Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
We must.... Must make things even...
"Your already bloody even!" She said "You have one person outnumbered!!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
We must.... Must make things even...
"Your already bloody even!" She said "You have one person outnumbered!!"
Even as in make up for what he did in the past
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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)
Elendon is on the roof, talking to the spectral image of a dragon.
Tohono is at the bar.
He hears the sound of something feral tearing through flesh & meat.
He quickly seems to vanish in the shadows, pulling out his longbow as he does so, and follows the sounds.
He sees the figure of Rāxern tearing into a deer corpse with his teeth *you know him? as in description.*
*Nope.*
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and he raises his longbow.
*FYI, He's currently invisible courtesy of Gloomstalker's 'Dread Ambusher.'*
*I thought it was yazrin, also here sorry had difficulty copying his intro post, he's a Tanar'ri demon from my homebrew world so his appearance described is his true form*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
He continues eating it.
*It is Yazrin, brain no work because no sleep, lol*
Yazrin's eyes narrow further/
*He don't have invisibility sight so I don't think he can do anything.*
He finishes, tossing the rest of the carcass away while getting up.
Yazrin continues watching, not entirely willing to engage him, but his bow fully drawn and ready to fire.
He stretches his hand for a moment, facing what's left of the deer.
Yazrin slings his bow back over his shoulder, the arrow vanishing as he releases the tension. He moves to the nearest tree and climbs into its lower branches, continuing to watch.
He casts Burning Hands onto the corpse of the deer, Chuckling as it sets ablaze.
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and his pulls the bow off his shoulder quickly drawing it back and sending an arrow streaking into the deer carcass, trailing frost and extinguishing the majority of the flames.
"What the [1gp?]" He pull out his sickle, on guard.
Yazrin smiles grimly, sending a second arrow into the carcass, extinguishing the rest of the flames.
"Alright that's it," He sets himself of fire with Investiture Of Fire, "Show Yourself!" He looks around at all angles.
Yazrin chuckles, and leaps from his perch in the tree, rolling to absorb the shock, and coming up with his bow still at the ready. His maroon eyes flash, and a slightly amused smile is on his face.
He turns, malicious grin on his face "Oh so youre the fun extinguisher, well, what have you messing with me? Rāxern The Fiery?" He slowly circles him, scorching the grass under him.
Yazrin chuckles slightly to himself, lowering his bow, which exudes a powerful magical aura, and seems to be carved like dragon wings. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan, ranger and scout in service of Eilistraee."
"Rāxern, demon of the abyss, cause of your death." He teleports behind him "Omae wa mou, shindeiru." & goes for a slice with the sickle *to hit* 9 *damage (slash)* 5
*Completely misses*
Yazrin chuckles, and runs off into the darkness, becoming invisible as soon as he leaves the light of the flames. A series of for more arrows fly out at Rāxern then.
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
A floating book comes by *can she see into the eahterial realm?*
*Yes, actually*
*Then she see a Wood elf's ghost accompanying it, wearing Bard clothes of old design.* He seems like he thinks he can't be seen.
"Hello there, undead"
"h, oh, you can see me, hello." he waves, slightly disappointed that he didn't get a good reaction.
"Whats your name?"
"Alexander, yours?" He starts laying in the air, moving the book out of the way.
"Acvomalia of Sogel. But I prefer Malia"
"Nice to meetcha. What're you doing?"
"Mostly just exploring. What about you?"
"Mostly trying to get reactions from people about the floating book." He focuses himself into the material plane & points at the book following them.
"Just a book? Why are you trying to get reactions?"
"Well the book is my anchor & I'm just causing a little mischief." He gives a smirk.
"Why?"
"Fun." He starts being upside down as he floats with her.
"Mischief is only fun with real reason. A cause"
*sorry trying to speed it up.*
"what? The cause is that I want to have fun, & I do when it goes through properly."
"How is it fun if it serves no purpose?"
"I just said the purpose is to-Do you not understand that I just enjoy getting the shear reactions out of people? Their confusion, their fear." He goes upright again.
"Why?"
"Because. . ., it is?" he clearly seems confused about her.
"Fear is only funny on an enemy. Or to anyone who lacks the mental capacity for basic empathy"
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
We must.... Must make things even...
"Your already bloody even!" She said "You have one person outnumbered!!"
Even as in make up for what he did in the past
She rubbed the bridge of her nose "Bloody...... Look, let me out in perspective for you. You are sentient, flying, physic swords. The coolest thing ive seen by far, and ive been to a ton of places. You out match anyone, 1 to (However many their are number). You became better then the people who wielded you."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
We must.... Must make things even...
"Your already bloody even!" She said "You have one person outnumbered!!"
Even as in make up for what he did in the past
She rubbed the bridge of her nose "Bloody...... Look, let me out in perspective for you. You are sentient, flying, physic swords. The coolest thing ive seen by far, and ive been to a ton of places. You out match anyone, 1 to (However many their are number). You became better then the people who wielded you."
And we will use this power to get revenge on them.
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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)
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
A floating book comes by *can she see into the eahterial realm?*
*Yes, actually*
*Then she see a Wood elf's ghost accompanying it, wearing Bard clothes of old design.* He seems like he thinks he can't be seen.
"Hello there, undead"
"h, oh, you can see me, hello." he waves, slightly disappointed that he didn't get a good reaction.
"Whats your name?"
"Alexander, yours?" He starts laying in the air, moving the book out of the way.
"Acvomalia of Sogel. But I prefer Malia"
"Nice to meetcha. What're you doing?"
"Mostly just exploring. What about you?"
"Mostly trying to get reactions from people about the floating book." He focuses himself into the material plane & points at the book following them.
"Just a book? Why are you trying to get reactions?"
"Well the book is my anchor & I'm just causing a little mischief." He gives a smirk.
"Why?"
"Fun." He starts being upside down as he floats with her.
"Mischief is only fun with real reason. A cause"
*sorry trying to speed it up.*
"what? The cause is that I want to have fun, & I do when it goes through properly."
"How is it fun if it serves no purpose?"
"I just said the purpose is to-Do you not understand that I just enjoy getting the shear reactions out of people? Their confusion, their fear." He goes upright again.
"Why?"
"Because. . ., it is?" he clearly seems confused about her.
"Fear is only funny on an enemy. Or to anyone who lacks the mental capacity for basic empathy"
". . ., have you not heard of pranks?"
"Pranks are done to those you know. To friends"
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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)
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
We must.... Must make things even...
"Your already bloody even!" She said "You have one person outnumbered!!"
Even as in make up for what he did in the past
She rubbed the bridge of her nose "Bloody...... Look, let me out in perspective for you. You are sentient, flying, physic swords. The coolest thing ive seen by far, and ive been to a ton of places. You out match anyone, 1 to (However many their are number). You became better then the people who wielded you."
And we will use this power to get revenge on them.
Lore emits a frustrated noise "No. no revenge, revenge makes us worse." She said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
We must.... Must make things even...
"Your already bloody even!" She said "You have one person outnumbered!!"
Even as in make up for what he did in the past
She rubbed the bridge of her nose "Bloody...... Look, let me out in perspective for you. You are sentient, flying, physic swords. The coolest thing ive seen by far, and ive been to a ton of places. You out match anyone, 1 to (However many their are number). You became better then the people who wielded you."
And we will use this power to get revenge on them.
Lore emits a frustrated noise "No. no revenge, revenge makes us worse." She said
Revenge evens things. Helps people learn in advance through stories
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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)
*Good morning! Kill me or something.... ah, here we go [Depressing remark here]*
Kai is working on a firearm, though its barely together
Azazel is looking for the crime boi who is adder
[Open slot for now, will intro someone soon]
*Hello! I love you, Alaric!*
Riley is relaxing.
Spawn is grumping, per usual.
*jhjhjsflhajshf, what?*
*You heard me :)*
*Why?*
*Because you're sweet, funny, and laid back. You're a great writer and a loyal friend. You are just pretty cool, and you don't even know it, which is kinda cute lmao. But, there is a difference between modesty and being depressing. Humility is important, yes, but do not think that you are lesser than anyone. You don't have to put yourself down to be modest, either. Being modest is being refined. Alaric, you do not suck and no matter how many times anyone tells you that, it won't matter unless you believe. I know it sounds like a cat poster, but it's true.*
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
We must.... Must make things even...
"Your already bloody even!" She said "You have one person outnumbered!!"
Even as in make up for what he did in the past
She rubbed the bridge of her nose "Bloody...... Look, let me out in perspective for you. You are sentient, flying, physic swords. The coolest thing ive seen by far, and ive been to a ton of places. You out match anyone, 1 to (However many their are number). You became better then the people who wielded you."
And we will use this power to get revenge on them.
Lore emits a frustrated noise "No. no revenge, revenge makes us worse." She said
Revenge evens things. Helps people learn in advance through stories
"Yes, stories to f e a r you." She said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
We must.... Must make things even...
"Your already bloody even!" She said "You have one person outnumbered!!"
Even as in make up for what he did in the past
She rubbed the bridge of her nose "Bloody...... Look, let me out in perspective for you. You are sentient, flying, physic swords. The coolest thing ive seen by far, and ive been to a ton of places. You out match anyone, 1 to (However many their are number). You became better then the people who wielded you."
And we will use this power to get revenge on them.
Lore emits a frustrated noise "No. no revenge, revenge makes us worse." She said
Revenge evens things. Helps people learn in advance through stories
"Yes, stories to f e a r you." She said
To fear wronging other of our kind
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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)
*Good morning! Kill me or something.... ah, here we go [Depressing remark here]*
Kai is working on a firearm, though its barely together
Azazel is looking for the crime boi who is adder
[Open slot for now, will intro someone soon]
*Hello! I love you, Alaric!*
Riley is relaxing.
Spawn is grumping, per usual.
*jhjhjsflhajshf, what?*
*You heard me :)*
*Why?*
*Because you're sweet, funny, and laid back. You're a great writer and a loyal friend. You are just pretty cool, and you don't even know it, which is kinda cute lmao. But, there is a difference between modesty and being depressing. Humility is important, yes, but do not think that you are lesser than anyone. You don't have to put yourself down to be modest, either. Being modest is being refined. Alaric, you do not suck and no matter how many times anyone tells you that, it won't matter unless you believe. I know it sounds like a cat poster, but it's true.*
*NOW PROPOSE TO THEM*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Good morning! Kill me or something.... ah, here we go [Depressing remark here]*
Kai is working on a firearm, though its barely together
Azazel is looking for the crime boi who is adder
[Open slot for now, will intro someone soon]
*Hello! I love you, Alaric!*
Riley is relaxing.
Spawn is grumping, per usual.
*jhjhjsflhajshf, what?*
*You heard me :)*
*Why?*
*Because you're sweet, funny, and laid back. You're a great writer and a loyal friend. You are just pretty cool, and you don't even know it, which is kinda cute lmao. But, there is a difference between modesty and being depressing. Humility is important, yes, but do not think that you are lesser than anyone. You don't have to put yourself down to be modest, either. Being modest is being refined. Alaric, you do not suck and no matter how many times anyone tells you that, it won't matter unless you believe. I know it sounds like a cat poster, but it's true.*
*NOW PROPOSE TO THEM*
*I'm already taken lol.*
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*Good morning! Kill me or something.... ah, here we go [Depressing remark here]*
Kai is working on a firearm, though its barely together
Azazel is looking for the crime boi who is adder
[Open slot for now, will intro someone soon]
*Hello! I love you, Alaric!*
Riley is relaxing.
Spawn is grumping, per usual.
*jhjhjsflhajshf, what?*
*You heard me :)*
*Why?*
*Because you're sweet, funny, and laid back. You're a great writer and a loyal friend. You are just pretty cool, and you don't even know it, which is kinda cute lmao. But, there is a difference between modesty and being depressing. Humility is important, yes, but do not think that you are lesser than anyone. You don't have to put yourself down to be modest, either. Being modest is being refined. Alaric, you do not suck and no matter how many times anyone tells you that, it won't matter unless you believe. I know it sounds like a cat poster, but it's true.*
*-cuts to Alaric, who is now probably melted-*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
She etches the name into her arm with black ink "Mn.."
They both must be punished for what theyve done... Kalno first
"No." She says sternly "No pain until I have had a chance to speak with them. You and your lot, gods know your a hive mind, need to stay put."
Not a hive..... No longer... A group simply in agreement
"Fine, whatever floats your boat, but no killing.... Please"
We must.... Must make things even...
"Your already bloody even!" She said "You have one person outnumbered!!"
Even as in make up for what he did in the past
She rubbed the bridge of her nose "Bloody...... Look, let me out in perspective for you. You are sentient, flying, physic swords. The coolest thing ive seen by far, and ive been to a ton of places. You out match anyone, 1 to (However many their are number). You became better then the people who wielded you."
And we will use this power to get revenge on them.
Lore emits a frustrated noise "No. no revenge, revenge makes us worse." She said
Revenge evens things. Helps people learn in advance through stories
"Yes, stories to f e a r you." She said
To fear wronging other of our kind
She sighs "No, I makes people grow distant from you"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Hey all! (Salvete omnes)! I'm preparing for a new character intro. Anyways, summary of the last 20 pages? It always seems to be nearly exactly a multiple of ten, for some reason...*
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Good morning! Kill me or something.... ah, here we go [Depressing remark here]*
Kai is working on a firearm, though its barely together
Azazel is looking for the crime boi who is adder
[Open slot for now, will intro someone soon]
*Hello! I love you, Alaric!*
Riley is relaxing.
Spawn is grumping, per usual.
*jhjhjsflhajshf, what?*
*You heard me :)*
*Why?*
*Because you're sweet, funny, and laid back. You're a great writer and a loyal friend. You are just pretty cool, and you don't even know it, which is kinda cute lmao. But, there is a difference between modesty and being depressing. Humility is important, yes, but do not think that you are lesser than anyone. You don't have to put yourself down to be modest, either. Being modest is being refined. Alaric, you do not suck and no matter how many times anyone tells you that, it won't matter unless you believe. I know it sounds like a cat poster, but it's true.*
"Your already bloody even!" She said "You have one person outnumbered!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Even as in make up for what he did in the past
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)
*Completely misses*
Yazrin chuckles, and runs off into the darkness, becoming invisible as soon as he leaves the light of the flames. A series of for more arrows fly out at Rāxern then.
28 to hit. 22 piercing and 2 cold.
20 to hit. 13 piercing and 6 cold.
19 to hit. 6 piercing and 1 cold.
26 to hit. 12 piercing and 6 cold.
". . ., have you not heard of pranks?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She rubbed the bridge of her nose "Bloody...... Look, let me out in perspective for you. You are sentient, flying, physic swords. The coolest thing ive seen by far, and ive been to a ton of places. You out match anyone, 1 to (However many their are number). You became better then the people who wielded you."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
And we will use this power to get revenge on them.
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)
"Pranks are done to those you know. To friends"
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)
Lore emits a frustrated noise "No. no revenge, revenge makes us worse." She said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Revenge evens things. Helps people learn in advance through stories
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)
*Because you're sweet, funny, and laid back. You're a great writer and a loyal friend. You are just pretty cool, and you don't even know it, which is kinda cute lmao. But, there is a difference between modesty and being depressing. Humility is important, yes, but do not think that you are lesser than anyone. You don't have to put yourself down to be modest, either. Being modest is being refined. Alaric, you do not suck and no matter how many times anyone tells you that, it won't matter unless you believe. I know it sounds like a cat poster, but it's true.*
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Yes, stories to f e a r you." She said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
To fear wronging other of our kind
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)
*NOW PROPOSE TO THEM*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I'm already taken lol.*
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*-cuts to Alaric, who is now probably melted-*
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.
She sighs "No, I makes people grow distant from you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hey all! (Salvete omnes)! I'm preparing for a new character intro. Anyways, summary of the last 20 pages? It always seems to be nearly exactly a multiple of ten, for some reason...*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Lawrence is running on fumes of sleep and skittering across the floor like a cockroach for no reason. Send help.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Agree with everything Variks said here.*
*-drops fuzzy slippers on the ground-*
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.