okay. Do you need food?"
"yes." he said and winced "Ale, alrge"
Finch leads him to the bar and orders him a drink. "What brings you to the tavern?"
"Nothing" he said and coughed violently for a minute
"You sure you don't need the potion? You can't die here, but it might save you a great deal of pain."
He narrows his eyes, they seem to leak black smoke. "ask me again and you will need one" he threatened
"Sorry! Have your drink then. This rain isn't natural is it?"
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.
As the wind picks up and the rain falls more. Someone opens the door to the tavern. They look like they have been through hell and back and the thing is, they have. They have pale green skin, like the color of mint, pale blue eyes that look distant and cold, pure white hair that curls slightly in their eyes, and two sets of horns, one pointed while the other curled like a ram's. Their skin was stained with thick mud that was black almost, and blood, such blood blue. Their hands held on to the door for a minute before they pushed themself off and trudged in.
He wore a black tank-top that was stained with dark blue blood and were rather distressed, with holes and scraps missing, baggy black pants that were covered in black mud. His feet were cut up and caked in mud.
Finch scrambles off the rafters and walks over. "Do you need anything? Are you alright?"
He seems to breath in heavily, in and out. "Its been so long since ive had air in my lungs"
"It's really pouring out there, huh?" Finch fumbles a healing potion out of his purse and hands it to the newcomer.
The man looks at it and hands it back. "ill survive"
Finch holds the potion, unsure of what to do. "I insist."
"I said i'll be fine" he hissed. His blue eyes seem to flare with a black fire.
"Okay, okay. Do you need food?"
"yes." he said and winced "Ale, alrge"
Finch leads him to the bar and orders him a drink. "What brings you to the tavern?"
"Nothing" he said and coughed violently for a minute
"You sure you don't need the potion? You can't die here, but it might save you a great deal of pain."
He narrows his eyes, they seem to leak black smoke. "ask me again and you will need one" he threatened
"Sorry! Have your drink then. This rain isn't natural is it?"
"I don't think so" he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A letter on Nia's nightstand is on top of a small handheld mirror.
She picks up the letter, opening it, "Hm?"
It reads, in surprisingly ornate and flowing writing: (Nia... Whatever is in that storm is hunting E. I've taken her to our homeworld to try and keep her safe. Hopefully it won't follow us. The mirror is a scrying device. It will allow you to communicate with E, and by extension, me. If you want to join us, use it, and contact her. She'll let me know, and I'll come get you.
Fuschia is listening to the voice outside from a window.
<slot open>
Lysander waves at Valian. "Hello... did I know you in a past life?"
He's at a table finishing a cup of coffee, he glances over & look back at his coffee before almost choking on it & looking back over at him, "Wha-how, okay give me minute to process this."
They stand for a minute. "Did I harm you in said past life?"
"No, it's just you died, or at least that's what I was told, explains why you said 'in a past life', Um so I guess I need to reintroduce myself. Valian, guess I'm meeting you again Lysander."
"You sure you don't need the potion? You can't die here, but it might save you a great deal of pain."
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.
"I... will not comment on that. Want to confide anything with me? I promise not to share if you don't want to."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*............................. Lawrence powers*
Kelipso rolls his eyes,
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(Is... Something wrong? Something upsetting about going back?)
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*Who is in the main room?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He's at a table finishing a cup of coffee, he glances over & look back at his coffee before almost choking on it & looking back over at him, "Wha-how, okay give me minute to process this."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He narrows his eyes, they seem to leak black smoke. "ask me again and you will need one" he threatened
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*........................................... Then I will put him back with Ghost Powers*
Lysander mimics the motion
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They stand for a minute. "Did I harm you in said past life?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lore/Kelipso are in rotational activity.
Yuri is watching the rainy sky outside.
Sinclair is sitting on the roof.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It is alright," Hunter smiles."I would like to inform you that i have been told to only research you."
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
"V!!!!" she says and rolls off Hunter's lap.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Sorry! Have your drink then. This rain isn't natural is it?"
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.
V chuckled and gave a wink to Lore. "You're welcome."
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.
"I don't think so" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
It reads, in surprisingly ornate and flowing writing: (Nia... Whatever is in that storm is hunting E. I've taken her to our homeworld to try and keep her safe. Hopefully it won't follow us. The mirror is a scrying device. It will allow you to communicate with E, and by extension, me. If you want to join us, use it, and contact her. She'll let me know, and I'll come get you.
I love you, dear,
Soldaer.)
Lore stutters for words to yell at her friend but falls short
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No, it's just you died, or at least that's what I was told, explains why you said 'in a past life', Um so I guess I need to reintroduce myself. Valian, guess I'm meeting you again Lysander."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
V helped Lore up. "I did you a favor, you'll thank me."
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.
"This means i will need to be more thourough in my examinations."
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