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! So, my last couple weeks of school, I got until the 8th, so that'll be the day I get off... permanently until next school year or if I get a phone.*
Zylna is sitting in the rafters.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
-don't know who to put here yet-
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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.
*MORNING! So, my last couple weeks of school, I got until the 8th, so that'll be the day I get off... permanently until next school year or if I get a phone.*
Zylna is sitting in the rafters.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
-don't know who to put here yet-
Stroth is upstairs, sleeping in his room. His door is open so people can go in if they want but they wouldn't find anything of value. he was waking up by rolling off the side of the bed.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*MORNING! So, my last couple weeks of school, I got until the 8th, so that'll be the day I get off... permanently until next school year or if I get a phone.*
Zylna is sitting in the rafters.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
-don't know who to put here yet-
*alright, let's have some fun till then!*
Spectacle waves, knowing to wait until she's done her coffee.
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 Characters (Outdated)
Stroth is upstairs, asleep in his room. The door to his room is wide open so people could come in, Stroth honestly did not care as long as they didn't wake him. He was half on the floor and half on the bed. He wore no shirt, long pajama bottoms, and his hair was a fluffy wreck.
Lore is weaving outside. Her hair, for the first time in awhile, is tied up in a bun, the bun being made of tiny braided hairs she did by herself. She was dressed in a hin white blouse to stay cool in the blazing warm weather, a pair of black shorts, and no shoes. Nicky and Elmo laid beside her, panting.
Yuri is in stasis until Alaric gets himself on.
*hi!!!!!!!!*
Raillen sees this as he walks by, getting a smirk on her face as she sees this as a way to get free stuff. She sneaks in *Stealth: 30, also here's his description*
He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless gloves he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. *this took too long to find.*
*All of his stuff is hidden but the stealth works.*
He rolls over in his sleep but doesn't see to notice her.
He snoops around, looking for anything that looks of value or interest
Perception: 12
*Change that to Investigation*
* 👍: 2*
*nicely done but also o o f*
He finds nothing of value, in fact, the room looks bare.
He throws her hands up in a silent 'welp, guess I'm screwed' before making her way out, tripping in a thud before he gets to the door.
Stroth rolls over again, coughing a bit, waking up. He rubs his eyes a bit but the darkness of the room covers Raillen,
*Especially since she has the 'One With Shadows' Eldritch Invocation, so that makes him invisible if he's still in dim light, shadow, or darkness.*
He lays there invisible, not teleporting out because there's no shadows in the hall to do so to. *shadow Magic Sorcerer feat Shadow Walk.*
*oooooooh*
Stroth rubs his eyes "Allegro, lend me your eyes" he said. Suddenly his eyes aren't his own anymore. (Devils sight: Warlock).
He just remember he has two teleprtation spells, casting misty step with Subtle Casting *metamagic*, only being seen through devil's sight for a moment as mist fill they spot she was, He now stands in the hall.
Stroth narrows his eyes "just because my door is open doesn't mean you should try and steal" he said and peered out into the hall.
"[1gp], well its so Inviting, what purpose does it have being open if not that?" He says, not trying to hide anymore.
Stroth is upstairs, asleep in his room. The door to his room is wide open so people could come in, Stroth honestly did not care as long as they didn't wake him. He was half on the floor and half on the bed. He wore no shirt, long pajama bottoms, and his hair was a fluffy wreck.
Lore is weaving outside. Her hair, for the first time in awhile, is tied up in a bun, the bun being made of tiny braided hairs she did by herself. She was dressed in a hin white blouse to stay cool in the blazing warm weather, a pair of black shorts, and no shoes. Nicky and Elmo laid beside her, panting.
Yuri is in stasis until Alaric gets himself on.
*hi!!!!!!!!*
Raillen sees this as he walks by, getting a smirk on her face as she sees this as a way to get free stuff. She sneaks in *Stealth: 30, also here's his description*
He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless gloves he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. *this took too long to find.*
*All of his stuff is hidden but the stealth works.*
He rolls over in his sleep but doesn't see to notice her.
He snoops around, looking for anything that looks of value or interest
Perception: 12
*Change that to Investigation*
* 👍: 2*
*nicely done but also o o f*
He finds nothing of value, in fact, the room looks bare.
He throws her hands up in a silent 'welp, guess I'm screwed' before making her way out, tripping in a thud before he gets to the door.
Stroth rolls over again, coughing a bit, waking up. He rubs his eyes a bit but the darkness of the room covers Raillen,
*Especially since she has the 'One With Shadows' Eldritch Invocation, so that makes him invisible if he's still in dim light, shadow, or darkness.*
He lays there invisible, not teleporting out because there's no shadows in the hall to do so to. *shadow Magic Sorcerer feat Shadow Walk.*
*oooooooh*
Stroth rubs his eyes "Allegro, lend me your eyes" he said. Suddenly his eyes aren't his own anymore. (Devils sight: Warlock).
He just remember he has two teleprtation spells, casting misty step with Subtle Casting *metamagic*, only being seen through devil's sight for a moment as mist fill they spot she was, He now stands in the hall.
Stroth narrows his eyes "just because my door is open doesn't mean you should try and steal" he said and peered out into the hall.
"[1gp], well its so Inviting, what purpose does it have being open if not that?" He says, not trying to hide anymore.
"Because its my room, just because its open doesn't mean you should wander in and steal whatever is lying around."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
Stroth is upstairs, asleep in his room. The door to his room is wide open so people could come in, Stroth honestly did not care as long as they didn't wake him. He was half on the floor and half on the bed. He wore no shirt, long pajama bottoms, and his hair was a fluffy wreck.
Lore is weaving outside. Her hair, for the first time in awhile, is tied up in a bun, the bun being made of tiny braided hairs she did by herself. She was dressed in a hin white blouse to stay cool in the blazing warm weather, a pair of black shorts, and no shoes. Nicky and Elmo laid beside her, panting.
Yuri is in stasis until Alaric gets himself on.
*hi!!!!!!!!*
Raillen sees this as he walks by, getting a smirk on her face as she sees this as a way to get free stuff. She sneaks in *Stealth: 30, also here's his description*
He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless gloves he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. *this took too long to find.*
*All of his stuff is hidden but the stealth works.*
He rolls over in his sleep but doesn't see to notice her.
He snoops around, looking for anything that looks of value or interest
Perception: 12
*Change that to Investigation*
* 👍: 2*
*nicely done but also o o f*
He finds nothing of value, in fact, the room looks bare.
He throws her hands up in a silent 'welp, guess I'm screwed' before making her way out, tripping in a thud before he gets to the door.
Stroth rolls over again, coughing a bit, waking up. He rubs his eyes a bit but the darkness of the room covers Raillen,
*Especially since she has the 'One With Shadows' Eldritch Invocation, so that makes him invisible if he's still in dim light, shadow, or darkness.*
He lays there invisible, not teleporting out because there's no shadows in the hall to do so to. *shadow Magic Sorcerer feat Shadow Walk.*
*oooooooh*
Stroth rubs his eyes "Allegro, lend me your eyes" he said. Suddenly his eyes aren't his own anymore. (Devils sight: Warlock).
He just remember he has two teleprtation spells, casting misty step with Subtle Casting *metamagic*, only being seen through devil's sight for a moment as mist fill they spot she was, He now stands in the hall.
Stroth narrows his eyes "just because my door is open doesn't mean you should try and steal" he said and peered out into the hall.
"[1gp], well its so Inviting, what purpose does it have being open if not that?" He says, not trying to hide anymore.
"Because its my room, just because its open doesn't mean you should wander in and steal whatever is lying around."
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.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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)
Stroth is upstairs, asleep in his room. The door to his room is wide open so people could come in, Stroth honestly did not care as long as they didn't wake him. He was half on the floor and half on the bed. He wore no shirt, long pajama bottoms, and his hair was a fluffy wreck.
Lore is weaving outside. Her hair, for the first time in awhile, is tied up in a bun, the bun being made of tiny braided hairs she did by herself. She was dressed in a hin white blouse to stay cool in the blazing warm weather, a pair of black shorts, and no shoes. Nicky and Elmo laid beside her, panting.
Yuri is in stasis until Alaric gets himself on.
*hi!!!!!!!!*
Raillen sees this as he walks by, getting a smirk on her face as she sees this as a way to get free stuff. She sneaks in *Stealth: 30, also here's his description*
He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless gloves he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. *this took too long to find.*
*All of his stuff is hidden but the stealth works.*
He rolls over in his sleep but doesn't see to notice her.
He snoops around, looking for anything that looks of value or interest
Perception: 12
*Change that to Investigation*
* 👍: 2*
*nicely done but also o o f*
He finds nothing of value, in fact, the room looks bare.
He throws her hands up in a silent 'welp, guess I'm screwed' before making her way out, tripping in a thud before he gets to the door.
Stroth rolls over again, coughing a bit, waking up. He rubs his eyes a bit but the darkness of the room covers Raillen,
*Especially since she has the 'One With Shadows' Eldritch Invocation, so that makes him invisible if he's still in dim light, shadow, or darkness.*
He lays there invisible, not teleporting out because there's no shadows in the hall to do so to. *shadow Magic Sorcerer feat Shadow Walk.*
*oooooooh*
Stroth rubs his eyes "Allegro, lend me your eyes" he said. Suddenly his eyes aren't his own anymore. (Devils sight: Warlock).
He just remember he has two teleprtation spells, casting misty step with Subtle Casting *metamagic*, only being seen through devil's sight for a moment as mist fill they spot she was, He now stands in the hall.
Stroth narrows his eyes "just because my door is open doesn't mean you should try and steal" he said and peered out into the hall.
"[1gp], well its so Inviting, what purpose does it have being open if not that?" He says, not trying to hide anymore.
"Because its my room, just because its open doesn't mean you should wander in and steal whatever is lying around."
"I can do what I want."
"You keep doing that and you'll find a sword blade in your gut"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth is upstairs, asleep in his room. The door to his room is wide open so people could come in, Stroth honestly did not care as long as they didn't wake him. He was half on the floor and half on the bed. He wore no shirt, long pajama bottoms, and his hair was a fluffy wreck.
Lore is weaving outside. Her hair, for the first time in awhile, is tied up in a bun, the bun being made of tiny braided hairs she did by herself. She was dressed in a hin white blouse to stay cool in the blazing warm weather, a pair of black shorts, and no shoes. Nicky and Elmo laid beside her, panting.
Yuri is in stasis until Alaric gets himself on.
*hi!!!!!!!!*
Raillen sees this as he walks by, getting a smirk on her face as she sees this as a way to get free stuff. She sneaks in *Stealth: 30, also here's his description*
He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless gloves he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. *this took too long to find.*
*All of his stuff is hidden but the stealth works.*
He rolls over in his sleep but doesn't see to notice her.
He snoops around, looking for anything that looks of value or interest
Perception: 12
*Change that to Investigation*
* 👍: 2*
*nicely done but also o o f*
He finds nothing of value, in fact, the room looks bare.
He throws her hands up in a silent 'welp, guess I'm screwed' before making her way out, tripping in a thud before he gets to the door.
Stroth rolls over again, coughing a bit, waking up. He rubs his eyes a bit but the darkness of the room covers Raillen,
*Especially since she has the 'One With Shadows' Eldritch Invocation, so that makes him invisible if he's still in dim light, shadow, or darkness.*
He lays there invisible, not teleporting out because there's no shadows in the hall to do so to. *shadow Magic Sorcerer feat Shadow Walk.*
*oooooooh*
Stroth rubs his eyes "Allegro, lend me your eyes" he said. Suddenly his eyes aren't his own anymore. (Devils sight: Warlock).
He just remember he has two teleprtation spells, casting misty step with Subtle Casting *metamagic*, only being seen through devil's sight for a moment as mist fill they spot she was, He now stands in the hall.
Stroth narrows his eyes "just because my door is open doesn't mean you should try and steal" he said and peered out into the hall.
"[1gp], well its so Inviting, what purpose does it have being open if not that?" He says, not trying to hide anymore.
"Because its my room, just because its open doesn't mean you should wander in and steal whatever is lying around."
"I can do what I want."
"You keep doing that and you'll find a sword blade in your gut"
"Then they'll find a chromatic orb in their face."
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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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"Nice to see you. Got something to drink?"
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! So, my last couple weeks of school, I got until the 8th, so that'll be the day I get off... permanently until next school year or if I get a phone.*
Zylna is sitting in the rafters.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
-don't know who to put here yet-
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.
"Tumbleweed Vodka, that's it."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I'll try a little."
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.
Stroth is upstairs, sleeping in his room. His door is open so people can go in if they want but they wouldn't find anything of value. he was waking up by rolling off the side of the bed.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*alright, let's have some fun till then!*
Spectacle waves, knowing to wait until she's done her coffee.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Yo*
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)
"[1gp], well its so Inviting, what purpose does it have being open if not that?" He says, not trying to hide anymore.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Hi!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Because its my room, just because its open doesn't mean you should wander in and steal whatever is lying around."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I don't even know if you're legal age bucko."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Finch groans. "I'm thirsty."
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.
"I can do what I want."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Alcohol doesn't even quench thirst, it dries you out."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Can you get me some water?"
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.
*Good morning*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Hi!!*
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)
"You keep doing that and you'll find a sword blade in your gut"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hello!!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Then they'll find a chromatic orb in their face."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.