Theren is wandering in the woods. His left arm is gone and his face is cut and bloody. He is talking to himself.
Eaton and Smidge are at a table relaxing.
Harveil is mending his net.
Phantom circles above the tavern, enjoying the wind under his wings.
Yazrin is training.
Iralias is sprinting back to the tavern, phasing in and out of the material plane, with a purple faerie dragon flying above him.
There is insane laughter from the woods.
A pitch black werwolf is currently stalking around the woods. It has a battle-axe made of black metal strapped to it's back.
Theren watches the werwolf from a tree near a small campfire.
Smelling fire, the werewolf stalks towards his location.
Theren just leans against the tree and watches the fire.
The werewolf climbs up the tree and sniffs at Theren a bit.
Therens left arm is gone at the shoulder and his face is cut up and bloody. "Look if your gonna kill just do it quick alright?" Theren says
The werewolf makes its way to the opposite side of the camp fire and sits down, transforming into Wolfe. "Man, you look worse than most dead animals around the forest."
Theren lets out a snort of laughter that turns into a suppressed scream of pain. "No kidding."
"What even happened to you?"
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Theren is wandering in the woods. His left arm is gone and his face is cut and bloody. He is talking to himself.
Eaton and Smidge are at a table relaxing.
Harveil is mending his net.
Phantom circles above the tavern, enjoying the wind under his wings.
Yazrin is training.
Iralias is sprinting back to the tavern, phasing in and out of the material plane, with a purple faerie dragon flying above him.
There is insane laughter from the woods.
Phantom slowly banks, curious and cautious, and heads that way.
*Oh, and Albwin needs to meet the twins. Let's just say that he's now an older brother to a pair of wyrmlings...Hehehehe*
*Dear gods. Tomorrow will be that day....*
There is a small fire with a figure leaning against a tree not moving.
Phantom furrows his brow, and dives down, pulling up and landing about 100 feet away, where he shifts into his elf form.
The figure looks familiar except for the fact his left arm is missing.
Phantom walks closer at 60 ft/round, and smiles slightly, a bit concerned. "Theren? What happened?" He asks.
Therens eyes snap open and with surprising speed he draws his short sword. "Stay back." he growls.
With a sigh, Phantom temporarily shifts back to his dragon from. "It's me, Theren, Phantom. You helped rescue my son, Albwin, from the Silent One...?" He shifts back.
There is a flicker of recognition in his eyes and he sheaths his sword. "Sorry Phantom."
Theren is wandering in the woods. His left arm is gone and his face is cut and bloody. He is talking to himself.
Eaton and Smidge are at a table relaxing.
Harveil is mending his net.
Phantom circles above the tavern, enjoying the wind under his wings.
Yazrin is training.
Iralias is sprinting back to the tavern, phasing in and out of the material plane, with a purple faerie dragon flying above him.
There is insane laughter from the woods.
Phantom slowly banks, curious and cautious, and heads that way.
*Oh, and Albwin needs to meet the twins. Let's just say that he's now an older brother to a pair of wyrmlings...Hehehehe*
*Dear gods. Tomorrow will be that day....*
There is a small fire with a figure leaning against a tree not moving.
Phantom furrows his brow, and dives down, pulling up and landing about 100 feet away, where he shifts into his elf form.
The figure looks familiar except for the fact his left arm is missing.
Phantom walks closer at 60 ft/round, and smiles slightly, a bit concerned. "Theren? What happened?" He asks.
Therens eyes snap open and with surprising speed he draws his short sword. "Stay back." he growls.
With a sigh, Phantom temporarily shifts back to his dragon from. "It's me, Theren, Phantom. You helped rescue my son, Albwin, from the Silent One...?" He shifts back.
Raphael waves, confused but silent
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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
Theren is wandering in the woods. His left arm is gone and his face is cut and bloody. He is talking to himself.
Eaton and Smidge are at a table relaxing.
Harveil is mending his net.
Phantom circles above the tavern, enjoying the wind under his wings.
Yazrin is training.
Iralias is sprinting back to the tavern, phasing in and out of the material plane, with a purple faerie dragon flying above him.
There is insane laughter from the woods.
A pitch black werwolf is currently stalking around the woods. It has a battle-axe made of black metal strapped to it's back.
Theren watches the werwolf from a tree near a small campfire.
Smelling fire, the werewolf stalks towards his location.
Theren just leans against the tree and watches the fire.
The werewolf climbs up the tree and sniffs at Theren a bit.
Therens left arm is gone at the shoulder and his face is cut up and bloody. "Look if your gonna kill just do it quick alright?" Theren says
The werewolf makes its way to the opposite side of the camp fire and sits down, transforming into Wolfe. "Man, you look worse than most dead animals around the forest."
Theren lets out a snort of laughter that turns into a suppressed scream of pain. "No kidding."
"What even happened to you?"
"War aint pretty. To say the least a couple of orcs decided to take my arm a trophy."
Theren is wandering in the woods. His left arm is gone and his face is cut and bloody. He is talking to himself.
Eaton and Smidge are at a table relaxing.
Harveil is mending his net.
Phantom circles above the tavern, enjoying the wind under his wings.
Yazrin is training.
Iralias is sprinting back to the tavern, phasing in and out of the material plane, with a purple faerie dragon flying above him.
There is insane laughter from the woods.
Phantom slowly banks, curious and cautious, and heads that way.
*Oh, and Albwin needs to meet the twins. Let's just say that he's now an older brother to a pair of wyrmlings...Hehehehe*
*Dear gods. Tomorrow will be that day....*
There is a small fire with a figure leaning against a tree not moving.
Phantom furrows his brow, and dives down, pulling up and landing about 100 feet away, where he shifts into his elf form.
The figure looks familiar except for the fact his left arm is missing.
Phantom walks closer at 60 ft/round, and smiles slightly, a bit concerned. "Theren? What happened?" He asks.
Therens eyes snap open and with surprising speed he draws his short sword. "Stay back." he growls.
With a sigh, Phantom temporarily shifts back to his dragon from. "It's me, Theren, Phantom. You helped rescue my son, Albwin, from the Silent One...?" He shifts back.
There is a flicker of recognition in his eyes and he sheaths his sword. "Sorry Phantom."
He walks over. "What in the Nine Hells happened to you, my friend?"
Theren is wandering in the woods. His left arm is gone and his face is cut and bloody. He is talking to himself.
Eaton and Smidge are at a table relaxing.
Harveil is mending his net.
Phantom circles above the tavern, enjoying the wind under his wings.
Yazrin is training.
Iralias is sprinting back to the tavern, phasing in and out of the material plane, with a purple faerie dragon flying above him.
There is insane laughter from the woods.
A pitch black werwolf is currently stalking around the woods. It has a battle-axe made of black metal strapped to it's back.
Theren watches the werwolf from a tree near a small campfire.
Smelling fire, the werewolf stalks towards his location.
Theren just leans against the tree and watches the fire.
The werewolf climbs up the tree and sniffs at Theren a bit.
Therens left arm is gone at the shoulder and his face is cut up and bloody. "Look if your gonna kill just do it quick alright?" Theren says
The werewolf makes its way to the opposite side of the camp fire and sits down, transforming into Wolfe. "Man, you look worse than most dead animals around the forest."
Theren lets out a snort of laughter that turns into a suppressed scream of pain. "No kidding."
"What even happened to you?"
"War aint pretty. To say the least a couple of orcs decided to take my arm a trophy."
She nodded. "Yeah, that'll get you. Wanna get to the tavern?"
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Theren is wandering in the woods. His left arm is gone and his face is cut and bloody. He is talking to himself.
Eaton and Smidge are at a table relaxing.
Harveil is mending his net.
Phantom circles above the tavern, enjoying the wind under his wings.
Yazrin is training.
Iralias is sprinting back to the tavern, phasing in and out of the material plane, with a purple faerie dragon flying above him.
There is insane laughter from the woods.
Phantom slowly banks, curious and cautious, and heads that way.
*Oh, and Albwin needs to meet the twins. Let's just say that he's now an older brother to a pair of wyrmlings...Hehehehe*
*Dear gods. Tomorrow will be that day....*
There is a small fire with a figure leaning against a tree not moving.
Phantom furrows his brow, and dives down, pulling up and landing about 100 feet away, where he shifts into his elf form.
The figure looks familiar except for the fact his left arm is missing.
Phantom walks closer at 60 ft/round, and smiles slightly, a bit concerned. "Theren? What happened?" He asks.
Therens eyes snap open and with surprising speed he draws his short sword. "Stay back." he growls.
With a sigh, Phantom temporarily shifts back to his dragon from. "It's me, Theren, Phantom. You helped rescue my son, Albwin, from the Silent One...?" He shifts back.
There is a flicker of recognition in his eyes and he sheaths his sword. "Sorry Phantom."
He walks over. "What in the Nine Hells happened to you, my friend?"
Theren is wandering in the woods. His left arm is gone and his face is cut and bloody. He is talking to himself.
Eaton and Smidge are at a table relaxing.
Harveil is mending his net.
Phantom circles above the tavern, enjoying the wind under his wings.
Yazrin is training.
Iralias is sprinting back to the tavern, phasing in and out of the material plane, with a purple faerie dragon flying above him.
There is insane laughter from the woods.
A pitch black werwolf is currently stalking around the woods. It has a battle-axe made of black metal strapped to it's back.
Theren watches the werwolf from a tree near a small campfire.
Smelling fire, the werewolf stalks towards his location.
Theren just leans against the tree and watches the fire.
The werewolf climbs up the tree and sniffs at Theren a bit.
Therens left arm is gone at the shoulder and his face is cut up and bloody. "Look if your gonna kill just do it quick alright?" Theren says
The werewolf makes its way to the opposite side of the camp fire and sits down, transforming into Wolfe. "Man, you look worse than most dead animals around the forest."
Theren lets out a snort of laughter that turns into a suppressed scream of pain. "No kidding."
"What even happened to you?"
"War aint pretty. To say the least a couple of orcs decided to take my arm a trophy."
She nodded. "Yeah, that'll get you. Wanna get to the tavern?"
"Yea, sure. It'll be good to see everyone again." Theren stands up and smothers the fire. He then throws a cloak over his shoulders to cover his missing arm.
Theren is wandering in the woods. His left arm is gone and his face is cut and bloody. He is talking to himself.
Eaton and Smidge are at a table relaxing.
Harveil is mending his net.
Phantom circles above the tavern, enjoying the wind under his wings.
Yazrin is training.
Iralias is sprinting back to the tavern, phasing in and out of the material plane, with a purple faerie dragon flying above him.
There is insane laughter from the woods.
Phantom slowly banks, curious and cautious, and heads that way.
*Oh, and Albwin needs to meet the twins. Let's just say that he's now an older brother to a pair of wyrmlings...Hehehehe*
*Dear gods. Tomorrow will be that day....*
There is a small fire with a figure leaning against a tree not moving.
Phantom furrows his brow, and dives down, pulling up and landing about 100 feet away, where he shifts into his elf form.
The figure looks familiar except for the fact his left arm is missing.
Phantom walks closer at 60 ft/round, and smiles slightly, a bit concerned. "Theren? What happened?" He asks.
Therens eyes snap open and with surprising speed he draws his short sword. "Stay back." he growls.
With a sigh, Phantom temporarily shifts back to his dragon from. "It's me, Theren, Phantom. You helped rescue my son, Albwin, from the Silent One...?" He shifts back.
There is a flicker of recognition in his eyes and he sheaths his sword. "Sorry Phantom."
He walks over. "What in the Nine Hells happened to you, my friend?"
"War isn't pretty. Orcs took my arm as a trophy."
Phantom winces slightly. "Let's get you back to the tavern. I can heal you there. Even regrow your arm if you'd like."
Myrn is sleeping on his back in the rafters.
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"What even happened to you?"
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.
Raphael waits
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
There is a flicker of recognition in his eyes and he sheaths his sword. "Sorry Phantom."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Raphael waves, confused but silent
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They do so.
"Want me to carry you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"War aint pretty. To say the least a couple of orcs decided to take my arm a trophy."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Myrn falls from the rafters and landes on his face
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"I can walk, so no thank you."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Raphael runs over, looking to see if he is hurt
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Okay." They go back to being silent
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He walks over. "What in the Nine Hells happened to you, my friend?"
Theren stays close but his eyes dart around the forest and his hand fidgets with a dagger hilt.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
She nodded. "Yeah, that'll get you. Wanna get to the tavern?"
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.
"War isn't pretty. Orcs took my arm as a trophy."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
“I’m ok” he grins, though his nose is bleeding
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Yea, sure. It'll be good to see everyone again." Theren stands up and smothers the fire. He then throws a cloak over his shoulders to cover his missing arm.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Phantom winces slightly. "Let's get you back to the tavern. I can heal you there. Even regrow your arm if you'd like."
"Need healing?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The halfling worries over Theren
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now