The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Valian pipes up "you reek of magic, even though I can't feel stuff like that anymore."
"I know i do, Im constantly around it after all"
"Why is that?" He says quite blatantly facilitated.
"I collect magical items and such" she said with a grin
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
*Oooooo..... Time to Timewarp Soldaer.....*
Soldaer walks back into the bar, Shade on his heels. Shade promptly notices the pseudodragons, and walks over to them, while Soldaer takes a seat next to the woman, ordering a glass of Feywine.
The pseudodragons notice they are being followed and stack on top of each other in a sort defensive way, like when a cat fluffs up to make itself bigger.
The woman takes notice in Soldaer and raises an eyebrow.
*BTW, the two pseudodragons, even on top of each other, are still dwarfed by Shade, who's about 4 feet at the shoulder.*
Shade sems to grin playfully. I'm not going to hurt you two. I'm just here to introduce myself and play around a little. I'm Shade.
Soldaer turns to face her. "I'm Soldaer. What brings you here?" He asks friendlily, taking a sip from his glass of Feywine, which he pays for with a platinum piece.
We are Tink and Bonk, Bonk and Tink. they reply, getting off of one another. The rust colored one is Bonk, the purple and red one is Tink.
Oscar turns to face them and grins "Is that the beginning of a flirt, should I prepare myself? Or what that a simple question?" She asked, joking a bit "ill still answer because you seem to be a fine fellow of god tastes, I am Oscar Moonbeam, Caretaker of the school of crafts, Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
"Thank you, I named after what each one was like. Tink likes the sound of coins while Bonk falls off tables often"
"Very neat." Out of curiosity he pulls out two silver pieces and drops them on the table.
A small purple and red head pops up to peer at and above the table. Its crawls up like a cat would and stares at the coins then at Osmar, waiting for them to do it again
Osmar smiles, picks up the coins and drops them again
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Valian pipes up "you reek of magic, even though I can't feel stuff like that anymore."
"I know i do, Im constantly around it after all"
"Why is that?" He says quite blatantly facilitated.
"I collect magical items and such" she said with a grin
"could I see some?"
"Why?" She asked suspiciously
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
"Thank you, I named after what each one was like. Tink likes the sound of coins while Bonk falls off tables often"
"Very neat." Out of curiosity he pulls out two silver pieces and drops them on the table.
A small purple and red head pops up to peer at and above the table. Its crawls up like a cat would and stares at the coins then at Osmar, waiting for them to do it again
Osmar smiles, picks up the coins and drops them again
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Valian pipes up "you reek of magic, even though I can't feel stuff like that anymore."
"I know i do, Im constantly around it after all"
"Why is that?" He says quite blatantly facilitated.
"I collect magical items and such" she said with a grin
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
*Oooooo..... Time to Timewarp Soldaer.....*
Soldaer walks back into the bar, Shade on his heels. Shade promptly notices the pseudodragons, and walks over to them, while Soldaer takes a seat next to the woman, ordering a glass of Feywine.
The pseudodragons notice they are being followed and stack on top of each other in a sort defensive way, like when a cat fluffs up to make itself bigger.
The woman takes notice in Soldaer and raises an eyebrow.
*BTW, the two pseudodragons, even on top of each other, are still dwarfed by Shade, who's about 4 feet at the shoulder.*
Shade sems to grin playfully. I'm not going to hurt you two. I'm just here to introduce myself and play around a little. I'm Shade.
Soldaer turns to face her. "I'm Soldaer. What brings you here?" He asks friendlily, taking a sip from his glass of Feywine, which he pays for with a platinum piece.
We are Tink and Bonk, Bonk and Tink. they reply, getting off of one another. The rust colored one is Bonk, the purple and red one is Tink.
Oscar turns to face them and grins "Is that the beginning of a flirt, should I prepare myself? Or what that a simple question?" She asked, joking a bit "ill still answer because you seem to be a fine fellow of god tastes, I am Oscar Moonbeam, Caretaker of the school of crafts, Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi"
Shade's eyes flit back and forth between the two, an obviously happy grin on her face. A pleasure to meet you two, and rather interesting names you have.
Soldaer surprisingly switches to telepathy. It could be. It may be just a genuine question. Depends on your perception, and what you want. He says with a shrug, clearly joking along with her, a playful grin on his face. "Quite the impressive list of titles you have, Oscar, but it is still a pleasure to meet you."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
"Thank you, I named after what each one was like. Tink likes the sound of coins while Bonk falls off tables often"
"Very neat." Out of curiosity he pulls out two silver pieces and drops them on the table.
A small purple and red head pops up to peer at and above the table. Its crawls up like a cat would and stares at the coins then at Osmar, waiting for them to do it again
Osmar smiles, picks up the coins and drops them again
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
Bonk is on the table as well with his little sister psedodragon. He is nearing the edge and promptly, and randomly, falls off for no reason.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
*Oooooo..... Time to Timewarp Soldaer.....*
Soldaer walks back into the bar, Shade on his heels. Shade promptly notices the pseudodragons, and walks over to them, while Soldaer takes a seat next to the woman, ordering a glass of Feywine.
The pseudodragons notice they are being followed and stack on top of each other in a sort defensive way, like when a cat fluffs up to make itself bigger.
The woman takes notice in Soldaer and raises an eyebrow.
*BTW, the two pseudodragons, even on top of each other, are still dwarfed by Shade, who's about 4 feet at the shoulder.*
Shade sems to grin playfully. I'm not going to hurt you two. I'm just here to introduce myself and play around a little. I'm Shade.
Soldaer turns to face her. "I'm Soldaer. What brings you here?" He asks friendlily, taking a sip from his glass of Feywine, which he pays for with a platinum piece.
We are Tink and Bonk, Bonk and Tink. they reply, getting off of one another. The rust colored one is Bonk, the purple and red one is Tink.
Oscar turns to face them and grins "Is that the beginning of a flirt, should I prepare myself? Or what that a simple question?" She asked, joking a bit "ill still answer because you seem to be a fine fellow of god tastes, I am Oscar Moonbeam, Caretaker of the school of crafts, Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi"
Shade's eyes flit back and forth between the two, an obviously happy grin on her face. A pleasure to meet you two, and rather interesting names you have.
Soldaer surprisingly switches to telepathy. It could be. It may be just a genuine question. Depends on your perception, and what you want. He says with a shrug, clearly joking along with her, a playful grin on his face. "Quite the impressive list of titles you have, Oscar, but it is still a pleasure to meet you."
"eh, its not it is all up to be" she said and paid for a glass of Underdark Glowberry wine. "and besides, if it was a flirt, I wouldn't stop you, you seem nice enough" she said
Tink nods and curls up like a cat would, Bonk on the other hand was now trying to climb shade
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
"Thank you, I named after what each one was like. Tink likes the sound of coins while Bonk falls off tables often"
"Very neat." Out of curiosity he pulls out two silver pieces and drops them on the table.
A small purple and red head pops up to peer at and above the table. Its crawls up like a cat would and stares at the coins then at Osmar, waiting for them to do it again
Osmar smiles, picks up the coins and drops them again
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
Bonk is on the table as well with his little sister psedodragon. He is nearing the edge and promptly, and randomly, falls off for no reason.
Osmar reaches out with lightning fast reflexes to catch Bonk.
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.
*Considering counting Kalnor inactive for a moment... Got some character ideas*
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The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Valian pipes up "you reek of magic, even though I can't feel stuff like that anymore."
"I know i do, Im constantly around it after all"
"Why is that?" He says quite blatantly facilitated.
"I collect magical items and such" she said with a grin
"could I see some?"
"Why?" She asked suspiciously
"I'm just interested in magic."
"Why are you interested? Are you a lich of sorts?" She asked
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
"Thank you, I named after what each one was like. Tink likes the sound of coins while Bonk falls off tables often"
"Very neat." Out of curiosity he pulls out two silver pieces and drops them on the table.
A small purple and red head pops up to peer at and above the table. Its crawls up like a cat would and stares at the coins then at Osmar, waiting for them to do it again
Osmar smiles, picks up the coins and drops them again
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
Bonk is on the table as well with his little sister psedodragon. He is nearing the edge and promptly, and randomly, falls off for no reason.
Osmar reaches out with lightning fast reflexes to catch Bonk.
Dexterity: 22
He catches the tiny pseudodragon just as it tips off the edge and carefully now cups it in his hands. It lets out a content noise as if to say thank you
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Valian pipes up "you reek of magic, even though I can't feel stuff like that anymore."
"I know i do, Im constantly around it after all"
"Why is that?" He says quite blatantly facilitated.
"I collect magical items and such" she said with a grin
"could I see some?"
"Why?" She asked suspiciously
"I'm just interested in magic."
"Why are you interested? Are you a lich of sorts?" She asked
"What? no, its just. . ., neat, the stuff you can do with it."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
*Oooooo..... Time to Timewarp Soldaer.....*
Soldaer walks back into the bar, Shade on his heels. Shade promptly notices the pseudodragons, and walks over to them, while Soldaer takes a seat next to the woman, ordering a glass of Feywine.
The pseudodragons notice they are being followed and stack on top of each other in a sort defensive way, like when a cat fluffs up to make itself bigger.
The woman takes notice in Soldaer and raises an eyebrow.
*BTW, the two pseudodragons, even on top of each other, are still dwarfed by Shade, who's about 4 feet at the shoulder.*
Shade sems to grin playfully. I'm not going to hurt you two. I'm just here to introduce myself and play around a little. I'm Shade.
Soldaer turns to face her. "I'm Soldaer. What brings you here?" He asks friendlily, taking a sip from his glass of Feywine, which he pays for with a platinum piece.
We are Tink and Bonk, Bonk and Tink. they reply, getting off of one another. The rust colored one is Bonk, the purple and red one is Tink.
Oscar turns to face them and grins "Is that the beginning of a flirt, should I prepare myself? Or what that a simple question?" She asked, joking a bit "ill still answer because you seem to be a fine fellow of god tastes, I am Oscar Moonbeam, Caretaker of the school of crafts, Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi"
Shade's eyes flit back and forth between the two, an obviously happy grin on her face. A pleasure to meet you two, and rather interesting names you have.
Soldaer surprisingly switches to telepathy. It could be. It may be just a genuine question. Depends on your perception, and what you want. He says with a shrug, clearly joking along with her, a playful grin on his face. "Quite the impressive list of titles you have, Oscar, but it is still a pleasure to meet you."
"eh, its not it is all up to be" she said and paid for a glass of Underdark Glowberry wine. "and besides, if it was a flirt, I wouldn't stop you, you seem nice enough" she said
Soldaer's eyebrows shoot up for second at her choice of drink, and at her second comment, before his expression return to normal and taking a sip of his Feywine. "Possibly, but I doubt it's not as interesting as some of the things people here do." He shrugs. "I myself have been the first line of defense for people for nearly 175 years now. Faced down wyverns, drakes, even a pair of purple worms and a green dragon." He glances over at Shade and the pseudodragons, who seem to be having fun play fighting. "I am glad to see our companions are getting along well though."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Osmar walks over and sits down across from her. "Hello. Welcome to the tavern." he says with a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and did a dramatic bow "I am Oscar, Oscar moonbeam. Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi, and caretaker of the school of crafts."
"Names Osmar, just Osmar." he says with a short bow. "Those are psedodragons, yes?" he says motioning to one with a pencil.
She nods "Those are Tink and Bonk"
"Fascinating. I've only read about them." he says as he opens a small journal to a new page and starts to draw the psedodragons. "Nice names by the way."
"Thank you, I named after what each one was like. Tink likes the sound of coins while Bonk falls off tables often"
"Very neat." Out of curiosity he pulls out two silver pieces and drops them on the table.
A small purple and red head pops up to peer at and above the table. Its crawls up like a cat would and stares at the coins then at Osmar, waiting for them to do it again
Osmar smiles, picks up the coins and drops them again
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
Bonk is on the table as well with his little sister psedodragon. He is nearing the edge and promptly, and randomly, falls off for no reason.
Osmar reaches out with lightning fast reflexes to catch Bonk.
Dexterity: 22
He catches the tiny pseudodragon just as it tips off the edge and carefully now cups it in his hands. It lets out a content noise as if to say thank you
Osmar carefully sets him in the center of the table. "Be careful now."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Valian pipes up "you reek of magic, even though I can't feel stuff like that anymore."
"I know i do, Im constantly around it after all"
"Why is that?" He says quite blatantly facilitated.
"I collect magical items and such" she said with a grin
"could I see some?"
"Why?" She asked suspiciously
"I'm just interested in magic."
"Why are you interested? Are you a lich of sorts?" She asked
"What? no, its just. . ., neat, the stuff you can do with it."
She seems content with this answer as she holds out a simple ring. Its wooden with animal carvings on it "Animal influence ring"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door bursts open as a female human, standing no more then 5'8 stands there. She has a proud grin on her face as she walks in with courage. Two psudeodragons sit on her shoulders and chirps to each other, one is rust colored while the other is a crimson red-purple color. She has light brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail adorn with tiny biolumiscent (English) flowers that glow a dull blue color. She wears a suit jacket made of blue cloth, a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a light blue waist coat with silver buttons. She is clearly a mage of sorts.
She carries a satchel full of books, scrolls, magical items and weapons of all sorts, and tomes. The psedodragons jump off of her shoulders and begin to walk around happily like small cats. The woman sits down at a table, its now clear to see, one of her arms is made of metal and a prosthetic.
Valian pipes up "you reek of magic, even though I can't feel stuff like that anymore."
"I know i do, Im constantly around it after all"
"Why is that?" He says quite blatantly facilitated.
"I collect magical items and such" she said with a grin
"could I see some?"
"Why?" She asked suspiciously
"I'm just interested in magic."
"Why are you interested? Are you a lich of sorts?" She asked
"What? no, its just. . ., neat, the stuff you can do with it."
She seems content with this answer as she holds out a simple ring. Its wooden with animal carvings on it "Animal influence ring"
"I guess it influences animals." He's staring at the ring.
"could I see some?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
We are Tink and Bonk, Bonk and Tink. they reply, getting off of one another. The rust colored one is Bonk, the purple and red one is Tink.
Oscar turns to face them and grins "Is that the beginning of a flirt, should I prepare myself? Or what that a simple question?" She asked, joking a bit "ill still answer because you seem to be a fine fellow of god tastes, I am Oscar Moonbeam, Caretaker of the school of crafts, Guardian of the scrolls of Mandi"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I had a feeling you were referencing him with the cat & cheese.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Tink's seems to move back and forth as a small purr of content comes from them. They move the coins with their claws a bit, like little disc's.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Why?" She asked suspiciously
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Osmar draws this with a small smile on his face. He then looks around for Bonk.
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"I'm just interested in magic."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Shade's eyes flit back and forth between the two, an obviously happy grin on her face. A pleasure to meet you two, and rather interesting names you have.
Soldaer surprisingly switches to telepathy. It could be. It may be just a genuine question. Depends on your perception, and what you want. He says with a shrug, clearly joking along with her, a playful grin on his face. "Quite the impressive list of titles you have, Oscar, but it is still a pleasure to meet you."
Bonk is on the table as well with his little sister psedodragon. He is nearing the edge and promptly, and randomly, falls off for no reason.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"eh, its not it is all up to be" she said and paid for a glass of Underdark Glowberry wine. "and besides, if it was a flirt, I wouldn't stop you, you seem nice enough" she said
Tink nods and curls up like a cat would, Bonk on the other hand was now trying to climb shade
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Osmar reaches out with lightning fast reflexes to catch Bonk.
Dexterity: 17
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Flanne walk from the library area with a large book titled: Magic of Incarnum. He is not looking where he is walking.
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(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Considering counting Kalnor inactive for a moment... Got some character ideas*
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"Why are you interested? Are you a lich of sorts?" She asked
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He catches the tiny pseudodragon just as it tips off the edge and carefully now cups it in his hands. It lets out a content noise as if to say thank you
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What? no, its just. . ., neat, the stuff you can do with it."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Soldaer's eyebrows shoot up for second at her choice of drink, and at her second comment, before his expression return to normal and taking a sip of his Feywine. "Possibly, but I doubt it's not as interesting as some of the things people here do." He shrugs. "I myself have been the first line of defense for people for nearly 175 years now. Faced down wyverns, drakes, even a pair of purple worms and a green dragon." He glances over at Shade and the pseudodragons, who seem to be having fun play fighting. "I am glad to see our companions are getting along well though."
Osmar carefully sets him in the center of the table. "Be careful now."
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She seems content with this answer as she holds out a simple ring. Its wooden with animal carvings on it "Animal influence ring"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I guess it influences animals." He's staring at the ring.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.