She nods a bit "I do love him but i also know this love won't work out"
He dips inside the ruins and smiles, a ball of light appearing in his hands.
"Aw, don't be a negative Nancy. Have some hope!"
She follows behind, going into assassin mode.
"ill be negative all i want" she says with a chuckle.
Stroth pulls out his sword and hides against a wall, scoping around.
V knocked on Lore's head. "Then I'll just beat it out of that thick head of yours."
*-Raiders of the Lost Ark theme starts playing-*
Zylna slips by him and scuttles through the shadows, also scoping around.
Stealth: 37
Perception: 32
"Thats mean" she said with a small chuckle
She see's a chest of some sort of the ground.
"I'm not having a depressed friend!" V smiled.
She stares at it and tosses a pebble at it from a safe distance.
"Let me cry!!!!" she joked and laughed, flopping to her side.
It doesn't seem to move a bit but something upstairs does
"No, I shall make you happy as long as I'm around, Miss Thick!" V poked Lore's thighs with each syllable.
She tossed a heavier rock at it.
*These two are both chaotic lol*
Lore chuckles again and smiles "thank you for being my friend"
Still did nothing but something upstairs groaned s if it was being awakened. Stroth seems to grit his teeth "Best not to continue that"
*Just two sets of friendships having fun.*
"No probs." V smiled back.
She smiled at him. "Why not?"
Lore smiles and lays her head on her pillow, falling asleep.
"Something is upstairs" he said, pointing upwards.
V sits back and drinks the rest of her coffee, relaxing.
"I'm not deaf. Let's go see what is is!" She grins, getting excited.
Lore smiles in her sleep.
Stroth sighs and nods, following her.
V hums to herself Run Devil Run.
She stalks up the stairs, not making a single sound, and peeks into the room upstairs.
lore wakes back up and sits up "sorry did i doze off?"
Storth is less stealthy but does pretty good.
"Yeah. You know, you need to actually get back to sleeping normally."
Perception: 23
"i cant die of exhaustion but im fine" she said
She see's a shadow walking around upstairs, seemingly to pile things into random piles obessivly.
"I don't care if you can't die from exhaustion, it's still not good to constantly be exhausted." She poked Lore's forehead. "You better start getting some sleep, Miss Thick."
She reaches down and tosses a pebble into a corner where she could see it, but she can still remain hidden from it.
*Ooh, I read some more feature's on Zylna's character sheet, and man, SO MUCH DAMAGE can be done on a successful sneak attack. Plus, if she hits something surprised, the damage already done is DOUBLED. Rogue assassins are scary, man.*
*Yeah that's kinda the point, they ingratiate themselves into a given situation and then deal a truckload of damage very quickly once combat initiates in said situation.*
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
The bird scoots back and chirps.
he chuckles and pulls out a pad of paper and wooden box of paints. he seems to paint something then place his hand on the paper and pull it out
The bird hops over and looks at the drawing.
Its a picture of diced apples on a plate. he pulls it put and sets it in front of his snake who eats them.
The bird pecks at the apples, ignoring the snake for now.
Th man watches and chuckles
The bird hops onto a chair. Bones forcefully elongate and stretch until a blond human sits next to the man. "Oww..."
The man chuckles silently to himself. The snake seems to disappear somewhere.
"What's so funny?"
He points to you and chuckles again. he seems to have no voice.
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.
A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
"Oh, boo hoo, cry about it over a drink while you're here." Wolfe sipped her coffee.
"Ya know I just might." He inclines his head, sniffing about with his sharp nose and tapping around, trying to find the bar. "Where's the beer?"
She sighed a got up. "C'mon, it's this way." She grabbed his arm and led him over to the bar.
"Eh thanks, toots, hard for a guy like me ta get around new places." after he has a sip of beer in him, he asks her, "Did you know a Krathian Hedara?"
She snapped her head at him. "Yeah, I know him." She narrowed her eyes, the look just feeling sharp. "What happened?"
"Eh nothin', nothin'," He says, waving his hand in a pacifying manner, "Yet. 'E's on vacation. I'm here fillin' space for him."
She instantly relaxed. "Oh, I was half expecting something bad... again." She got herself a drink. "I'm Wolfe."
He taps his forehead with his cane in a mock salute, "Mahtty Bahgdahnavich, at ye soyvice." (Marty Bogdonovich.)
"So, Matty, how do you know Krathian?" *She wouldn't know it's actually Marty, XD.*
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She nods a bit "I do love him but i also know this love won't work out"
He dips inside the ruins and smiles, a ball of light appearing in his hands.
"Aw, don't be a negative Nancy. Have some hope!"
She follows behind, going into assassin mode.
"ill be negative all i want" she says with a chuckle.
Stroth pulls out his sword and hides against a wall, scoping around.
V knocked on Lore's head. "Then I'll just beat it out of that thick head of yours."
*-Raiders of the Lost Ark theme starts playing-*
Zylna slips by him and scuttles through the shadows, also scoping around.
Stealth: 37
Perception: 32
"Thats mean" she said with a small chuckle
She see's a chest of some sort of the ground.
"I'm not having a depressed friend!" V smiled.
She stares at it and tosses a pebble at it from a safe distance.
"Let me cry!!!!" she joked and laughed, flopping to her side.
It doesn't seem to move a bit but something upstairs does
"No, I shall make you happy as long as I'm around, Miss Thick!" V poked Lore's thighs with each syllable.
She tossed a heavier rock at it.
*These two are both chaotic lol*
Lore chuckles again and smiles "thank you for being my friend"
Still did nothing but something upstairs groaned s if it was being awakened. Stroth seems to grit his teeth "Best not to continue that"
*Just two sets of friendships having fun.*
"No probs." V smiled back.
She smiled at him. "Why not?"
Lore smiles and lays her head on her pillow, falling asleep.
"Something is upstairs" he said, pointing upwards.
V sits back and drinks the rest of her coffee, relaxing.
"I'm not deaf. Let's go see what is is!" She grins, getting excited.
Lore smiles in her sleep.
Stroth sighs and nods, following her.
V hums to herself Run Devil Run.
She stalks up the stairs, not making a single sound, and peeks into the room upstairs.
lore wakes back up and sits up "sorry did i doze off?"
Storth is less stealthy but does pretty good.
"Yeah. You know, you need to actually get back to sleeping normally."
Perception: 23
"i cant die of exhaustion but im fine" she said
She see's a shadow walking around upstairs, seemingly to pile things into random piles obessivly.
"I don't care if you can't die from exhaustion, it's still not good to constantly be exhausted." She poked Lore's forehead. "You better start getting some sleep, Miss Thick."
She reaches down and tosses a pebble into a corner where she could see it, but she can still remain hidden from it.
*Ooh, I read some more feature's on Zylna's character sheet, and man, SO MUCH DAMAGE can be done on a successful sneak attack. Plus, if she hits something surprised, the damage already done is DOUBLED. Rogue assassins are scary, man.*
Lore chuckles and falls asleep again.
The shadow tilts it head and wanders over to it. Stroth watches and smiles, whispering "good job"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
The bird scoots back and chirps.
he chuckles and pulls out a pad of paper and wooden box of paints. he seems to paint something then place his hand on the paper and pull it out
The bird hops over and looks at the drawing.
Its a picture of diced apples on a plate. he pulls it put and sets it in front of his snake who eats them.
The bird pecks at the apples, ignoring the snake for now.
Th man watches and chuckles
The bird hops onto a chair. Bones forcefully elongate and stretch until a blond human sits next to the man. "Oww..."
The man chuckles silently to himself. The snake seems to disappear somewhere.
"What's so funny?"
He points to you and chuckles again. he seems to have no voice.
"Are you alright?"
He nods and writes on his paper "Im Senzaki"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Pausing Sinclair and Lore to bring in Oscar and Yuri*
Yuri sits on the out skirts of the tavern boundaries. She has built herself a fortress of vines and brambles to block those around her from reaching her.
Oscar sits on the roof, dancing in the rain happily.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Shardia is watching a small blue puppy, which is sniffing at people
A growl almost like thunder is heard in the storm
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
I was just curious why you're here. She casts detect thoughts, just for the surface thoughts.
*Roll a wisdom save* (Im searching for 2 beings. The daughter of a traitor-king, and a manifestor I had smelled here before. Though the scent has faded)
Hmm. Interesting. Then why are you still here if they aren't? And... I might be willing to find them for you, in exchange for some.... things. Save: 33
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A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
"Oh, boo hoo, cry about it over a drink while you're here." Wolfe sipped her coffee.
"Ya know I just might." He inclines his head, sniffing about with his sharp nose and tapping around, trying to find the bar. "Where's the beer?"
She sighed a got up. "C'mon, it's this way." She grabbed his arm and led him over to the bar.
"Eh thanks, toots, hard for a guy like me ta get around new places." after he has a sip of beer in him, he asks her, "Did you know a Krathian Hedara?"
She snapped her head at him. "Yeah, I know him." She narrowed her eyes, the look just feeling sharp. "What happened?"
"Eh nothin', nothin'," He says, waving his hand in a pacifying manner, "Yet. 'E's on vacation. I'm here fillin' space for him."
She instantly relaxed. "Oh, I was half expecting something bad... again." She got herself a drink. "I'm Wolfe."
He taps his forehead with his cane in a mock salute, "Mahtty Bahgdahnavich, at ye soyvice." (Marty Bogdonovich.)
"So, Matty, how do you know Krathian?" *She wouldn't know it's actually Marty, XD.*
*LOL*
"A fellow warlock of Orvar, and a loose acquaintance, he would call it friendship." He knocks his glass against the counter, signalling for another round. "I'm not so hasty."
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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.
Shardia is watching a small blue puppy, which is sniffing at people
A growl almost like thunder is heard in the storm
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
I was just curious why you're here. She casts detect thoughts, just for the surface thoughts.
*Roll a wisdom save* (Im searching for 2 beings. The daughter of a traitor-king, and a manifestor I had smelled here before. Though the scent has faded)
Hmm. Interesting. Then why are you still here if they aren't? And... I might be willing to find them for you, in exchange for some.... things. Save: 33
Success. The spell seems... Blocked (One of them is still here.. I smell the traitor-kings daughter still.)
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A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
The bird scoots back and chirps.
he chuckles and pulls out a pad of paper and wooden box of paints. he seems to paint something then place his hand on the paper and pull it out
The bird hops over and looks at the drawing.
Its a picture of diced apples on a plate. he pulls it put and sets it in front of his snake who eats them.
The bird pecks at the apples, ignoring the snake for now.
Th man watches and chuckles
The bird hops onto a chair. Bones forcefully elongate and stretch until a blond human sits next to the man. "Oww..."
The man chuckles silently to himself. The snake seems to disappear somewhere.
"What's so funny?"
He points to you and chuckles again. he seems to have no voice.
"Are you alright?"
He nods and writes on his paper "Im Senzaki"
The person takes the paper and writes something. "My name is Tristis Finch. Nice to meet you."
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.
Shardia is watching a small blue puppy, which is sniffing at people
A growl almost like thunder is heard in the storm
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
I was just curious why you're here. She casts detect thoughts, just for the surface thoughts.
*Roll a wisdom save* (Im searching for 2 beings. The daughter of a traitor-king, and a manifestor I had smelled here before. Though the scent has faded)
Hmm. Interesting. Then why are you still here if they aren't? And... I might be willing to find them for you, in exchange for some.... things. Save: 33
Success. The spell seems... Blocked (One of them is still here.. I smell the traitor-kings daughter still.)
Hmm. Your mind is strange... unlike many I have encountered in my millennia of life. Like I said, I can get you information on where the other one is if you agree to a teensy ritual.
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Shardia is watching a small blue puppy, which is sniffing at people
A growl almost like thunder is heard in the storm
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
I was just curious why you're here. She casts detect thoughts, just for the surface thoughts.
*Roll a wisdom save* (Im searching for 2 beings. The daughter of a traitor-king, and a manifestor I had smelled here before. Though the scent has faded)
Hmm. Interesting. Then why are you still here if they aren't? And... I might be willing to find them for you, in exchange for some.... things. Save: 33
Success. The spell seems... Blocked (One of them is still here.. I smell the traitor-kings daughter still.)
Hmm. Your mind is strange... unlike many I have encountered in my millennia of life. Like I said, I can get you information on where the other one is if you agree to a teensy ritual.
(A ritual?)
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A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
The bird scoots back and chirps.
he chuckles and pulls out a pad of paper and wooden box of paints. he seems to paint something then place his hand on the paper and pull it out
The bird hops over and looks at the drawing.
Its a picture of diced apples on a plate. he pulls it put and sets it in front of his snake who eats them.
The bird pecks at the apples, ignoring the snake for now.
Th man watches and chuckles
The bird hops onto a chair. Bones forcefully elongate and stretch until a blond human sits next to the man. "Oww..."
The man chuckles silently to himself. The snake seems to disappear somewhere.
"What's so funny?"
He points to you and chuckles again. he seems to have no voice.
"Are you alright?"
He nods and writes on his paper "Im Senzaki"
The person takes the paper and writes something. "My name is Tristis Finch. Nice to meet you."
Senzaki smiles after reading. He writes again "pleasure to meet you, forgive me for writing but i can not speak nor hear"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She nods a bit "I do love him but i also know this love won't work out"
He dips inside the ruins and smiles, a ball of light appearing in his hands.
"Aw, don't be a negative Nancy. Have some hope!"
She follows behind, going into assassin mode.
"ill be negative all i want" she says with a chuckle.
Stroth pulls out his sword and hides against a wall, scoping around.
V knocked on Lore's head. "Then I'll just beat it out of that thick head of yours."
*-Raiders of the Lost Ark theme starts playing-*
Zylna slips by him and scuttles through the shadows, also scoping around.
Stealth: 37
Perception: 32
"Thats mean" she said with a small chuckle
She see's a chest of some sort of the ground.
"I'm not having a depressed friend!" V smiled.
She stares at it and tosses a pebble at it from a safe distance.
"Let me cry!!!!" she joked and laughed, flopping to her side.
It doesn't seem to move a bit but something upstairs does
"No, I shall make you happy as long as I'm around, Miss Thick!" V poked Lore's thighs with each syllable.
She tossed a heavier rock at it.
*These two are both chaotic lol*
Lore chuckles again and smiles "thank you for being my friend"
Still did nothing but something upstairs groaned s if it was being awakened. Stroth seems to grit his teeth "Best not to continue that"
*Just two sets of friendships having fun.*
"No probs." V smiled back.
She smiled at him. "Why not?"
Lore smiles and lays her head on her pillow, falling asleep.
"Something is upstairs" he said, pointing upwards.
V sits back and drinks the rest of her coffee, relaxing.
"I'm not deaf. Let's go see what is is!" She grins, getting excited.
Lore smiles in her sleep.
Stroth sighs and nods, following her.
V hums to herself Run Devil Run.
She stalks up the stairs, not making a single sound, and peeks into the room upstairs.
lore wakes back up and sits up "sorry did i doze off?"
Storth is less stealthy but does pretty good.
"Yeah. You know, you need to actually get back to sleeping normally."
Perception: 23
"i cant die of exhaustion but im fine" she said
She see's a shadow walking around upstairs, seemingly to pile things into random piles obessivly.
"I don't care if you can't die from exhaustion, it's still not good to constantly be exhausted." She poked Lore's forehead. "You better start getting some sleep, Miss Thick."
She reaches down and tosses a pebble into a corner where she could see it, but she can still remain hidden from it.
*Ooh, I read some more feature's on Zylna's character sheet, and man, SO MUCH DAMAGE can be done on a successful sneak attack. Plus, if she hits something surprised, the damage already done is DOUBLED. Rogue assassins are scary, man.*
Lore chuckles and falls asleep again.
The shadow tilts it head and wanders over to it. Stroth watches and smiles, whispering "good job"
V pats her head gently. "Good night, then."
She doesn't respond, instead, she rushes over and attacks the creature somewhere that looks vital. *Time for da damage!*
*I assume the creature would be surprised*
20 or 27 to hit *advantage, if both miss, make it an auto hit with Stroke of luck*, 9 + 33 + 20
*Make a CON Save real quick before it takes it's turn.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Shardia is watching a small blue puppy, which is sniffing at people
A growl almost like thunder is heard in the storm
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
I was just curious why you're here. She casts detect thoughts, just for the surface thoughts.
*Roll a wisdom save* (Im searching for 2 beings. The daughter of a traitor-king, and a manifestor I had smelled here before. Though the scent has faded)
Hmm. Interesting. Then why are you still here if they aren't? And... I might be willing to find them for you, in exchange for some.... things. Save: 33
Success. The spell seems... Blocked (One of them is still here.. I smell the traitor-kings daughter still.)
Hmm. Your mind is strange... unlike many I have encountered in my millennia of life. Like I said, I can get you information on where the other one is if you agree to a teensy ritual.
(A ritual?)
No harm done to you. Like I said, I collect information, and so all I would require in return is a copy of your memories. She casts detect thoughts again, deliberating failing.
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A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
"Oh, boo hoo, cry about it over a drink while you're here." Wolfe sipped her coffee.
"Ya know I just might." He inclines his head, sniffing about with his sharp nose and tapping around, trying to find the bar. "Where's the beer?"
She sighed a got up. "C'mon, it's this way." She grabbed his arm and led him over to the bar.
"Eh thanks, toots, hard for a guy like me ta get around new places." after he has a sip of beer in him, he asks her, "Did you know a Krathian Hedara?"
She snapped her head at him. "Yeah, I know him." She narrowed her eyes, the look just feeling sharp. "What happened?"
"Eh nothin', nothin'," He says, waving his hand in a pacifying manner, "Yet. 'E's on vacation. I'm here fillin' space for him."
She instantly relaxed. "Oh, I was half expecting something bad... again." She got herself a drink. "I'm Wolfe."
He taps his forehead with his cane in a mock salute, "Mahtty Bahgdahnavich, at ye soyvice." (Marty Bogdonovich.)
"So, Matty, how do you know Krathian?" *She wouldn't know it's actually Marty, XD.*
*LOL*
"A fellow warlock of Orvar, and a loose acquaintance, he would call it friendship." He knocks his glass against the counter, signalling for another round. "I'm not so hasty."
She nodded. "So this Orvar sent you here in his place."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Shardia is watching a small blue puppy, which is sniffing at people
A growl almost like thunder is heard in the storm
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
I was just curious why you're here. She casts detect thoughts, just for the surface thoughts.
*Roll a wisdom save* (Im searching for 2 beings. The daughter of a traitor-king, and a manifestor I had smelled here before. Though the scent has faded)
Hmm. Interesting. Then why are you still here if they aren't? And... I might be willing to find them for you, in exchange for some.... things. Save: 33
Success. The spell seems... Blocked (One of them is still here.. I smell the traitor-kings daughter still.)
Hmm. Your mind is strange... unlike many I have encountered in my millennia of life. Like I said, I can get you information on where the other one is if you agree to a teensy ritual.
(A ritual?)
No harm done to you. Like I said, I collect information, and so all I would require in return is a copy of your memories. She casts detect thoughts again, deliberating failing.
She feels a huge kick of utter confusion hit. A storm of energy. They cannot cast the spell for 24 hours, and are stunned for 3 rounds (My memory belongs to me alone. The storm.)
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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)
Oscar walks into the tavern behind a man wearing thick red robes. he carries a staff with a human skull on the top of the staff adorn with jewels imbedded into its bones. The person wears a black veil over their eyes and with the hood of their long red robes covering their head. Anyone with truesight can see a large shadow being connected to this figure with great claws. Oscar wears a tight black dress with golden earrings that drip down like water. She looks disgusted with the figure but says nothing and commits no action against them. They both sit at a secluded table in the very back where it is dark. The figure lifts up its veil revealing a gaunt man with thin features, he looks to be mostly bone and no skin. The two begin to talk as the gaunt man brings out a small orb that forms a picture out of light particles in mid air of a war scene.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She nods a bit "I do love him but i also know this love won't work out"
He dips inside the ruins and smiles, a ball of light appearing in his hands.
"Aw, don't be a negative Nancy. Have some hope!"
She follows behind, going into assassin mode.
"ill be negative all i want" she says with a chuckle.
Stroth pulls out his sword and hides against a wall, scoping around.
V knocked on Lore's head. "Then I'll just beat it out of that thick head of yours."
*-Raiders of the Lost Ark theme starts playing-*
Zylna slips by him and scuttles through the shadows, also scoping around.
Stealth: 37
Perception: 32
"Thats mean" she said with a small chuckle
She see's a chest of some sort of the ground.
"I'm not having a depressed friend!" V smiled.
She stares at it and tosses a pebble at it from a safe distance.
"Let me cry!!!!" she joked and laughed, flopping to her side.
It doesn't seem to move a bit but something upstairs does
"No, I shall make you happy as long as I'm around, Miss Thick!" V poked Lore's thighs with each syllable.
She tossed a heavier rock at it.
*These two are both chaotic lol*
Lore chuckles again and smiles "thank you for being my friend"
Still did nothing but something upstairs groaned s if it was being awakened. Stroth seems to grit his teeth "Best not to continue that"
*Just two sets of friendships having fun.*
"No probs." V smiled back.
She smiled at him. "Why not?"
Lore smiles and lays her head on her pillow, falling asleep.
"Something is upstairs" he said, pointing upwards.
V sits back and drinks the rest of her coffee, relaxing.
"I'm not deaf. Let's go see what is is!" She grins, getting excited.
Lore smiles in her sleep.
Stroth sighs and nods, following her.
V hums to herself Run Devil Run.
She stalks up the stairs, not making a single sound, and peeks into the room upstairs.
lore wakes back up and sits up "sorry did i doze off?"
Storth is less stealthy but does pretty good.
"Yeah. You know, you need to actually get back to sleeping normally."
Perception: 23
"i cant die of exhaustion but im fine" she said
She see's a shadow walking around upstairs, seemingly to pile things into random piles obessivly.
"I don't care if you can't die from exhaustion, it's still not good to constantly be exhausted." She poked Lore's forehead. "You better start getting some sleep, Miss Thick."
She reaches down and tosses a pebble into a corner where she could see it, but she can still remain hidden from it.
*Ooh, I read some more feature's on Zylna's character sheet, and man, SO MUCH DAMAGE can be done on a successful sneak attack. Plus, if she hits something surprised, the damage already done is DOUBLED. Rogue assassins are scary, man.*
Lore chuckles and falls asleep again.
The shadow tilts it head and wanders over to it. Stroth watches and smiles, whispering "good job"
V pats her head gently. "Good night, then."
She doesn't respond, instead, she rushes over and attacks the creature somewhere that looks vital. *Time for da damage!*
*I assume the creature would be surprised*
17 or 14 to hit *advantage, if both miss, make it an auto hit with Stroke of luck*, 6 + 35 + 20
*Make a CON Save real quick before it takes it's turn.*
*Its already dead lol, they have 16 HP*
Stroth watches the shadow die before chuckling "Good job" again to her. her walks over and examines the piles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Yeah that's kinda the point, they ingratiate themselves into a given situation and then deal a truckload of damage very quickly once combat initiates in said situation.*
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"
"Are you alright?"
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.
"So, Matty, how do you know Krathian?" *She wouldn't know it's actually Marty, XD.*
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.
Lore chuckles and falls asleep again.
The shadow tilts it head and wanders over to it. Stroth watches and smiles, whispering "good job"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods and writes on his paper "Im Senzaki"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Pausing Sinclair and Lore to bring in Oscar and Yuri*
Yuri sits on the out skirts of the tavern boundaries. She has built herself a fortress of vines and brambles to block those around her from reaching her.
Oscar sits on the roof, dancing in the rain happily.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hmm. Interesting. Then why are you still here if they aren't? And... I might be willing to find them for you, in exchange for some.... things. Save: 33
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.
*LOL*
"A fellow warlock of Orvar, and a loose acquaintance, he would call it friendship." He knocks his glass against the counter, signalling for another round. "I'm not so hasty."
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"
Success. The spell seems... Blocked (One of them is still here.. I smell the traitor-kings daughter still.)
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)
*I just got a good idea for oscar :D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The person takes the paper and writes something. "My name is Tristis Finch. Nice to meet you."
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.
Hmm. Your mind is strange... unlike many I have encountered in my millennia of life. Like I said, I can get you information on where the other one is if you agree to a teensy ritual.
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.
(A ritual?)
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)
Senzaki smiles after reading. He writes again "pleasure to meet you, forgive me for writing but i can not speak nor hear"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
V pats her head gently. "Good night, then."
She doesn't respond, instead, she rushes over and attacks the creature somewhere that looks vital. *Time for da damage!*
*I assume the creature would be surprised*
20 or 27 to hit *advantage, if both miss, make it an auto hit with Stroke of luck*, 9 + 33 + 20
*Make a CON Save real quick before it takes it's turn.*
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.
No harm done to you. Like I said, I collect information, and so all I would require in return is a copy of your memories. She casts detect thoughts again, deliberating failing.
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.
She nodded. "So this Orvar sent you here in his place."
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.
She feels a huge kick of utter confusion hit. A storm of energy. They cannot cast the spell for 24 hours, and are stunned for 3 rounds (My memory belongs to me alone. The storm.)
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)
Oscar walks into the tavern behind a man wearing thick red robes. he carries a staff with a human skull on the top of the staff adorn with jewels imbedded into its bones. The person wears a black veil over their eyes and with the hood of their long red robes covering their head. Anyone with truesight can see a large shadow being connected to this figure with great claws. Oscar wears a tight black dress with golden earrings that drip down like water. She looks disgusted with the figure but says nothing and commits no action against them. They both sit at a secluded table in the very back where it is dark. The figure lifts up its veil revealing a gaunt man with thin features, he looks to be mostly bone and no skin. The two begin to talk as the gaunt man brings out a small orb that forms a picture out of light particles in mid air of a war scene.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Its already dead lol, they have 16 HP*
Stroth watches the shadow die before chuckling "Good job" again to her. her walks over and examines the piles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]