Nerima is with -forgot pseudodragon's name already, sorry-
-insert whoever for now-
A familiar voice says from next to them, "Well hello there beautiful."
She looks over, smiling. "Hello there, handsome."
Iralias smiles and leans over to give her a kiss. "I had a lot of fun the other night." He says with a mischievous grin.
She chuckled, setting her book down. "Me too."
He chuckles and sits down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I will say this, you almost make me want to settle with one person, it was that much fun. Almost." He says with a grin.
"Good, because I'd hate to break your heart."
He laughs and kisses her again.
She accepts the kiss and went back to reading her book.
"Not interested in having fun right now, I see." He chuckles, and stands back up. "I'll see you around then, V."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she chuckles. "I just got really interested in this book. So, fun is what you were after?"
He grins mischievously. "Perhaps...."
She giggled at his grin and stood up. "Alright, let me get something to drink first to wake myself up."
He takes her hand and leads her over to the bar. "Anything in particular?" he asks with a wink as he tosses a platinum piece up in the air.
She caught the coin before him and set it down. "How does a medley sound?"
He grins. "Like an adventure."
She chuckled, and ordered a bunch of different drinks to mix.
He smiles, and lets her do her thing now.
She somehow mixes e v e r y t h i n g into two cups. "First to be able to drink theirs wins!" She slides him one.
He takes it. "Bottoms up!" He says with a grin and a wink. 12 con save
She chuckles, downing hers with him. 9 , 15 *ADVANTAGE AGAINST BEING POISONED BABY*
*Yeah, a tiefling, of course you do. Iralias just has a freaking +9 in con save, lol.*
"No problem." He says, laughing.
*A +9, yet lower roll. Gotta love it.*
She laughs with him. "Really? Could you take another one?"
He grins. "Go ahead." He laughs. "I can take another if you can."
She grins and makes them another cup of the conglomeration of drinks.
He chuckles. When she finishes, he takes one of the cups, and raises it. "Bottoms Up!" 18
She raises her as well. "To having fun~" 17 , 20
He sets the now-empty glass down on the counter. "Up for another?" He asks with a grin.
"As long as you are." She made them a couple more.
He laughs, and takes his glass from her when she's done. "Here's to having fun." He says with a grin, downing it. 21
She laughs and drink hers down. 18 , 7
He chuckles. "Up for more? Or would you rather head upstairs now?"
She giggled, smiling widely. "Oh, I've been ready, I was just waiting to see how long you could be patient."
He grins. "I can be patient. I was waiting for you." He laughs.
"Oh, how gentlemanly! That earns you some bonus points..."
He smiles. "Oh really...? I think I like the sound of that." He grins. "Well, shall we head upstairs then?" He stands up, and offers her his arm.
She took his arms. "Yes, we can."
He grins and leads her upstairs. "I think I remember which room is yours..." He says, stopping in front of her door, and kissing her before opening it and pulling them both inside.
The doorway re-opens and spits out Zylna, closing suddenly again.
Zylna lands on her back, dazed for a moment. Then, she jumped up and ran over to where the doorway was, pounding on the ground and yelling obscenities.
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"Thank you. I think a few healing potions should dissolve them."
*Is this how this works?*
"Excuse me? Would a sword dissolve if you took a healing potion while it was in you?"
*I guess not*
"I don't know the mechanics of magic! Please take the silver bullets out of me then!`"
"One second." He goes to his room, loud & pletiniful puppy yipping can be heard a few moments after, they stop, & he comes down with a tinkerers kit, placing it on the table, "Hey why did you specify 'silver bullets' when you said that?" He says rummaging through the small toolbox.
*lol*
"Just get them out. It hurts."
"Ahah," He pulls out a small stiff metal stick with a magnet on the end, its all really slim & only about 1 cm. in diameter, "Alright where are the wounds, unless yer takin' them out."
"We shouldn't do this in the tavern main room, eh?"
"Your room, Kyle will be too much."
Finch walks upstairs and unlocks his door. His room is empty, with a pile of small twigs in one corner and a nicely made bed.
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.
"Thank you. I think a few healing potions should dissolve them."
*Is this how this works?*
"Excuse me? Would a sword dissolve if you took a healing potion while it was in you?"
*I guess not*
"I don't know the mechanics of magic! Please take the silver bullets out of me then!`"
"One second." He goes to his room, loud & pletiniful puppy yipping can be heard a few moments after, they stop, & he comes down with a tinkerers kit, placing it on the table, "Hey why did you specify 'silver bullets' when you said that?" He says rummaging through the small toolbox.
*lol*
"Just get them out. It hurts."
"Ahah," He pulls out a small stiff metal stick with a magnet on the end, its all really slim & only about 1 cm. in diameter, "Alright where are the wounds, unless yer takin' them out."
"We shouldn't do this in the tavern main room, eh?"
"Your room, Kyle will be too much."
Finch walks upstairs and unlocks his door. His room is empty, with a pile of small twigs in one corner and a nicely made bed.
"Alright, show me the wounds." He says, only seriousness in his voice as he closes the door behind him.
He grins and leads her upstairs. "I think I remember which room is yours..." He says, stopping in front of her door, and kissing her before opening it and pulling them both inside.
*Aannddd..fade-to-black*
*Yep*
V lays curled up in her blankets, a large dopey smile on her face.
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The doorway re-opens and spits out Zylna, closing suddenly again.
Zylna lands on her back, dazed for a moment. Then, she jumped up and ran over to where the doorway was, pounding on the ground and yelling obscenities.
Stroth's voice enters her mind "I'll be ok, i swear upon everything i have"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Thank you. I think a few healing potions should dissolve them."
*Is this how this works?*
"Excuse me? Would a sword dissolve if you took a healing potion while it was in you?"
*I guess not*
"I don't know the mechanics of magic! Please take the silver bullets out of me then!`"
"One second." He goes to his room, loud & pletiniful puppy yipping can be heard a few moments after, they stop, & he comes down with a tinkerers kit, placing it on the table, "Hey why did you specify 'silver bullets' when you said that?" He says rummaging through the small toolbox.
*lol*
"Just get them out. It hurts."
"Ahah," He pulls out a small stiff metal stick with a magnet on the end, its all really slim & only about 1 cm. in diameter, "Alright where are the wounds, unless yer takin' them out."
"We shouldn't do this in the tavern main room, eh?"
"Your room, Kyle will be too much."
Finch walks upstairs and unlocks his door. His room is empty, with a pile of small twigs in one corner and a nicely made bed.
"Alright, show me the wounds." He says, only seriousness in his voice as he closes the door behind him.
Finch nods and pulls his shirt off. *How many shots did jeremiah fire?*
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.
The storm has.... Strangely paused abruptly. The sky stands clear, the creature now in full view
Hey storm! What's up?
It sounds... Tired (What... Is it that you want?)
Just wondering what's up. Did someone offer you a better deal? Why did you stop? Honestly, I like rain. It's fun.
(Something... Blocks me, currently... Im unsure what)
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"Thank you. I think a few healing potions should dissolve them."
*Is this how this works?*
"Excuse me? Would a sword dissolve if you took a healing potion while it was in you?"
*I guess not*
"I don't know the mechanics of magic! Please take the silver bullets out of me then!`"
"One second." He goes to his room, loud & pletiniful puppy yipping can be heard a few moments after, they stop, & he comes down with a tinkerers kit, placing it on the table, "Hey why did you specify 'silver bullets' when you said that?" He says rummaging through the small toolbox.
*lol*
"Just get them out. It hurts."
"Ahah," He pulls out a small stiff metal stick with a magnet on the end, its all really slim & only about 1 cm. in diameter, "Alright where are the wounds, unless yer takin' them out."
"We shouldn't do this in the tavern main room, eh?"
"Your room, Kyle will be too much."
Finch walks upstairs and unlocks his door. His room is empty, with a pile of small twigs in one corner and a nicely made bed.
"Alright, show me the wounds." He says, only seriousness in his voice as he closes the door behind him.
Finch nods and pulls his shirt off. *How many shots did jeremiah fire?*
Yuri was walking around outside, watching birds in the rainy dark sky. (I assume chris is keeping it rainy?)
Stroth is in his demiplane with Zylna, taking care of the medallion.
Sinclair is watching people outside, sipping wine.
V is with Iralias.
Teruo is chilling under a thick tree, sharpening and cleaning his katana.
Zylna is with Stroth.
Yuri peers at Teruo before suddenly teleporting besides him.
Other than a flick of his ear, he doesn't physically react. "Hey, Yuri. Have fun with the bird?"
"Yes, destroying his life proves to be easy"
A long shiiink rang out as his sharpening stone ran along the entire blade. "So I suppose you've come to tell me about how you prefer him?"
"Hah! that is a funny joke" she responded "I love everyone equally"
He dryly chuckled. "So he was right about me just being a toy for you?"
"No, i love you but i love everyone because everyone is different"
The rag he was running along his blade paused, then he spoke in a soft, but understanding, voice. "So, I'm just not good enough, then?"
"I never said that' she said and poked his cheek
"You didn't have to." He sighed and stood up, sheathing his katana. "It's alright if I'm not good enough for you, I understand. The bird who's beaten me in battle, the bird who's probably known you for much longer, is your preference. It's alright." He started walking off.
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The doorway re-opens and spits out Zylna, closing suddenly again.
Zylna lands on her back, dazed for a moment. Then, she jumped up and ran over to where the doorway was, pounding on the ground and yelling obscenities.
Stroth's voice enters her mind "I'll be ok, i swear upon everything i have"
I don't care! It's just a stupid necklace! It's not worth your life, you idiot!
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He grins and leads her upstairs. "I think I remember which room is yours..." He says, stopping in front of her door, and kissing her before opening it and pulling them both inside.
*Aannddd..fade-to-black*
*Yep*
V lays curled up in her blankets, a large dopey smile on her face.
Iralias is standing to the side, smiling and breathing a little heavily. "Well, can't say I've done that before." He says, chuckling. He walks over and runs a finger teasingly along one of her wings before turning and gathering his stuff.
Yuri was walking around outside, watching birds in the rainy dark sky. (I assume chris is keeping it rainy?)
Stroth is in his demiplane with Zylna, taking care of the medallion.
Sinclair is watching people outside, sipping wine.
V is with Iralias.
Teruo is chilling under a thick tree, sharpening and cleaning his katana.
Zylna is with Stroth.
Yuri peers at Teruo before suddenly teleporting besides him.
Other than a flick of his ear, he doesn't physically react. "Hey, Yuri. Have fun with the bird?"
"Yes, destroying his life proves to be easy"
A long shiiink rang out as his sharpening stone ran along the entire blade. "So I suppose you've come to tell me about how you prefer him?"
"Hah! that is a funny joke" she responded "I love everyone equally"
He dryly chuckled. "So he was right about me just being a toy for you?"
"No, i love you but i love everyone because everyone is different"
The rag he was running along his blade paused, then he spoke in a soft, but understanding, voice. "So, I'm just not good enough, then?"
"I never said that' she said and poked his cheek
"You didn't have to." He sighed and stood up, sheathing his katana. "It's alright if I'm not good enough for you, I understand. The bird who's beaten me in battle, the bird who's probably known you for much longer, is your preference. It's alright." He started walking off.
He is suddenly tackled by something (Make a STR save). It grips around his arms and legs, waist and neck, pulling him down and locking him into the ground. Yuri smiles and walks over "Im not letting you go that easily"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He grins and leads her upstairs. "I think I remember which room is yours..." He says, stopping in front of her door, and kissing her before opening it and pulling them both inside.
*Aannddd..fade-to-black*
*Yep*
V lays curled up in her blankets, a large dopey smile on her face.
Iralias is standing to the side, smiling and breathing a little heavily. "Well, can't say I've done that before." He says, chuckling. He walks over and runs a finger teasingly along one of her wings before turning and gathering his stuff.
He wing flaps in response and she chuckles. "Until next time, then." She yawns a bit.
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Yuri was walking around outside, watching birds in the rainy dark sky. (I assume chris is keeping it rainy?)
Stroth is in his demiplane with Zylna, taking care of the medallion.
Sinclair is watching people outside, sipping wine.
V is with Iralias.
Teruo is chilling under a thick tree, sharpening and cleaning his katana.
Zylna is with Stroth.
Yuri peers at Teruo before suddenly teleporting besides him.
Other than a flick of his ear, he doesn't physically react. "Hey, Yuri. Have fun with the bird?"
"Yes, destroying his life proves to be easy"
A long shiiink rang out as his sharpening stone ran along the entire blade. "So I suppose you've come to tell me about how you prefer him?"
"Hah! that is a funny joke" she responded "I love everyone equally"
He dryly chuckled. "So he was right about me just being a toy for you?"
"No, i love you but i love everyone because everyone is different"
The rag he was running along his blade paused, then he spoke in a soft, but understanding, voice. "So, I'm just not good enough, then?"
"I never said that' she said and poked his cheek
"You didn't have to." He sighed and stood up, sheathing his katana. "It's alright if I'm not good enough for you, I understand. The bird who's beaten me in battle, the bird who's probably known you for much longer, is your preference. It's alright." He started walking off.
He is suddenly tackled by something (Make a STR save). It grips around his arms and legs, waist and neck, pulling him down and locking him into the ground. Yuri smiles and walks over "Im not letting you go that easily"
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"Wha-" He's just confused at this point.
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"No, i love you but i love everyone because everyone is different"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He grins and leads her upstairs. "I think I remember which room is yours..." He says, stopping in front of her door, and kissing her before opening it and pulling them both inside.
*Aannddd..fade-to-black*
Zylna lands on her back, dazed for a moment. Then, she jumped up and ran over to where the doorway was, pounding on the ground and yelling obscenities.
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Finch walks upstairs and unlocks his door. His room is empty, with a pile of small twigs in one corner and a nicely made bed.
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(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.
The rag he was running along his blade paused, then he spoke in a soft, but understanding, voice. "So, I'm just not good enough, then?"
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Alright, show me the wounds." He says, only seriousness in his voice as he closes the door behind him.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I never said that' she said and poked his cheek
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yep*
V lays curled up in her blankets, a large dopey smile on her face.
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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.
Just wondering what's up. Did someone offer you a better deal? Why did you stop? Honestly, I like rain. It's fun.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Stroth's voice enters her mind "I'll be ok, i swear upon everything i have"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Finch nods and pulls his shirt off. *How many shots did jeremiah fire?*
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(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.
(Something... Blocks me, currently... Im unsure what)
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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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*How many hit?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"You didn't have to." He sighed and stood up, sheathing his katana. "It's alright if I'm not good enough for you, I understand. The bird who's beaten me in battle, the bird who's probably known you for much longer, is your preference. It's alright." He started walking off.
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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.
Hmm... Strange. I could help... Does it have anything to do with the green-veined woman?
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
I don't care! It's just a stupid necklace! It's not worth your life, you idiot!
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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.
Iralias is standing to the side, smiling and breathing a little heavily. "Well, can't say I've done that before." He says, chuckling. He walks over and runs a finger teasingly along one of her wings before turning and gathering his stuff.
He is suddenly tackled by something (Make a STR save). It grips around his arms and legs, waist and neck, pulling him down and locking him into the ground. Yuri smiles and walks over "Im not letting you go that easily"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He wing flaps in response and she chuckles. "Until next time, then." She yawns a bit.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"Wha-" He's just confused at this point.
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.