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.
He chuckles. "To having fun." He says when the next round shows up, raising his glass. "And to letting loose a little." He says with a friendly wink right back at her.
"HEcks yeah!" She grins, Clinking glasses with him
He laughs, and takes a long drink from his, not downing it completely, instead wanting to savor it a little. He leans back against the bar, smiling as he watches her. "You're definitely getting a bit drunk there, Hazel..." He says teasingly.
"I is fin!" She says, grinning as she drinks from her mug
Yazrin laughs. "You're a fin?" He asks with a teasing grin.
"You, are a fin." She replys
Yazrin laughs, and drains the rest of his mug. "Yep. You're definitely drunk, Hazel. Time to get you to your room." He says, still chuckling.
"Wanna make toast," She mumbles
Yazrin chuckles, and sets her mug on the bar, before sliding an arm under her shoulder. "Yep. Definitely time to get you to your room, my friend."
"No no, i'm all good." She says, tapping him on the head with her mug
He pulls his head back slightly, in an attempt to dodge, which fails, before responding with bonking her on the head with his mug, a playful smile on his face. "I just don't want you passing out on me..."
"Hey, i'm tough!" She says
"You also can't hold you liquor apparently." He says, chuckling. "You were tipsy after two mugs of ale, and flat-out drunk after your third." He says, a little teasingly, but with a friendly smile.
"I just haven't gotten enough sleep to drink yet." She says, jabbing his ribs
He laughs. "Then it's time for me escort you to your room." He says with a warm smile. "You should get some sleep so you can properly enjoy the alcohol before you get drunk." He says with a slightly teasing smile.
"Naaaaaah, i'm awake as a coffee bean or something"
Yazrin chuckles. "Well, no more alcohol for you at least." He says, still chuckling slightly.
Kite holds up a purple ribbon like she just won the lottery. "TA DA! Can I braid this into you hair? It would look suuper pretty on you!"
"Sure," Hazel smiles
Kite forces her to sit and begins to braid her hair. "So how much did you have to train to get that buff, mate?"
"Uhhh, i think i've been working out for maaaybe 6 or so years?" She says, smiling
"Hmm... and what brought you here?"
"Well, my home was.... removed, due to some......... less than savory actions my ancestors did in the past."
"What? Like.. exploded or something?"
"Burnt. Well, i guess living next to lava was a bad idea anyways,"
"Lava?! That's.. against so many health violations! How did you even survive there? Wasnt it hot?"
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"I, uh. . . don't, don't flirt with others." She somehow says, meanwhile a snickering like sound comes from Caroline.
Althas looks like she's about to fall off the phoenix from sheer shock.
"Sorry! Uh, Car-okay good job girl." She went to tell Caroline to start landing but she did so on her own.
Althas is very still. She looks faint.
Phantom circles down alongside them, his eyes filled with a bit of concern for Althas. When they land, he shifts into his moon elf form, and makes his way over.
She just blinks, looking down at her hands.
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He chuckles. "To having fun." He says when the next round shows up, raising his glass. "And to letting loose a little." He says with a friendly wink right back at her.
"HEcks yeah!" She grins, Clinking glasses with him
He laughs, and takes a long drink from his, not downing it completely, instead wanting to savor it a little. He leans back against the bar, smiling as he watches her. "You're definitely getting a bit drunk there, Hazel..." He says teasingly.
"I is fin!" She says, grinning as she drinks from her mug
Yazrin laughs. "You're a fin?" He asks with a teasing grin.
"You, are a fin." She replys
Yazrin laughs, and drains the rest of his mug. "Yep. You're definitely drunk, Hazel. Time to get you to your room." He says, still chuckling.
"Wanna make toast," She mumbles
Yazrin chuckles, and sets her mug on the bar, before sliding an arm under her shoulder. "Yep. Definitely time to get you to your room, my friend."
"No no, i'm all good." She says, tapping him on the head with her mug
He pulls his head back slightly, in an attempt to dodge, which fails, before responding with bonking her on the head with his mug, a playful smile on his face. "I just don't want you passing out on me..."
"Hey, i'm tough!" She says
"You also can't hold you liquor apparently." He says, chuckling. "You were tipsy after two mugs of ale, and flat-out drunk after your third." He says, a little teasingly, but with a friendly smile.
"I just haven't gotten enough sleep to drink yet." She says, jabbing his ribs
He laughs. "Then it's time for me escort you to your room." He says with a warm smile. "You should get some sleep so you can properly enjoy the alcohol before you get drunk." He says with a slightly teasing smile.
"Naaaaaah, i'm awake as a coffee bean or something"
Yazrin chuckles. "Well, no more alcohol for you at least." He says, still chuckling slightly.
Breezing into the room like a chill wind, the figure of a woman brushes her way through the tables. Long frost-blonde hair hand down to her hips where it lies against a cleverly draped chiton in palest blue: the quality of the fabric is exceedingly high. Her features seem as if they were chiselled from a block of ice and are expressive and lively as a flurry of snow. A slight smile plays upon her lips as she nods to a few of the patrons and her eyes, a perfect match to her winter blue chiton, alight on the bar. Coiling a hand around the back of a chair she glides through the room to the bar, ordering a goblet of spiced wine.
"Zay... I just... Really wouldnt want them to hurt you..."
"They wouldn't if we presented a reasonable argument, right? Then let us try to come up with one. Or maybe even a compromise."
"A compromise? Like what?"
"A way for you to be able to travel where you want and meet your parents requests of safety?"
"Its... More than safety. They want me to... Be what they want"
"Tell them and show them that you can be more. I'll help you in any way I can."
".... Thank you... Im just.... Scared they wont listen... No.matter what I do.."
"We'll make them listen. Do you think they'd listen more if we got your siblings to help?"
"... They wouldnt want to help me. They have no.reason to"
"We can convince them, right?
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He chuckles. "To having fun." He says when the next round shows up, raising his glass. "And to letting loose a little." He says with a friendly wink right back at her.
"HEcks yeah!" She grins, Clinking glasses with him
He laughs, and takes a long drink from his, not downing it completely, instead wanting to savor it a little. He leans back against the bar, smiling as he watches her. "You're definitely getting a bit drunk there, Hazel..." He says teasingly.
"I is fin!" She says, grinning as she drinks from her mug
Yazrin laughs. "You're a fin?" He asks with a teasing grin.
"You, are a fin." She replys
Yazrin laughs, and drains the rest of his mug. "Yep. You're definitely drunk, Hazel. Time to get you to your room." He says, still chuckling.
"Wanna make toast," She mumbles
Yazrin chuckles, and sets her mug on the bar, before sliding an arm under her shoulder. "Yep. Definitely time to get you to your room, my friend."
"No no, i'm all good." She says, tapping him on the head with her mug
He pulls his head back slightly, in an attempt to dodge, which fails, before responding with bonking her on the head with his mug, a playful smile on his face. "I just don't want you passing out on me..."
"Hey, i'm tough!" She says
"You also can't hold you liquor apparently." He says, chuckling. "You were tipsy after two mugs of ale, and flat-out drunk after your third." He says, a little teasingly, but with a friendly smile.
"I just haven't gotten enough sleep to drink yet." She says, jabbing his ribs
He laughs. "Then it's time for me escort you to your room." He says with a warm smile. "You should get some sleep so you can properly enjoy the alcohol before you get drunk." He says with a slightly teasing smile.
"Naaaaaah, i'm awake as a coffee bean or something"
Yazrin chuckles. "Well, no more alcohol for you at least." He says, still chuckling slightly.
"Deal." She nods
Yazrin smiles. "In that case, what do you want?"
"Imma just hang with kite for a bit. You can join like last time if she lets ya,"
Finch violently shakes his head. "You are definitely making fun of me."
"You sure?" Roran eats another pinecone.
"Don't blame me when you get indigestion." Finch scoots back farther.
"I'm like a goat. I can eat anything." He looks entertained by this.
"I beg of you, dear wolf, please stop."
"Dear wolf?" Roran's voice is muffled due to the pinecone in his mouth.
Finch looks pained.
"Say a word with a lot of Os in it."
"Overproportioned."
As soon as he says the first O, Roran shoves an acorn in his mouth, grinning.
Finch chokes and doubles over.
"I thought you liked acorns? Don't birds like acorns?"
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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.
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Breezing into the room like a chill wind, the figure of a woman brushes her way through the tables. Long frost-blonde hair hand down to her hips where it lies against a cleverly draped chiton in palest blue: the quality of the fabric is exceedingly high. Her features seem as if they were chiselled from a block of ice and are expressive and lively as a flurry of snow. A slight smile plays upon her lips as she nods to a few of the patrons and her eyes, a perfect match to her winter blue chiton, alight on the bar. Coiling a hand around the back of a chair she glides through the room to the bar, ordering a goblet of spiced wine.
Iralias (Summer Eladrin with red-gold hair and ice blue eyes, guitar slung over his shoulder) is sitting at the bar. He looks her over, obviously intrigued, and smiles. A purple faerie dragon flies down out of the rafter and lands next to him.
"Zay... I just... Really wouldnt want them to hurt you..."
"They wouldn't if we presented a reasonable argument, right? Then let us try to come up with one. Or maybe even a compromise."
"A compromise? Like what?"
"A way for you to be able to travel where you want and meet your parents requests of safety?"
"Its... More than safety. They want me to... Be what they want"
"Tell them and show them that you can be more. I'll help you in any way I can."
".... Thank you... Im just.... Scared they wont listen... No.matter what I do.."
"We'll make them listen. Do you think they'd listen more if we got your siblings to help?"
"... They wouldnt want to help me. They have no.reason to"
"We can convince them, right?
"... Im not sure... Im.. I dont really talk to.any of them much..."
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Finch violently shakes his head. "You are definitely making fun of me."
"You sure?" Roran eats another pinecone.
"Don't blame me when you get indigestion." Finch scoots back farther.
"I'm like a goat. I can eat anything." He looks entertained by this.
"I beg of you, dear wolf, please stop."
"Dear wolf?" Roran's voice is muffled due to the pinecone in his mouth.
Finch looks pained.
"Say a word with a lot of Os in it."
"Overproportioned."
As soon as he says the first O, Roran shoves an acorn in his mouth, grinning.
Finch chokes and doubles over.
"I thought you liked acorns? Don't birds like acorns?"
Finch coughs up the acorn.
Roran picks it up. "Waste of food."
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*Oh, if they hate tea, they have to be a villain. First sign of ultimate evil.*
*Atemos hates tea.*
*Exactly. I guarantee he gets a villain arc.*
*Only if y'all don't kill him off first. And I'm still considering it.*
*Well, I guess we just turn on him and end him before he causes us any trouble.*
*Forlorn would cry. You don't want to make Forlorn cry, he doesn't deserve it.*
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*Thing is, she ain't even looking for that kinda thing rn*
*Why do people want to sleep with the drow? They've been here for not even 2 days*
"Thaaaanks," Hazel smiles, patting kite on the arm
*Yall, platonic relationships are just as good as romantic ones,, especially when they don't involve being a hoe fr*
Kite beamed. "No problemo! You feeling ok?"
*FRIENDSHIP FOR THE WIN*
"I'm feeling better. I need to drink less," She says, humming lightly as kite braids her hair
"Seriously, do not accept drinks from strangers! You never know what they're gonna put in it."
"Technically everything is from a stranger." She says, "But ok."
"Exactly! No drinking anything! Dehydration is so much safer!"
Hazel giggles, "Its also deadly. More deadly than drinking something from a stranger."
"Hm... then drink this.." Kite hands her a cup.
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Finch chokes and doubles over.
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.
"Deal." She nods
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
"Lava?! That's.. against so many health violations! How did you even survive there? Wasnt it hot?"
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She just blinks, looking down at her hands.
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Yazrin smiles. "In that case, what do you want?"
Hazel giggles, "Its also deadly. More deadly than drinking something from a stranger."
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
"Have ya seen my ooutfit? I'm used to heat. But it is nice to be in a cooler place."
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
"Especially when that stranger is just trying to be a friend!" Yazrin calls from the bar.
Breezing into the room like a chill wind, the figure of a woman brushes her way through the tables. Long frost-blonde hair hand down to her hips where it lies against a cleverly draped chiton in palest blue: the quality of the fabric is exceedingly high. Her features seem as if they were chiselled from a block of ice and are expressive and lively as a flurry of snow. A slight smile plays upon her lips as she nods to a few of the patrons and her eyes, a perfect match to her winter blue chiton, alight on the bar. Coiling a hand around the back of a chair she glides through the room to the bar, ordering a goblet of spiced wine.
Chilling kinda vibe.
"We can convince them, right?
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"Imma just hang with kite for a bit. You can join like last time if she lets ya,"
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
"I thought you liked acorns? Don't birds like acorns?"
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Finch coughs up the acorn.
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(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.
*Well, I guess we just turn on him and end him before he causes us any trouble.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*I gtg, bye!*
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Iralias (Summer Eladrin with red-gold hair and ice blue eyes, guitar slung over his shoulder) is sitting at the bar. He looks her over, obviously intrigued, and smiles. A purple faerie dragon flies down out of the rafter and lands next to him.
"... Im not sure... Im.. I dont really talk to.any of them much..."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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Roran picks it up. "Waste of food."
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*Forlorn would cry. You don't want to make Forlorn cry, he doesn't deserve it.*
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"Hm... then drink this.." Kite hands her a cup.
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