She's up about.... 7 hours later, heading out into the crisp morning air
Iralias, for once, is not up on stage. Instead, he is up in the lower branches of a tree, humming to himself as he watches the sunrise.
*Hows the guy who was hitting the training dummy?*
*Ahhh..Yazrin...yeah, 'Cuz timeskip, he'd be back at it, taking on three of them simultaneously. With his Bow. While their firing back.*
Hazel watch for a bit
His opening salvo, four arrows all of which seems to trail frost, hit on of the three targets, tow arrows square in the chest, a third finds the crease in the neck, and the fourth finds the slot in the visor. It drops in a pile of armor as the other two raise their crossbows and fire at Yazrin, who dives into a roll to the side before popping back to his feet.
*You are never alone. Not where you are current;y.*
*Hehehehehehehehe*
[[ .-_.- ]]
*Don't look out the window, ok? Would be reeeaaaal awkward.*
*Or in that one room no one ever goes into......*
[[ nobody seems to understand that my windows are opaque- I also live in a small house, the only room we don’t go into on a daily is stuffed with stuff]]
She's up about.... 7 hours later, heading out into the crisp morning air
Iralias, for once, is not up on stage. Instead, he is up in the lower branches of a tree, humming to himself as he watches the sunrise.
*Hows the guy who was hitting the training dummy?*
*Ahhh..Yazrin...yeah, 'Cuz timeskip, he'd be back at it, taking on three of them simultaneously. With his Bow. While their firing back.*
Hazel watch for a bit
His opening salvo, four arrows all of which seems to trail frost, hit on of the three targets, tow arrows square in the chest, a third finds the crease in the neck, and the fourth finds the slot in the visor. It drops in a pile of armor as the other two raise their crossbows and fire at Yazrin, who dives into a roll to the side before popping back to his feet.
She claps a bit as she watches, before eventually stepping into the training area, luring over a fifth dummy
She's up about.... 7 hours later, heading out into the crisp morning air
Iralias, for once, is not up on stage. Instead, he is up in the lower branches of a tree, humming to himself as he watches the sunrise.
*Hows the guy who was hitting the training dummy?*
*Ahhh..Yazrin...yeah, 'Cuz timeskip, he'd be back at it, taking on three of them simultaneously. With his Bow. While their firing back.*
Hazel watch for a bit
His opening salvo, four arrows all of which seems to trail frost, hit on of the three targets, tow arrows square in the chest, a third finds the crease in the neck, and the fourth finds the slot in the visor. It drops in a pile of armor as the other two raise their crossbows and fire at Yazrin, who dives into a roll to the side before popping back to his feet.
She claps a bit as she watches, before eventually stepping into the training area, luring over a fifth dummy
He smiles slightly at her applause, and nails the second target in the chest twice before diving again to dodge the crossbow bolts. He pops up, already running, and sprints into the woods, where he vanishes in the shadows. Another pair of crossbow bolts lodge into one of the tree trunks, but there's no sign of him. Suddenly two more arrows fly out of the trees, nailing the injured target in the chest again, the first one blasting clean through its chest. It joins the first one in a pile of armor on the ground.
She's up about.... 7 hours later, heading out into the crisp morning air
Iralias, for once, is not up on stage. Instead, he is up in the lower branches of a tree, humming to himself as he watches the sunrise.
*Hows the guy who was hitting the training dummy?*
*Ahhh..Yazrin...yeah, 'Cuz timeskip, he'd be back at it, taking on three of them simultaneously. With his Bow. While their firing back.*
Hazel watch for a bit
His opening salvo, four arrows all of which seems to trail frost, hit on of the three targets, tow arrows square in the chest, a third finds the crease in the neck, and the fourth finds the slot in the visor. It drops in a pile of armor as the other two raise their crossbows and fire at Yazrin, who dives into a roll to the side before popping back to his feet.
She claps a bit as she watches, before eventually stepping into the training area, luring over a fifth dummy
He smiles slightly at her applause, and nails the second target in the chest twice before diving again to dodge the crossbow bolts. He pops up, already running, and sprints into the woods, where he vanishes in the shadows. Another pair of crossbow bolts lodge into one of the tree trunks, but there's no sign of him. Suddenly two more arrows fly out of the trees, nailing the injured target in the chest again, the first one blasting clean through its chest. It joins the first one in a pile of armor on the ground.
She smiles, "pretty good shot," She says, side stepping an attack from one of the sword weilding attackers
She's up about.... 7 hours later, heading out into the crisp morning air
Iralias, for once, is not up on stage. Instead, he is up in the lower branches of a tree, humming to himself as he watches the sunrise.
*Hows the guy who was hitting the training dummy?*
*Ahhh..Yazrin...yeah, 'Cuz timeskip, he'd be back at it, taking on three of them simultaneously. With his Bow. While their firing back.*
Hazel watch for a bit
His opening salvo, four arrows all of which seems to trail frost, hit on of the three targets, tow arrows square in the chest, a third finds the crease in the neck, and the fourth finds the slot in the visor. It drops in a pile of armor as the other two raise their crossbows and fire at Yazrin, who dives into a roll to the side before popping back to his feet.
She claps a bit as she watches, before eventually stepping into the training area, luring over a fifth dummy
He smiles slightly at her applause, and nails the second target in the chest twice before diving again to dodge the crossbow bolts. He pops up, already running, and sprints into the woods, where he vanishes in the shadows. Another pair of crossbow bolts lodge into one of the tree trunks, but there's no sign of him. Suddenly two more arrows fly out of the trees, nailing the injured target in the chest again, the first one blasting clean through its chest. It joins the first one in a pile of armor on the ground.
She smiles, "pretty good shot," She says, side stepping an attack from one of the sword weilding attackers
Just wait, Hazel. Yazrin replies telepathically. The final target fires blindly into the woods, missing horribly as two arrows come streaking out of the woods about 10 feet away from where it fired the arrow at. Yazrin was obviously on the move already as he fired, as he become visible in the daylight with the second shot. The first shot nails the dummy right where its heart would be, blasting clean through the chestplate and actually imbedding itself in the calf of one of the sword-wielders that Hazel is fighting. The target falls to its knees, dead, and the second arrow streaks right where its head had been striking another of the sword-wielders in the chest.
The Reaper observes Rune from the roof. *Description*
They are a 5'11" person in a sleeved black cloak tattered at the edges, it covers their entire body except the opening of the hood. They wear a mask that looks like a plague doctor's but made of bone, so it looks closer to a skull, & the eye sockets are filled with a magical murky shadow to hide the face under it. It doesn't look like a mask unless it's shifted. On their back they carry a scythe that's curved for urganomics & better use.
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 was in the main room. He was writing something while a vial of a grey-blue dust sat, tucked behind his ear. A small wooden carving sat beside him, it looked like a small child with a grinning face. A large, clear, grey stone sat to his left by his chair, it was the size of a goliaths head. The Puppeteer sat beside him groaning "THIS IS SO BORING!!!!". "Well we made a deal and deals i tend to keep a good hold on." Stroth replied and narrowed his eyes at the Puppeteer "I rather not have Zylna put out if i died suddenly, she means a lot to me". The Puppeteer suddenly grinned "Ah... You know i could help you, You are unable to feel 'good' emotions such as love or happiness. Your force them on to yourself so others around you could not tell you were different. I could help you you know!" It chirped. Stroth watched it for a moment "Yes, i can't feel love or happiness but i rather not make a deal with someone i just met and barely even know".
Yuri is happily sitting in the forest, munching on leaves in her rabbit form. The rabbit form has jet black hair with a slightly dappled pelt of white and even blacker eyes.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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His opening salvo, four arrows all of which seems to trail frost, hit on of the three targets, tow arrows square in the chest, a third finds the crease in the neck, and the fourth finds the slot in the visor. It drops in a pile of armor as the other two raise their crossbows and fire at Yazrin, who dives into a roll to the side before popping back to his feet.
[[ nobody seems to understand that my windows are opaque- I also live in a small house, the only room we don’t go into on a daily is stuffed with stuff]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Still...don't go in that one room, alright? You know what, it's just better if you forgot about the room entirely.*
[[ my Harry Potter closet is stuffed, I don’t think there’s anything in there ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*.........Are you sure about that......?*
[[ entirely, and ik you’re to small to fit in my wardrobe ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
She claps a bit as she watches, before eventually stepping into the training area, luring over a fifth dummy
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
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
He smiles slightly at her applause, and nails the second target in the chest twice before diving again to dodge the crossbow bolts. He pops up, already running, and sprints into the woods, where he vanishes in the shadows. Another pair of crossbow bolts lodge into one of the tree trunks, but there's no sign of him. Suddenly two more arrows fly out of the trees, nailing the injured target in the chest again, the first one blasting clean through its chest. It joins the first one in a pile of armor on the ground.
*Fair enough. By the by, i would get your door reinforced. Just a friendly tip lol*
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
She smiles, "pretty good shot," She says, side stepping an attack from one of the sword weilding attackers
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
[[ if the hoa allows that is. They made me get rid of my ELECTRIC GRILL, while right next door had a CHARCOAL GRILL damn idiots ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Just wait, Hazel. Yazrin replies telepathically. The final target fires blindly into the woods, missing horribly as two arrows come streaking out of the woods about 10 feet away from where it fired the arrow at. Yazrin was obviously on the move already as he fired, as he become visible in the daylight with the second shot. The first shot nails the dummy right where its heart would be, blasting clean through the chestplate and actually imbedding itself in the calf of one of the sword-wielders that Hazel is fighting. The target falls to its knees, dead, and the second arrow streaks right where its head had been striking another of the sword-wielders in the chest.
*Alright, nearly 3 AM for me. Gonna sign off now. Chaotic Good night you two!*
[[ chaos chaos ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*ender time.*
The Reaper observes Rune from the roof. *Description*
They are a 5'11" person in a sleeved black cloak tattered at the edges, it covers their entire body except the opening of the hood. They wear a mask that looks like a plague doctor's but made of bone, so it looks closer to a skull, & the eye sockets are filled with a magical murky shadow to hide the face under it. It doesn't look like a mask unless it's shifted. On their back they carry a scythe that's curved for urganomics & better use.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
A bird is halfheartedly pecking at something in the ground, a short ways from the tavern.
Barachiel is enjoying the sun.
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 friends and beasts.*
Stroth was in the main room. He was writing something while a vial of a grey-blue dust sat, tucked behind his ear. A small wooden carving sat beside him, it looked like a small child with a grinning face. A large, clear, grey stone sat to his left by his chair, it was the size of a goliaths head. The Puppeteer sat beside him groaning "THIS IS SO BORING!!!!". "Well we made a deal and deals i tend to keep a good hold on." Stroth replied and narrowed his eyes at the Puppeteer "I rather not have Zylna put out if i died suddenly, she means a lot to me". The Puppeteer suddenly grinned "Ah... You know i could help you, You are unable to feel 'good' emotions such as love or happiness. Your force them on to yourself so others around you could not tell you were different. I could help you you know!" It chirped. Stroth watched it for a moment "Yes, i can't feel love or happiness but i rather not make a deal with someone i just met and barely even know".
Yuri is happily sitting in the forest, munching on leaves in her rabbit form. The rabbit form has jet black hair with a slightly dappled pelt of white and even blacker eyes.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]