"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.
She stands by the fire staring out into nothingness with her scythe on her back again, until something happens with Hazel. *so timewarp until she wakes up or something happens if ur cool with it.*
"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.
She stands by the fire staring out into nothingness with her scythe on her back again, until something happens with Hazel. *so timewarp until she wakes up or something happens if ur cool with it.*
Hazel stretches after a few moments. "Oh hi! How are you? That was a nice nap."
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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?"
"A job, I didn't stop him because you, weren't saying or doing anything against it, so...."
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.
"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.
She stands by the fire staring out into nothingness with her scythe on her back again, until something happens with Hazel. *so timewarp until she wakes up or something happens if ur cool with it.*
Hazel stretches after a few moments. "Oh hi! How are you? That was a nice nap."
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...."
*Yeah...Nia will realize how much Soldaer cares for E with that, as well as how scared he must be for her wellbeing. He left the palace for good reasons, and the only teleportation circle he'd know is the one on the palace grounds.*
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?"
"A job, I didn't stop him because you, weren't saying or doing anything against it, so...."
"Mmm... Curious."
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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
"Where do you hail from?"
"Im..... not sure" he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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.
She stands by the fire staring out into nothingness with her scythe on her back again, until something happens with Hazel. *so timewarp until she wakes up or something happens if ur cool with it.*
Hazel stretches after a few moments. "Oh hi! How are you? That was a nice nap."
She stays silent & still.
"Um... are you OK?"
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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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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...."
*Yeah...Nia will realize how much Soldaer cares for E with that, as well as how scared he must be for her wellbeing. He left the palace for good reasons, and the only teleportation circle he'd know is the one on the palace grounds.*
*Btw, the mirror is mostly some sort of metal with ornate patterns, and the reflective part being a silver color
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"No." she said with a sly smile.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She stands by the fire staring out into nothingness with her scythe on her back again, until something happens with Hazel. *so timewarp until she wakes up or something happens if ur cool with it.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Could you teach me?"
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.
Lore narrows her eyes "what do you mean by that"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Mmm... Druid like Soldaer?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Hazel stretches after a few moments. "Oh hi! How are you? That was a nice nap."
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.
Hunter proceeds to describe what he will do in vivid scientific detail (And i shall not do that, because PG)
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
"A job, I didn't stop him because you, weren't saying or doing anything against it, so...."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I just hang on."
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.
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 stays silent & still.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The entire time, V is snickering more than a Snicker bar can be a Snicker.
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.
*Yeah...Nia will realize how much Soldaer cares for E with that, as well as how scared he must be for her wellbeing. He left the palace for good reasons, and the only teleportation circle he'd know is the one on the palace grounds.*
"......a little but never compare me to that man. bleh"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Mmm... Curious."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lore backs up from Hunter.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Im..... not sure" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Um... are you OK?"
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.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Btw, the mirror is mostly some sort of metal with ornate patterns, and the reflective part being a silver color
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)