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."
"Why'd I want you dead? We just met, man."
"I was told I have that kind of repulsive poisonality."
"And I'm a werewolf. No one's perfect, man."
"Ye got that right," he whispers under his breath: "Suck it ma, I met someone who doesn't hate me on-sight."
She shrugged and get herself another drink.
"A werewolf eh? I imagine that brings some difficulty a rollin' down your way"
"Yeah, got a demon lord who doesn't like me lurking somewhere around here, got chased outta a couple towns in my early years when I was starting to travel."
*GTG*
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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.
"Now you see, I'd believe that, if I believed that you didn't already want me dead."
"Why'd I want you dead? We just met, man."
"I was told I have that kind of repulsive poisonality."
"And I'm a werewolf. No one's perfect, man."
"Ye got that right," he whispers under his breath: "Suck it ma, I met someone who doesn't hate me on-sight."
She shrugged and get herself another drink.
"A werewolf eh? I imagine that brings some difficulty a rollin' down your way"
"Yeah, got a demon lord who doesn't like me lurking somewhere around here, got chased outta a couple towns in my early years when I was starting to travel."
*GTG*
*Aw, see ya.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
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.
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.
"See, your parents are very understanding," She nudges him
Soldaer chuckles, and wraps his arm around her shoulders, smiling.
Both the King and Queen sit back in the thrones a bit, beaming still. "Any other surprises you two have in store for us?" The king asks, still smiling.
"Hmmm, if we do, then only Sol knows those." She says, smiling
Soldaer laughs. "No, I don't believe so."
The King smiles. "That's good to hear."
The Queen's face suddenly brightens. "You two simply must stay the night here! Your room is just the same as when you left, son."
"Oh, thank you miss." nia smiles, looking over at soldaer, "Want to stay?"
Soldaer smiles. "I think we would like that, although we'll need to let another friend of ours know. She has had...bad dealings with royalty in the past, and won't be comfortable staying here."
The King smiles. "Of course. Tell her she can stay at any inn in the city on us for as long as she wants."
The Queen nods. "Absolutely. Any friend of your's, son, is a friend of ours."
Your parents are very sweet. Nia says, smiling
"Thank you for your hospitality your majesties."
They both bow their heads. "Of course. After all, you are practically family already." The Queen says, smiling.
That they are. I love them. My siblings on the other hand...they cause a bit too much drama.
Soldaer bows back. "Now, we must go check in on our friend, and we'll find an inn and tell her that she can stay there, free of charge on our family." He says with a smile.
The King nods. "Or course. Go, and speak with your friend. If she wants to, she is welcome to stay here, but we understand if she doesn't. Either way, we will see the two of you again tonight." They both stand, and with a final bow, leave out an entrance to the side.
"Awww, thank you miss," Nia says happily,
I haven't met most of your siblings in a while.
Nia waves to them as they leave
Soldaer takes Nia's hand and heads to the entrance to the throne room. They got worse as they got older. Too much like the human nobles, if you ask me. He says a bit dryly. "Anyways, let's go track down E, shall we?"
"Kind and not to mean? I've.... never met human nobles."
Stuck up, snobby, thinking that they own the world just because they're royalty. That's how many of the human nobles are; entitled. My sisters aren't as bad, but just as dramatic in their own ways.
Oooo, any loves for them? Or are they the type to just... take over? And i'd love to meet them still
*FYI, not up for RPing the ENTIRE royal family, lol. I honestly wasn't even orginally planning on RPing his parents, but that's where it went, so I did. Soldaer has something like 5 brothers and 2 sisters, so...A LOT to try and RP, lol.*
When last I was here, I believe my eldest sister had her eye on someone, and same with one of my younger brothers, but that was nearly 50 years ago. I stayed away from the palace as much as possible once I was old enough to leave. As for meeting them all...we will see, but I'd prefer not to deal with all the family drama if I can avoid it...
*I know lol. just.... chilling*
I guess thats fair enough love. Nia nods
*Alright, lol.*
Soldaer nods, and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek as he leads her back out of the palace and into the palace gardens.
"This place really is beautiful though."
Soldaer nods. "Indeed it is." he says, as he takes Nia on a leisurely stroll along one of the many paths in the gardens. "These gardens were one of my safe places to get away from the chaos and drama, although sometimes it did like to follow me out here." he says with a wry chuckle.
"I wish i had a place like that." Nia smiles. "To be honest, the only escape from everyday life was when i got to mess around with you."
Soldaer smiles. "That's why I made that whole lake/grove/garden area for us. A place where we can have some peace and quiet, away from the chaos of the tavern." He chuckles slightly. "And you sure did love messing with me. I was never quite sure where we were at...you sent quite a bit of mixed signals when we started getting older."
"Yeah. I could sorta flirt with anything, though i tended to do it with you for no exact reason." She says, "That, and i would always follow you around."
Soldaer smiles, laughing a little. "Yes, yes you did. I do seem to remember you flirting with me a bit more than anyone else though..." He chuckles. "Well, now I know why."
"Yeah. I had my charms, but you i had to actually work on," She winks
Soldaer chuckles. "Guess I was a little too dense back then. That and a little shy...I never really was able to get the nerve to tell you."
"I think i was the least shy, just not forward enough to get through."
Soldaer smiles. "You definitely weren't shy. As for not being forward...that depended. I do remember you saying some pretty forward things after one of the festivals, although you were rather drunk." He chuckles. "I think you even kissed me that night as I was trying to get you back to your house."
"See, your parents are very understanding," She nudges him
Soldaer chuckles, and wraps his arm around her shoulders, smiling.
Both the King and Queen sit back in the thrones a bit, beaming still. "Any other surprises you two have in store for us?" The king asks, still smiling.
"Hmmm, if we do, then only Sol knows those." She says, smiling
Soldaer laughs. "No, I don't believe so."
The King smiles. "That's good to hear."
The Queen's face suddenly brightens. "You two simply must stay the night here! Your room is just the same as when you left, son."
"Oh, thank you miss." nia smiles, looking over at soldaer, "Want to stay?"
Soldaer smiles. "I think we would like that, although we'll need to let another friend of ours know. She has had...bad dealings with royalty in the past, and won't be comfortable staying here."
The King smiles. "Of course. Tell her she can stay at any inn in the city on us for as long as she wants."
The Queen nods. "Absolutely. Any friend of your's, son, is a friend of ours."
Your parents are very sweet. Nia says, smiling
"Thank you for your hospitality your majesties."
They both bow their heads. "Of course. After all, you are practically family already." The Queen says, smiling.
That they are. I love them. My siblings on the other hand...they cause a bit too much drama.
Soldaer bows back. "Now, we must go check in on our friend, and we'll find an inn and tell her that she can stay there, free of charge on our family." He says with a smile.
The King nods. "Or course. Go, and speak with your friend. If she wants to, she is welcome to stay here, but we understand if she doesn't. Either way, we will see the two of you again tonight." They both stand, and with a final bow, leave out an entrance to the side.
"Awww, thank you miss," Nia says happily,
I haven't met most of your siblings in a while.
Nia waves to them as they leave
Soldaer takes Nia's hand and heads to the entrance to the throne room. They got worse as they got older. Too much like the human nobles, if you ask me. He says a bit dryly. "Anyways, let's go track down E, shall we?"
"Kind and not to mean? I've.... never met human nobles."
Stuck up, snobby, thinking that they own the world just because they're royalty. That's how many of the human nobles are; entitled. My sisters aren't as bad, but just as dramatic in their own ways.
Oooo, any loves for them? Or are they the type to just... take over? And i'd love to meet them still
*FYI, not up for RPing the ENTIRE royal family, lol. I honestly wasn't even orginally planning on RPing his parents, but that's where it went, so I did. Soldaer has something like 5 brothers and 2 sisters, so...A LOT to try and RP, lol.*
When last I was here, I believe my eldest sister had her eye on someone, and same with one of my younger brothers, but that was nearly 50 years ago. I stayed away from the palace as much as possible once I was old enough to leave. As for meeting them all...we will see, but I'd prefer not to deal with all the family drama if I can avoid it...
*I know lol. just.... chilling*
I guess thats fair enough love. Nia nods
*Alright, lol.*
Soldaer nods, and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek as he leads her back out of the palace and into the palace gardens.
"This place really is beautiful though."
Soldaer nods. "Indeed it is." he says, as he takes Nia on a leisurely stroll along one of the many paths in the gardens. "These gardens were one of my safe places to get away from the chaos and drama, although sometimes it did like to follow me out here." he says with a wry chuckle.
"I wish i had a place like that." Nia smiles. "To be honest, the only escape from everyday life was when i got to mess around with you."
Soldaer smiles. "That's why I made that whole lake/grove/garden area for us. A place where we can have some peace and quiet, away from the chaos of the tavern." He chuckles slightly. "And you sure did love messing with me. I was never quite sure where we were at...you sent quite a bit of mixed signals when we started getting older."
"Yeah. I could sorta flirt with anything, though i tended to do it with you for no exact reason." She says, "That, and i would always follow you around."
Soldaer smiles, laughing a little. "Yes, yes you did. I do seem to remember you flirting with me a bit more than anyone else though..." He chuckles. "Well, now I know why."
"Yeah. I had my charms, but you i had to actually work on," She winks
Soldaer chuckles. "Guess I was a little too dense back then. That and a little shy...I never really was able to get the nerve to tell you."
"I think i was the least shy, just not forward enough to get through."
Soldaer smiles. "You definitely weren't shy. As for not being forward...that depended. I do remember you saying some pretty forward things after one of the festivals, although you were rather drunk." He chuckles. "I think you even kissed me that night as I was trying to get you back to your house."
"Oh i recall that. Suprised you didn't do anything, i'm so inviting while drunk. Quite the respectable gentlemen i have on my hands,"
*GTG*
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"
*Alrighty lets get going*
Theren is walking in the woods while talking to himself. His left arm os completely gone and his face is bloody and scarred.
Eaton and Smidge are sitting at a table.
Harveil is cleaning his trident.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*Aw, see ya.*
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.
*True that.*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Paris is picking blueberries.
Finch is sparring with a animate training dummy. *I found a stat block on homebrew.*
Barachiel is sipping tea.
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.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*1. I think lawrence is off*
*2. I don't know how to interact with people..... heck*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Paris clumps down on the table with a basket. *Should Eaton have been gone?*
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.
*?*
"Whatcha got there?"
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*Got any characters in the woods?*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*As in "Where have you been Eaton!?"*
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.
*morning you disasters in the making*
Raven is eating ice cream and crying
Svarn is finding out about new games
Kyaru is wanting to punch someone, PTSD moment intensifies
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
*Sleeping*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Soldaer smiles. "You definitely weren't shy. As for not being forward...that depended. I do remember you saying some pretty forward things after one of the festivals, although you were rather drunk." He chuckles. "I think you even kissed me that night as I was trying to get you back to your house."
*Zenix maybe sorta? He was with yuri, one of lawrences characters*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Dang. Theren needs to spook someone*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Sik commits cuddle, pulling a blanket around her, signing, 'you ok?'
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Morning all, and welcome back Theren!*
*T'sup!*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
"Oh i recall that. Suprised you didn't do anything, i'm so inviting while drunk. Quite the respectable gentlemen i have on my hands,"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND