Allison is in the grove of the forest, she is talking to a deer while using beast speech. She seems to carry a conversation with it for no reason.
Adder is asleep.
Lysander is reading
Alecto is looking for someone to kill Lysander
Yacatl is tinkering
*:D*
Ettor walks up behind him. "Hm, you seem fairly familiar."
Yacatl jumps slightly. "Um... I don't really remember you... Who are you?"
*Description? I don't know if Ettor changed apperience while I was away*
*He's missing his left arm.*
"Hmm... I think it was a bunch of grass that tried eating you."
"Oh yes... that was not a happy memory... How has it been?"
"Very... all over the place. I have a girlfriend, gave away my immortality, killed my patron, lost an arm..."
"I see... Have you came to me to make a new arm?"
"Nope, just saying hi to an old friend."
Yacatl smiles a bit. "Then thanks... I am sorry I didn't recognize you. I have had... an interesting year away."
"You want me to make you a prosthetic?"
He held up a hand. "No, I'd rather not replace my arm... for reasons. How was your year away interesting?"
"I got my friend purged from being evil, raced a bit, talked in the feywild, went to a carnival, traveled the outer planes a bit, etc... Its not going to get infected, is it?"
"Oh, no, it got lopped off a few weeks ago."
"Mmm... I see." He says, tinkering faster to get his mind off stuff. "How have things been since?"
"Pretty good so far."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Q'ilbrith hangs from the rafters by his tentacles above them, trying to see what they're reading
*Description please?*
*Reborn half elf divination wizard. Takes the form of an old, world weary man*
The language is in heriogylphs, with strange diagram of devils
*Mentally reenacts scene in David Tenant's Hamlet w Polonius. "What do you read my lord?"*
"What are you are you reading?" Q'ilbrith asks, flop/scooting down a nearby support beam.
A book on Devils. Particually Nessus. They say, putting it down and looking for Q'ilbrith *description*
"Who might you be?"
"Q'ilbrith, servant of Orvar" he flop/scoots around to face Lysander. "Who are you?"
*Q'ilbrith appears to be a small octopus with black skin and white eyes.*
"Lysander." They say simply. "And who might Orvar be?"
"No one of much import to you, though I suppose you might find it interesting that he is what you might call an Eldritch horror, Lysander."
From the far realm? Mmm... He might. You never know.
*Ooo. Plot ideas are forming*
*Awww yeah.*
"You might never know what, flesh-walker?" asks Q'il warily.
*Mind if we talk about stuff?*
Whether he might be to use to me. I have... powerful enemies and I have been seeking to form a collation against them. The more the merrier
"Hmmm, I will have to speak with Krathian and ascertain whether this is acceptable. We should all three speak. Please excuse his disheveled state, he's been going through a difficult time and is drinking a tad too much ... again."
Mmm... It sounds like he needs Tankard of Sobriety. Want you to give you mine for a bit?
"Sounds intriguing, but I'm sure he'll be fine. Orvar doesn't let him get drunk anyway. He just sort of...zones out. Sometimes for days at a time. I'll let him know the situation." Q'ilbrith closes his eyes for a second or two, as if he was taking a really long blink. A minute later, Krathian comes out of his room, adjusting his collar.
Description:
Krathian is a tall, bald half-elf. His skin is slightly tan and he keeps a well-groomed handlebar moustache. He wears a simple black button-up shirt with suspenders and slacks, covered by a long black woolen trench coat whose sleeves are pulled up to reveal his strange runic tattoos up and down his forearms. A rumpled plague doctor's hat is perched over his bald dome, and the lobe his left ear is pierced by a single silver earring. He carries a long black wooden cane with a silver head fashioned to look like the head of a raven.
*Also yes, I would love to talk about stuff.*
*To the PMs?*
Lysander stands up and walks over to great him. "Hello, and you are Krathian?"
*Sure thing*
"Indeed I am, I assume you have some business with me?" He sits down at the table
*Making it now*
"Indeed, but I wouldn't like to ask now. People tend to... dislike being blunted. How is it going?"
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Inside is a sugar glazed doughnut with fresh berries on it. The berries consist of elderberry, strawberry and blueberry. Light powder sugar is sprinkled over the top like delicate snow.
Zylna's stomach rumbles upon seeing it, making her realize how hungry she is.
"You can eat it if you want" a voice said. Stroth leaned in the doorway then walked over, sitting besides her.
"Only because I'm starving." She devours the doughnut.
He smiles "Then you need to eat more"
She wipes some of the stray powder from her mouth. "Like I said, I don't have money."
"Then find a job that doesn't require assassination"
"I'm not good at anything else."
"yes you are" he said with a small grin "Your good at sneaking around!"
"Which is why I'd be fine on a dangerous adventure."
He narrowed his eyes and tipped back his head, leaning it against the wall. "let it go Zylna"
"No."
"Please zynla, just let. it. go." he said and looked away, running a hand through his brown hair.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Q'ilbrith hangs from the rafters by his tentacles above them, trying to see what they're reading
*Description please?*
*Reborn half elf divination wizard. Takes the form of an old, world weary man*
The language is in heriogylphs, with strange diagram of devils
*Mentally reenacts scene in David Tenant's Hamlet w Polonius. "What do you read my lord?"*
"What are you are you reading?" Q'ilbrith asks, flop/scooting down a nearby support beam.
A book on Devils. Particually Nessus. They say, putting it down and looking for Q'ilbrith *description*
"Who might you be?"
"Q'ilbrith, servant of Orvar" he flop/scoots around to face Lysander. "Who are you?"
*Q'ilbrith appears to be a small octopus with black skin and white eyes.*
"Lysander." They say simply. "And who might Orvar be?"
"No one of much import to you, though I suppose you might find it interesting that he is what you might call an Eldritch horror, Lysander."
From the far realm? Mmm... He might. You never know.
*Ooo. Plot ideas are forming*
*Awww yeah.*
"You might never know what, flesh-walker?" asks Q'il warily.
*Mind if we talk about stuff?*
Whether he might be to use to me. I have... powerful enemies and I have been seeking to form a collation against them. The more the merrier
"Hmmm, I will have to speak with Krathian and ascertain whether this is acceptable. We should all three speak. Please excuse his disheveled state, he's been going through a difficult time and is drinking a tad too much ... again."
Mmm... It sounds like he needs Tankard of Sobriety. Want you to give you mine for a bit?
"Sounds intriguing, but I'm sure he'll be fine. Orvar doesn't let him get drunk anyway. He just sort of...zones out. Sometimes for days at a time. I'll let him know the situation." Q'ilbrith closes his eyes for a second or two, as if he was taking a really long blink. A minute later, Krathian comes out of his room, adjusting his collar.
Description:
Krathian is a tall, bald half-elf. His skin is slightly tan and he keeps a well-groomed handlebar moustache. He wears a simple black button-up shirt with suspenders and slacks, covered by a long black woolen trench coat whose sleeves are pulled up to reveal his strange runic tattoos up and down his forearms. A rumpled plague doctor's hat is perched over his bald dome, and the lobe his left ear is pierced by a single silver earring. He carries a long black wooden cane with a silver head fashioned to look like the head of a raven.
*Also yes, I would love to talk about stuff.*
*To the PMs?*
Lysander stands up and walks over to great him. "Hello, and you are Krathian?"
*Sure thing*
"Indeed I am, I assume you have some business with me?" He sits down at the table
*Making it now*
"Indeed, but I wouldn't like to ask now. People tend to... dislike being blunted. How is it going?"
"Ah, my apologies, I've been a bit distracted lately. It's going well, I suppose. How about yourself?"
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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.
Inside is a sugar glazed doughnut with fresh berries on it. The berries consist of elderberry, strawberry and blueberry. Light powder sugar is sprinkled over the top like delicate snow.
Zylna's stomach rumbles upon seeing it, making her realize how hungry she is.
"You can eat it if you want" a voice said. Stroth leaned in the doorway then walked over, sitting besides her.
"Only because I'm starving." She devours the doughnut.
He smiles "Then you need to eat more"
She wipes some of the stray powder from her mouth. "Like I said, I don't have money."
"Then find a job that doesn't require assassination"
"I'm not good at anything else."
"yes you are" he said with a small grin "Your good at sneaking around!"
"Which is why I'd be fine on a dangerous adventure."
He narrowed his eyes and tipped back his head, leaning it against the wall. "let it go Zylna"
"No."
"Please zynla, just let. it. go." he said and looked away, running a hand through his brown hair.
"No. I. Will. Not." She got up and poked his chest with every word.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Inside is a sugar glazed doughnut with fresh berries on it. The berries consist of elderberry, strawberry and blueberry. Light powder sugar is sprinkled over the top like delicate snow.
Zylna's stomach rumbles upon seeing it, making her realize how hungry she is.
"You can eat it if you want" a voice said. Stroth leaned in the doorway then walked over, sitting besides her.
"Only because I'm starving." She devours the doughnut.
He smiles "Then you need to eat more"
She wipes some of the stray powder from her mouth. "Like I said, I don't have money."
"Then find a job that doesn't require assassination"
"I'm not good at anything else."
"yes you are" he said with a small grin "Your good at sneaking around!"
"Which is why I'd be fine on a dangerous adventure."
He narrowed his eyes and tipped back his head, leaning it against the wall. "let it go Zylna"
"No."
"Please zynla, just let. it. go." he said and looked away, running a hand through his brown hair.
"No. I. Will. Not." She got up and poked his chest with every word.
He narrowed his eyes and stood up "Im going for a walk"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Allison is in the grove of the forest, she is talking to a deer while using beast speech. She seems to carry a conversation with it for no reason.
Adder is asleep.
Lysander is reading
Alecto is looking for someone to kill Lysander
Yacatl is tinkering
*:D*
Ettor walks up behind him. "Hm, you seem fairly familiar."
Yacatl jumps slightly. "Um... I don't really remember you... Who are you?"
*Description? I don't know if Ettor changed apperience while I was away*
*He's missing his left arm.*
"Hmm... I think it was a bunch of grass that tried eating you."
"Oh yes... that was not a happy memory... How has it been?"
"Very... all over the place. I have a girlfriend, gave away my immortality, killed my patron, lost an arm..."
"I see... Have you came to me to make a new arm?"
"Nope, just saying hi to an old friend."
Yacatl smiles a bit. "Then thanks... I am sorry I didn't recognize you. I have had... an interesting year away."
"You want me to make you a prosthetic?"
He held up a hand. "No, I'd rather not replace my arm... for reasons. How was your year away interesting?"
"I got my friend purged from being evil, raced a bit, talked in the feywild, went to a carnival, traveled the outer planes a bit, etc... Its not going to get infected, is it?"
"Oh, no, it got lopped off a few weeks ago."
"Mmm... I see." He says, tinkering faster to get his mind off stuff. "How have things been since?"
"Pretty good so far."
"Thats good to hear. Still a warlock? Or did your patron... stop granting you stuff?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Inside is a sugar glazed doughnut with fresh berries on it. The berries consist of elderberry, strawberry and blueberry. Light powder sugar is sprinkled over the top like delicate snow.
Zylna's stomach rumbles upon seeing it, making her realize how hungry she is.
"You can eat it if you want" a voice said. Stroth leaned in the doorway then walked over, sitting besides her.
"Only because I'm starving." She devours the doughnut.
He smiles "Then you need to eat more"
She wipes some of the stray powder from her mouth. "Like I said, I don't have money."
"Then find a job that doesn't require assassination"
"I'm not good at anything else."
"yes you are" he said with a small grin "Your good at sneaking around!"
"Which is why I'd be fine on a dangerous adventure."
He narrowed his eyes and tipped back his head, leaning it against the wall. "let it go Zylna"
"No."
"Please zynla, just let. it. go." he said and looked away, running a hand through his brown hair.
"No. I. Will. Not." She got up and poked his chest with every word.
He narrowed his eyes and stood up "Im going for a walk"
"I'm going to follow."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Allison is in the grove of the forest, she is talking to a deer while using beast speech. She seems to carry a conversation with it for no reason.
Adder is asleep.
Lysander is reading
Alecto is looking for someone to kill Lysander
Yacatl is tinkering
*:D*
Ettor walks up behind him. "Hm, you seem fairly familiar."
Yacatl jumps slightly. "Um... I don't really remember you... Who are you?"
*Description? I don't know if Ettor changed apperience while I was away*
*He's missing his left arm.*
"Hmm... I think it was a bunch of grass that tried eating you."
"Oh yes... that was not a happy memory... How has it been?"
"Very... all over the place. I have a girlfriend, gave away my immortality, killed my patron, lost an arm..."
"I see... Have you came to me to make a new arm?"
"Nope, just saying hi to an old friend."
Yacatl smiles a bit. "Then thanks... I am sorry I didn't recognize you. I have had... an interesting year away."
"You want me to make you a prosthetic?"
He held up a hand. "No, I'd rather not replace my arm... for reasons. How was your year away interesting?"
"I got my friend purged from being evil, raced a bit, talked in the feywild, went to a carnival, traveled the outer planes a bit, etc... Its not going to get infected, is it?"
"Oh, no, it got lopped off a few weeks ago."
"Mmm... I see." He says, tinkering faster to get his mind off stuff. "How have things been since?"
"Pretty good so far."
"Thats good to hear. Still a warlock? Or did your patron... stop granting you stuff?"
He shrugged. "Equinox's dead, so I wouldn't think he'd give me any power."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Pretty good so far."
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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.
*Making it now*
"Indeed, but I wouldn't like to ask now. People tend to... dislike being blunted. How is it going?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Please zynla, just let. it. go." he said and looked away, running a hand through his brown hair.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
[[ welp I was alive for the time being. I guess I have an actual life to live irl-? Hhhhh gtg for most of the day now]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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"Ah, my apologies, I've been a bit distracted lately. It's going well, I suppose. How about yourself?"
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.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"No. I. Will. Not." She got up and poked his chest with every word.
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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.
"....... yeah" he said and sat up
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Better then exspected. Considering I will die soon, life has been... lifed of a burden if that makes sense.... You are a warlock?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*bye!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He narrowed his eyes and stood up "Im going for a walk"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thats good to hear. Still a warlock? Or did your patron... stop granting you stuff?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Sorry, went offline for a bit, but I'm back now!*
"I'm going to follow."
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.
*hey!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Azazel places a hand on his shoulder, "You can't turn to drugs just so you can see her."
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
*Hello! Want to continue Phantom and Yacatl?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*New intro coming up soon*
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
He shrugged. "Equinox's dead, so I wouldn't think he'd give me any power."
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.
*Yeeesss....*
*Yeah, sure.*