A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
*Sorry, I was thinking like a ghost.*
Barachiel looks distasteful. "I have some tea."
Oh, alright. The coffee disappears as though it was never there.
Barachiel pokes the place where the coffee was. "Amazing."
I know, right? I can manipulate reality. It's pretty cool.
"Can you stop the rain?"
Yeah, but why would I do that? Actually, now that I think of it, the rain is being caused by a powerful living creature, right? So I could only stop a small portion. Like an umbrella. Or else the creature might manage to overwhelm my psychic defenses... or at least hold them back temporarily. So I could do a small area, but not the whole storm.
"Huh. How long do you think until the rain stops?"
"Probably when the creature leaves." All of a sudden, Psyche is sitting across the table from him, elbows on the table. *Truesight makes her less indistinct, but it's more an effect of etching her image into his eyes temporarily.*
Barachiel blinks like he was looking into the sun and is trying to get the spots out. "Jeez. You think it's a elder elemental?"
"I don't know. Some crab thing. Wait... should I try and get into its mind? That would be brilliant!" She seems excited.
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Yuri is outside on the roof, enjoying the rain. She wears a beautfuil white tunic-gown with a silver clasp that looks like twisting vines. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver vines that are as thin as paper. Her beautfuil auburn hair is tied in a loose bun with silver rings holding together some of her hair in tiny braids.
Stroth was outside. He was in the middle of a battle against a Manticore for is spines he needed for an experiment. His left arm was wrapped in thick bandages to staunch the bleeding from the broken off quills that were now inside the flesh of his upper arm. He gripped his sword with his non-paralyzed.
Lore was with V.
Zylna comes up next to him and throws a dagger at the Manticore.
30 to hit, 7 damage
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Bluephoneix, is the psycopomp still here? Raphael might want to talk to them*
*Yeah Thaemrys is still here*
Thaemrys is on the roof, staring out at the distance, but thinking about something this time, with her scythe on her back like it's in an invisible sheeth.
Yuri is outside on the roof, enjoying the rain. She wears a beautfuil white tunic-gown with a silver clasp that looks like twisting vines. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver vines that are as thin as paper. Her beautfuil auburn hair is tied in a loose bun with silver rings holding together some of her hair in tiny braids.
Stroth was outside. He was in the middle of a battle against a Manticore for is spines he needed for an experiment. His left arm was wrapped in thick bandages to staunch the bleeding from the broken off quills that were now inside the flesh of his upper arm. He gripped his sword with his non-paralyzed.
Lore was with V.
Raphael flies over, worried. "Do you need healing?"
"ill be fine" he said and shook his arm, chuckling "ive dealt with worse beasties"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
V patted her back. "Oh, come on! You don't have to be so embarrassed."
"Yes i doooooo"
"Why, though?" V sat down.
"Because" she said, clearly embarrassed.
"Aww, come on, what is it?"
"embarrassment" she said
"Come ooooooon, tell me."
"embarrassment"
V chuckled. "Would you like to whisper it?"
"Its mostly embarrassment but also the idea that i serve genesis and im not exactly supposed to be in love. Knowledge to to be held higher then anything else"
"Think of it like this, if it helps: Love gives you more knowledge than if you weren't in love."
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
"So what is there to worry about?"
"Nothing i suppose" she said
"Good!" V picked Lore up into a standing position. "Let's get inside now, we're getting soaked because I forgot to use my wing."
"Im fine, remember i sued to live in the artic" she said with a chuckle
"Eh, still, I didn't." V dragged Lore inside.
Lore lets her, getting dragged all the way in,
"Alright, I'm going to get changed before I catch a cold, alright? Be right back!" V waved and walked off to presumably her room.
Lore sits on the couch and begins to nod off, falling asleep.
After a while, V comes back in comfy-looking clothes, then sits down next to Lore. "Hey, you falling asleep?"
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*Bluephoneix, is the psycopomp still here? Raphael might want to talk to them*
*Yeah Thaemrys is still here*
Thaemrys is on the roof, staring out at the distance, but thinking about something this time, with her scythe on her back like it's in an invisible sheeth.
Raphael musters up the will and walks over. "Hello, um... are you a servant of the Fugue plane?"
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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
Noctus walks up. "Hi! Do you want to do something, friend?"
"Sure! Want do you want to do?" Raphael says, shifting to a lizard form
"Whatever you want! We could play a prank on Lumen and her friend. They chased me out of the library in daddy's lair."
"Why did they do that?"
"I don't know. Lumen can be mean sometimes."
"Sounds like it, but revenge is not a good emotion to have... Sorry if I am boring some times..." They think for a while, "Want to show me your hoard?"
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Yuri is outside on the roof, enjoying the rain. She wears a beautfuil white tunic-gown with a silver clasp that looks like twisting vines. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver vines that are as thin as paper. Her beautfuil auburn hair is tied in a loose bun with silver rings holding together some of her hair in tiny braids.
Stroth was outside. He was in the middle of a battle against a Manticore for is spines he needed for an experiment. His left arm was wrapped in thick bandages to staunch the bleeding from the broken off quills that were now inside the flesh of his upper arm. He gripped his sword with his non-paralyzed.
A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
*Sorry, I was thinking like a ghost.*
Barachiel looks distasteful. "I have some tea."
Oh, alright. The coffee disappears as though it was never there.
Barachiel pokes the place where the coffee was. "Amazing."
I know, right? I can manipulate reality. It's pretty cool.
"Can you stop the rain?"
Yeah, but why would I do that? Actually, now that I think of it, the rain is being caused by a powerful living creature, right? So I could only stop a small portion. Like an umbrella. Or else the creature might manage to overwhelm my psychic defenses... or at least hold them back temporarily. So I could do a small area, but not the whole storm.
"Huh. How long do you think until the rain stops?"
"Probably when the creature leaves." All of a sudden, Psyche is sitting across the table from him, elbows on the table. *Truesight makes her less indistinct, but it's more an effect of etching her image into his eyes temporarily.*
Barachiel blinks like he was looking into the sun and is trying to get the spots out. "Jeez. You think it's a elder elemental?"
"I don't know. Some crab thing. Wait... should I try and get into its mind? That would be brilliant!" She seems excited.
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 outside on the roof, enjoying the rain. She wears a beautfuil white tunic-gown with a silver clasp that looks like twisting vines. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver vines that are as thin as paper. Her beautfuil auburn hair is tied in a loose bun with silver rings holding together some of her hair in tiny braids.
Stroth was outside. He was in the middle of a battle against a Manticore for is spines he needed for an experiment. His left arm was wrapped in thick bandages to staunch the bleeding from the broken off quills that were now inside the flesh of his upper arm. He gripped his sword with his non-paralyzed.
Lore was with V.
Raphael flies over, worried. "Do you need healing?"
"ill be fine" he said and shook his arm, chuckling "ive dealt with worse beasties"
"Do you want healing?" They say, correcting themselves
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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
Yuri is outside on the roof, enjoying the rain. She wears a beautfuil white tunic-gown with a silver clasp that looks like twisting vines. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver vines that are as thin as paper. Her beautfuil auburn hair is tied in a loose bun with silver rings holding together some of her hair in tiny braids.
Stroth was outside. He was in the middle of a battle against a Manticore for is spines he needed for an experiment. His left arm was wrapped in thick bandages to staunch the bleeding from the broken off quills that were now inside the flesh of his upper arm. He gripped his sword with his non-paralyzed.
Lore was with V.
Zylna comes up next to him and throws a dagger at the Manticore.
13 to hit, 6 damage
The dagger misses and flies right past the Manticore who snarls. Stroth watches this and narrows his eyes "Stay put at the tavern! i don't want you hurt!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
V patted her back. "Oh, come on! You don't have to be so embarrassed."
"Yes i doooooo"
"Why, though?" V sat down.
"Because" she said, clearly embarrassed.
"Aww, come on, what is it?"
"embarrassment" she said
"Come ooooooon, tell me."
"embarrassment"
V chuckled. "Would you like to whisper it?"
"Its mostly embarrassment but also the idea that i serve genesis and im not exactly supposed to be in love. Knowledge to to be held higher then anything else"
"Think of it like this, if it helps: Love gives you more knowledge than if you weren't in love."
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
"So what is there to worry about?"
"Nothing i suppose" she said
"Good!" V picked Lore up into a standing position. "Let's get inside now, we're getting soaked because I forgot to use my wing."
"Im fine, remember i sued to live in the artic" she said with a chuckle
"Eh, still, I didn't." V dragged Lore inside.
Lore lets her, getting dragged all the way in,
"Alright, I'm going to get changed before I catch a cold, alright? Be right back!" V waved and walked off to presumably her room.
Lore sits on the couch and begins to nod off, falling asleep.
After a while, V comes back in comfy-looking clothes, then sits down next to Lore. "Hey, you falling asleep?"
She nods a bit.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Yuri is outside on the roof, enjoying the rain. She wears a beautfuil white tunic-gown with a silver clasp that looks like twisting vines. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver vines that are as thin as paper. Her beautfuil auburn hair is tied in a loose bun with silver rings holding together some of her hair in tiny braids.
Stroth was outside. He was in the middle of a battle against a Manticore for is spines he needed for an experiment. His left arm was wrapped in thick bandages to staunch the bleeding from the broken off quills that were now inside the flesh of his upper arm. He gripped his sword with his non-paralyzed.
Lore was with V.
Zylna comes up next to him and throws a dagger at the Manticore.
13 to hit, 6 damage
The dagger misses and flies right past the Manticore who snarls. Stroth watches this and narrows his eyes "Stay put at the tavern! i don't want you hurt!"
She pointed at his arm. "Then don't get into a situation like this!" She drew her other dagger and got into a defensive stance.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Yuri is outside on the roof, enjoying the rain. She wears a beautfuil white tunic-gown with a silver clasp that looks like twisting vines. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver vines that are as thin as paper. Her beautfuil auburn hair is tied in a loose bun with silver rings holding together some of her hair in tiny braids.
Stroth was outside. He was in the middle of a battle against a Manticore for is spines he needed for an experiment. His left arm was wrapped in thick bandages to staunch the bleeding from the broken off quills that were now inside the flesh of his upper arm. He gripped his sword with his non-paralyzed.
Lore was with V.
*about how far from the tavern?*
*Outside of the barrier*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Bluephoneix, is the psycopomp still here? Raphael might want to talk to them*
*Yeah Thaemrys is still here*
Thaemrys is on the roof, staring out at the distance, but thinking about something this time, with her scythe on her back like it's in an invisible sheeth.
Raphael musters up the will and walks over. "Hello, um... are you a servant of the Fugue plane?"
"In a sense, yes, but more of a servant of Kelemvor." They stand still as a statue like they normally do, unaffected by the rain & the cloak flowing in the winds.
Yuri is outside on the roof, enjoying the rain. She wears a beautfuil white tunic-gown with a silver clasp that looks like twisting vines. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver vines that are as thin as paper. Her beautfuil auburn hair is tied in a loose bun with silver rings holding together some of her hair in tiny braids.
Stroth was outside. He was in the middle of a battle against a Manticore for is spines he needed for an experiment. His left arm was wrapped in thick bandages to staunch the bleeding from the broken off quills that were now inside the flesh of his upper arm. He gripped his sword with his non-paralyzed.
Lore was with V.
Raphael flies over, worried. "Do you need healing?"
"ill be fine" he said and shook his arm, chuckling "ive dealt with worse beasties"
"Do you want healing?" They say, correcting themselves
"Like i said my fellow, ill be fine. though im sure Zylna will slap me until i do take healing"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"I don't know. Some crab thing. Wait... should I try and get into its mind? That would be brilliant!" She seems excited.
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.
Zylna comes up next to him and throws a dagger at the Manticore.
30 to hit, 7 damage
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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.
*Yeah Thaemrys is still here*
Thaemrys is on the roof, staring out at the distance, but thinking about something this time, with her scythe on her back like it's in an invisible sheeth.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"ill be fine" he said and shook his arm, chuckling "ive dealt with worse beasties"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I don't know. Lumen can be mean sometimes."
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.
After a while, V comes back in comfy-looking clothes, then sits down next to Lore. "Hey, you falling asleep?"
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.
*Gtg get ready for school. I'll respond when I'm back.*
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.
Raphael musters up the will and walks over. "Hello, um... are you a servant of the Fugue plane?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She waved back, then felt her back. 'My back?"
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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.
"Sounds like it, but revenge is not a good emotion to have... Sorry if I am boring some times..." They think for a while, "Want to show me your hoard?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*about how far from the tavern?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Go ahead, but don't hurt yourself."
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.
"Do you want healing?" They say, correcting themselves
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The dagger misses and flies right past the Manticore who snarls. Stroth watches this and narrows his eyes "Stay put at the tavern! i don't want you hurt!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You are back in the tavern is what I meant." They say, correcting themselves
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She nods a bit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She pointed at his arm. "Then don't get into a situation like this!" She drew her other dagger and got into a defensive stance.
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.
*Outside of the barrier*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"In a sense, yes, but more of a servant of Kelemvor." They stand still as a statue like they normally do, unaffected by the rain & the cloak flowing in the winds.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Like i said my fellow, ill be fine. though im sure Zylna will slap me until i do take healing"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]