A man in a Red jumpsuit with Gold buttons and zippers walked in. He wore his hood up, along with a circular white mask with a painted black smile and eyes. He has thick black boots on that thump across the floor of the tavern before he sits down at a table and begins sharpening a small knife.
A fish-man walks in. He has Black and blue scales along with short, broad finned tail. He wears a Grey, long sleeved shirt, Black pants, and a dark green sash around his waist. A peculiar collar is around his neck made of metal of some blue glass bulbs filled with water. He goes up to the bar and sits down at it.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way over, "Greetings, fish-walker."
Azel looks down at Q'il and tilts his head sideways. He taps something on his collar before looking back at Q'il "forgive me, my common is atroucis "
"No worries, which language would you prefer?"
"its fine, I need to learn to speak normally" he said
"Ah ok. I am Q'ilbrith."
"I am Azel"
"Pleased to meet you Azel," Q'ilbrith looks him over, "You have unusual physiology, from where do you come?"
"I come from the depths of the ocean, from the deep"
"Interesting, are you one of the merfolk?"
"I believe we are a break off species of Triton, we are called Tartian"
"Fascinating,"
"I suppose so... Though I wasn't always like this unfortunately "
"What happened?"
"blasted angel I fell in love with turned out to be a devil who's only job was to kill me. Got turned into a blasted fish thing."
"That's ... unfortunate."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man in a Red jumpsuit with Gold buttons and zippers walked in. He wore his hood up, along with a circular white mask with a painted black smile and eyes. He has thick black boots on that thump across the floor of the tavern before he sits down at a table and begins sharpening a small knife.
A fish-man walks in. He has Black and blue scales along with short, broad finned tail. He wears a Grey, long sleeved shirt, Black pants, and a dark green sash around his waist. A peculiar collar is around his neck made of metal of some blue glass bulbs filled with water. He goes up to the bar and sits down at it.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way over, "Greetings, fish-walker."
Azel looks down at Q'il and tilts his head sideways. He taps something on his collar before looking back at Q'il "forgive me, my common is atroucis "
"No worries, which language would you prefer?"
"its fine, I need to learn to speak normally" he said
"Ah ok. I am Q'ilbrith."
"I am Azel"
"Pleased to meet you Azel," Q'ilbrith looks him over, "You have unusual physiology, from where do you come?"
"I come from the depths of the ocean, from the deep"
"Interesting, are you one of the merfolk?"
"I believe we are a break off species of Triton, we are called Tartian"
"Fascinating,"
"I suppose so... Though I wasn't always like this unfortunately "
"What happened?"
"blasted angel I fell in love with turned out to be a devil who's only job was to kill me. Got turned into a blasted fish thing."
"That's ... unfortunate."
"It truly is I suppose. Anyways... No time to dwell on what happened back then"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
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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.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man in a Red jumpsuit with Gold buttons and zippers walked in. He wore his hood up, along with a circular white mask with a painted black smile and eyes. He has thick black boots on that thump across the floor of the tavern before he sits down at a table and begins sharpening a small knife.
A fish-man walks in. He has Black and blue scales along with short, broad finned tail. He wears a Grey, long sleeved shirt, Black pants, and a dark green sash around his waist. A peculiar collar is around his neck made of metal of some blue glass bulbs filled with water. He goes up to the bar and sits down at it.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way over, "Greetings, fish-walker."
Azel looks down at Q'il and tilts his head sideways. He taps something on his collar before looking back at Q'il "forgive me, my common is atroucis "
"No worries, which language would you prefer?"
"its fine, I need to learn to speak normally" he said
"Ah ok. I am Q'ilbrith."
"I am Azel"
"Pleased to meet you Azel," Q'ilbrith looks him over, "You have unusual physiology, from where do you come?"
"I come from the depths of the ocean, from the deep"
"Interesting, are you one of the merfolk?"
"I believe we are a break off species of Triton, we are called Tartian"
"Fascinating,"
"I suppose so... Though I wasn't always like this unfortunately "
"What happened?"
"blasted angel I fell in love with turned out to be a devil who's only job was to kill me. Got turned into a blasted fish thing."
"That's ... unfortunate."
"It truly is I suppose. Anyways... No time to dwell on what happened back then"
"So you came to the Tavern on Lesta for drinks and ended up here?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
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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.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
She suddenly gripped his fingers in an iron grip, possibly breaking a finger or two. "Get your hand off of me, you Creep!" She stood up and turned around, holding his hand in above his head.
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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.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
She suddenly gripped his fingers in an iron grip, possibly breaking a finger or two. "Get your hand off of me, you Creep!" She stood up and turned around, holding his hand in above his head.
He chuckled a bit, "You can seem to hurt me can you?" he said, his black eyes glinting a bit
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
She suddenly gripped his fingers in an iron grip, possibly breaking a finger or two. "Get your hand off of me, you Creep!" She stood up and turned around, holding his hand in above his head.
*Nope. Cant break fingers due to the no damage*
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Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
She suddenly gripped his fingers in an iron grip, possibly breaking a finger or two. "Get your hand off of me, you Creep!" She stood up and turned around, holding his hand in above his head.
He chuckled a bit, "You can seem to hurt me can you?" he said, his black eyes glinting a bit
She sneered and threw his hand away. "Touch me again, and more than that'll happen."
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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.
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"That's ... unfortunate."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
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.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
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.
"It truly is I suppose. Anyways... No time to dwell on what happened back then"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
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.
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
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.
"So you came to the Tavern on Lesta for drinks and ended up here?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
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.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
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 suddenly gripped his fingers in an iron grip, possibly breaking a finger or two. "Get your hand off of me, you Creep!" She stood up and turned around, holding his hand in above his head.
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.
He chuckled a bit, "You can seem to hurt me can you?" he said, his black eyes glinting a bit
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Nope. Cant break fingers due to the no damage*
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"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
She sneered and threw his hand away. "Touch me again, and more than that'll happen."
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.