"Well in that case I'd be glad to help! The gold is a bonus."
"Indeed. Talents?"
"Army training, so 99 percent of weapons, armour, & shield, the 1 percent would be the really obscure & specific variants, and really all shields & common forms of land vehicles."
"Well in that case I'd be glad to help! The gold is a bonus."
"Indeed. Talents?"
"Army training, so 99 percent of weapons, armour, & shield, the 1 percent would be the really obscure & specific variants, and really all shields & common forms of land vehicles."
"I see. So just a standard fighter?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I'm on. Running errands so I'm on mobile and a little off and on, but I'm here.*
*Got it*
Gwen is still hugging Phantom: You... don't know what I have been through either
He smiles sadly and breaks the hug. "Wait here. There's something you need to read." He gets up and heads into the shelves. About 10 minutes later, he returns with another leather-bound book, the cover of which is heavily tear-stained. "Read this, Gwen." He says, holding it out to her, his hand shaking slightly.
"Sure." They say, before sitting down on a bean bag and beginning to read it
*Read the first section of Phantom's Tavernpedia. This is the purely unadulterated story of his time in the Creation War, including the death of his father and what happened afterwards.*
"Well in that case I'd be glad to help! The gold is a bonus."
"Indeed. Talents?"
"Army training, so 99 percent of weapons, armour, & shield, the 1 percent would be the really obscure & specific variants, and really all shields & common forms of land vehicles."
"I see. So just a standard fighter?"
"As of now basically, but it'll bend more towards paladin once I move forward with it, & actually get an oath down." *As a paladin is really just holy fighter after level three, a little less holy before so.*
*I'm on. Running errands so I'm on mobile and a little off and on, but I'm here.*
*Got it*
Gwen is still hugging Phantom: You... don't know what I have been through either
He smiles sadly and breaks the hug. "Wait here. There's something you need to read." He gets up and heads into the shelves. About 10 minutes later, he returns with another leather-bound book, the cover of which is heavily tear-stained. "Read this, Gwen." He says, holding it out to her, his hand shaking slightly.
"Sure." They say, before sitting down on a bean bag and beginning to read it
*Read the first section of Phantom's Tavernpedia. This is the purely unadulterated story of his time in the Creation War, including the death of his father and what happened afterwards.*
Gwen is unphased. "Mmm... How similar." They comment
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well in that case I'd be glad to help! The gold is a bonus."
"Indeed. Talents?"
"Army training, so 99 percent of weapons, armour, & shield, the 1 percent would be the really obscure & specific variants, and really all shields & common forms of land vehicles."
"I see. So just a standard fighter?"
"As of now basically, but it'll bend more towards paladin once I move forward with it, & actually get an oath down." *As a paladin is really just holy fighter after level three, a little less holy before so.*
"I see... And your schedule?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Infernus is writing some basic things of around the tavern on a piece of parchment.
Raillen is messing with a pearl necklace on top of the shelves in the library.
Lysander waves at Infernus
Annie waves at Raillen, curious about the necklace
She waves back, finishing what she was writing on the paper.
"Sup? Oh hey, uh you." He says recognising the Tiefling.
"How goes it?"
"Good, and you?"
"Nice, it's nice here, but the storm has been here for quite a bit, and it's not a just big storm." Once she puts the last period on the page she lights the corner of the page with Control Flames to move the one on the lit candle near.
"Alright, definitely not bad for what I'm used to."
*I'm on. Running errands so I'm on mobile and a little off and on, but I'm here.*
*Got it*
Gwen is still hugging Phantom: You... don't know what I have been through either
He smiles sadly and breaks the hug. "Wait here. There's something you need to read." He gets up and heads into the shelves. About 10 minutes later, he returns with another leather-bound book, the cover of which is heavily tear-stained. "Read this, Gwen." He says, holding it out to her, his hand shaking slightly.
"Sure." They say, before sitting down on a bean bag and beginning to read it
*Read the first section of Phantom's Tavernpedia. This is the purely unadulterated story of his time in the Creation War, including the death of his father and what happened afterwards.*
Gwen is unphased. "Mmm... How similar." They comment
(You lost control and killed thousands of would-be allies? Because that's what happened. Father was butchered by Gelmion, and I snapped. It took me centuries to get over what happened, and what I did.)
"Well in that case I'd be glad to help! The gold is a bonus."
"Indeed. Talents?"
"Army training, so 99 percent of weapons, armour, & shield, the 1 percent would be the really obscure & specific variants, and really all shields & common forms of land vehicles."
"I see. So just a standard fighter?"
"As of now basically, but it'll bend more towards paladin once I move forward with it, & actually get an oath down." *As a paladin is really just holy fighter after level three, a little less holy before so.*
Infernus is writing some basic things of around the tavern on a piece of parchment.
Raillen is messing with a pearl necklace on top of the shelves in the library.
Lysander waves at Infernus
Annie waves at Raillen, curious about the necklace
She waves back, finishing what she was writing on the paper.
"Sup? Oh hey, uh you." He says recognising the Tiefling.
"How goes it?"
"Good, and you?"
"Nice, it's nice here, but the storm has been here for quite a bit, and it's not a just big storm." Once she puts the last period on the page she lights the corner of the page with Control Flames to move the one on the lit candle near.
"Alright, definitely not bad for what I'm used to."
"You a sorcerer?"
"Good. You seem less drunk."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well in that case I'd be glad to help! The gold is a bonus."
"Indeed. Talents?"
"Army training, so 99 percent of weapons, armour, & shield, the 1 percent would be the really obscure & specific variants, and really all shields & common forms of land vehicles."
"I see. So just a standard fighter?"
"As of now basically, but it'll bend more towards paladin once I move forward with it, & actually get an oath down." *As a paladin is really just holy fighter after level three, a little less holy before so.*
"I see... And your schedule?"
"Empty."
They grin devilishly "good."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well in that case I'd be glad to help! The gold is a bonus."
"Indeed. Talents?"
"Army training, so 99 percent of weapons, armour, & shield, the 1 percent would be the really obscure & specific variants, and really all shields & common forms of land vehicles."
"I see. So just a standard fighter?"
"As of now basically, but it'll bend more towards paladin once I move forward with it, & actually get an oath down." *As a paladin is really just holy fighter after level three, a little less holy before so.*
"I see... And your schedule?"
"Empty."
They grin devilishly "good."
She looks a little uncomfortable at that, "Whats that grin for?"
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She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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Lysander waves at Infernus
Annie waves at Raillen, curious about the necklace
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Army training, so 99 percent of weapons, armour, & shield, the 1 percent would be the really obscure & specific variants, and really all shields & common forms of land vehicles."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I see. So just a standard fighter?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She waves back, finishing what she was writing on the paper.
"Sup? Oh hey, uh you." He says recognising the Tiefling.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Read the first section of Phantom's Tavernpedia. This is the purely unadulterated story of his time in the Creation War, including the death of his father and what happened afterwards.*
"As of now basically, but it'll bend more towards paladin once I move forward with it, & actually get an oath down." *As a paladin is really just holy fighter after level three, a little less holy before so.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Yo elendon, continue Raillen & Yazrin?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"How goes it?"
"Good, and you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Gwen is unphased. "Mmm... How similar." They comment
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I see... And your schedule?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Nice, it's nice here, but the storm has been here for quite a bit, and it's not a just big storm." Once she puts the last period on the page she lights the corner of the page with Control Flames to move the one on the lit candle near.
"Alright, definitely not bad for what I'm used to."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
(You lost control and killed thousands of would-be allies? Because that's what happened. Father was butchered by Gelmion, and I snapped. It took me centuries to get over what happened, and what I did.)
"Empty."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Sure.*
"You a sorcerer?"
"Good. You seem less drunk."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They grin devilishly "good."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*gtg. Will be on and off*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*alright 5 mins to let me fish it up*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*okay, cya!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She looks a little uncomfortable at that, "Whats that grin for?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.