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.
Fuschia is listening to the voice outside from a window.
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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."
"Indeed." He says, sitting down. "How goes it?"
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"I'm talking to whatever's sending this feeling to me, if it's a something doing it."
"I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about!"
"Neither do I."
"What?"
She justs gives a small sigh & puts the scythe over her shoulder, still holding it, "I'm done asking you questions now."
"OK? I-" Her voice cuts out for a moment. "Listen to me. We're all being controlled. We need to-" She slumps to the ground.
"What?" She turns around & looks over at her, knowing she's not dead as she felt no death.
She's unconscious. *4th wall shenanigans! Woo!*
She puts down her Scythe for a second & puts Hazel over her shoulder, *how big is she?* & grabs her scythe again, hopping off the roof & taking her inside.
Typical human size.
*She's got her then* She lays her on the couch in front of the fire place, as she doesn't know if she has a room, & checks for any wounds, damages, or remincing magic.
*so I guess medicine & arcana? M: 17 A: 9 *
She's unconscious, but otherwise fine.
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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?)
(I left the palace to escape the drama of the nobility. I was always the most laid-back of my siblings, and honestly wanted some adventure. I'm still the Crown Prince, but... Aside from my parents, everyone considers me a sort of outcast.) He chuckles slightly. (They'll most likely have to get over that, as I haven't abdicated my right to the throne yet.)
Fuschia is listening to the voice outside from a window.
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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."
"Indeed." He says, sitting down. "How goes it?"
"Fine I guess, before we talk I just want to get this out of the way, if you see a guy about six foot, with white wings stained with blood, don't just go talking to him, he's guilty about... killing you. So let me talk to him first please?"
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.
I love you, dear,
Soldaer.)
She picks up the mirror, looking into it for a moment, "Oh dear...."
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."
"Indeed." He says, sitting down. "How goes it?"
"Fine I guess, before we talk I just want to get this out of the way, if you see a guy about six foot, with white wings stained with blood, don't just go talking to him, he's guilty about... killing you. So let me talk to him first please?"
"Mmm... I see. Why did he kill me?"
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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?)
(I left the palace to escape the drama of the nobility. I was always the most laid-back of my siblings, and honestly wanted some adventure. I'm still the Crown Prince, but... Aside from my parents, everyone considers me a sort of outcast.) He chuckles slightly. (They'll most likely have to get over that, as I haven't abdicated my right to the throne yet.)
(I see... Outcasts always have the most fun, though) she smiles (How deep in the palace grounds will we be?)
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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.
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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.
"Indeed." He says, sitting down. "How goes it?"
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*I may be slightly bored with life rn*
Sinclair was downstairs, in a poker game with some fiends. Two of them were in a human guise while one was in a normal form.
Lore was being herself.
Yuri was growing plants outside, giving them a chance to soak up the rain.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hmph."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Gwen sending to Soldaer: Um... Question: When are we having the dinner? I forgot to ask
*Want to continue Raphael and Phantom?*
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Gwen watches with curiousity
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She's unconscious, but otherwise fine.
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.
Nerima patted his head, getting off.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Yuri waves "hello!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hi... Um... I'm Gwen. What's your name? I don't think I ever got around to asking it."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(I left the palace to escape the drama of the nobility. I was always the most laid-back of my siblings, and honestly wanted some adventure. I'm still the Crown Prince, but... Aside from my parents, everyone considers me a sort of outcast.) He chuckles slightly. (They'll most likely have to get over that, as I haven't abdicated my right to the throne yet.)
"Fine I guess, before we talk I just want to get this out of the way, if you see a guy about six foot, with white wings stained with blood, don't just go talking to him, he's guilty about... killing you. So let me talk to him first please?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Im Yuri" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She picks up the mirror, looking into it for a moment, "Oh dear...."
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
"Mmm... I see. Why did he kill me?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Nice to meet you. Are you a gardener?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
(I see... Outcasts always have the most fun, though) she smiles (How deep in the palace grounds will we be?)
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)
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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.