Hazel is back out in the training area. One of the targets swing a sword at her, which she side steps with a bit of effort, quickly sucker punching it in the face, the target slumping down due to its 'face' being folded into itself from the impact
Zenix is talking with yuri out on the grass
Lucius is drinking a bit of wine at the bar
*Want to do Pseudodragon + Hazel stuff later?*
*Sure i guess*
Lothair *young silver pseudodragon* flies to Hazel, trying to land on their head or arm
Hazel is back out in the training area. One of the targets swing a sword at her, which she side steps with a bit of effort, quickly sucker punching it in the face, the target slumping down due to its 'face' being folded into itself from the impact
Zenix is talking with yuri out on the grass
Lucius is drinking a bit of wine at the bar
*Want to do Pseudodragon + Hazel stuff later?*
*Sure i guess*
Lothair *young silver pseudodragon* flies to Hazel, trying to land on their head or arm
"Hi there," She smiles, letting them land on her head
They chirp happily, trying to get comfortable on the cloak
Hello, meet Lothair a voice says in her mind
"Nice to meet you Lothair"
They chirp back. They let their head pear down to see their face
As said, she's a drowm elf,
Name?
"I'm Hazel,"
They try to chirp Hazel, but mostly fail
Can they open your hood?
"I would prefer not," She says, smiling when they try to say her name
They smile back, trying again and again before eventually breaking out in freelance song
HAzel laughs a little bit, "Good job."
They smile, trying to get inbetween her cloak and her hair
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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
Hazel is back out in the training area. One of the targets swing a sword at her, which she side steps with a bit of effort, quickly sucker punching it in the face, the target slumping down due to its 'face' being folded into itself from the impact
Zenix is talking with yuri out on the grass
Lucius is drinking a bit of wine at the bar
*Want to do Pseudodragon + Hazel stuff later?*
*Sure i guess*
Lothair *young silver pseudodragon* flies to Hazel, trying to land on their head or arm
Hazel is back out in the training area. One of the targets swing a sword at her, which she side steps with a bit of effort, quickly sucker punching it in the face, the target slumping down due to its 'face' being folded into itself from the impact
Zenix is talking with yuri out on the grass
Lucius is drinking a bit of wine at the bar
*Want to do Pseudodragon + Hazel stuff later?*
*Sure i guess*
Lothair *young silver pseudodragon* flies to Hazel, trying to land on their head or arm
"Hi there," She smiles, letting them land on her head
They chirp happily, trying to get comfortable on the cloak
Hello, meet Lothair a voice says in her mind
"Nice to meet you Lothair"
They chirp back. They let their head pear down to see their face
As said, she's a drowm elf,
Name?
"I'm Hazel,"
They try to chirp Hazel, but mostly fail
Can they open your hood?
"I would prefer not," She says, smiling when they try to say her name
They smile back, trying again and again before eventually breaking out in freelance song
HAzel laughs a little bit, "Good job."
They smile, trying to get inbetween her cloak and her hair
Hazel is back out in the training area. One of the targets swing a sword at her, which she side steps with a bit of effort, quickly sucker punching it in the face, the target slumping down due to its 'face' being folded into itself from the impact
Zenix is talking with yuri out on the grass
Lucius is drinking a bit of wine at the bar
*Want to do Pseudodragon + Hazel stuff later?*
*Sure i guess*
Lothair *young silver pseudodragon* flies to Hazel, trying to land on their head or arm
Hazel is back out in the training area. One of the targets swing a sword at her, which she side steps with a bit of effort, quickly sucker punching it in the face, the target slumping down due to its 'face' being folded into itself from the impact
Zenix is talking with yuri out on the grass
Lucius is drinking a bit of wine at the bar
*Want to do Pseudodragon + Hazel stuff later?*
*Sure i guess*
Lothair *young silver pseudodragon* flies to Hazel, trying to land on their head or arm
"Hi there," She smiles, letting them land on her head
They chirp happily, trying to get comfortable on the cloak
Hello, meet Lothair a voice says in her mind
"Nice to meet you Lothair"
They chirp back. They let their head pear down to see their face
As said, she's a drowm elf,
Name?
"I'm Hazel,"
They try to chirp Hazel, but mostly fail
Can they open your hood?
"I would prefer not," She says, smiling when they try to say her name
They smile back, trying again and again before eventually breaking out in freelance song
HAzel laughs a little bit, "Good job."
They smile, trying to get inbetween her cloak and her hair
She giggles, "Hey, what are you doing?"
They think your cloak is a blanket
They continue their attempts, managing to get their tail inbetween
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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
Hazel is back out in the training area. One of the targets swing a sword at her, which she side steps with a bit of effort, quickly sucker punching it in the face, the target slumping down due to its 'face' being folded into itself from the impact
Zenix is talking with yuri out on the grass
Lucius is drinking a bit of wine at the bar
*Continue Yazrin/Hazel?*
*Sure, go for it*
Yazrin watches her, obviously a bit impressed, his hands fingering the hilts of his rapier and shortsword. You're very good, Hazel.
"Hm? Thanks Yaz, i like to keep in shape," She says, dodging another strike from the targets
A nickname? That's new. He says with a grin, obviously enjoying it. He walks out onto the field and gently raps two more dummies with his swords, activating them. He gets into a ready stance and lets the targets make the first attacks.
Hazel takes the break, watching him fight
Yazrin smiles grimly as the first attack bounces off his scale mail, and the second swishes several inches above his head as he ducks. He then launches a flurry of attacks with his swords. He parries another swing with his shortsword and hits the first dummy four times in rapid succession with his rapier before disengaging his shortsword from the block and chopping the target's helmet hard with it. The first two rapier attacks hit the shoulders of the dummy, making its arms useless. Third rapier strike hits its heart and the fourth the throat. The shortsword struck with enough force to crease the helmet as the target falls, very much so dead.
"Ooo, not bad," She grins, clapping
He grins. Thanks Hazel. He says, dodging another slash with ease. Another series of three precise strikes; one to the heart, one to the throat, and one through the visor slot, and the second target drops. He smiles, and turns to face Hazel, spinning his swords with ease before sliding them into their sheaths.
"Well aren't you a fancy fighter," She says, stepping into the battle field, "Maybe we should do a little competition?" She offers
He smiles. "What exactly did you have in mind, Hazel?" He asks with a grin, his maroon eyes flashing mischievously.
"Hmmm, whoever can take down the dummies in the fastest time wins," SHe grins, "Or a little sparring sesh if you want a challenge."
He grins, his swords springing back to his hands. "That is up to you." *FYI, I had to switch to mobile, so a sparring sesh will be a bit more challenging for me. Bit harder to flip back and forth between tabs on my phone, lol.*
*Fair enough*
'Lets go with the fastest time, wouldn't want to hurt ya," She says
He laughs. "You think you'd hurt me? That's cute." He says with a wink. "But fastest time sounds like fun." He says, sliding his swords back into their sheaths and pulling his bow off his shoulder. He draws it, and an arrow that seems to radiate cold appears on the string.
In another world, another plane, a figure disappears, leaving nothing but blood-slick earth and a steel tipped feather behind.
Entropy.
A person appears. An elf. She has bags beneath her eyes, long dark hair, and eyes as black as death. In her hand she clutches a staff.
The staff is a simple affair, an black iron rod topped by a crescent of sharp, polished black steel. It clicks quietly against the ground as its wielder moves slowly across the earth towards the tavern.
The elf stumbles halfway there, her hand flying up to a gash across her torso. It leaks black blood. She lifts the blood up, staring at it intently. The staff pulses with a dark mist, and the wound closes slightly.
Lowering her hand, she continues to close the gulf between her and the tavern.
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"Yes, I release you from your punishment." He say, flying down and hugging Rallien
"Thank you, please don't ever do that again. The feeling of being put down like that is one I don't like."
"Fine... Want to be flustered?"
"I'm not sure, I think we should just relax."
"Sure." They say, rolling around in the grass
He lays down too, taking a deep breath.
"Wish I could sleep..." They mutter aloud
"Insomnia or something?"
"I guess. I don't remember ever going unconscious."
"Hm, sorry I don't know any sleep spells."
"I've tried, they don't work... Just freeze me up." They say, thinking about stuff
*perception check*
*you know that feeling you get when your dm randomly asks for a skill check? 20*
"Ah, do you get tired?"
Their eyes begin to slowly grow green, like before.
"Yes, but I cast greater restoration."
"Your eyes are green again, I didn't say it though." He looks a little worried.
"What do you mean?" They say, confused
"You know when you fell into the coma, & asked me if your eyes glowed green because I called you a thing that rhymes with Mummubus. Yeah it's doing that again."
They smile, trying to get inbetween her cloak and her hair
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Hm, sorry I don't know any sleep spells."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I've tried, they don't work... Just freeze me up." They say, thinking about stuff
*perception check*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She giggles, "Hey, what are you doing?"
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 think your cloak is a blanket
They continue their attempts, managing to get their tail inbetween
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He laughs. "You think you'd hurt me? That's cute." He says with a wink. "But fastest time sounds like fun." He says, sliding his swords back into their sheaths and pulling his bow off his shoulder. He draws it, and an arrow that seems to radiate cold appears on the string.
*you know that feeling you get when your dm randomly asks for a skill check? 20*
"Ah, do you get tired?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Their eyes begin to slowly grow green, like before.
"Yes, but I cast greater restoration."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I just love it when theres something you have to randomly do around the house, and for some reason it takes 10x longer than it should.*
Sharlene is chilling on a couch, drinking.
V is sitting on the roof.
Wolfe is playing her guitar to herself at a table while drinking.
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.
"Your eyes are green again, I didn't say it though." He looks a little worried.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Intro!*
In another world, another plane, a figure disappears, leaving nothing but blood-slick earth and a steel tipped feather behind.
Entropy.
A person appears. An elf. She has bags beneath her eyes, long dark hair, and eyes as black as death. In her hand she clutches a staff.
The staff is a simple affair, an black iron rod topped by a crescent of sharp, polished black steel. It clicks quietly against the ground as its wielder moves slowly across the earth towards the tavern.
The elf stumbles halfway there, her hand flying up to a gash across her torso. It leaks black blood. She lifts the blood up, staring at it intently. The staff pulses with a dark mist, and the wound closes slightly.
Lowering her hand, she continues to close the gulf between her and the tavern.
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.
"What do you mean?" They say, confused
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I know right? 🙃*
Fuschia pipes up way to loud from silence, "Hello! How do you have wings?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
V screams a bit, flying up.
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.
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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
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.
"You know when you fell into the coma, & asked me if your eyes glowed green because I called you a thing that rhymes with Mummubus. Yeah it's doing that again."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Oh yeah other people are unaware of people nearby even when they look elsewhere." She lays on the roof behind V.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Me over here being sad because no one saw my intro...*
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 think I need a description of Fuschia.*
"Who are you?" V flies in place.
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.