After a few moments, he gently lifts her head up, ever so slightly, so she's looking into his eyes, which have turned to pure gold now. He smiles, and kisses her.
She returns the kiss, "Ya ever going to explain your eyes turning colors?"
Soldaer shrugs helplessly. "I don't know what's causing it, Nia. If I knew, I'd tell you."
"I trust that, but at the same time, theres a lot i never knew until we got engaged."
Soldaer smiles. "Oh really? Like what me love?" he asks as he leads her deeper into the gardens.
"You apparently have no self preservation, given you chose to marry me," She jokes, "Well, the eye thing for one."
He laughs. "Well, I love you, Nia, and I've already said I never want to be away from you. And the eyes." he shrugs again. "Wasn't even aware of it myself."
"Well i must have no self preservation either, since i don't want to move dispite everything." She smiles
Soldaer smiles. "If you mean the whole Spawn thing, I think he's gotten over whatever that was about."
After a few moments, he gently lifts her head up, ever so slightly, so she's looking into his eyes, which have turned to pure gold now. He smiles, and kisses her.
She returns the kiss, "Ya ever going to explain your eyes turning colors?"
Soldaer shrugs helplessly. "I don't know what's causing it, Nia. If I knew, I'd tell you."
"I trust that, but at the same time, theres a lot i never knew until we got engaged."
Soldaer smiles. "Oh really? Like what me love?" he asks as he leads her deeper into the gardens.
"You apparently have no self preservation, given you chose to marry me," She jokes, "Well, the eye thing for one."
He laughs. "Well, I love you, Nia, and I've already said I never want to be away from you. And the eyes." he shrugs again. "Wasn't even aware of it myself."
"Well i must have no self preservation either, since i don't want to move dispite everything." She smiles
Soldaer smiles. "If you mean the whole Spawn thing, I think he's gotten over whatever that was about."
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.*
*I'M BACK momentarily*
"Sounds like quite the story. What'dye do to irk him?"
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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.*
*I'M BACK momentarily*
"Sounds like quite the story. What'dye do to irk him?"
"Exist."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
After a few moments, he gently lifts her head up, ever so slightly, so she's looking into his eyes, which have turned to pure gold now. He smiles, and kisses her.
She returns the kiss, "Ya ever going to explain your eyes turning colors?"
Soldaer shrugs helplessly. "I don't know what's causing it, Nia. If I knew, I'd tell you."
"I trust that, but at the same time, theres a lot i never knew until we got engaged."
Soldaer smiles. "Oh really? Like what me love?" he asks as he leads her deeper into the gardens.
"You apparently have no self preservation, given you chose to marry me," She jokes, "Well, the eye thing for one."
He laughs. "Well, I love you, Nia, and I've already said I never want to be away from you. And the eyes." he shrugs again. "Wasn't even aware of it myself."
"Well i must have no self preservation either, since i don't want to move dispite everything." She smiles
Soldaer smiles. "If you mean the whole Spawn thing, I think he's gotten over whatever that was about."
She nods, "Maybe."
Soldaer chuckles. "He left a bunch of flowers for you when we finally came back downstairs, remember?"
Mali is looking around at people outside, still too terrified to go in from the storm
Shardia is taking care of Catia
E is asking a shopkeeper what kind of sorcerer she is
*You're seriously making this difficult on me...XD*
The shopkeeper (I forgot her name, since I made it up on the spot) thinks for a moment. "I have a limited amount of control over the weather....but I don't learn magic like the other mage types, so I'm definitely a sorcerer."
"Ah! Likely storm sorcery, then!"
She smiles. "You're probably right, ma'am." She laughs slightly.
"Whats the strongest spell you know? And where do.you get your supply of items?"
She thinks for a minute. "Probably Control Winds or Cone of Cold, depending on whether you want to talk utility or attack."
"Control winds is pretty strong! Seems like itd be a nice one to know"
She smiles. "I'm fairly certain there's at least one scroll of that back there."
She thinks a little while, before grabbing one
*So, that's one level 5, a level 4 and what else? Trying to do the calculations for how much it would be.*
*2 lv 2 and lv 1s*
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"You scare me!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
'You asleep! Just startle easy!'
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
"You peck while I asleep! What you expect I do?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
she shakes her head as more tears flow, not dropping or stopping her consumption as she kept crying
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
'PEck stick, not scary!'
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
'Whats wrong?'
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
She pointed at her leg. "You peck leg!"
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.
"what if Family is bad? child sick, maybe die?"
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
Soldaer smiles. "If you mean the whole Spawn thing, I think he's gotten over whatever that was about."
'You kick me!'
*Just nerima yelling at a bird, then it squacking back*
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
"Not happen."
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
"I asleep!"
*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.
She nods, "Maybe."
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
*I'M BACK momentarily*
"Sounds like quite the story. What'dye do to irk him?"
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"
'Not fault!'
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
"Exist."
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.
Soldaer chuckles. "He left a bunch of flowers for you when we finally came back downstairs, remember?"
"You still peck me awake!"
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.
*Hello universe! How is it going?*
Lysander is eating
Raphael is looking for someone to help
Gwen is reading
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*2 lv 2 and lv 1s*
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)