A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*:) It's a language from the Far Realm. In my world, these guys have essentially kicked out all the mind flayers and stuff and taken over the Far Realm, turning it into a united nation.*
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A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
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A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
*Interesting... That means that they can understand common but not speak it. As comprehend languages only works one way*
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A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
*Interesting... That means that they can understand common but not speak it. As comprehend languages only works one way*
*Well, the Imperium tongue is quite similar to common, and while the Silmith can't form typical words, they can understand the general concepts of them.*
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A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
"There is no Imperium here. You're on the world of Entropy, on the Prime Material Plane. I'm afraid to say that I don't think any of us here have any means of Interstellar travel, aside from possibly a spelljammer ship no one told me about."
A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
"There is no Imperium here. You're on the world of Entropy, on the Prime Material Plane. I'm afraid to say that I don't think any of us here have any means of Interstellar travel, aside from possibly a spelljammer ship no one told me about."
"Ah. I am sorry for the confusion; the Imperium aren't on this world, they are above it. At this point, with their throne world gone, they are fracturing; really they just shot me down out of spite, not to claim this world. They do not wish the Silmith to build a Gate above this planet and open it to the larger multiverses."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
"There is no Imperium here. You're on the world of Entropy, on the Prime Material Plane. I'm afraid to say that I don't think any of us here have any means of Interstellar travel, aside from possibly a spelljammer ship no one told me about."
"Ah. I am sorry for the confusion; the Imperium aren't on this world, they are above it. At this point, with their throne world gone, they are fracturing; really they just shot me down out of spite, not to claim this world. They do not wish the Silmith to build a Gate above this planet and open it to the larger multiverses."
Phantom just kind of stares at him for a minute, slightly confused. "Silmuth? Imperium? Oi.....You're from the Far Realm, aren't you...?" Would explain why I've never heard of this stuff, considering how many places I've been...He thinks to himself.
A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
"There is no Imperium here. You're on the world of Entropy, on the Prime Material Plane. I'm afraid to say that I don't think any of us here have any means of Interstellar travel, aside from possibly a spelljammer ship no one told me about."
"Ah. I am sorry for the confusion; the Imperium aren't on this world, they are above it. At this point, with their throne world gone, they are fracturing; really they just shot me down out of spite, not to claim this world. They do not wish the Silmith to build a Gate above this planet and open it to the larger multiverses."
Phantom just kind of stares at him for a minute, slightly confused. "Silmuth? Imperium? Oi.....You're from the Far Realm, aren't you...?" Would explain why I've never heard of this stuff, considering how many places I've been...He thinks to himself.
"Yes. The Silmith have carved out our republic from the Far Realm, as you call it, for millennia. Thousands of years ago we drove the aboleths out, and dethroned the mind flayers. We've tamed the beasts of the deep, the tentacles and horrors that drove so many other civilizations to madness when they arrived, and established colonies in your multiverse. The Imperium though... It is either from your multiverse or another. We suspect yours, since they established their throne world here."
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A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
"There is no Imperium here. You're on the world of Entropy, on the Prime Material Plane. I'm afraid to say that I don't think any of us here have any means of Interstellar travel, aside from possibly a spelljammer ship no one told me about."
"Ah. I am sorry for the confusion; the Imperium aren't on this world, they are above it. At this point, with their throne world gone, they are fracturing; really they just shot me down out of spite, not to claim this world. They do not wish the Silmith to build a Gate above this planet and open it to the larger multiverses."
Phantom just kind of stares at him for a minute, slightly confused. "Silmuth? Imperium? Oi.....You're from the Far Realm, aren't you...?" Would explain why I've never heard of this stuff, considering how many places I've been...He thinks to himself.
"Yes. The Silmith have carved out our republic from the Far Realm, as you call it, for millennia. Thousands of years ago we drove the aboleths out, and dethroned the mind flayers. We've tamed the beasts of the deep, the tentacles and horrors that drove so many other civilizations to madness when they arrived, and established colonies in your multiverse. The Imperium though... It is either from your multiverse or another. We suspect yours, since they established their throne world here."
"Interesting..." Phantom says nodding slightly. "Well, like I said, I don't think anyone here has any means of interstellar travel, but you are more than welcome to stay here for the time being."
A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
"There is no Imperium here. You're on the world of Entropy, on the Prime Material Plane. I'm afraid to say that I don't think any of us here have any means of Interstellar travel, aside from possibly a spelljammer ship no one told me about."
"Ah. I am sorry for the confusion; the Imperium aren't on this world, they are above it. At this point, with their throne world gone, they are fracturing; really they just shot me down out of spite, not to claim this world. They do not wish the Silmith to build a Gate above this planet and open it to the larger multiverses."
Phantom just kind of stares at him for a minute, slightly confused. "Silmuth? Imperium? Oi.....You're from the Far Realm, aren't you...?" Would explain why I've never heard of this stuff, considering how many places I've been...He thinks to himself.
"Yes. The Silmith have carved out our republic from the Far Realm, as you call it, for millennia. Thousands of years ago we drove the aboleths out, and dethroned the mind flayers. We've tamed the beasts of the deep, the tentacles and horrors that drove so many other civilizations to madness when they arrived, and established colonies in your multiverse. The Imperium though... It is either from your multiverse or another. We suspect yours, since they established their throne world here."
"Interesting..." Phantom says nodding slightly. "Well, like I said, I don't think anyone here has any means of interstellar travel, but you are more than welcome to stay here for the time being."
"All I need is a transmitter. If command knows there is an Imperium fleet above the planet they will send someone to destroy them; that will have the added benefit of getting me off this rock. Unfortunately it does not appear this would be a good colony world; too many portals. We prefer our worlds unassailable by ground."
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A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
"There is no Imperium here. You're on the world of Entropy, on the Prime Material Plane. I'm afraid to say that I don't think any of us here have any means of Interstellar travel, aside from possibly a spelljammer ship no one told me about."
"Ah. I am sorry for the confusion; the Imperium aren't on this world, they are above it. At this point, with their throne world gone, they are fracturing; really they just shot me down out of spite, not to claim this world. They do not wish the Silmith to build a Gate above this planet and open it to the larger multiverses."
Phantom just kind of stares at him for a minute, slightly confused. "Silmuth? Imperium? Oi.....You're from the Far Realm, aren't you...?" Would explain why I've never heard of this stuff, considering how many places I've been...He thinks to himself.
"Yes. The Silmith have carved out our republic from the Far Realm, as you call it, for millennia. Thousands of years ago we drove the aboleths out, and dethroned the mind flayers. We've tamed the beasts of the deep, the tentacles and horrors that drove so many other civilizations to madness when they arrived, and established colonies in your multiverse. The Imperium though... It is either from your multiverse or another. We suspect yours, since they established their throne world here."
"Interesting..." Phantom says nodding slightly. "Well, like I said, I don't think anyone here has any means of interstellar travel, but you are more than welcome to stay here for the time being."
"All I need is a transmitter. If command knows there is an Imperium fleet above the planet they will send someone to destroy them; that will have the added benefit of getting me off this rock. Unfortunately it does not appear this would be a good colony world; too many portals. We prefer our worlds unassailable by ground."
Phantom's brow furrows again as he thinks. "I'm not sure I understand what you are asking for, but I am sure that some of the other people in the Tavern will. If you'd like to follow me..." Phantom says, turning back towards the tavern, and shifting back into his moon elf form.
A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
"There is no Imperium here. You're on the world of Entropy, on the Prime Material Plane. I'm afraid to say that I don't think any of us here have any means of Interstellar travel, aside from possibly a spelljammer ship no one told me about."
"Ah. I am sorry for the confusion; the Imperium aren't on this world, they are above it. At this point, with their throne world gone, they are fracturing; really they just shot me down out of spite, not to claim this world. They do not wish the Silmith to build a Gate above this planet and open it to the larger multiverses."
Phantom just kind of stares at him for a minute, slightly confused. "Silmuth? Imperium? Oi.....You're from the Far Realm, aren't you...?" Would explain why I've never heard of this stuff, considering how many places I've been...He thinks to himself.
"Yes. The Silmith have carved out our republic from the Far Realm, as you call it, for millennia. Thousands of years ago we drove the aboleths out, and dethroned the mind flayers. We've tamed the beasts of the deep, the tentacles and horrors that drove so many other civilizations to madness when they arrived, and established colonies in your multiverse. The Imperium though... It is either from your multiverse or another. We suspect yours, since they established their throne world here."
"Interesting..." Phantom says nodding slightly. "Well, like I said, I don't think anyone here has any means of interstellar travel, but you are more than welcome to stay here for the time being."
"All I need is a transmitter. If command knows there is an Imperium fleet above the planet they will send someone to destroy them; that will have the added benefit of getting me off this rock. Unfortunately it does not appear this would be a good colony world; too many portals. We prefer our worlds unassailable by ground."
Phantom's brow furrows again as he thinks. "I'm not sure I understand what you are asking for, but I am sure that some of the other people in the Tavern will. If you'd like to follow me..." Phantom says, turning back towards the tavern, and shifting back into his moon elf form.
"Thank you. Your help will not go unnoticed by the Silmith." They follow, favoring their leg slightly.
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A flash appears in the sky, and a moment later a faint rumbling boom can be heard distantly... A minute or two later, a flaming wreckage explodes into the distant mountains. A smaller metal cylinder hits the ground a mere half mile away or so, shaking the ground even around the tavern. Then all goes quiet.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand no one's on...*
*I'm off and on because no one really seemed to be on, lol.*
Phantom looks up, somewhat lazily, from where he was baking in the sunlight towards the conflagration.
The cylinder is only about a half-mile away, the wreck is a ways away.
Phantom sighs before climbing to hit feet and making his way towards the cylinder.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that it leveled a good deal of the area around it, it's relatively undamaged. However, it looks like a door in the side of it was warped out of shape by heat.
Phantom, now curious, shifts into his moon elf form and approaches it, taking a closer look. (Is there someone in there?) He calls telepathically as he examines it.
He hears a voice replying telepathically, but he doesn't know the language.
*This is your character from the Backbone Tavern 2.0, isn't it?*
Phantom sighs, before moving in and grabbing ahold in the twisted doorway and pulling on it to try and pull it open.
31 athletics check.
*Well... no, but same species. And also a scout.*
It pops off easily, and Phantom finds himself staring down a long metal barrel that a dirt-smudged golden skinned being is holding.
One of Phantom's eyebrows shoots up, and a smile that seems to convey "Really?" is on his face as he backs up, before transforming back into his dragon form, as if to show this being that the gun wouldn't really do that much to him.
The gold being seems to exhale in relief, and lowers the weapon. "Aghn nwde sbutre?"
*Sigh. If only the angel were out there.*
*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
"There is no Imperium here. You're on the world of Entropy, on the Prime Material Plane. I'm afraid to say that I don't think any of us here have any means of Interstellar travel, aside from possibly a spelljammer ship no one told me about."
"Ah. I am sorry for the confusion; the Imperium aren't on this world, they are above it. At this point, with their throne world gone, they are fracturing; really they just shot me down out of spite, not to claim this world. They do not wish the Silmith to build a Gate above this planet and open it to the larger multiverses."
Phantom just kind of stares at him for a minute, slightly confused. "Silmuth? Imperium? Oi.....You're from the Far Realm, aren't you...?" Would explain why I've never heard of this stuff, considering how many places I've been...He thinks to himself.
"Yes. The Silmith have carved out our republic from the Far Realm, as you call it, for millennia. Thousands of years ago we drove the aboleths out, and dethroned the mind flayers. We've tamed the beasts of the deep, the tentacles and horrors that drove so many other civilizations to madness when they arrived, and established colonies in your multiverse. The Imperium though... It is either from your multiverse or another. We suspect yours, since they established their throne world here."
"Interesting..." Phantom says nodding slightly. "Well, like I said, I don't think anyone here has any means of interstellar travel, but you are more than welcome to stay here for the time being."
"All I need is a transmitter. If command knows there is an Imperium fleet above the planet they will send someone to destroy them; that will have the added benefit of getting me off this rock. Unfortunately it does not appear this would be a good colony world; too many portals. We prefer our worlds unassailable by ground."
Phantom's brow furrows again as he thinks. "I'm not sure I understand what you are asking for, but I am sure that some of the other people in the Tavern will. If you'd like to follow me..." Phantom says, turning back towards the tavern, and shifting back into his moon elf form.
"Thank you. Your help will not go unnoticed by the Silmith." They follow, favoring their leg slightly.
"Wait, you're injured, aren't you?" Phantom asks, noticing how he limps. Phantom's eyes and hands glow slightly with a soothing, holy light.
"Thank you. Your help will not go unnoticed by the Silmith." They follow, favoring their leg slightly.
"Wait, you're injured, aren't you?" Phantom asks, noticing how he limps. Phantom's eyes and hands glow slightly with a soothing, holy light.
They flinch back. "Don't." Their monotone goes stronger all of a sudden, and they raise the weapon slightly.
Phantom chuckles. "I'm a Warrior Cleric. A healer." He looks at the Silmith's gun. "Besides, unless that gun could kill me in one shot, you wouldn't win if I wanted to kill you. I have little to fear, considering I myself am nearly 3500 years old." He says this without a hint of self-deceit, or even bragging. It is just pure and honest truth.
"Thank you. Your help will not go unnoticed by the Silmith." They follow, favoring their leg slightly.
"Wait, you're injured, aren't you?" Phantom asks, noticing how he limps. Phantom's eyes and hands glow slightly with a soothing, holy light.
They flinch back. "Don't." Their monotone goes stronger all of a sudden, and they raise the weapon slightly.
Phantom chuckles. "I'm a Warrior Cleric. A healer." He looks at the Silmith's gun. "Besides, unless that gun could kill me in one shot, you wouldn't win if I wanted to kill you. I have little to fear, considering I myself am nearly 3500 years old." He says this without a hint of self-deceit, or even bragging. It is just pure and honest truth.
"No. Don't." Do you still try to heal them?
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*True, but Phantom's got ways around language problems, namely magic.*
Phantom holds up a single claw, before muttering something under his breath, casting Comprehend Languages on himself. "Let's try this again now. I'm Phantomizakell. Welcome to the world of Entropy."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for the cold reception; I thought you were with the Imperium. But no, they would never side with a dragon. My ship was shot down by an Imperium battle group; could you direct me to the closest means of interstellar travel." Their voice is unemotional, monotone.
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*Interesting... That means that they can understand common but not speak it. As comprehend languages only works one way*
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*Well, the Imperium tongue is quite similar to common, and while the Silmith can't form typical words, they can understand the general concepts of them.*
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"There is no Imperium here. You're on the world of Entropy, on the Prime Material Plane. I'm afraid to say that I don't think any of us here have any means of Interstellar travel, aside from possibly a spelljammer ship no one told me about."
"Ah. I am sorry for the confusion; the Imperium aren't on this world, they are above it. At this point, with their throne world gone, they are fracturing; really they just shot me down out of spite, not to claim this world. They do not wish the Silmith to build a Gate above this planet and open it to the larger multiverses."
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Phantom just kind of stares at him for a minute, slightly confused. "Silmuth? Imperium? Oi.....You're from the Far Realm, aren't you...?" Would explain why I've never heard of this stuff, considering how many places I've been...He thinks to himself.
"Yes. The Silmith have carved out our republic from the Far Realm, as you call it, for millennia. Thousands of years ago we drove the aboleths out, and dethroned the mind flayers. We've tamed the beasts of the deep, the tentacles and horrors that drove so many other civilizations to madness when they arrived, and established colonies in your multiverse. The Imperium though... It is either from your multiverse or another. We suspect yours, since they established their throne world here."
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"Interesting..." Phantom says nodding slightly. "Well, like I said, I don't think anyone here has any means of interstellar travel, but you are more than welcome to stay here for the time being."
"All I need is a transmitter. If command knows there is an Imperium fleet above the planet they will send someone to destroy them; that will have the added benefit of getting me off this rock. Unfortunately it does not appear this would be a good colony world; too many portals. We prefer our worlds unassailable by ground."
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Phantom's brow furrows again as he thinks. "I'm not sure I understand what you are asking for, but I am sure that some of the other people in the Tavern will. If you'd like to follow me..." Phantom says, turning back towards the tavern, and shifting back into his moon elf form.
"Thank you. Your help will not go unnoticed by the Silmith." They follow, favoring their leg slightly.
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"Wait, you're injured, aren't you?" Phantom asks, noticing how he limps. Phantom's eyes and hands glow slightly with a soothing, holy light.
They flinch back. "Don't." Their monotone goes stronger all of a sudden, and they raise the weapon slightly.
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*Back! Hows it going?*
Azazel is studying up on some sort of book regarding demons
Kai has his weapon pointed at the guard, but doesn't seen to be able to tell where he's looking
[Open slot i guess]
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
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*Intro'd a new character for fun. They'll probably leave soon enough.*
Caelum is thinking about the number 42.
The Silmith is limping towards the tavern.
Xrorhran is sneaking in Celestia.
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Phantom chuckles. "I'm a Warrior Cleric. A healer." He looks at the Silmith's gun. "Besides, unless that gun could kill me in one shot, you wouldn't win if I wanted to kill you. I have little to fear, considering I myself am nearly 3500 years old." He says this without a hint of self-deceit, or even bragging. It is just pure and honest truth.
Phantom is helping the Silmith.
Yazrin is in Avernus.
Soldaer is in his room, the door open now.
Lhurr is in Celestia.
"No. Don't." Do you still try to heal them?
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