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.
Thaemrys watches from next to a tree near the tavern. *is there any death or undeath with this character?*
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.
Thaemrys watches from next to a tree near the tavern. *is there any death or undeath with this character?*
*She radiates necromancy, but is not dead. Also, does Thaemrys have truesight?*
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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."
"Oh... I forgot." They say, getting less confused
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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
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.
Thaemrys watches from next to a tree near the tavern. *is there any death or undeath with this character?*
*She radiates necromancy, but is not dead. Also, does Thaemrys have truesight?*
*No, just a feel for death in general, also meant to type The Reaper, even though Thaemrys is their name.*
They stare at the person, moving their head with the person's movements.
"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."
"Oh... I forgot." They say, getting less confused
"Well it was more like an unwilling hour or so nap."
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.
Thaemrys watches from next to a tree near the tavern. *is there any death or undeath with this character?*
*She radiates necromancy, but is not dead. Also, does Thaemrys have truesight?*
*No, just a feel for death in general, also meant to type The Reaper, even though Thaemrys is their name.*
They stare at the person, moving their head with the person's movements.
The elf stops moving. "Who are you?" She doesn't turn her head, but it seems she is watching.
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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.
"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."
"Oh... I forgot." They say, getting less confused
"Well it was more like an unwilling hour or so nap."
"Want to sleep? I will watch over you."
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Thaemrys watches from next to a tree near the tavern. *is there any death or undeath with this character?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
* I saw, it seems really cool, I just don't know how to interact. Sorry.*
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.
*She radiates necromancy, but is not dead. Also, does Thaemrys have truesight?*
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.
*lemme grab their hero forge, as that's accurate, here*
"Fuschia!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*That's fine.*
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.
"Oh... I forgot." They say, getting less confused
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Wanna know something funny? I used that exact same pose for when I made Ettor.*
"Okay, now, why'd you just pop up like that?"
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.
A young pseudodragon wizzes past them, turning back to see who they nearly ran into
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*No, just a feel for death in general, also meant to type The Reaper, even though Thaemrys is their name.*
They stare at the person, moving their head with the person's movements.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
V jumps a bit, looking at them as well.
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.
"Well it was more like an unwilling hour or so nap."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The elf stops moving. "Who are you?" She doesn't turn her head, but it seems she is watching.
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.
*hm, well then.*
"I didn't just pop up, I just walked up, quietly, but I still walked up."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Iralias is sitting on a low branch of a tree near the tavern, playing his guitar and humming to himself.
Yazrin is practicing on the dummies outside.
[Open Slot]
*I have 3 variations of Ettor, wanna see?*
"You still startled me!"
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.
*descirption*
Say hello to Lothair
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Finch is poking at something in the ground.
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.
*Pfp, but with wings*
She waved hello, confused.
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.
"That's not what you asked!"
*sure, why the hell not?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Want to sleep? I will watch over you."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now