Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
*-dopey oval noise-*
-Random timeskip-
Allison walks upstairs and peers in Krathians room, "hello? sir?"
Krathian turns around, momentarily forgetting what happened, he chuckles: "No need to call me sir Alli-" then remembers, "Ah that's right, you've forgotten. How may I help you?"
Allison opens the door a bit before closing her wings which made it harder to get in the doorway. She smiles warmly "i was wondering if you could help me, you smell like a warlock still in patronage to... something"
"Yes...something. It's always something or someone that needs help." he sighs, "What is it that I can do for you."
"Im sorry... i didnt mean to disturb you.." she said
"No really, it's quite alright. What can I do." he sits down on a pile of books and offers Allison the chair.
Allison continues to stand. "It seems that i had memories here before i was made... what were they..."
He stands as well. Krathian chuckles, yet there is no mirth in his voice, just quiet, mad grief. He brushes his hand over carvings in the wooden doorpost. "They're all around you."
"?" she tilted her head a bit "The tavern itself?"
"Yes, though to be more specific look for wood like this." He knocks on the mathas wood lintel with a single knuckle.
She goes over and lightly presses her fingertips against it
She sees images (from Krathian's pov) of when they formally met for the first time.
*Remember? When Q'ilbrith offered to help get Venna back*
*Yep ! *
She chuckles a bit, her eyes glowing a dim white. "You must like who ever you were talking too" she said
He clears his throat "That was you."
She seemed to pull her hand away rather quickly, "that was... Me?"
"...Yes."
she seems to close her eyes and furrow her brow a bit. She seemed to wander around his room blindly before taking his face in her hand.
He raises an eyebrow but doesn't flinch. "Yes?"
"your face does feel familar" she said
"That's ... comforting. Though I don't particularly remember you feeling my face often." he says dryly
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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.
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
*-dopey oval noise-*
-Random timeskip-
Allison walks upstairs and peers in Krathians room, "hello? sir?"
Krathian turns around, momentarily forgetting what happened, he chuckles: "No need to call me sir Alli-" then remembers, "Ah that's right, you've forgotten. How may I help you?"
Allison opens the door a bit before closing her wings which made it harder to get in the doorway. She smiles warmly "i was wondering if you could help me, you smell like a warlock still in patronage to... something"
"Yes...something. It's always something or someone that needs help." he sighs, "What is it that I can do for you."
"Im sorry... i didnt mean to disturb you.." she said
"No really, it's quite alright. What can I do." he sits down on a pile of books and offers Allison the chair.
Allison continues to stand. "It seems that i had memories here before i was made... what were they..."
He stands as well. Krathian chuckles, yet there is no mirth in his voice, just quiet, mad grief. He brushes his hand over carvings in the wooden doorpost. "They're all around you."
"?" she tilted her head a bit "The tavern itself?"
"Yes, though to be more specific look for wood like this." He knocks on the mathas wood lintel with a single knuckle.
She goes over and lightly presses her fingertips against it
She sees images (from Krathian's pov) of when they formally met for the first time.
*Remember? When Q'ilbrith offered to help get Venna back*
*Yep ! *
She chuckles a bit, her eyes glowing a dim white. "You must like who ever you were talking too" she said
He clears his throat "That was you."
She seemed to pull her hand away rather quickly, "that was... Me?"
"...Yes."
she seems to close her eyes and furrow her brow a bit. She seemed to wander around his room blindly before taking his face in her hand.
He raises an eyebrow but doesn't flinch. "Yes?"
"your face does feel familar" she said
"That's ... comforting. Though I don't particularly remember you feeling my face often." he says dryly
"Well I don't remember anything..." She said as if she took a bit of offense to that. She realized she still had his face in her hand and quickly snapped her arm and hand back.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Flanne is downstairs, looking grumpy as always. He is looking for Xrorhran.
Xrorhran is sitting next to the fireplace, I guess. Having overcome certain temporal anomalies that are also known as me sleeping...
Flanne glances over and sees Xrorhran sitting next to the fireplace. He starts packing up his table of maps and books. "I promised you breakfast, didn't I?" He groans and attempts to paste a smile onto his haggard face.
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.
Flanne is downstairs, looking grumpy as always. He is looking for Xrorhran.
Xrorhran is sitting next to the fireplace, I guess. Having overcome certain temporal anomalies that are also known as me sleeping...
Flanne glances over and sees Xrorhran sitting next to the fireplace. He starts packing up his table of maps and books. "I promised you breakfast, didn't I?" He groans and attempts to paste a smile onto his haggard face.
I mean, I don't really eat that much. How many people have you seen eating here? Not that many...
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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.
Enethia is walking around outside, looking at everything around
Kalnor is pepping to research
Tikalae is doing things
The swords are doing the evil sword thing
Allison is accompanying E
"Good morning, Allison"
"hello" she chimed and grinned "What shall we do today?"
"I dont have any plans yet. Just some new spells"
"Anything i may help with?"
"Not that I can immediately think of. Do you have any plans today?"
"not that i can think, i mostly move with the winds"
"I see... Im thinking about checking on a place in Sogel."
"I will accompany you then" She said and unfolded her wings a bit
"If you want to... Do you know anything of Sogel?"
*What would i roll for that chris? history? arcana?*
She shakes her head a bit "Not much from what i can rack my brain"
*Histoy would work.
19
She knows that its a highly magical world, commonly seen as chaotic and unpredictable. Creatures from across the multiverse can be found there, but mostly creatures of different material worlds
She raises an eyebrow "a bit, not much but a bit" she said and chuckled
"Alright. Just keep your head down, wings tucked, and weapons away. You may see someone or thing that may seem evil at first glance, but they could be very different"
She does so and puts on a thin white coat of sorts, Her vorpal spear disappears into thin air.
"Alright. Is there anything youd like to bring? Or would you be ready to go?"
She shakes her head, all i have is on me
"Alright" She hands Allison a small clay object "Break that, and youll be teleported to Sogel"
She nods and takes the object, staring at it.
Its covered in some sort of runes. E takes out another for herself
"just crack it?" she asked and raised an eyebrow
She nods "Its pretty simple."
"Very well" she cracks it
E does the same. They end up next to a large, deep blue lake. Its around 9 AM there, partly cloudy
Allison stand there, transfixed by the lake
"Welcome to Sogel. This is Dewfell Lake"
"Its beautfuil!" she said and grinned
She smiles "It can be. But its also a bit dangerous to linger by"
"Then we should not be here more then we need too" she said
She nods, beginning to walk
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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)
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
*-dopey oval noise-*
-Random timeskip-
Allison walks upstairs and peers in Krathians room, "hello? sir?"
Krathian turns around, momentarily forgetting what happened, he chuckles: "No need to call me sir Alli-" then remembers, "Ah that's right, you've forgotten. How may I help you?"
Allison opens the door a bit before closing her wings which made it harder to get in the doorway. She smiles warmly "i was wondering if you could help me, you smell like a warlock still in patronage to... something"
"Yes...something. It's always something or someone that needs help." he sighs, "What is it that I can do for you."
"Im sorry... i didnt mean to disturb you.." she said
"No really, it's quite alright. What can I do." he sits down on a pile of books and offers Allison the chair.
Allison continues to stand. "It seems that i had memories here before i was made... what were they..."
He stands as well. Krathian chuckles, yet there is no mirth in his voice, just quiet, mad grief. He brushes his hand over carvings in the wooden doorpost. "They're all around you."
"?" she tilted her head a bit "The tavern itself?"
"Yes, though to be more specific look for wood like this." He knocks on the mathas wood lintel with a single knuckle.
She goes over and lightly presses her fingertips against it
She sees images (from Krathian's pov) of when they formally met for the first time.
*Remember? When Q'ilbrith offered to help get Venna back*
*Yep ! *
She chuckles a bit, her eyes glowing a dim white. "You must like who ever you were talking too" she said
He clears his throat "That was you."
She seemed to pull her hand away rather quickly, "that was... Me?"
"...Yes."
she seems to close her eyes and furrow her brow a bit. She seemed to wander around his room blindly before taking his face in her hand.
He raises an eyebrow but doesn't flinch. "Yes?"
"your face does feel familar" she said
"That's ... comforting. Though I don't particularly remember you feeling my face often." he says dryly
"Well I don't remember anything..." She said as if she took a bit of offense to that. She realized she still had his face in her hand and quickly snapped her arm and hand back.
"Look Allison, you should feel no obligation to the people you've forgotten, especially me. Having lost your memories you are, for all intents and purposes, a different person. It doesn't matter what you are, human, elven, even illithid, that is the result of total memory loss."
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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.
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.
Enethia is walking around outside, looking at everything around
Kalnor is pepping to research
Tikalae is doing things
The swords are doing the evil sword thing
Allison is accompanying E
"Good morning, Allison"
"hello" she chimed and grinned "What shall we do today?"
"I dont have any plans yet. Just some new spells"
"Anything i may help with?"
"Not that I can immediately think of. Do you have any plans today?"
"not that i can think, i mostly move with the winds"
"I see... Im thinking about checking on a place in Sogel."
"I will accompany you then" She said and unfolded her wings a bit
"If you want to... Do you know anything of Sogel?"
*What would i roll for that chris? history? arcana?*
She shakes her head a bit "Not much from what i can rack my brain"
*Histoy would work.
19
She knows that its a highly magical world, commonly seen as chaotic and unpredictable. Creatures from across the multiverse can be found there, but mostly creatures of different material worlds
She raises an eyebrow "a bit, not much but a bit" she said and chuckled
"Alright. Just keep your head down, wings tucked, and weapons away. You may see someone or thing that may seem evil at first glance, but they could be very different"
She does so and puts on a thin white coat of sorts, Her vorpal spear disappears into thin air.
"Alright. Is there anything youd like to bring? Or would you be ready to go?"
She shakes her head, all i have is on me
"Alright" She hands Allison a small clay object "Break that, and youll be teleported to Sogel"
She nods and takes the object, staring at it.
Its covered in some sort of runes. E takes out another for herself
"just crack it?" she asked and raised an eyebrow
She nods "Its pretty simple."
"Very well" she cracks it
E does the same. They end up next to a large, deep blue lake. Its around 9 AM there, partly cloudy
Allison stand there, transfixed by the lake
"Welcome to Sogel. This is Dewfell Lake"
"Its beautfuil!" she said and grinned
She smiles "It can be. But its also a bit dangerous to linger by"
"Then we should not be here more then we need too" she said
She nods, beginning to walk
Allison follows. A small journal-like book appears in her hand as she writes a few things down
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Enethia is walking around outside, looking at everything around
Kalnor is pepping to research
Tikalae is doing things
The swords are doing the evil sword thing
Allison is accompanying E
"Good morning, Allison"
"hello" she chimed and grinned "What shall we do today?"
"I dont have any plans yet. Just some new spells"
"Anything i may help with?"
"Not that I can immediately think of. Do you have any plans today?"
"not that i can think, i mostly move with the winds"
"I see... Im thinking about checking on a place in Sogel."
"I will accompany you then" She said and unfolded her wings a bit
"If you want to... Do you know anything of Sogel?"
*What would i roll for that chris? history? arcana?*
She shakes her head a bit "Not much from what i can rack my brain"
*Histoy would work.
19
She knows that its a highly magical world, commonly seen as chaotic and unpredictable. Creatures from across the multiverse can be found there, but mostly creatures of different material worlds
She raises an eyebrow "a bit, not much but a bit" she said and chuckled
"Alright. Just keep your head down, wings tucked, and weapons away. You may see someone or thing that may seem evil at first glance, but they could be very different"
She does so and puts on a thin white coat of sorts, Her vorpal spear disappears into thin air.
"Alright. Is there anything youd like to bring? Or would you be ready to go?"
She shakes her head, all i have is on me
"Alright" She hands Allison a small clay object "Break that, and youll be teleported to Sogel"
She nods and takes the object, staring at it.
Its covered in some sort of runes. E takes out another for herself
"just crack it?" she asked and raised an eyebrow
She nods "Its pretty simple."
"Very well" she cracks it
E does the same. They end up next to a large, deep blue lake. Its around 9 AM there, partly cloudy
Allison stand there, transfixed by the lake
"Welcome to Sogel. This is Dewfell Lake"
"Its beautfuil!" she said and grinned
She smiles "It can be. But its also a bit dangerous to linger by"
"Then we should not be here more then we need too" she said
She nods, beginning to walk
Allison follows. A small journal-like book appears in her hand as she writes a few things down
"Whatcha writing?"
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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)
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
Jim looks over at Sharlene, "Hiya Sharlene, how do ye do?"
"BORED." She puts her head on the bar. "Penny went to go do something or something, so I've got nothin to do right now, and there ain't any good equipment to workout with, and the trees are getting boring."
Suddenly a potato flies at her face, "Gives ye plenty o' time to help me peel potatoes, I'm sure any sword o' yers'd do well fer that."
She catches the potato easily. "I don't got any swords."
"Then use this," he tosses her a small paring knife,
She catches it and sighs, getting up. "Fine." She walks over to -insert wherever people peel potatoes here- and starts peeling.
"So, I see that you and penny are getting close."
"Yeah. If you're gonna get to something, just go ahead and get to it."
"Nothing really, just making small talk. What do you think of her?"
"She's nice to be around, I like her."
"Good that's a nice development considering the way you both met."
*-insert me forgetting how they met momentarily.*
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well weren't you in a fight? Remember, you were bored and I was picking blackberries, then you carried her off and you ... got to know each other"
She chuckled. "Oh, nah, we met a bit before that."
"Ah okay, that explains a lot."
"Throw me another potato." She tosses the peeled potato to him. "Also, you got any more 'small talk' questions?"
"Nope, that's about it for now," he tosses her another potato, "What about you?"
"How's your demon problem goin?" She got to work peeling it.
"Kinda died down fer now - at least I think - I haven't heard from anyone else about weird behavior. I did discover a huge gap in my memory though right after I left home."
"Left home? You talking about when you left your clan or something?"
"Yeh," he says, quieting down.
"How huge of a gap?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
*-dopey oval noise-*
-Random timeskip-
Allison walks upstairs and peers in Krathians room, "hello? sir?"
Krathian turns around, momentarily forgetting what happened, he chuckles: "No need to call me sir Alli-" then remembers, "Ah that's right, you've forgotten. How may I help you?"
Allison opens the door a bit before closing her wings which made it harder to get in the doorway. She smiles warmly "i was wondering if you could help me, you smell like a warlock still in patronage to... something"
"Yes...something. It's always something or someone that needs help." he sighs, "What is it that I can do for you."
"Im sorry... i didnt mean to disturb you.." she said
"No really, it's quite alright. What can I do." he sits down on a pile of books and offers Allison the chair.
Allison continues to stand. "It seems that i had memories here before i was made... what were they..."
He stands as well. Krathian chuckles, yet there is no mirth in his voice, just quiet, mad grief. He brushes his hand over carvings in the wooden doorpost. "They're all around you."
"?" she tilted her head a bit "The tavern itself?"
"Yes, though to be more specific look for wood like this." He knocks on the mathas wood lintel with a single knuckle.
She goes over and lightly presses her fingertips against it
She sees images (from Krathian's pov) of when they formally met for the first time.
*Remember? When Q'ilbrith offered to help get Venna back*
*Yep ! *
She chuckles a bit, her eyes glowing a dim white. "You must like who ever you were talking too" she said
He clears his throat "That was you."
She seemed to pull her hand away rather quickly, "that was... Me?"
"...Yes."
she seems to close her eyes and furrow her brow a bit. She seemed to wander around his room blindly before taking his face in her hand.
He raises an eyebrow but doesn't flinch. "Yes?"
"your face does feel familar" she said
"That's ... comforting. Though I don't particularly remember you feeling my face often." he says dryly
"Well I don't remember anything..." She said as if she took a bit of offense to that. She realized she still had his face in her hand and quickly snapped her arm and hand back.
"Look Allison, you should feel no obligation to the people you've forgotten, especially me. Having lost your memories you are, for all intents and purposes, a different person. It doesn't matter what you are, human, elven, even illithid, that is the result of total memory loss."
"Well I plan on getting them back, obviously I was a person here, therefore I should be able to have my memories again." She said, her voice laced with determination and courage.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Enethia is walking around outside, looking at everything around
Kalnor is pepping to research
Tikalae is doing things
The swords are doing the evil sword thing
Allison is accompanying E
"Good morning, Allison"
"hello" she chimed and grinned "What shall we do today?"
"I dont have any plans yet. Just some new spells"
"Anything i may help with?"
"Not that I can immediately think of. Do you have any plans today?"
"not that i can think, i mostly move with the winds"
"I see... Im thinking about checking on a place in Sogel."
"I will accompany you then" She said and unfolded her wings a bit
"If you want to... Do you know anything of Sogel?"
*What would i roll for that chris? history? arcana?*
She shakes her head a bit "Not much from what i can rack my brain"
*Histoy would work.
19
She knows that its a highly magical world, commonly seen as chaotic and unpredictable. Creatures from across the multiverse can be found there, but mostly creatures of different material worlds
She raises an eyebrow "a bit, not much but a bit" she said and chuckled
"Alright. Just keep your head down, wings tucked, and weapons away. You may see someone or thing that may seem evil at first glance, but they could be very different"
She does so and puts on a thin white coat of sorts, Her vorpal spear disappears into thin air.
"Alright. Is there anything youd like to bring? Or would you be ready to go?"
She shakes her head, all i have is on me
"Alright" She hands Allison a small clay object "Break that, and youll be teleported to Sogel"
She nods and takes the object, staring at it.
Its covered in some sort of runes. E takes out another for herself
"just crack it?" she asked and raised an eyebrow
She nods "Its pretty simple."
"Very well" she cracks it
E does the same. They end up next to a large, deep blue lake. Its around 9 AM there, partly cloudy
Allison stand there, transfixed by the lake
"Welcome to Sogel. This is Dewfell Lake"
"Its beautfuil!" she said and grinned
She smiles "It can be. But its also a bit dangerous to linger by"
"Then we should not be here more then we need too" she said
She nods, beginning to walk
Allison follows. A small journal-like book appears in her hand as she writes a few things down
"Whatcha writing?"
'Taking about where this is, its pretty but as you said, dangerous as well."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
"That's ... comforting. Though I don't particularly remember you feeling my face often." he says dryly
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"
Albwin is talking to Flanne.
Osmar is waiting patiently while writing in his journal.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Well I don't remember anything..." She said as if she took a bit of offense to that. She realized she still had his face in her hand and quickly snapped her arm and hand back.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Flanne glances over and sees Xrorhran sitting next to the fireplace. He starts packing up his table of maps and books. "I promised you breakfast, didn't I?" He groans and attempts to paste a smile onto his haggard face.
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.
I mean, I don't really eat that much. How many people have you seen eating here? Not that many...
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Me too." Flanne walks to the bar and orders an omelet.
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.
Albwin remains at the table.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She nods, beginning to walk
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)
"Look Allison, you should feel no obligation to the people you've forgotten, especially me. Having lost your memories you are, for all intents and purposes, a different person. It doesn't matter what you are, human, elven, even illithid, that is the result of total memory loss."
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"
Flanne frowns. "Do you want anything to eat?"
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.
Allison follows. A small journal-like book appears in her hand as she writes a few things down
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No thanks..."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Whatcha writing?"
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)
"How huge of a gap?"
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.
"Well I plan on getting them back, obviously I was a person here, therefore I should be able to have my memories again." She said, her voice laced with determination and courage.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Gooooood morning!!!! I got a really cool character imma intro*
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
'Taking about where this is, its pretty but as you said, dangerous as well."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Nice*
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.
*Oooooo, can't wait!*
*Also getting ideas for a character, but not sure if I can make them...*
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.
Valian is searching for a job.
Thara is tossing an orange in the air then catching, then repeating.
Gust is laying in a tree.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.