Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
Soldaer looks over at Fin. "Soldaer. Druid and ranger. I've got a decent bit of healing and offensive magic at my disposal."
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A large shadow passes over the tavern, then again a few moments later. Something appears to be circling above, thousands of feet in the air, blocking out the sun every few seconds
Phantom looks up from his discussion with Theren's ghost. (Passive perception 34, or 37 perception check.)
Its... Hard to tell from this distance what it is, but its definitely a huge winged creature...
Phantom peers at it a bit closer, before decided to get a closer look. With a sudden flurry of motion, he takes off, climbing rapidly towards it.
*Speed? Dashing?*
*120 ft fly speed, and yes, dashing*
After around a minute, he can see it a bit more clearly. It looks like a large grey bird, with glowing blue patterns on the undersides of its wings. Something also appears to be on its back. Hes about 1000 ft away now
Phantom slows down now (No longer dashing, but still full flight speed), but continues to move closer.
Around 500 ft away, it looks to him and nods. The thing on its back seems to be some sort of black box, around 7' by 5'
Phantom nods back and comes closer, until he's in telepathic range What brings you here? He asks in draconic.
It tilts its head, seeming to understand, but no response is heard
Phantom nods. Come. You'll be safe near the tavern. With that, Phantom banks and dives back down toward the tavern.
It dives, following, and a small shriek is heard momentarily from the box
After about a minute, Phantom opens his wings, slowing his descent about 200 feet above the tavern, and he starts circling the tavern until he lands near the training field.
It continues circling, around 30 feet up
Phantom looks up, and cocks his head. You don't want to land?
It shakes its head, motioning to the box
You're carrying a prisoner?
It shakes its head again
Phantom thinks about this for a minute. You have a passenger, that much I know. Do you need help with getting him or her off?
It nods
Phantom nods, smiling. I'll see what I can do. He shifts back to his elf form, and teleports onto it's back. (He has Far Step as an innate 3/day)
It mostly seems a solid box, though one part has an engraved outline looking like itd be a doorway, but theres no handle or anything
Phantom notices this, and calls telepathically, in common, to whoever is inside. How do you open this thing?
A female voice responds That depends on who the hell is asking me
Phantom chuckles. I'm called Phantom. Full name is Phantomizakell, but no one really calls me that. I'm a dragon, and was trying to get your mount to land, but it won't out of concern for you, I'm presuming.
It doesnt land without being told to. What plan and/or layer or world have we arrived on?
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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.
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Soldaer walks directly over to her. You did amazing, dear. Now though, I'm guessing you wouldn't say no to a bit of healing magic, would you? He asks, joking to cover up his concern at her wounds.
She smiles "Why thank and yes i would please, as fast as possible" she said. Tink flaps her wings and lands on Soldaer's head while Bonk sits on Shade's back like a tiny dragon cowbot riding off into the sunset on the giant fey beast.
Soldaer glances over at them quickly, and chuckles at their continued antics, before turning his attention back to Oscar. He lays a hand on her chest, where most of the wounds seem to be, and his hands starts glowing slightly as he mutters a few words in druidic under his breath.
(7th level Cure wounds: 38)
(HP: 189/202)
She seems to be in less pain now, still a little sore but in less pain. She sits up, examining her spot from where she was and staring her blood that soaked through the fabric of the couch. "I might have to pay them for a new sofa" she joked, knowing she would pay anyways.
Soldaer chuckles. "With how many magic users are in here, I'm sure someone can clean it up." He looks her over again. "If you need it, I have more spells ready that I can use."
She chuckles "Ill be fine, besides i need something to do inside while i heal" she said and smiled. She reached up and plucked Tink off of his head and petted the Pseudodragon.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
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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.
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Soldaer walks directly over to her. You did amazing, dear. Now though, I'm guessing you wouldn't say no to a bit of healing magic, would you? He asks, joking to cover up his concern at her wounds.
She smiles "Why thank and yes i would please, as fast as possible" she said. Tink flaps her wings and lands on Soldaer's head while Bonk sits on Shade's back like a tiny dragon cowbot riding off into the sunset on the giant fey beast.
Soldaer glances over at them quickly, and chuckles at their continued antics, before turning his attention back to Oscar. He lays a hand on her chest, where most of the wounds seem to be, and his hands starts glowing slightly as he mutters a few words in druidic under his breath.
(7th level Cure wounds: 38)
(HP: 189/202)
She seems to be in less pain now, still a little sore but in less pain. She sits up, examining her spot from where she was and staring her blood that soaked through the fabric of the couch. "I might have to pay them for a new sofa" she joked, knowing she would pay anyways.
Soldaer chuckles. "With how many magic users are in here, I'm sure someone can clean it up." He looks her over again. "If you need it, I have more spells ready that I can use."
She chuckles "Ill be fine, besides i need something to do inside while i heal" she said and smiled. She reached up and plucked Tink off of his head and petted the Pseudodragon.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
She punches him gently "Im bleeding right now, Keep them thoughts to yourself Lover" she said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Everyone can die. Sometimes it just takes a while."
”Do you have any poison on you? I can go outside and drink it if you’re really unconvinced.”
"I always have poison on me."
Atemos holds out a hand. “Give me a little bit. Maybe it’ll convince you this isn’t the best idea.”
A poison vial drops from the ceiling.
He pockets it, winking. “Thanks. I’m gonna go take care of some business real quick, but I appreciate the free vial.”
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A large shadow passes over the tavern, then again a few moments later. Something appears to be circling above, thousands of feet in the air, blocking out the sun every few seconds
Phantom looks up from his discussion with Theren's ghost. (Passive perception 34, or 37 perception check.)
Its... Hard to tell from this distance what it is, but its definitely a huge winged creature...
Phantom peers at it a bit closer, before decided to get a closer look. With a sudden flurry of motion, he takes off, climbing rapidly towards it.
*Speed? Dashing?*
*120 ft fly speed, and yes, dashing*
After around a minute, he can see it a bit more clearly. It looks like a large grey bird, with glowing blue patterns on the undersides of its wings. Something also appears to be on its back. Hes about 1000 ft away now
Phantom slows down now (No longer dashing, but still full flight speed), but continues to move closer.
Around 500 ft away, it looks to him and nods. The thing on its back seems to be some sort of black box, around 7' by 5'
Phantom nods back and comes closer, until he's in telepathic range What brings you here? He asks in draconic.
It tilts its head, seeming to understand, but no response is heard
Phantom nods. Come. You'll be safe near the tavern. With that, Phantom banks and dives back down toward the tavern.
It dives, following, and a small shriek is heard momentarily from the box
After about a minute, Phantom opens his wings, slowing his descent about 200 feet above the tavern, and he starts circling the tavern until he lands near the training field.
It continues circling, around 30 feet up
Phantom looks up, and cocks his head. You don't want to land?
It shakes its head, motioning to the box
You're carrying a prisoner?
It shakes its head again
Phantom thinks about this for a minute. You have a passenger, that much I know. Do you need help with getting him or her off?
It nods
Phantom nods, smiling. I'll see what I can do. He shifts back to his elf form, and teleports onto it's back. (He has Far Step as an innate 3/day)
It mostly seems a solid box, though one part has an engraved outline looking like itd be a doorway, but theres no handle or anything
Phantom notices this, and calls telepathically, in common, to whoever is inside. How do you open this thing?
A female voice responds That depends on who the hell is asking me
Phantom chuckles. I'm called Phantom. Full name is Phantomizakell, but no one really calls me that. I'm a dragon, and was trying to get your mount to land, but it won't out of concern for you, I'm presuming.
It doesnt land without being told to. What plan and/or layer or world have we arrived on?
It's the world of Entropy. You're relatively close to a place known as "The Tavern at the End of the World." It's kind of a multiversal safe zone. You'll find just about any entity you can imagine here.
*I assume Cyno went off, so putting Wolfe in a time warp.*
Wolfe is playing some music in her room.
Wyatt is snacking on his sugar cubes, watching the shadowy thing from the roof.
Sharlene is drinking.
*Is their door open? [Mischeviousness intensifies]*
*Yep.*
*Can i get her passive perception, or a perception check, whichever is easier :)*
*Passive is 23. :)*
*Oh yeah, thats high enough*
She notices a paper white figure watching her from the doorway, making some semblance of an attempt to hide
Wolfe looks at them for a bit, pausing and very obviously noticing.
They seem suprised they were noticed, looking around quickly for something to distract her with
Wolfe's room is fairly messy, various rock music related memorabilia is lying around, some rock band posters were on one wall, a pile of clothes in a corner, some papers spread out on a desk...
They rummage in their pockets for a second, before throwing a pop snap at the floor infront of her
-confused Wolfe.mp3-
They slowly reach inside and grab a CD (I think those exist)
"What are you doing here?"
They freeze up for a second, then look back at her, "Nothing...."
Insight: 27
They aren't doing 'nothing'
"What are you really doing?"
"I was... watching you play."
"Oddly enough, you're not the first to do this."
*Yep, you missed. It's alright a lot of people are on rn.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
"Ill be fine" she said and waved a hand "I have lived three lifetimes, whose says ill die now"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Everyone can die. Sometimes it just takes a while."
”Do you have any poison on you? I can go outside and drink it if you’re really unconvinced.”
"I always have poison on me."
Atemos holds out a hand. “Give me a little bit. Maybe it’ll convince you this isn’t the best idea.”
A poison vial drops from the ceiling.
He pockets it, winking. “Thanks. I’m gonna go take care of some business real quick, but I appreciate the free vial.”
Should I check if thats magical for you? There may be adverse effects besides being a poison that may still effect you
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Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Soldaer walks directly over to her. You did amazing, dear. Now though, I'm guessing you wouldn't say no to a bit of healing magic, would you? He asks, joking to cover up his concern at her wounds.
She smiles "Why thank and yes i would please, as fast as possible" she said. Tink flaps her wings and lands on Soldaer's head while Bonk sits on Shade's back like a tiny dragon cowbot riding off into the sunset on the giant fey beast.
Soldaer glances over at them quickly, and chuckles at their continued antics, before turning his attention back to Oscar. He lays a hand on her chest, where most of the wounds seem to be, and his hands starts glowing slightly as he mutters a few words in druidic under his breath.
(7th level Cure wounds: 38)
(HP: 189/202)
She seems to be in less pain now, still a little sore but in less pain. She sits up, examining her spot from where she was and staring her blood that soaked through the fabric of the couch. "I might have to pay them for a new sofa" she joked, knowing she would pay anyways.
Soldaer chuckles. "With how many magic users are in here, I'm sure someone can clean it up." He looks her over again. "If you need it, I have more spells ready that I can use."
She chuckles "Ill be fine, besides i need something to do inside while i heal" she said and smiled. She reached up and plucked Tink off of his head and petted the Pseudodragon.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
She punches him gently "Im bleeding right now, Keep them thoughts to yourself Lover" she said
Soldaer laughs. I wasn't talking about right now, and you know it, dear. There are plenty of non-strenuous things we can do while you rest.
A large shadow passes over the tavern, then again a few moments later. Something appears to be circling above, thousands of feet in the air, blocking out the sun every few seconds
Phantom looks up from his discussion with Theren's ghost. (Passive perception 34, or 37 perception check.)
Its... Hard to tell from this distance what it is, but its definitely a huge winged creature...
Phantom peers at it a bit closer, before decided to get a closer look. With a sudden flurry of motion, he takes off, climbing rapidly towards it.
*Speed? Dashing?*
*120 ft fly speed, and yes, dashing*
After around a minute, he can see it a bit more clearly. It looks like a large grey bird, with glowing blue patterns on the undersides of its wings. Something also appears to be on its back. Hes about 1000 ft away now
Phantom slows down now (No longer dashing, but still full flight speed), but continues to move closer.
Around 500 ft away, it looks to him and nods. The thing on its back seems to be some sort of black box, around 7' by 5'
Phantom nods back and comes closer, until he's in telepathic range What brings you here? He asks in draconic.
It tilts its head, seeming to understand, but no response is heard
Phantom nods. Come. You'll be safe near the tavern. With that, Phantom banks and dives back down toward the tavern.
It dives, following, and a small shriek is heard momentarily from the box
After about a minute, Phantom opens his wings, slowing his descent about 200 feet above the tavern, and he starts circling the tavern until he lands near the training field.
It continues circling, around 30 feet up
Phantom looks up, and cocks his head. You don't want to land?
It shakes its head, motioning to the box
You're carrying a prisoner?
It shakes its head again
Phantom thinks about this for a minute. You have a passenger, that much I know. Do you need help with getting him or her off?
It nods
Phantom nods, smiling. I'll see what I can do. He shifts back to his elf form, and teleports onto it's back. (He has Far Step as an innate 3/day)
It mostly seems a solid box, though one part has an engraved outline looking like itd be a doorway, but theres no handle or anything
Phantom notices this, and calls telepathically, in common, to whoever is inside. How do you open this thing?
A female voice responds That depends on who the hell is asking me
Phantom chuckles. I'm called Phantom. Full name is Phantomizakell, but no one really calls me that. I'm a dragon, and was trying to get your mount to land, but it won't out of concern for you, I'm presuming.
It doesnt land without being told to. What plan and/or layer or world have we arrived on?
It's the world of Entropy. You're relatively close to a place known as "The Tavern at the End of the World." It's kind of a multiversal safe zone. You'll find just about any entity you can imagine here.
So..... Sogel part 2... The door is a pattern lock sort of thing. To open someone needs to 'draw' on it with a finger the image of a keyhole
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Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Soldaer walks directly over to her. You did amazing, dear. Now though, I'm guessing you wouldn't say no to a bit of healing magic, would you? He asks, joking to cover up his concern at her wounds.
She smiles "Why thank and yes i would please, as fast as possible" she said. Tink flaps her wings and lands on Soldaer's head while Bonk sits on Shade's back like a tiny dragon cowbot riding off into the sunset on the giant fey beast.
Soldaer glances over at them quickly, and chuckles at their continued antics, before turning his attention back to Oscar. He lays a hand on her chest, where most of the wounds seem to be, and his hands starts glowing slightly as he mutters a few words in druidic under his breath.
(7th level Cure wounds: 38)
(HP: 189/202)
She seems to be in less pain now, still a little sore but in less pain. She sits up, examining her spot from where she was and staring her blood that soaked through the fabric of the couch. "I might have to pay them for a new sofa" she joked, knowing she would pay anyways.
Soldaer chuckles. "With how many magic users are in here, I'm sure someone can clean it up." He looks her over again. "If you need it, I have more spells ready that I can use."
She chuckles "Ill be fine, besides i need something to do inside while i heal" she said and smiled. She reached up and plucked Tink off of his head and petted the Pseudodragon.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
She punches him gently "Im bleeding right now, Keep them thoughts to yourself Lover" she said
Soldaer laughs. I wasn't talking about right now, and you know it, dear. There are plenty of non-strenuous things we can do while you rest.
"Yes, like im going to nap for six hours on the floor" She said and tried to stand up, wincing a bit,
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
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Soldaer looks over at Fin. "Soldaer. Druid and ranger. I've got a decent bit of healing and offensive magic at my disposal."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
It doesnt land without being told to. What plan and/or layer or world have we arrived on?
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)
*Well that was the fastest death one of my characters has ever had*
Albwin is napping on a couch. A bit of his hair flutters off of his forehead every time he breathes out.
Osmar is writing in his journal
[Slot open]
Thomas (Its me middle name) is gonna create a new character now
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*Gonna introduce a new character soon.*
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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.
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
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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.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
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"
*Overkill, ya never responded to one of my posts.... or i missed it.*
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
She punches him gently "Im bleeding right now, Keep them thoughts to yourself Lover" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He pockets it, winking. “Thanks. I’m gonna go take care of some business real quick, but I appreciate the free vial.”
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It's the world of Entropy. You're relatively close to a place known as "The Tavern at the End of the World." It's kind of a multiversal safe zone. You'll find just about any entity you can imagine here.
"Yea no prob."
*This character is now dead*
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"Ill be fine" she said and waved a hand "I have lived three lifetimes, whose says ill die now"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Should I check if thats magical for you? There may be adverse effects besides being a poison that may still effect you
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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Soldaer laughs. I wasn't talking about right now, and you know it, dear. There are plenty of non-strenuous things we can do while you rest.
So..... Sogel part 2... The door is a pattern lock sort of thing. To open someone needs to 'draw' on it with a finger the image of a keyhole
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)
"Yes, like im going to nap for six hours on the floor" She said and tried to stand up, wincing a bit,
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.