*Me who is using this character again because i want to cause mayhem*
The wind seems to pick up as a figure appears in the middle of the field. They stand 8'7 and wears a wide brimmed hat made of woven straw with gl;ass beads that drip down in front of its face which was covered by a mesh wire mask. They are dressed in nothing but a thick jade green cloak with rather plain designs, a rope belt is tied around their waist. Long, inky black arms with three joints that look like disturbing elbows poke out, holding a brown satchel marked "memories" in thick black ink on the side. The figure begins to walk slowly, black smokes pouring out of the mesh wire mask slowly like vapor that soon disappears into the air and winds that seem to follow this.... person.
*-angry Sharlene noises-*
*Hi, Zephyr! It was Zephyr, right?*
*Yes it is*
Zephyr nods and kneels down the best he can.
*Ight, cool.*
*Wait, what? Isn't he still outside? I put angry Sharlene noises as a joke. She's inside right now.*
*XD i though you forgot to put ("") in there*
*It's cool. I can have her walk out and see him if you want.*
*Also I have decided Sharlene's b-day is tomorrow.*
*OHHHHHHHHH im so gonna cause chaos that day >:D*
*and its fine :]*
Sharlene takes a step outside, taking a breath of fresh air for a moment. That's when she spots HIM. She glares at him, the look like a blowtorch against Zephyr's face.
Zephyr does what he does best, and waves
She angrily takes a step forward, then promptly falls to her face.
Zephyr walks over and pokes her with an clawed finger "are you alright sharlene?"
She reaches up and smacks his hand away. "Keep you grubby hands off of me, memory stealer!" She pushed herself up into a standing position. "You're lucky I just got out of an exhausting fight."
"all i did was sell you a bottle of your own memories. It was not my fault you became addicted to your own past"
"You shut up before I crush that stupid mask! You didn't sell me anything, and I didn't get addicted to anything!"
"Thats what you said last time as well" Zephyr says and bends down like a creepy tree.
She reaches up and grabs his neck, pulling him even further down to her face. "Shut up and go away, you [1gp] gangly stick bug wannabe!" She pushed him back.
Black smoke seems to pour out faster from the mask. (Make a CON save) "Watch your words child"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Yuri is violently eating grass in her rabbit form. Taking pleasure in the tiny amount of destruction she is causing.
Stroth is inside, blowing up something.
Lysander waves to them. "Your a memory merchant?"
It nods its head. It stands 8'7, having to crane its body inside the tavern.
*Description?*
"Mmm... What would I have to pay you with?"
"Nothing but the euphoria you get when you see your past"
The wind seems to pick up as a figure appears in the middle of the field. They stand 8'7 and wears a wide brimmed hat made of woven straw with gl;ass beads that drip down in front of its face which was covered by a mesh wire mask. They are dressed in nothing but a thick jade green cloak with rather plain designs, a rope belt is tied around their waist. Long, inky black arms with three joints that look like disturbing elbows poke out, holding a brown satchel marked "memories" in thick black ink on the side. The figure begins to walk slowly, black smokes pouring out of the mesh wire mask slowly like vapor that soon disappears into the air and winds that seem to follow this.... person.
They smirk. "Sure."
Zephyr digs around in his bag for a minute before picking a black glass bottle with light blue swirls on it and a small parchment tag with the name Lysander on it. "i knew keeping this bottle was a good choice"
"Thanks." He says, taking it. "Should I just open it."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Me who is using this character again because i want to cause mayhem*
The wind seems to pick up as a figure appears in the middle of the field. They stand 8'7 and wears a wide brimmed hat made of woven straw with gl;ass beads that drip down in front of its face which was covered by a mesh wire mask. They are dressed in nothing but a thick jade green cloak with rather plain designs, a rope belt is tied around their waist. Long, inky black arms with three joints that look like disturbing elbows poke out, holding a brown satchel marked "memories" in thick black ink on the side. The figure begins to walk slowly, black smokes pouring out of the mesh wire mask slowly like vapor that soon disappears into the air and winds that seem to follow this.... person.
*-angry Sharlene noises-*
*Hi, Zephyr! It was Zephyr, right?*
*Yes it is*
Zephyr nods and kneels down the best he can.
*Ight, cool.*
*Wait, what? Isn't he still outside? I put angry Sharlene noises as a joke. She's inside right now.*
*XD i though you forgot to put ("") in there*
*It's cool. I can have her walk out and see him if you want.*
*Also I have decided Sharlene's b-day is tomorrow.*
*OHHHHHHHHH im so gonna cause chaos that day >:D*
*and its fine :]*
Sharlene takes a step outside, taking a breath of fresh air for a moment. That's when she spots HIM. She glares at him, the look like a blowtorch against Zephyr's face.
Zephyr does what he does best, and waves
She angrily takes a step forward, then promptly falls to her face.
Zephyr walks over and pokes her with an clawed finger "are you alright sharlene?"
She reaches up and smacks his hand away. "Keep you grubby hands off of me, memory stealer!" She pushed herself up into a standing position. "You're lucky I just got out of an exhausting fight."
"all i did was sell you a bottle of your own memories. It was not my fault you became addicted to your own past"
"You shut up before I crush that stupid mask! You didn't sell me anything, and I didn't get addicted to anything!"
"Thats what you said last time as well" Zephyr says and bends down like a creepy tree.
She reaches up and grabs his neck, pulling him even further down to her face. "Shut up and go away, you [1gp] gangly stick bug wannabe!" She pushed him back.
Black smoke seems to pour out faster from the mask. (Make a CON save) "Watch your words child"
20
"Watch your step, demon."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Yuri is violently eating grass in her rabbit form. Taking pleasure in the tiny amount of destruction she is causing.
Stroth is inside, blowing up something.
Lysander waves to them. "Your a memory merchant?"
It nods its head. It stands 8'7, having to crane its body inside the tavern.
*Description?*
"Mmm... What would I have to pay you with?"
"Nothing but the euphoria you get when you see your past"
The wind seems to pick up as a figure appears in the middle of the field. They stand 8'7 and wears a wide brimmed hat made of woven straw with gl;ass beads that drip down in front of its face which was covered by a mesh wire mask. They are dressed in nothing but a thick jade green cloak with rather plain designs, a rope belt is tied around their waist. Long, inky black arms with three joints that look like disturbing elbows poke out, holding a brown satchel marked "memories" in thick black ink on the side. The figure begins to walk slowly, black smokes pouring out of the mesh wire mask slowly like vapor that soon disappears into the air and winds that seem to follow this.... person.
They smirk. "Sure."
Zephyr digs around in his bag for a minute before picking a black glass bottle with light blue swirls on it and a small parchment tag with the name Lysander on it. "i knew keeping this bottle was a good choice"
"Thanks." He says, taking it. "Should I just open it."
It shrugs "Once the bottle is out of my hands, then what you do is none of my concern"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Me who is using this character again because i want to cause mayhem*
The wind seems to pick up as a figure appears in the middle of the field. They stand 8'7 and wears a wide brimmed hat made of woven straw with gl;ass beads that drip down in front of its face which was covered by a mesh wire mask. They are dressed in nothing but a thick jade green cloak with rather plain designs, a rope belt is tied around their waist. Long, inky black arms with three joints that look like disturbing elbows poke out, holding a brown satchel marked "memories" in thick black ink on the side. The figure begins to walk slowly, black smokes pouring out of the mesh wire mask slowly like vapor that soon disappears into the air and winds that seem to follow this.... person.
*-angry Sharlene noises-*
*Hi, Zephyr! It was Zephyr, right?*
*Yes it is*
Zephyr nods and kneels down the best he can.
*Ight, cool.*
*Wait, what? Isn't he still outside? I put angry Sharlene noises as a joke. She's inside right now.*
*XD i though you forgot to put ("") in there*
*It's cool. I can have her walk out and see him if you want.*
*Also I have decided Sharlene's b-day is tomorrow.*
*OHHHHHHHHH im so gonna cause chaos that day >:D*
*and its fine :]*
Sharlene takes a step outside, taking a breath of fresh air for a moment. That's when she spots HIM. She glares at him, the look like a blowtorch against Zephyr's face.
Zephyr does what he does best, and waves
She angrily takes a step forward, then promptly falls to her face.
Zephyr walks over and pokes her with an clawed finger "are you alright sharlene?"
She reaches up and smacks his hand away. "Keep you grubby hands off of me, memory stealer!" She pushed herself up into a standing position. "You're lucky I just got out of an exhausting fight."
"all i did was sell you a bottle of your own memories. It was not my fault you became addicted to your own past"
"You shut up before I crush that stupid mask! You didn't sell me anything, and I didn't get addicted to anything!"
"Thats what you said last time as well" Zephyr says and bends down like a creepy tree.
She reaches up and grabs his neck, pulling him even further down to her face. "Shut up and go away, you [1gp] gangly stick bug wannabe!" She pushed him back.
Black smoke seems to pour out faster from the mask. (Make a CON save) "Watch your words child"
18
"Watch your step, demon."
The smoke tastes like thick bitter acid but it doesn't seem to harm her, just leave a bitter taste in her mouth. "Watch yourself before you start trouble in a place your rather not"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Yuri is violently eating grass in her rabbit form. Taking pleasure in the tiny amount of destruction she is causing.
Stroth is inside, blowing up something.
Lysander waves to them. "Your a memory merchant?"
It nods its head. It stands 8'7, having to crane its body inside the tavern.
*Description?*
"Mmm... What would I have to pay you with?"
"Nothing but the euphoria you get when you see your past"
The wind seems to pick up as a figure appears in the middle of the field. They stand 8'7 and wears a wide brimmed hat made of woven straw with gl;ass beads that drip down in front of its face which was covered by a mesh wire mask. They are dressed in nothing but a thick jade green cloak with rather plain designs, a rope belt is tied around their waist. Long, inky black arms with three joints that look like disturbing elbows poke out, holding a brown satchel marked "memories" in thick black ink on the side. The figure begins to walk slowly, black smokes pouring out of the mesh wire mask slowly like vapor that soon disappears into the air and winds that seem to follow this.... person.
They smirk. "Sure."
Zephyr digs around in his bag for a minute before picking a black glass bottle with light blue swirls on it and a small parchment tag with the name Lysander on it. "i knew keeping this bottle was a good choice"
"Thanks." He says, taking it. "Should I just open it."
It shrugs "Once the bottle is out of my hands, then what you do is none of my concern"
They open it, inside the tavern zone
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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
*Me who is using this character again because i want to cause mayhem*
The wind seems to pick up as a figure appears in the middle of the field. They stand 8'7 and wears a wide brimmed hat made of woven straw with gl;ass beads that drip down in front of its face which was covered by a mesh wire mask. They are dressed in nothing but a thick jade green cloak with rather plain designs, a rope belt is tied around their waist. Long, inky black arms with three joints that look like disturbing elbows poke out, holding a brown satchel marked "memories" in thick black ink on the side. The figure begins to walk slowly, black smokes pouring out of the mesh wire mask slowly like vapor that soon disappears into the air and winds that seem to follow this.... person.
*-angry Sharlene noises-*
*Hi, Zephyr! It was Zephyr, right?*
*Yes it is*
Zephyr nods and kneels down the best he can.
*Ight, cool.*
*Wait, what? Isn't he still outside? I put angry Sharlene noises as a joke. She's inside right now.*
*XD i though you forgot to put ("") in there*
*It's cool. I can have her walk out and see him if you want.*
*Also I have decided Sharlene's b-day is tomorrow.*
*OHHHHHHHHH im so gonna cause chaos that day >:D*
*and its fine :]*
Sharlene takes a step outside, taking a breath of fresh air for a moment. That's when she spots HIM. She glares at him, the look like a blowtorch against Zephyr's face.
Zephyr does what he does best, and waves
She angrily takes a step forward, then promptly falls to her face.
Zephyr walks over and pokes her with an clawed finger "are you alright sharlene?"
She reaches up and smacks his hand away. "Keep you grubby hands off of me, memory stealer!" She pushed herself up into a standing position. "You're lucky I just got out of an exhausting fight."
"all i did was sell you a bottle of your own memories. It was not my fault you became addicted to your own past"
"You shut up before I crush that stupid mask! You didn't sell me anything, and I didn't get addicted to anything!"
"Thats what you said last time as well" Zephyr says and bends down like a creepy tree.
She reaches up and grabs his neck, pulling him even further down to her face. "Shut up and go away, you [1gp] gangly stick bug wannabe!" She pushed him back.
Black smoke seems to pour out faster from the mask. (Make a CON save) "Watch your words child"
18
"Watch your step, demon."
The smoke tastes like thick bitter acid but it doesn't seem to harm her, just leave a bitter taste in her mouth. "Watch yourself before you start trouble in a place your rather not"
"I may be exhausted right now, but I can still dropkick you into next week like last time." She cracked her knuckles.
*Brb, gotta make some lunch.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Yuri is violently eating grass in her rabbit form. Taking pleasure in the tiny amount of destruction she is causing.
Stroth is inside, blowing up something.
Lysander waves to them. "Your a memory merchant?"
It nods its head. It stands 8'7, having to crane its body inside the tavern.
*Description?*
"Mmm... What would I have to pay you with?"
"Nothing but the euphoria you get when you see your past"
The wind seems to pick up as a figure appears in the middle of the field. They stand 8'7 and wears a wide brimmed hat made of woven straw with gl;ass beads that drip down in front of its face which was covered by a mesh wire mask. They are dressed in nothing but a thick jade green cloak with rather plain designs, a rope belt is tied around their waist. Long, inky black arms with three joints that look like disturbing elbows poke out, holding a brown satchel marked "memories" in thick black ink on the side. The figure begins to walk slowly, black smokes pouring out of the mesh wire mask slowly like vapor that soon disappears into the air and winds that seem to follow this.... person.
They smirk. "Sure."
Zephyr digs around in his bag for a minute before picking a black glass bottle with light blue swirls on it and a small parchment tag with the name Lysander on it. "i knew keeping this bottle was a good choice"
"Thanks." He says, taking it. "Should I just open it."
It shrugs "Once the bottle is out of my hands, then what you do is none of my concern"
They open it, inside the tavern zone
(The bottle smells like faint roses. when inside of the Tavern-zone, its non-addictive but when outside of the Tavern-zone, user must make a CON Save of 20 or become highly addicted to the liquid, having great senses of euphoria.)
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
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Black smoke seems to pour out faster from the mask. (Make a CON save) "Watch your words child"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thanks." He says, taking it. "Should I just open it."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Shush your mouth and try some.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
20
"Watch your step, demon."
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.
It shrugs "Once the bottle is out of my hands, then what you do is none of my concern"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well i guess thats why i keep it around" She shrugs
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... Haven't heard of them. What where they like?" He asks, as they walk out to enjoy nature
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"What's the superstition with it anyways? That it's lucky?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The smoke tastes like thick bitter acid but it doesn't seem to harm her, just leave a bitter taste in her mouth. "Watch yourself before you start trouble in a place your rather not"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Not really inclined to eat grass to be honest. Zenix in raven form lands nearby
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
They open it, inside the tavern zone
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I may be exhausted right now, but I can still dropkick you into next week like last time." She cracked her knuckles.
*Brb, gotta make some lunch.*
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.
*They were in their room a second ago but okay.*
"Meh, the same as anywhere else, at least with the aspect the matter to me."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Hmph, then don't more for me
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Interesting... So how did you get your magic?"
*Timewarping*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Born with it."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Sorcerery?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(The bottle smells like faint roses. when inside of the Tavern-zone, its non-addictive but when outside of the Tavern-zone, user must make a CON Save of 20 or become highly addicted to the liquid, having great senses of euphoria.)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]