*Soldaer, Phantom, and Iralias or Yazrin are available for RP.*
*Hmmmmmmmmmm, hard to decide. Who are the latter two?*
*Iralias Duskryn, summer Eladrin bard and Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Drow Gloomstalker Ranger/Scout. I can provide better descriptions if you want.*
*Whats Iralias doing rn?*
*Sitting at the bar, drinking some Feywine. His guitar is slung over his shoulder.*
Zenix sits at a the bar a good couple seats away, ordering a glass of water oddly enough
A purple Faerie dragon glides down out of the rafters and lands on Iralias' shoulder. "Hello again, Zenix." Iralias says, taking another sip from his glass.
"Hm, Hello Iralias." Zenix nods. He has on his mask as usual, though its changed. When it was normally black with white circles around the eyes, its now a more greyish color all together
Iralias nods. "I finally remembered where I recognized you from: You used to be part of Titiana's court, didn't you?" He's not judgmental, oddly enough. He actually almost seems a little depressed.
"More than that. I was a consort of sort before i was... removed." He sighs, sipping his water, "Maybe it was a good life, i can barely recall at the moment."
Iralias nods again. "Yes, I remember you. I rather liked you, and I never believed Yuri's...accusations against you." He looks down into his glass. "I was Titiana's chief bard though, and even that wouldn't have been enough to save you. I would've ended up joining you in exile instead..." He sighs, seeming a little ashamed almost.
"I don't blame you. If i'll be honest, i don't know what yuri told you about me before coming here, but it was likely true in some regard. You were kind to me, so i guess it makes sense you wouldn't exactly believe it all."
Iralias actually smiles a bit. "Thank you, for the kind words, Zenix." He faces Zenix this time. "As for what Yuri said, I did my best to put it from my mind."
zenix nods, seeming to smile the tinyest bit under the mask, "That is nice of you, but i guess it doesn't matter as much now, since yuri is abandoning the court, as much as i am unsure she should."
Iralias sighs and nods. "I see we are both of same mind in that regard at least, my friend." I hope he doesn't mind me calling him friend...He thinks to himself.
"I care for her, more than i do most." He says, not commenting on the 'friend' bit,
He nods again. "I could tell. So did most, and this...change in her is definitely worrying me." He takes a drink from his glass.
"Why? As long as she is of no harm to herself, all should be fine."
"Because...this isn't how she is, or at least how she is supposed to be." He shrugs. "But, I won't rehash this." He chuckles and takes another drink.
"People change i guess."
He shrugs and nods. "Perhaps, but not usually this fast or drastically."
"She's good at..... hiding emotions. Maybe this was happening anyways, and it just bled through now"
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)
Yacatl walks over, waving to them while fiddling with some gears
Yazrin smiles slightly, drinking from a glass of red-tinged Feywine.
Yacatl looks at the wine, intrigued. "How goes it?"
He shrugs. "It goes." He sets the glass down on the bar next to a bottle.
"I see... Mind if I have some to drink?" They say, motioning to the bottle
Yazrin smiles. "Go ahead."
He takes a sample, pours some golden dust into it and mixes it with the potion. "Thanks. So... How is Riley?"
*It's rather strong Feywine with a spiced Cherry undercurrant.*
Yazrin chuckles slightly. "I honestly don't know. I haven't seen her in a week or so, and haven't heard from the other......entity, in at least as long."
*And brewed in the feywild?*
"Mmm... Is that a good thing or bad thing?" They say, looking at their concoction
*Nope. This is something they have at the bar.*
Yazrin shrugs. "Both, I guess. Good that I'm not being harassed by that entity to do something I didn't ever want to do, and bad because I don't know where Riley is, or what's happened to her, or anything of the sort."
*That doesn't mean it wasn't fermented in the wilds*
"Mmm... Want me to help look for her?"
He shrugs again. "Hopefully she'll turn up soon. If not, I'll move on..." He doesn't sound entirely sure.
"Look, 'absence makes the heart grow founder'. If she is gone, then you can idolize her. Wash away all her flaws."
"Memories, even idolized ones, don't help keep your bed warm at night." He scoffs a bit cynically.
"Mmm... I could pay you. Pay you to get things for me................. If you are open to it." Yacatl says, trying to sound friendly
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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..."
"Mmm... I think I know what she means, but then again I could be wrong." They think for a while. "You would love to meet Auntie if she would calm down, and there are other what ifs that I am sure would bring us both joy... But don't try to escape reality. It never works."
He chuckles. "I know that, Gwen. I'm not trying to escape reality." He smiles wryly. "It's complicated, but somehow, she became her world's dragon deity. I don't know how, but she did."
"Well you believe in her right? You believe in her caringness and her wonder. A whole city knew of it. That belief is powerful, and it works... If that all makes sense."
Phantom nods and smiles a bit, another tear falling.
"Sorry..." They say, trying to change the conversation
Phantom smiles and lays a hand on her shoulder. "It's fine, Gwen. I need to face it all anyways, don't I?"
"Um.. I guess." They think for a bit. "So how is the city doing?"
He shrugs. "I haven't had too much time to check on it, but it should be doing fine. There are perfectly capable stewards and other rulers in place in my stead."
*Soldaer, Phantom, and Iralias or Yazrin are available for RP.*
*Hmmmmmmmmmm, hard to decide. Who are the latter two?*
*Iralias Duskryn, summer Eladrin bard and Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Drow Gloomstalker Ranger/Scout. I can provide better descriptions if you want.*
*Whats Iralias doing rn?*
*Sitting at the bar, drinking some Feywine. His guitar is slung over his shoulder.*
Zenix sits at a the bar a good couple seats away, ordering a glass of water oddly enough
A purple Faerie dragon glides down out of the rafters and lands on Iralias' shoulder. "Hello again, Zenix." Iralias says, taking another sip from his glass.
"Hm, Hello Iralias." Zenix nods. He has on his mask as usual, though its changed. When it was normally black with white circles around the eyes, its now a more greyish color all together
Iralias nods. "I finally remembered where I recognized you from: You used to be part of Titiana's court, didn't you?" He's not judgmental, oddly enough. He actually almost seems a little depressed.
"More than that. I was a consort of sort before i was... removed." He sighs, sipping his water, "Maybe it was a good life, i can barely recall at the moment."
Iralias nods again. "Yes, I remember you. I rather liked you, and I never believed Yuri's...accusations against you." He looks down into his glass. "I was Titiana's chief bard though, and even that wouldn't have been enough to save you. I would've ended up joining you in exile instead..." He sighs, seeming a little ashamed almost.
"I don't blame you. If i'll be honest, i don't know what yuri told you about me before coming here, but it was likely true in some regard. You were kind to me, so i guess it makes sense you wouldn't exactly believe it all."
Iralias actually smiles a bit. "Thank you, for the kind words, Zenix." He faces Zenix this time. "As for what Yuri said, I did my best to put it from my mind."
zenix nods, seeming to smile the tinyest bit under the mask, "That is nice of you, but i guess it doesn't matter as much now, since yuri is abandoning the court, as much as i am unsure she should."
Iralias sighs and nods. "I see we are both of same mind in that regard at least, my friend." I hope he doesn't mind me calling him friend...He thinks to himself.
"I care for her, more than i do most." He says, not commenting on the 'friend' bit,
He nods again. "I could tell. So did most, and this...change in her is definitely worrying me." He takes a drink from his glass.
"Why? As long as she is of no harm to herself, all should be fine."
"Because...this isn't how she is, or at least how she is supposed to be." He shrugs. "But, I won't rehash this." He chuckles and takes another drink.
"People change i guess."
He shrugs and nods. "Perhaps, but not usually this fast or drastically."
"She's good at..... hiding emotions. Maybe this was happening anyways, and it just bled through now"
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)
Yacatl walks over, waving to them while fiddling with some gears
Yazrin smiles slightly, drinking from a glass of red-tinged Feywine.
Yacatl looks at the wine, intrigued. "How goes it?"
He shrugs. "It goes." He sets the glass down on the bar next to a bottle.
"I see... Mind if I have some to drink?" They say, motioning to the bottle
Yazrin smiles. "Go ahead."
He takes a sample, pours some golden dust into it and mixes it with the potion. "Thanks. So... How is Riley?"
*It's rather strong Feywine with a spiced Cherry undercurrant.*
Yazrin chuckles slightly. "I honestly don't know. I haven't seen her in a week or so, and haven't heard from the other......entity, in at least as long."
*And brewed in the feywild?*
"Mmm... Is that a good thing or bad thing?" They say, looking at their concoction
*Nope. This is something they have at the bar.*
Yazrin shrugs. "Both, I guess. Good that I'm not being harassed by that entity to do something I didn't ever want to do, and bad because I don't know where Riley is, or what's happened to her, or anything of the sort."
*That doesn't mean it wasn't fermented in the wilds*
"Mmm... Want me to help look for her?"
He shrugs again. "Hopefully she'll turn up soon. If not, I'll move on..." He doesn't sound entirely sure.
"Look, 'absence makes the heart grow founder'. If she is gone, then you can idolize her. Wash away all her flaws."
"Memories, even idolized ones, don't help keep your bed warm at night." He scoffs a bit cynically.
"Mmm... I could pay you. Pay you to get things for me................. If you are open to it." Yacatl says, trying to sound friendly
"And what exactly are you talking about?" He asks, quite a bit confused.
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)
Yacatl walks over, waving to them while fiddling with some gears
Yazrin smiles slightly, drinking from a glass of red-tinged Feywine.
Yacatl looks at the wine, intrigued. "How goes it?"
He shrugs. "It goes." He sets the glass down on the bar next to a bottle.
"I see... Mind if I have some to drink?" They say, motioning to the bottle
Yazrin smiles. "Go ahead."
He takes a sample, pours some golden dust into it and mixes it with the potion. "Thanks. So... How is Riley?"
*It's rather strong Feywine with a spiced Cherry undercurrant.*
Yazrin chuckles slightly. "I honestly don't know. I haven't seen her in a week or so, and haven't heard from the other......entity, in at least as long."
*And brewed in the feywild?*
"Mmm... Is that a good thing or bad thing?" They say, looking at their concoction
*Nope. This is something they have at the bar.*
Yazrin shrugs. "Both, I guess. Good that I'm not being harassed by that entity to do something I didn't ever want to do, and bad because I don't know where Riley is, or what's happened to her, or anything of the sort."
*That doesn't mean it wasn't fermented in the wilds*
"Mmm... Want me to help look for her?"
He shrugs again. "Hopefully she'll turn up soon. If not, I'll move on..." He doesn't sound entirely sure.
"Look, 'absence makes the heart grow founder'. If she is gone, then you can idolize her. Wash away all her flaws."
"Memories, even idolized ones, don't help keep your bed warm at night." He scoffs a bit cynically.
"Mmm... I could pay you. Pay you to get things for me................. If you are open to it." Yacatl says, trying to sound friendly
"And what exactly are you talking about?" He asks, quite a bit confused.
"I could pay you to get materials for me to brew stuff... Or like a body guard or something. Get the bills paid."
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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..."
"Mmm... I think I know what she means, but then again I could be wrong." They think for a while. "You would love to meet Auntie if she would calm down, and there are other what ifs that I am sure would bring us both joy... But don't try to escape reality. It never works."
He chuckles. "I know that, Gwen. I'm not trying to escape reality." He smiles wryly. "It's complicated, but somehow, she became her world's dragon deity. I don't know how, but she did."
"Well you believe in her right? You believe in her caringness and her wonder. A whole city knew of it. That belief is powerful, and it works... If that all makes sense."
Phantom nods and smiles a bit, another tear falling.
"Sorry..." They say, trying to change the conversation
Phantom smiles and lays a hand on her shoulder. "It's fine, Gwen. I need to face it all anyways, don't I?"
"Um.. I guess." They think for a bit. "So how is the city doing?"
He shrugs. "I haven't had too much time to check on it, but it should be doing fine. There are perfectly capable stewards and other rulers in place in my stead."
"I see... I might have a favor to ask you. I am debating whether I should..."
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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
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)
Yacatl walks over, waving to them while fiddling with some gears
Yazrin smiles slightly, drinking from a glass of red-tinged Feywine.
Yacatl looks at the wine, intrigued. "How goes it?"
He shrugs. "It goes." He sets the glass down on the bar next to a bottle.
"I see... Mind if I have some to drink?" They say, motioning to the bottle
Yazrin smiles. "Go ahead."
He takes a sample, pours some golden dust into it and mixes it with the potion. "Thanks. So... How is Riley?"
*It's rather strong Feywine with a spiced Cherry undercurrant.*
Yazrin chuckles slightly. "I honestly don't know. I haven't seen her in a week or so, and haven't heard from the other......entity, in at least as long."
*And brewed in the feywild?*
"Mmm... Is that a good thing or bad thing?" They say, looking at their concoction
*Nope. This is something they have at the bar.*
Yazrin shrugs. "Both, I guess. Good that I'm not being harassed by that entity to do something I didn't ever want to do, and bad because I don't know where Riley is, or what's happened to her, or anything of the sort."
*That doesn't mean it wasn't fermented in the wilds*
"Mmm... Want me to help look for her?"
He shrugs again. "Hopefully she'll turn up soon. If not, I'll move on..." He doesn't sound entirely sure.
"Look, 'absence makes the heart grow founder'. If she is gone, then you can idolize her. Wash away all her flaws."
"Memories, even idolized ones, don't help keep your bed warm at night." He scoffs a bit cynically.
"Mmm... I could pay you. Pay you to get things for me................. If you are open to it." Yacatl says, trying to sound friendly
"And what exactly are you talking about?" He asks, quite a bit confused.
"I could pay you to get materials for me to brew stuff... Or like a body guard or something. Get the bills paid."
He chuckles and pulls a pouch off his belt, setting it on the bar. "Take a look inside." He says, smiling before taking another drink.
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)
Yacatl walks over, waving to them while fiddling with some gears
Yazrin smiles slightly, drinking from a glass of red-tinged Feywine.
Yacatl looks at the wine, intrigued. "How goes it?"
He shrugs. "It goes." He sets the glass down on the bar next to a bottle.
"I see... Mind if I have some to drink?" They say, motioning to the bottle
Yazrin smiles. "Go ahead."
He takes a sample, pours some golden dust into it and mixes it with the potion. "Thanks. So... How is Riley?"
*It's rather strong Feywine with a spiced Cherry undercurrant.*
Yazrin chuckles slightly. "I honestly don't know. I haven't seen her in a week or so, and haven't heard from the other......entity, in at least as long."
*And brewed in the feywild?*
"Mmm... Is that a good thing or bad thing?" They say, looking at their concoction
*Nope. This is something they have at the bar.*
Yazrin shrugs. "Both, I guess. Good that I'm not being harassed by that entity to do something I didn't ever want to do, and bad because I don't know where Riley is, or what's happened to her, or anything of the sort."
*That doesn't mean it wasn't fermented in the wilds*
"Mmm... Want me to help look for her?"
He shrugs again. "Hopefully she'll turn up soon. If not, I'll move on..." He doesn't sound entirely sure.
"Look, 'absence makes the heart grow founder'. If she is gone, then you can idolize her. Wash away all her flaws."
"Memories, even idolized ones, don't help keep your bed warm at night." He scoffs a bit cynically.
"Mmm... I could pay you. Pay you to get things for me................. If you are open to it." Yacatl says, trying to sound friendly
"And what exactly are you talking about?" He asks, quite a bit confused.
"I could pay you to get materials for me to brew stuff... Or like a body guard or something. Get the bills paid."
He chuckles and pulls a pouch off his belt, setting it on the bar. "Take a look inside." He says, smiling before taking another drink.
Yacatl does so, worrying that this might be a trick. "Sure..."
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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
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)
Yacatl walks over, waving to them while fiddling with some gears
Yazrin smiles slightly, drinking from a glass of red-tinged Feywine.
Yacatl looks at the wine, intrigued. "How goes it?"
He shrugs. "It goes." He sets the glass down on the bar next to a bottle.
"I see... Mind if I have some to drink?" They say, motioning to the bottle
Yazrin smiles. "Go ahead."
He takes a sample, pours some golden dust into it and mixes it with the potion. "Thanks. So... How is Riley?"
*It's rather strong Feywine with a spiced Cherry undercurrant.*
Yazrin chuckles slightly. "I honestly don't know. I haven't seen her in a week or so, and haven't heard from the other......entity, in at least as long."
*And brewed in the feywild?*
"Mmm... Is that a good thing or bad thing?" They say, looking at their concoction
*Nope. This is something they have at the bar.*
Yazrin shrugs. "Both, I guess. Good that I'm not being harassed by that entity to do something I didn't ever want to do, and bad because I don't know where Riley is, or what's happened to her, or anything of the sort."
*That doesn't mean it wasn't fermented in the wilds*
"Mmm... Want me to help look for her?"
He shrugs again. "Hopefully she'll turn up soon. If not, I'll move on..." He doesn't sound entirely sure.
"Look, 'absence makes the heart grow founder'. If she is gone, then you can idolize her. Wash away all her flaws."
"Memories, even idolized ones, don't help keep your bed warm at night." He scoffs a bit cynically.
"Mmm... I could pay you. Pay you to get things for me................. If you are open to it." Yacatl says, trying to sound friendly
"And what exactly are you talking about?" He asks, quite a bit confused.
"I could pay you to get materials for me to brew stuff... Or like a body guard or something. Get the bills paid."
He chuckles and pulls a pouch off his belt, setting it on the bar. "Take a look inside." He says, smiling before taking another drink.
Yacatl does so, worrying that this might be a trick. "Sure..."
Inside, there's at least 100 platinum pieces. Yazrin grins. "I'm not in need of money, Yacatl. I have the hoard of a Deep Dragon at my disposal, although it cost me much in pain and blood to defeat that particular enemy."
A gunshot is heard at the doorway. Standing there is a... Very familiar woman. She seems elven with blue eyes and long blonde hair. She wears a large brimmed hat, boots with golden spurs, and a handkerchief over the lower half of her face. She has on a dirty leather vest, and holds a pistol of some kind. Her eyes glare around the room, taking in details as she walks in slowly. She slowly pulls the handkerchief down, sitting at the bar
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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)
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 gunshot is heard at the doorway. Standing there is a... Very familiar woman. She seems elven with blue eyes and long blonde hair. She wears a large brimmed hat, boots with golden spurs, and a handkerchief over the lower half of her face. She has on a dirty leather vest, and holds a pistol of some kind. Her eyes glare around the room, taking in details as she walks in slowly. She slowly pulls the handkerchief down, sitting at the bar
Yazrin, Iralias, and Lhurr are all at the bar. (You choose who to interact with.)
A gunshot is heard at the doorway. Standing there is a... Very familiar woman. She seems elven with blue eyes and long blonde hair. She wears a large brimmed hat, boots with golden spurs, and a handkerchief over the lower half of her face. She has on a dirty leather vest, and holds a pistol of some kind. Her eyes glare around the room, taking in details as she walks in slowly. She slowly pulls the handkerchief down, sitting at the bar
Yazrin, Iralias, and Lhurr are all at the bar. (You choose who to interact with.)
"Hmm.... You" the woman points the pistol at Yazrin "Who are you?" Her resemblance to E is.. Uncanny. Visually and in voice
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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 gunshot is heard at the doorway. Standing there is a... Very familiar woman. She seems elven with blue eyes and long blonde hair. She wears a large brimmed hat, boots with golden spurs, and a handkerchief over the lower half of her face. She has on a dirty leather vest, and holds a pistol of some kind. Her eyes glare around the room, taking in details as she walks in slowly. She slowly pulls the handkerchief down, sitting at the bar
Yazrin, Iralias, and Lhurr are all at the bar. (You choose who to interact with.)
"Hmm.... You" the woman points the pistol at Yazrin "Who are you?" Her resemblance to E is.. Uncanny. Visually and in voice
Yazrin swivels in his seat. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. You look very, very much like someone I know."
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"She's good at..... hiding emotions. Maybe this was happening anyways, and it just bled through now"
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
"That i am unsure about"
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
"Mmm... I could pay you. Pay you to get things for me................. If you are open to it." Yacatl says, trying to sound friendly
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He shrugs. "I haven't had too much time to check on it, but it should be doing fine. There are perfectly capable stewards and other rulers in place in my stead."
"Mmm... May I know how it settled?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He smiles wryly. "True..."
"And what exactly are you talking about?" He asks, quite a bit confused.
"I could pay you to get materials for me to brew stuff... Or like a body guard or something. Get the bills paid."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I see... I might have a favor to ask you. I am debating whether I should..."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He chuckles and pulls a pouch off his belt, setting it on the bar. "Take a look inside." He says, smiling before taking another drink.
Yacatl does so, worrying that this might be a trick. "Sure..."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Inside, there's at least 100 platinum pieces. Yazrin grins. "I'm not in need of money, Yacatl. I have the hoard of a Deep Dragon at my disposal, although it cost me much in pain and blood to defeat that particular enemy."
*The time has come!!!*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Good Luck ghost!*
*Chris, you still on?*
A gunshot is heard at the doorway. Standing there is a... Very familiar woman. She seems elven with blue eyes and long blonde hair. She wears a large brimmed hat, boots with golden spurs, and a handkerchief over the lower half of her face. She has on a dirty leather vest, and holds a pistol of some kind. Her eyes glare around the room, taking in details as she walks in slowly. She slowly pulls the handkerchief down, sitting at the bar
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!
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*Yup*
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!
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Yazrin, Iralias, and Lhurr are all at the bar. (You choose who to interact with.)
"Hmm.... You" the woman points the pistol at Yazrin "Who are you?" Her resemblance to E is.. Uncanny. Visually and in voice
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!
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Yazrin swivels in his seat. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. You look very, very much like someone I know."