There's a lot of loud clattering from Thirteen's room, and he runs back down the stairs, holding a lot of books, scrolls, and all kinds of other arcane supplies. "Okay Ares, come with me." Thirteen heads outside.
Ares follows
On the front green, Thirteen has carved a large circle and many glyph designs, and is holding a single book from a stack that is piled on the ground. "Could you stand in the middle of the arcane dome? It helps boost magic by increasing concentration."
A 5'8 human walks in, their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark grey/blackish hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.
The teifling who walked in hours ago looked up. They wore a red helm that covered their entire head, burnt brown jacket, black long sleeved top, black jeans, and boots. a smoldering holster holding a doubled edged sword was strapped to his back. His stumped tail and horns had been cut down to nothing.
The man looked at this strange teifling for a bit before walking over slowly.
He looks up, eyes behind the helm narrowing a bit.
The red helm:
*I wish I got the Red Hood DLC for Injustice 2... He seemed like such a fun character.*
He met his gaze as he pulled up a chair and sat down across from him.
*I love love love Injustice 2, its so good. My favorites are Blue beetle, Red hood, and Batman.*
The man narrowed his eyes again, he kept a watch on the man who just pulled up.
*Harley Quinn, Catwoman, and Cheetah were my mains after I got bored of Joker.*
He just continued to watch the teifling. He seemed to be waiting...
"what do you want?" a gruff voice responded
"Nothing." He spoke very slowly and relaxed, as though putting minimal effort into every aspect of speaking, come to think of it, that's how he seemed to have done everything so far.
The stranger sat there, sharpening his knives
*I love this interaction already.*
The man watched. Slowly, he decided to speak. "What do you want?"
A 5'8 human walks in, their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark grey/blackish hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.
The teifling who walked in hours ago looked up. They wore a red helm that covered their entire head, burnt brown jacket, black long sleeved top, black jeans, and boots. a smoldering holster holding a doubled edged sword was strapped to his back. His stumped tail and horns had been cut down to nothing.
The man looked at this strange teifling for a bit before walking over slowly.
He looks up, eyes behind the helm narrowing a bit.
The red helm:
*I wish I got the Red Hood DLC for Injustice 2... He seemed like such a fun character.*
He met his gaze as he pulled up a chair and sat down across from him.
*I love love love Injustice 2, its so good. My favorites are Blue beetle, Red hood, and Batman.*
The man narrowed his eyes again, he kept a watch on the man who just pulled up.
*Harley Quinn, Catwoman, and Cheetah were my mains after I got bored of Joker.*
He just continued to watch the teifling. He seemed to be waiting...
"what do you want?" a gruff voice responded
"Nothing." He spoke very slowly and relaxed, as though putting minimal effort into every aspect of speaking, come to think of it, that's how he seemed to have done everything so far.
The stranger sat there, sharpening his knives
*I love this interaction already.*
The man watched. Slowly, he decided to speak. "What do you want?"
"You were the one who sat down" the man growled
"Yes." He waited for a proper answer.
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There's a lot of loud clattering from Thirteen's room, and he runs back down the stairs, holding a lot of books, scrolls, and all kinds of other arcane supplies. "Okay Ares, come with me." Thirteen heads outside.
Ares follows
On the front green, Thirteen has carved a large circle and many glyph designs, and is holding a single book from a stack that is piled on the ground. "Could you stand in the middle of the arcane dome? It helps boost magic by increasing concentration."
There's a lot of loud clattering from Thirteen's room, and he runs back down the stairs, holding a lot of books, scrolls, and all kinds of other arcane supplies. "Okay Ares, come with me." Thirteen heads outside.
Ares follows
On the front green, Thirteen has carved a large circle and many glyph designs, and is holding a single book from a stack that is piled on the ground. "Could you stand in the middle of the arcane dome? It helps boost magic by increasing concentration."
A 5'8 human walks in, their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark grey/blackish hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.
*Welp, sine Wendigo is gone...*
He proceeds to walk around the tavern, slowly and elaborately. Almost lazily.
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There's a lot of loud clattering from Thirteen's room, and he runs back down the stairs, holding a lot of books, scrolls, and all kinds of other arcane supplies. "Okay Ares, come with me." Thirteen heads outside.
Ares follows
On the front green, Thirteen has carved a large circle and many glyph designs, and is holding a single book from a stack that is piled on the ground. "Could you stand in the middle of the arcane dome? It helps boost magic by increasing concentration."
"Ok?" Ares steps into it uncertainly.
"Close your eyes. There are many, many kinds of magic. Some have it when they are born. Some get it from a god. Some get it from nature itself. And wizards... get it from books. Knowledge is power, those posters were right." Thirteen grins. "First, I want you to feel the sun. Feel its warmth. Feel its light. Now, hold this yam." Thirteen hands Ares a yam.
There's a lot of loud clattering from Thirteen's room, and he runs back down the stairs, holding a lot of books, scrolls, and all kinds of other arcane supplies. "Okay Ares, come with me." Thirteen heads outside.
Ares follows
On the front green, Thirteen has carved a large circle and many glyph designs, and is holding a single book from a stack that is piled on the ground. "Could you stand in the middle of the arcane dome? It helps boost magic by increasing concentration."
"Ok?" Ares steps into it uncertainly.
"Close your eyes. There are many, many kinds of magic. Some have it when they are born. Some get it from a god. Some get it from nature itself. And wizards... get it from books. Knowledge is power, those posters were right." Thirteen grins. "First, I want you to feel the sun. Feel its warmth. Feel its light. Now, hold this yam." Thirteen hands Ares a yam.
Ares looks at the yam uncertainly before closing his eyes and feeling the sun.
A 5'8 human walks in, their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark grey/blackish hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.
*Welp, sine Wendigo is gone...*
He proceeds to walk around the tavern, slowly and elaborately. Almost lazily.
There's a lot of loud clattering from Thirteen's room, and he runs back down the stairs, holding a lot of books, scrolls, and all kinds of other arcane supplies. "Okay Ares, come with me." Thirteen heads outside.
Ares follows
On the front green, Thirteen has carved a large circle and many glyph designs, and is holding a single book from a stack that is piled on the ground. "Could you stand in the middle of the arcane dome? It helps boost magic by increasing concentration."
"Ok?" Ares steps into it uncertainly.
"Close your eyes. There are many, many kinds of magic. Some have it when they are born. Some get it from a god. Some get it from nature itself. And wizards... get it from books. Knowledge is power, those posters were right." Thirteen grins. "First, I want you to feel the sun. Feel its warmth. Feel its light. Now, hold this yam." Thirteen hands Ares a yam.
Ares looks at the yam uncertainly before closing his eyes and feeling the sun.
"The sun is the source of light. Imagine... imagine the sun's light through your fingers, coursing through your veins like blood. Now feel the light surging to your fingertips, and blasting into the yam. Open your eyes... you've cast your first spell: light."
There's a lot of loud clattering from Thirteen's room, and he runs back down the stairs, holding a lot of books, scrolls, and all kinds of other arcane supplies. "Okay Ares, come with me." Thirteen heads outside.
Ares follows
On the front green, Thirteen has carved a large circle and many glyph designs, and is holding a single book from a stack that is piled on the ground. "Could you stand in the middle of the arcane dome? It helps boost magic by increasing concentration."
"Ok?" Ares steps into it uncertainly.
"Close your eyes. There are many, many kinds of magic. Some have it when they are born. Some get it from a god. Some get it from nature itself. And wizards... get it from books. Knowledge is power, those posters were right." Thirteen grins. "First, I want you to feel the sun. Feel its warmth. Feel its light. Now, hold this yam." Thirteen hands Ares a yam.
Ares looks at the yam uncertainly before closing his eyes and feeling the sun.
"The sun is the source of light. Imagine... imagine the sun's light through your fingers, coursing through your veins like blood. Now feel the light surging to your fingertips, and blasting into the yam. Open your eyes... you've cast your first spell: light."
Ares opens his eyes and almost drops the yam in surprise. "Why are my hands glowing?!" he yells in alarm.
There's a lot of loud clattering from Thirteen's room, and he runs back down the stairs, holding a lot of books, scrolls, and all kinds of other arcane supplies. "Okay Ares, come with me." Thirteen heads outside.
Ares follows
On the front green, Thirteen has carved a large circle and many glyph designs, and is holding a single book from a stack that is piled on the ground. "Could you stand in the middle of the arcane dome? It helps boost magic by increasing concentration."
"Ok?" Ares steps into it uncertainly.
"Close your eyes. There are many, many kinds of magic. Some have it when they are born. Some get it from a god. Some get it from nature itself. And wizards... get it from books. Knowledge is power, those posters were right." Thirteen grins. "First, I want you to feel the sun. Feel its warmth. Feel its light. Now, hold this yam." Thirteen hands Ares a yam.
Ares looks at the yam uncertainly before closing his eyes and feeling the sun.
"The sun is the source of light. Imagine... imagine the sun's light through your fingers, coursing through your veins like blood. Now feel the light surging to your fingertips, and blasting into the yam. Open your eyes... you've cast your first spell: light."
Ares opens his eyes and almost drops the yam in surprise. "Why are my hands glowing?!" he yells in alarm.
"Not your hands, the yam. That's the spell, it imbues whatever you touch with bright light for an hour. See?" Thirteen takes the yam, and indeed, the power is bound to the sweet potato.
"Isn't this cool? You can change what color of light the yam emits, so you could have a disco yam or a strobe yam!"
Enethia seems to be watching this lesson carefully
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She stroked Oritsu. "I'll let you lead the way, Theren."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
On the front green, Thirteen has carved a large circle and many glyph designs, and is holding a single book from a stack that is piled on the ground. "Could you stand in the middle of the arcane dome? It helps boost magic by increasing concentration."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Right." Theren takes a path to his right and starts to walk down it.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"You were the one who sat down" the man growled
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*i must go kiddos, i have to gooooooo*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Taceli followed happily, absentmindedly stroking Oritsu.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Yes." He waited for a proper answer.
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.
Theren smiles at this sight glad that Taceli is happy.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo*
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.
"Ok?" Ares steps into it uncertainly.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Welp, sine Wendigo is gone...*
He proceeds to walk around the tavern, slowly and elaborately. Almost lazily.
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.
"Close your eyes. There are many, many kinds of magic. Some have it when they are born. Some get it from a god. Some get it from nature itself. And wizards... get it from books. Knowledge is power, those posters were right." Thirteen grins. "First, I want you to feel the sun. Feel its warmth. Feel its light. Now, hold this yam." Thirteen hands Ares a yam.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Ares looks at the yam uncertainly before closing his eyes and feeling the sun.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Samuel approaches him holding a firework. "Hi!"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"The sun is the source of light. Imagine... imagine the sun's light through your fingers, coursing through your veins like blood. Now feel the light surging to your fingertips, and blasting into the yam. Open your eyes... you've cast your first spell: light."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Ares opens his eyes and almost drops the yam in surprise. "Why are my hands glowing?!" he yells in alarm.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Not your hands, the yam. That's the spell, it imbues whatever you touch with bright light for an hour. See?" Thirteen takes the yam, and indeed, the power is bound to the sweet potato.
*Oh my gosh I nearly died writing that*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Isn't this cool? You can change what color of light the yam emits, so you could have a disco yam or a strobe yam!"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Enethia seems to be watching this lesson carefully
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!
Characters (Outdated)