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.
"Alright. Can you handle yourself, or do you need some help getting there?"
"My memory is foggy on how to get to the tavern but if you could point me in the right direction it would be appreciated."
"Yeah, it's just a few minutes that way." She pointed in the tavern's direction.
Theren nods his thanks and starts walking.
Wolfe jumped down and went back to being a werewolf, running in the direction of the tavern.
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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.
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.
"Alright. Can you handle yourself, or do you need some help getting there?"
"My memory is foggy on how to get to the tavern but if you could point me in the right direction it would be appreciated."
"Yeah, it's just a few minutes that way." She pointed in the tavern's direction.
Theren nods his thanks and starts walking.
Wolfe jumped down and went back to being a werewolf, running in the direction of the tavern.
Theren is walking at a steady pace to the tavern wondering if his old friends are still there.
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."
"I'd rather not re-grow my arm, but sure lets go back to the tavern. How's your wife by the way?"
Phantom winces, before turning around. "She's gone, Theren..." He says quietly as his voice trails off, and it holds a tremendous amount of sadness.
"What do you mean gone?"
He turns back to Theren, tears slowly falling. "She's dead...A fallen god took her...right after we had finished our vows too..."
Theren clenches his fist. "Gods I'm sorry."
Phantom chuckles sadly. "That was nearly....what, two, three months ago now?" He snorts. "Thank you though, 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.
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."
"I'd rather not re-grow my arm, but sure lets go back to the tavern. How's your wife by the way?"
Phantom winces, before turning around. "She's gone, Theren..." He says quietly as his voice trails off, and it holds a tremendous amount of sadness.
"What do you mean gone?"
He turns back to Theren, tears slowly falling. "She's dead...A fallen god took her...right after we had finished our vows too..."
Theren clenches his fist. "Gods I'm sorry."
Phantom chuckles sadly. "That was nearly....what, two, three months ago now?" He snorts. "Thank you though, 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.
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."
"I'd rather not re-grow my arm, but sure lets go back to the tavern. How's your wife by the way?"
Phantom winces, before turning around. "She's gone, Theren..." He says quietly as his voice trails off, and it holds a tremendous amount of sadness.
"What do you mean gone?"
He turns back to Theren, tears slowly falling. "She's dead...A fallen god took her...right after we had finished our vows too..."
Theren clenches his fist. "Gods I'm sorry."
Phantom chuckles sadly. "That was nearly....what, two, three months ago now?" He snorts. "Thank you though, my friend."
"Sorry my friend. War has kept me busy."
Phantom nods sadly. "I understand...probably better than most...I lost my father in a war...I actually was fighting alongside him...I'll tell you that story another time, though...it was my darkest day." He chuckles sadly again.
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."
"I'd rather not re-grow my arm, but sure lets go back to the tavern. How's your wife by the way?"
Phantom winces, before turning around. "She's gone, Theren..." He says quietly as his voice trails off, and it holds a tremendous amount of sadness.
"What do you mean gone?"
He turns back to Theren, tears slowly falling. "She's dead...A fallen god took her...right after we had finished our vows too..."
Theren clenches his fist. "Gods I'm sorry."
Phantom chuckles sadly. "That was nearly....what, two, three months ago now?" He snorts. "Thank you though, my friend."
"Sorry my friend. War has kept me busy."
Phantom nods sadly. "I understand...probably better than most...I lost my father in a war...I actually was fighting alongside him...I'll tell you that story another time, though...it was my darkest day." He chuckles sadly again.
Theren stands up and smothers the fire. "Well I await the story." he says with a smile. There is a gust of wind and a leaf blows right through Theren.
“Yep”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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Wolfe jumped down and went back to being a werewolf, running in the direction of the tavern.
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He looks very nervous, and much more like he'd rather stay in the tree.
Theren is walking at a steady pace to the tavern wondering if his old friends are still there.
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.
The werwolf skidded to a stop in the clearing of the tavern, then promptly turned back into Wolfe who started walking back inside the tavern.
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Phantom chuckles sadly. "That was nearly....what, two, three months ago now?" He snorts. "Thank you though, my friend."
"Look, you will stay with all your weight on trees.... please?" They say, using their cute cat eyes
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Theren is now in the tavern sitting at a table. He is re applying bandages to his left arm.
Harveil is mending his net.
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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.
"Sorry my friend. War has kept me busy."
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.
They produce some documents. "I need you to sign these and also a representative of your god. Thus, you will be doing both roles."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The halfling. "Mind if I try something out?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"What is it?"
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 nods sadly. "I understand...probably better than most...I lost my father in a war...I actually was fighting alongside him...I'll tell you that story another time, though...it was my darkest day." He chuckles sadly again.
They shift to a human. "I need to tap your skin, and I could be able to help you."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Ight, I'm dipping out for today, see y'all tomorrow.*
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“Aight then” Myrn signs them without even reading them. He trusts Raphael :]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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Theren stands up and smothers the fire. "Well I await the story." he says with a smile. There is a gust of wind and a leaf blows right through Theren.
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.
Yazrin seems to be wavering the slightest bit, but still more like he'd rather stay nice and secure on the tree branches.
"And what re grow my arm? No thanks."
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.