It fades into reality, crawling along the rafters.
*None of you can ignore it's existence.... it'll eventually fall on someone.....*
Alabaster see's it and shivers a bit with disgust. This dwarf was afraid of spiders.
It's beady eyes all focus on him instantly.
Alabaster backs up a bit, grabbing a handful of papers as a sort-of weapon
A handsome moon elf appears next to him. "You're inside the blessing. You won't be able to harm that thing, not that I think those papers would do much." He says with a chuckle, his deep green eyes, searching.
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.
Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It fades into reality, crawling along the rafters.
*None of you can ignore it's existence.... it'll eventually fall on someone.....*
Alabaster see's it and shivers a bit with disgust. This dwarf was afraid of spiders.
It's beady eyes all focus on him instantly.
Alabaster backs up a bit, grabbing a handful of papers as a sort-of weapon
A handsome moon elf appears next to him. "You're inside the blessing. You won't be able to harm that thing, not that I think those papers would do much." He says with a chuckle, his deep green eyes, searching.
Alabaster quickly neatens the papers a bit and chuckles "I know, i just don't like spiders eh"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
A slight chuckle comes from the woods to the side as an arrow knocks into the tree right next to one of Alson's daggers. It seems to radiate a bit of cold energy as faint snowflakes and mist stream off it.
Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
A slight chuckle comes from the woods to the side as an arrow knocks into the tree right next to one of Alson's daggers. It seems to radiate a bit of cold energy as faint snowflakes and mist stream off it.
Alson rolls his eyes "Elves" he murmers
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
"Sorry for trying to help."
He sighs "Nah, im sorry for being grumpy" he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It fades into reality, crawling along the rafters.
*None of you can ignore it's existence.... it'll eventually fall on someone.....*
Alabaster see's it and shivers a bit with disgust. This dwarf was afraid of spiders.
It's beady eyes all focus on him instantly.
Alabaster backs up a bit, grabbing a handful of papers as a sort-of weapon
A handsome moon elf appears next to him. "You're inside the blessing. You won't be able to harm that thing, not that I think those papers would do much." He says with a chuckle, his deep green eyes, searching.
Alabaster quickly neatens the papers a bit and chuckles "I know, i just don't like spiders eh"
The moon elf chuckles. "Fair enough." He says before extending a hand in greeting. "I'm Phantomizakell, or Phantom if you prefer. What brings you to the tavern?"
Alson is practicing with his daggers. He spins around as he sends three of them into the trunk of a tree near by. He chuckles to himself and goes over to pull them out.
Albaster is petting his horses. He chuckles to himself as he pets their zebra-like coats and feeds them a mix of oats and barley.
Dove is hunting a rabbit. She pounces on it, chuckling to herself.
Vence speaks up from a little away, "Spinning like that only makes yourself more vulnerable." He wears the same gear from yesterday but clean & a shield where the back pack was.
Alson narrows his green eyes and turns away "i don't need a lecture" he grumbled.
*May i have a description?*
*yup*
He's 5'9" & has really dark brown hair, almost black, he has green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a metal shield with a crest of a crown, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
"You can be flashy all you want but if you do so you increase your chance of death, your enemies won't wait for you to finish." He has a low-ish voice.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
A slight chuckle comes from the woods to the side as an arrow knocks into the tree right next to one of Alson's daggers. It seems to radiate a bit of cold energy as faint snowflakes and mist stream off it.
Vence looks in the direction it came from & holds the handle of his greatsword with his right hand.
A handsome moon elf appears next to him. "You're inside the blessing. You won't be able to harm that thing, not that I think those papers would do much." He says with a chuckle, his deep green eyes, searching.
"okay, I don't see why youre sorry."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Alabaster lets out a scream and starts smacking it with his papers.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Uhh... See you around." Paris nods and closes the door.
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.
"If i wanted an opinion on how i work, i would've gone back to the military" he said, plucking one of the knives out
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The illusion disappears and Ettor can be heard laughing across the tavern.
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.
"uhh, ok??" She stands there, confused.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Alabaster quickly neatens the papers a bit and chuckles "I know, i just don't like spiders eh"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A slight chuckle comes from the woods to the side as an arrow knocks into the tree right next to one of Alson's daggers. It seems to radiate a bit of cold energy as faint snowflakes and mist stream off it.
Alabaster might be having a panic attack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Sorry for trying to help."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Alson rolls his eyes "Elves" he murmers
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A bunch of tiny versions of the creature crawl out from under a nearby table and swarm around him.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Krathian is angrily interrogating a Korred at the point of his cane-sword
Fin is out in the forest, carving what looks to be a scales symbol into one of the trees
Jim is cooking perogis
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"
He sighs "Nah, im sorry for being grumpy" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The moon elf chuckles. "Fair enough." He says before extending a hand in greeting. "I'm Phantomizakell, or Phantom if you prefer. What brings you to the tavern?"
Vence looks in the direction it came from & holds the handle of his greatsword with his right hand.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Alson (Halfling fighter) is outside throwing knives.
Alabaster (Dwarf bard) is being afraid of spiders.
Dove (Silver dragon-born rogue) is hunting a rabbit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Ettor is messing with Alabaster with -insert whatever my pfp is-
Wolfe is playing a rock version of "hungry like the wolf" in her room experimentally.
Wyatt is doing Wyatt things.
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.
Alabaster shrieks and backs away very fast
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]