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."
"Yes actually, that Phoenix I mentioned? They granted me abilities, surprisingly it works similar to those who got such abilities from a Dragon." She says as the paper peacefully burns up into some ash. *The reason she says that cuz she's just a tinkered with Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer.*
"Yeah, don't take last night, or whenever that was, as how I am in general." She still looks into the shiny necklace.
"Mmm...I see. On a scale of one to ten, how strong are you?"
"Aw, I liked you last time. Any chance I get to see you loose like last time?"
"Hm, what's 1 & what's 10 equivalent to?"
"Oh haha funny drunk elf go brrr is that it? You're lucky it feels nice dammit."
"One is just starting out *level one* and ten is master of the universe *level 20*. Feel free to use half's and whatnot."
"Mmm... Want to see a little trick?" They say, laughing slightly
"Hm, 10, but not the universe in control, but more like the power of the sun in the palm of my hand."
Yazrin's eyes narrow slightly. Are you a thief? He asks, oddly nonjudgmental.
"Yeah, names Raillen by the way."
He smiles. "Thought you said you couldn't trust me with you name" he says a little teasingly as he finishes off the glass and orders two more and the bottle, pulling a couple platinum pieces seemingly out of nowhere and placing them on the counter.
Her eyes are magnetised to the shiny coins, "Well you seemed chill about asking me that, so don't think you'd rat me to the coppers with a name."
He laughs, and the bartender comes with two filled glasses and a bottle of the Cherry Feywine, collecting the platinum with a nod. "Care for a drink then, Raillen?" He asks with a smile.
"Hell yeah platinum priced wine, I'll never take deny that." She takes it, looking into the wine, "thanks."
He smiles. "No problem. I've got a surprising amount to burn, so might as well enjoy to good stuff, right?" He says with a wink.
"How'd ya get it?" She asks curiously, sipping the new wine.
"Killed a Deep Dragon." He says nonchalantly, taking a sip from his glass.
"Alright worked for it, wasn't gifted it for doing nothing, so your cool." She takes a moment to adjust to the taste of wine, as its always stronger alcohols for him.
*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.)
"I... My siblings unleashed war upon my realm, by killing my mom Infront of my eyes. Death and destruction we all brought, some till the end...... Even me for a time."
Phantom nods slowly. "Then we are indeed rather similar." He pauses as though there is something else he wants to say, but he doesn't, instead he sits back down with a sign.
Yazrin's eyes narrow slightly. Are you a thief? He asks, oddly nonjudgmental.
"Yeah, names Raillen by the way."
He smiles. "Thought you said you couldn't trust me with you name" he says a little teasingly as he finishes off the glass and orders two more and the bottle, pulling a couple platinum pieces seemingly out of nowhere and placing them on the counter.
Her eyes are magnetised to the shiny coins, "Well you seemed chill about asking me that, so don't think you'd rat me to the coppers with a name."
He laughs, and the bartender comes with two filled glasses and a bottle of the Cherry Feywine, collecting the platinum with a nod. "Care for a drink then, Raillen?" He asks with a smile.
"Hell yeah platinum priced wine, I'll never take deny that." She takes it, looking into the wine, "thanks."
He smiles. "No problem. I've got a surprising amount to burn, so might as well enjoy to good stuff, right?" He says with a wink.
"How'd ya get it?" She asks curiously, sipping the new wine.
"Killed a Deep Dragon." He says nonchalantly, taking a sip from his glass.
"Alright worked for it, wasn't gifted it for doing nothing, so your cool." She takes a moment to adjust to the taste of wine, as its always stronger alcohols for him.
He chuckles slightly. "I still carry some of the scars from that battle, although I can't exactly show them here." He smiles wryly. "But yes, I worked and bled for what I have, more than most people will probably."
Yazrin's eyes narrow slightly. Are you a thief? He asks, oddly nonjudgmental.
"Yeah, names Raillen by the way."
He smiles. "Thought you said you couldn't trust me with you name" he says a little teasingly as he finishes off the glass and orders two more and the bottle, pulling a couple platinum pieces seemingly out of nowhere and placing them on the counter.
Her eyes are magnetised to the shiny coins, "Well you seemed chill about asking me that, so don't think you'd rat me to the coppers with a name."
He laughs, and the bartender comes with two filled glasses and a bottle of the Cherry Feywine, collecting the platinum with a nod. "Care for a drink then, Raillen?" He asks with a smile.
"Hell yeah platinum priced wine, I'll never take deny that." She takes it, looking into the wine, "thanks."
He smiles. "No problem. I've got a surprising amount to burn, so might as well enjoy to good stuff, right?" He says with a wink.
"How'd ya get it?" She asks curiously, sipping the new wine.
"Killed a Deep Dragon." He says nonchalantly, taking a sip from his glass.
"Alright worked for it, wasn't gifted it for doing nothing, so your cool." She takes a moment to adjust to the taste of wine, as its always stronger alcohols for him.
He chuckles slightly. "I still carry some of the scars from that battle, although I can't exactly show them here." He smiles wryly. "But yes, I worked and bled for what I have, more than most people will probably."
"Depends on how bad they are, but I probably get close for living amounts, unless it's you look like you should be dead damaged, then I'm a bit behind." She looks into the wine again, this time looking back on life.
Yazrin's eyes narrow slightly. Are you a thief? He asks, oddly nonjudgmental.
"Yeah, names Raillen by the way."
He smiles. "Thought you said you couldn't trust me with you name" he says a little teasingly as he finishes off the glass and orders two more and the bottle, pulling a couple platinum pieces seemingly out of nowhere and placing them on the counter.
Her eyes are magnetised to the shiny coins, "Well you seemed chill about asking me that, so don't think you'd rat me to the coppers with a name."
He laughs, and the bartender comes with two filled glasses and a bottle of the Cherry Feywine, collecting the platinum with a nod. "Care for a drink then, Raillen?" He asks with a smile.
"Hell yeah platinum priced wine, I'll never take deny that." She takes it, looking into the wine, "thanks."
He smiles. "No problem. I've got a surprising amount to burn, so might as well enjoy to good stuff, right?" He says with a wink.
"How'd ya get it?" She asks curiously, sipping the new wine.
"Killed a Deep Dragon." He says nonchalantly, taking a sip from his glass.
"Alright worked for it, wasn't gifted it for doing nothing, so your cool." She takes a moment to adjust to the taste of wine, as its always stronger alcohols for him.
He chuckles slightly. "I still carry some of the scars from that battle, although I can't exactly show them here." He smiles wryly. "But yes, I worked and bled for what I have, more than most people will probably."
"Depends on how bad they are, but I probably get close for living amounts, unless it's you look like you should be dead damaged, then I'm a bit behind." She looks into the wine again, this time looking back on life.
"It bit me." Is all he says. "That, and I've been hunted by my own people almost the entirety of my life. I'm a rogue Drow; an outcast. Bregan D'Aerthe even hunts me." He takes a long drink from his glass.
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*I'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.)
"I... My siblings unleashed war upon my realm, by killing my mom Infront of my eyes. Death and destruction we all brought, some till the end...... Even me for a time."
Phantom nods slowly. "Then we are indeed rather similar." He pauses as though there is something else he wants to say, but he doesn't, instead he sits back down with a sign.
"Look, whatever you tell me I won't tell anyone.......... Or if you don't want to do that, then I would love to know how you chose your humanoid form?"
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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."
"You a sorcerer?"
"Good. You seem less drunk."
"Yes actually, that Phoenix I mentioned? They granted me abilities, surprisingly it works similar to those who got such abilities from a Dragon." She says as the paper peacefully burns up into some ash. *The reason she says that cuz she's just a tinkered with Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer.*
"Yeah, don't take last night, or whenever that was, as how I am in general." She still looks into the shiny necklace.
"Mmm...I see. On a scale of one to ten, how strong are you?"
"Aw, I liked you last time. Any chance I get to see you loose like last time?"
"Hm, what's 1 & what's 10 equivalent to?"
"Oh haha funny drunk elf go brrr is that it? You're lucky it feels nice dammit."
"One is just starting out *level one* and ten is master of the universe *level 20*. Feel free to use half's and whatnot."
"Mmm... Want to see a little trick?" They say, laughing slightly
"Hm, 10, but not the universe in control, but more like the power of the sun in the palm of my hand."
"What?"
*Level 20* "Mmm... Want to demonstrate?"
They shift to a handsome elf, their clothes changing ever so slightly. "You like it?"
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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.*
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.)
"I... My siblings unleashed war upon my realm, by killing my mom Infront of my eyes. Death and destruction we all brought, some till the end...... Even me for a time."
Phantom nods slowly. "Then we are indeed rather similar." He pauses as though there is something else he wants to say, but he doesn't, instead he sits back down with a sign.
"Look, whatever you tell me I won't tell anyone.......... Or if you don't want to do that, then I would love to know how you chose your humanoid form?"
He smiles ever so slightly. "You would've fit in perfectly with me and Caelum. She would've loved to have met you, Gwen." A single tear falls from his eye.
*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.)
"I... My siblings unleashed war upon my realm, by killing my mom Infront of my eyes. Death and destruction we all brought, some till the end...... Even me for a time."
Phantom nods slowly. "Then we are indeed rather similar." He pauses as though there is something else he wants to say, but he doesn't, instead he sits back down with a sign.
"Look, whatever you tell me I won't tell anyone.......... Or if you don't want to do that, then I would love to know how you chose your humanoid form?"
He smiles ever so slightly. "You would've fit in perfectly with me and Caelum. She would've loved to have met you, Gwen." A single tear falls from his eye.
They think for a bit, hugging them. "Which afterlife are they in?"
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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.*
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.)
"I... My siblings unleashed war upon my realm, by killing my mom Infront of my eyes. Death and destruction we all brought, some till the end...... Even me for a time."
Phantom nods slowly. "Then we are indeed rather similar." He pauses as though there is something else he wants to say, but he doesn't, instead he sits back down with a sign.
"Look, whatever you tell me I won't tell anyone.......... Or if you don't want to do that, then I would love to know how you chose your humanoid form?"
He smiles ever so slightly. "You would've fit in perfectly with me and Caelum. She would've loved to have met you, Gwen." A single tear falls from his eye.
They think for a bit, hugging them. "Which afterlife are they in?"
"That...is complicated..." He sighs. "She isn't in any of them, and yet I will still be with her again someday." He snorts. "I don't even understand it, so don't ask me to explain..."
"Hm, 10, but not the universe in control, but more like the power of the sun in the palm of my hand."
"What?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Alright worked for it, wasn't gifted it for doing nothing, so your cool." She takes a moment to adjust to the taste of wine, as its always stronger alcohols for him.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Phantom nods slowly. "Then we are indeed rather similar." He pauses as though there is something else he wants to say, but he doesn't, instead he sits back down with a sign.
He chuckles slightly. "I still carry some of the scars from that battle, although I can't exactly show them here." He smiles wryly. "But yes, I worked and bled for what I have, more than most people will probably."
"Depends on how bad they are, but I probably get close for living amounts, unless it's you look like you should be dead damaged, then I'm a bit behind." She looks into the wine again, this time looking back on life.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Okay this was nice but I need to go now, bye bye! see you all tomorrow!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"It bit me." Is all he says. "That, and I've been hunted by my own people almost the entirety of my life. I'm a rogue Drow; an outcast. Bregan D'Aerthe even hunts me." He takes a long drink from his glass.
*Cya!*
*Am I alone again?*
*...*
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)
Soldaer is walking the palace halls, smiling slightly.
Phantom is either in his lair or sitting on the couch in the tavern (Via Timewarps)
Iralias/Yazrin are both available (Interchangeable/your choice)
"Look, whatever you tell me I won't tell anyone.......... Or if you don't want to do that, then I would love to know how you chose your humanoid form?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yacatl walks over, waving to them while fiddling with some gears
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Level 20* "Mmm... Want to demonstrate?"
They shift to a handsome elf, their clothes changing ever so slightly. "You like it?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yazrin smiles slightly, drinking from a glass of red-tinged Feywine.
He smiles ever so slightly. "You would've fit in perfectly with me and Caelum. She would've loved to have met you, Gwen." A single tear falls from his eye.
They think for a bit, hugging them. "Which afterlife are they in?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yacatl looks at the wine, intrigued. "How goes it?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"That...is complicated..." He sighs. "She isn't in any of them, and yet I will still be with her again someday." He snorts. "I don't even understand it, so don't ask me to explain..."
He shrugs. "It goes." He sets the glass down on the bar next to a bottle.