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.
A small blue furred puppy sniffs at both of them
The man looks down and rasps "Whose pet is this" he askes Oscar who shrugs.
The puppy barks at them twice, rubbing against their legs a bit
"Shall i dispose of it" he askes, raising a hand filled with a ball of crackling lighting. Oscar quickly stands up "No dad-.... sir. Ill take care of it".
It seems interested in the lightning a moment, wagging its tail
Oscar picks it up and with a forced smile, walks away. "who do you belong to pup?" she askes
It just barks, licking her face
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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 Characters (Outdated)
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.)
Wow............................... cool. So you're a being of chaos too? Also, that means I'm not telling you where the manifestor teleported to in a hurry. *Immune to stunned.*
(I am a being of action. Whether it be chaos or not has no effect, as long as the storm continues the kinetic motion)
Huh. If you ever want a job, contact me. So you don't want me to copy your memories? What about taking them altogether? Then you wouldn't remember that your memories were yours alone.
(My memories are blocked from you. From all. You cannot touch them.)
How much you wanna bet?
(Bet? My bet is that Im not what you think.I am. That you dont know what memory even means to me)
You're right, I don't know what you are, and that fascinates me. In my 25000 years of life, I've never met a being like you. Therefore, it's incredible.
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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?
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.)
Wow............................... cool. So you're a being of chaos too? Also, that means I'm not telling you where the manifestor teleported to in a hurry. *Immune to stunned.*
(I am a being of action. Whether it be chaos or not has no effect, as long as the storm continues the kinetic motion)
Huh. If you ever want a job, contact me. So you don't want me to copy your memories? What about taking them altogether? Then you wouldn't remember that your memories were yours alone.
(My memories are blocked from you. From all. You cannot touch them.)
How much you wanna bet?
(Bet? My bet is that Im not what you think.I am. That you dont know what memory even means to me)
You're right, I don't know what you are, and that fascinates me. In my 25000 years of life, I've never met a being like you. Therefore, it's incredible.
(The storm is different from all else that is. Our memories are further than most beings.)
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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)
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."
"Yeah, bunch of baloney if ya ask me." He takes a sip, "First, he disappears for days ta help out Allison with her daughter, no replacement, then, he disappears for even longer to help her out with this Ezekiel chump, no replacement, now, he takes an officially sanctioned vacation and I gotta lug my sorry self out ta the middle of nowhere to fill in for him."
"This isn't the middle of nowhere, it's the end of the world." She sips the rest of her drink. "You'll come to like it soon enough, Grumpy."
"Thanks for the distinction toots, that makes a huge difference." he says, with obvious sarcasm
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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.
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.
Fin looks up at them, then mouths to Oscar, "Are you okay?"
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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.
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."
"Yeah, bunch of baloney if ya ask me." He takes a sip, "First, he disappears for days ta help out Allison with her daughter, no replacement, then, he disappears for even longer to help her out with this Ezekiel chump, no replacement, now, he takes an officially sanctioned vacation and I gotta lug my sorry self out ta the middle of nowhere to fill in for him."
"This isn't the middle of nowhere, it's the end of the world." She sips the rest of her drink. "You'll come to like it soon enough, Grumpy."
"Thanks for the distinction toots, that makes a huge difference." he says, with obvious sarcasm
"No problem, the info could save your life." She spoke with equal sarcasm.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
A small blue furred puppy sniffs at both of them
The man looks down and rasps "Whose pet is this" he askes Oscar who shrugs.
The puppy barks at them twice, rubbing against their legs a bit
"Shall i dispose of it" he askes, raising a hand filled with a ball of crackling lighting. Oscar quickly stands up "No dad-.... sir. Ill take care of it".
It seems interested in the lightning a moment, wagging its tail
Oscar picks it up and with a forced smile, walks away. "who do you belong to pup?" she askes
It just barks, licking her face
"ah" she said "You don't talk, thats weird"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
Fin looks up at them, then mouths to Oscar, "Are you okay?"
She clenches her teeth and rolls her eyes a bit as if to say "Most likely not".
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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
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.)
Wow............................... cool. So you're a being of chaos too? Also, that means I'm not telling you where the manifestor teleported to in a hurry. *Immune to stunned.*
(I am a being of action. Whether it be chaos or not has no effect, as long as the storm continues the kinetic motion)
Huh. If you ever want a job, contact me. So you don't want me to copy your memories? What about taking them altogether? Then you wouldn't remember that your memories were yours alone.
(My memories are blocked from you. From all. You cannot touch them.)
How much you wanna bet?
(Bet? My bet is that Im not what you think.I am. That you dont know what memory even means to me)
You're right, I don't know what you are, and that fascinates me. In my 25000 years of life, I've never met a being like you. Therefore, it's incredible.
(The storm is different from all else that is. Our memories are further than most beings.)
Which is interesting. And why I want those memories. They would be the crowning glory of my Hall of Thought, and would sustain the realm of Psyche for millennia to come before they were completely consumed.
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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?
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.
Fin looks up at them, then mouths to Oscar, "Are you okay?"
She clenches her teeth and rolls her eyes a bit as if to say "Most likely not".
He stands up, cracking his knuckles and neck, walking over to where she is
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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.
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.
A small blue furred puppy sniffs at both of them
The man looks down and rasps "Whose pet is this" he askes Oscar who shrugs.
The puppy barks at them twice, rubbing against their legs a bit
"Shall i dispose of it" he askes, raising a hand filled with a ball of crackling lighting. Oscar quickly stands up "No dad-.... sir. Ill take care of it".
It seems interested in the lightning a moment, wagging its tail
Oscar picks it up and with a forced smile, walks away. "who do you belong to pup?" she askes
It just barks, licking her face
"ah" she said "You don't talk, thats weird"
*Passive perception?* The puppy barks again, continuing to.happily lick her face
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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)
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."
"Yeah, bunch of baloney if ya ask me." He takes a sip, "First, he disappears for days ta help out Allison with her daughter, no replacement, then, he disappears for even longer to help her out with this Ezekiel chump, no replacement, now, he takes an officially sanctioned vacation and I gotta lug my sorry self out ta the middle of nowhere to fill in for him."
"This isn't the middle of nowhere, it's the end of the world." She sips the rest of her drink. "You'll come to like it soon enough, Grumpy."
"Thanks for the distinction toots, that makes a huge difference." he says, with obvious sarcasm
"No problem, the info could save your life." She spoke with equal sarcasm.
"Now you see, I'd believe that, if I believed that you didn't already want me dead."
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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.
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.
Fin looks up at them, then mouths to Oscar, "Are you okay?"
She clenches her teeth and rolls her eyes a bit as if to say "Most likely not".
He stands up, cracking his knuckles and neck, walking over to where she is
Oscar smiles "Ah, Father this is Fin... My boyfriend" She said with a tad bit of confidence. The lich narrows its eyes and looks back at Oscar "Then tell him to go away, I rather not talk with this..... tiny man present"
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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
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.)
Wow............................... cool. So you're a being of chaos too? Also, that means I'm not telling you where the manifestor teleported to in a hurry. *Immune to stunned.*
(I am a being of action. Whether it be chaos or not has no effect, as long as the storm continues the kinetic motion)
Huh. If you ever want a job, contact me. So you don't want me to copy your memories? What about taking them altogether? Then you wouldn't remember that your memories were yours alone.
(My memories are blocked from you. From all. You cannot touch them.)
How much you wanna bet?
(Bet? My bet is that Im not what you think.I am. That you dont know what memory even means to me)
You're right, I don't know what you are, and that fascinates me. In my 25000 years of life, I've never met a being like you. Therefore, it's incredible.
(The storm is different from all else that is. Our memories are further than most beings.)
Which is interesting. And why I want those memories. They would be the crowning glory of my Hall of Thought, and would sustain the realm of Psyche for millennia to come before they were completely consumed.
(Thought? The storm doesnt think. It commits.)
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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.
A small blue furred puppy sniffs at both of them
The man looks down and rasps "Whose pet is this" he askes Oscar who shrugs.
The puppy barks at them twice, rubbing against their legs a bit
"Shall i dispose of it" he askes, raising a hand filled with a ball of crackling lighting. Oscar quickly stands up "No dad-.... sir. Ill take care of it".
It seems interested in the lightning a moment, wagging its tail
Oscar picks it up and with a forced smile, walks away. "who do you belong to pup?" she askes
It just barks, licking her face
"ah" she said "You don't talk, thats weird"
*Passive perception?* The puppy barks again, continuing to happily lick her face
( 19 )
She chuckles silently
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
Fin looks up at them, then mouths to Oscar, "Are you okay?"
She clenches her teeth and rolls her eyes a bit as if to say "Most likely not".
He stands up, cracking his knuckles and neck, walking over to where she is
Oscar smiles "Ah, Father this is Fin... My boyfriend" She said with a tad bit of confidence. The lich narrows its eyes and looks back at Oscar "Then tell him to go away, I rather not talk with this..... tiny man present"
He looks at her mouthing, "Dad?!"
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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.
It just barks, licking her face
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)
She goes downstairs and looks at the chest, kicking it a bit.
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.
You're right, I don't know what you are, and that fascinates me. In my 25000 years of life, I've never met a being like you. Therefore, it's incredible.
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.
(The storm is different from all else that is. Our memories are further than most beings.)
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)
"Thanks for the distinction toots, that makes a huge difference." he says, with obvious sarcasm
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"
Fin looks up at them, then mouths to Oscar, "Are you okay?"
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"
"No problem, the info could save your life." She spoke with equal sarcasm.
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.
"ah" she said "You don't talk, thats weird"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She clenches her teeth and rolls her eyes a bit as if to say "Most likely not".
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The chest rattles a bit, not from anything but just because it got kicked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Which is interesting. And why I want those memories. They would be the crowning glory of my Hall of Thought, and would sustain the realm of Psyche for millennia to come before they were completely consumed.
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.
He stands up, cracking his knuckles and neck, walking over to where she is
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"
*Passive perception?* The puppy barks again, continuing to.happily lick her face
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)
"Now you see, I'd believe that, if I believed that you didn't already want me dead."
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"
Oscar smiles "Ah, Father this is Fin... My boyfriend" She said with a tad bit of confidence. The lich narrows its eyes and looks back at Oscar "Then tell him to go away, I rather not talk with this..... tiny man present"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(Thought? The storm doesnt think. It commits.)
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)
( 19 )
She chuckles silently
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She slowly opens it.
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.
He looks at her mouthing, "Dad?!"
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"
Inside is 13 GP.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]