Phantom glides back over to the tavern, landing pretty close to where Mali is working, but not close enough to cause any accidents.
She smiles, and waves. Seeming strangely unsurprised at a dragon sighting
Phantom smiles. With a swirl of mist, he shifts into his moon elf form and walks over. "Hello. I'm Phantomizakell, or Phantom if that's easier to remember. Who might you be?"
"Im Acvomalia of Sogel. But I usually just go by Mali"
Phantom smiles. "Pleasure to meet you, Mali. Well, what exactly are you up to? Looks like you're an alchemist, if I'm not mistaken."
"Im... Sorta trying to be! This is only my 36th elixir" she pulls down her goggles, which are bronze, with red tinted lenses
Phantom chuckles slightly. "I wish you the best of luck."
"Thanks Mr. Phantom! What exactly do you do?"
Phantom smiles, somewhat wryly. "King, friend, and parent" He sighs, and his voice seemed to crack slightly when says the last part on the list.
"Wow... I imagine that must be a lot. My father and mother definitely do seem overworked often, and they have similar roles..."
"Except that they have each other to share the burden..." He sighs and rocks back on his heels a little, seeming saddened.
".. What do you mean?"
Phantom smiles sadly, and a tear comes to his eye. "Caelum...my wife...was murdered by a fallen god. We had just finished our vows in fact..." He tries to pull himself together, and barely succeeds, still shaking slightly with the emotions that were threatening to break through.
"Oh... Im sorry... At... At least you seem to be growing comfortable sharing it? Its... Not exactly something most would tell someone they just met about"
Phantom nods, smiling sadly still, and a single tear escapes before he pulls himself back together. "Yeah...It's still not easy though...she died only a few months ago...and after 3,500 years of life, she was the only one I ever truly loved..." He sighs.
"Im... Sorry to hear that... I dont... Think I can really understand.. Sorry"
Phantom nods. "I hope you never do...It's the worst feeling you can imagine, but worse."
"Sorry..."
Phantom chuckles sadly. "It's alright...I've had some time to process it. I don't know if I'll ever fully get over it though."
"Yeah... How old are your children?"
"A couple months. They hatched the same day that Caelum died..." His voice trails off again.
"Months? That... Doesnt sound like enough time to process something like that"
Phantom smiles slightly. "Maybe, maybe not." He shrugs. "I'm healing at the least."
".. I guess so... Still... I imagine its just the start of a winding road."
Phantom nods. "You're probably right, Mali." He sighs, but smiles again.
"... Can I... Ask something strange of you?"
Phantom smiles. "Sure. What do you need?"
"Could I... Have a horn, claw, or scale of yours?"
Phantom chuckles, then laughs. "Sure." He shifts back into his draconic form, and extends one of his foreclaws. "Take a small scale." He says, still chuckling.
*FYI, the "Small" scales for him are still about 6 inches across; the largest ones are the plate-like ones on his underside, each of which are 4 inches thick, and between 5-10 feet wide, depending on where they are.*
"Thank you! Whats the best way to remove them without harming you?"
Phantom chuckles. "Don't worry too much. I'm a cleric, and can heal it. As for the pain," He shrugs. "I'm almost 3,500 years old. I've felt far worse than having a single scale removed."
"... Alright.." She takes a small dagger, attempting to gently pry off a small scale
After a little bit, and a slight wince from Phantom when she accidentally jabbed a little too deep with the dagger, she's able to grab the scale.
She carefully pockets it, before sterilizing the dagger, and tucking that away as well
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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)
*Yazrin stands about 5'8", so a little tall for the Drow, but obviously rather muscular for an elf, with pale grey hair and deep maroon eyes. He wears ornate scale mail and a deep blue cloak. A rapier sits on one hip, and an ornate shortsword and hand crossbow on the other, the hand crossbow affixed to a rope so that it swings down after being fired. slung over one shoulder is a bow made from mushroom wood and carved to resemble the outstretched wings of a dragon.*
Yazrin is focused on the three targets he's battling. Another arrow streaks out, felling the one that took the volley, and the next one finds the eye slit of a second one, sending it reeling. Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And yours?
"Aja Dawnhart, professional whacker of hammers."
Yazrin cracks a smile as another of his arrows finds the eye slit of the second target, dropping it in a pile or armor pieces. The third target pulls out a crossbow and fires back at Yazrin who dives into a roll to the side, popping back to his feet and firing off his second shot, hitting the target dead where the heart would be. Well, if we're doing titles...He begins, with a half joking half teasing tone, Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former Firstboy and Weapon Master of the Twelfth House of Menzoberranzan; Former head scout of Bregan D'aerthe, and ranger and warrior in service of Eilistraee.
"Eilistraee... That's the goddess of feasts, right? I'm sorry, didn't really touch up on my gods in my training. Instead I lived in a hut in the woods for three years. Now that was a fun time."
Yazrin laughs as his next arrow nails the target in the chest and the final one somehow hits the slit between the helmet and breastplate, dropping it in a pile of armor just like the last one. He slings the bow back over his shoulder. "Eilistraee is the Dark Maiden, the only good deity in the Dark Seldarine, and the daughter of Lloth and Correlon Larethian. She favors the outcast or hunted, like myself."
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*Yazrin stands about 5'8", so a little tall for the Drow, but obviously rather muscular for an elf, with pale grey hair and deep maroon eyes. He wears ornate scale mail and a deep blue cloak. A rapier sits on one hip, and an ornate shortsword and hand crossbow on the other, the hand crossbow affixed to a rope so that it swings down after being fired. slung over one shoulder is a bow made from mushroom wood and carved to resemble the outstretched wings of a dragon.*
Yazrin is focused on the three targets he's battling. Another arrow streaks out, felling the one that took the volley, and the next one finds the eye slit of a second one, sending it reeling. Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And yours?
"Aja Dawnhart, professional whacker of hammers."
Yazrin cracks a smile as another of his arrows finds the eye slit of the second target, dropping it in a pile or armor pieces. The third target pulls out a crossbow and fires back at Yazrin who dives into a roll to the side, popping back to his feet and firing off his second shot, hitting the target dead where the heart would be. Well, if we're doing titles...He begins, with a half joking half teasing tone, Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former Firstboy and Weapon Master of the Twelfth House of Menzoberranzan; Former head scout of Bregan D'aerthe, and ranger and warrior in service of Eilistraee.
"Eilistraee... That's the goddess of feasts, right? I'm sorry, didn't really touch up on my gods in my training. Instead I lived in a hut in the woods for three years. Now that was a fun time."
Yazrin laughs as his next arrow nails the target in the chest and the final one somehow hits the slit between the helmet and breastplate, dropping it in a pile of armor just like the last one. He slings the bow back over his shoulder. "Eilistraee is the Dark Maiden, the only good deity in the Dark Seldarine, and the daughter of Lloth and Correlon Larethian. She favors the outcast or hunted, like myself."
*Yazrin stands about 5'8", so a little tall for the Drow, but obviously rather muscular for an elf, with pale grey hair and deep maroon eyes. He wears ornate scale mail and a deep blue cloak. A rapier sits on one hip, and an ornate shortsword and hand crossbow on the other, the hand crossbow affixed to a rope so that it swings down after being fired. slung over one shoulder is a bow made from mushroom wood and carved to resemble the outstretched wings of a dragon.*
Yazrin is focused on the three targets he's battling. Another arrow streaks out, felling the one that took the volley, and the next one finds the eye slit of a second one, sending it reeling. Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And yours?
"Aja Dawnhart, professional whacker of hammers."
Yazrin cracks a smile as another of his arrows finds the eye slit of the second target, dropping it in a pile or armor pieces. The third target pulls out a crossbow and fires back at Yazrin who dives into a roll to the side, popping back to his feet and firing off his second shot, hitting the target dead where the heart would be. Well, if we're doing titles...He begins, with a half joking half teasing tone, Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former Firstboy and Weapon Master of the Twelfth House of Menzoberranzan; Former head scout of Bregan D'aerthe, and ranger and warrior in service of Eilistraee.
"Eilistraee... That's the goddess of feasts, right? I'm sorry, didn't really touch up on my gods in my training. Instead I lived in a hut in the woods for three years. Now that was a fun time."
Yazrin laughs as his next arrow nails the target in the chest and the final one somehow hits the slit between the helmet and breastplate, dropping it in a pile of armor just like the last one. He slings the bow back over his shoulder. "Eilistraee is the Dark Maiden, the only good deity in the Dark Seldarine, and the daughter of Lloth and Correlon Larethian. She favors the outcast or hunted, like myself."
"She sounds like an excellent goddess!"
He smiles. "Indeed she is." He says with a slight chuckle.
Gwen waves at them, setting their book down. "Who might you be?"
*Description*
*Hulking guy with a metal helm and wearing mostly animal skins. The parts of him revealed other than his hands, head/neck, or feet are a strange grey* "... Barantal Vinesspeaker. And you, child?"
"You may call me Gwen." They say. *Truesight?*. "Nice to meet you, Mr Vinesspeaker. How goes it?"
"... What exactly do you mean?"
"Um... How is life going?"
"Life... Goes the same as it always will. It starts. It ends. All lives. All dies. Balance is kept"
"I see... guess I should of narrowed it down a bit, but oh well. So are you a hunter?"
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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
Phantom glides back over to the tavern, landing pretty close to where Mali is working, but not close enough to cause any accidents.
She smiles, and waves. Seeming strangely unsurprised at a dragon sighting
Phantom smiles. With a swirl of mist, he shifts into his moon elf form and walks over. "Hello. I'm Phantomizakell, or Phantom if that's easier to remember. Who might you be?"
"Im Acvomalia of Sogel. But I usually just go by Mali"
Phantom smiles. "Pleasure to meet you, Mali. Well, what exactly are you up to? Looks like you're an alchemist, if I'm not mistaken."
"Im... Sorta trying to be! This is only my 36th elixir" she pulls down her goggles, which are bronze, with red tinted lenses
Phantom chuckles slightly. "I wish you the best of luck."
"Thanks Mr. Phantom! What exactly do you do?"
Phantom smiles, somewhat wryly. "King, friend, and parent" He sighs, and his voice seemed to crack slightly when says the last part on the list.
"Wow... I imagine that must be a lot. My father and mother definitely do seem overworked often, and they have similar roles..."
"Except that they have each other to share the burden..." He sighs and rocks back on his heels a little, seeming saddened.
".. What do you mean?"
Phantom smiles sadly, and a tear comes to his eye. "Caelum...my wife...was murdered by a fallen god. We had just finished our vows in fact..." He tries to pull himself together, and barely succeeds, still shaking slightly with the emotions that were threatening to break through.
"Oh... Im sorry... At... At least you seem to be growing comfortable sharing it? Its... Not exactly something most would tell someone they just met about"
Phantom nods, smiling sadly still, and a single tear escapes before he pulls himself back together. "Yeah...It's still not easy though...she died only a few months ago...and after 3,500 years of life, she was the only one I ever truly loved..." He sighs.
"Im... Sorry to hear that... I dont... Think I can really understand.. Sorry"
Phantom nods. "I hope you never do...It's the worst feeling you can imagine, but worse."
"Sorry..."
Phantom chuckles sadly. "It's alright...I've had some time to process it. I don't know if I'll ever fully get over it though."
"Yeah... How old are your children?"
"A couple months. They hatched the same day that Caelum died..." His voice trails off again.
"Months? That... Doesnt sound like enough time to process something like that"
Phantom smiles slightly. "Maybe, maybe not." He shrugs. "I'm healing at the least."
".. I guess so... Still... I imagine its just the start of a winding road."
Phantom nods. "You're probably right, Mali." He sighs, but smiles again.
"... Can I... Ask something strange of you?"
Phantom smiles. "Sure. What do you need?"
"Could I... Have a horn, claw, or scale of yours?"
Phantom chuckles, then laughs. "Sure." He shifts back into his draconic form, and extends one of his foreclaws. "Take a small scale." He says, still chuckling.
*FYI, the "Small" scales for him are still about 6 inches across; the largest ones are the plate-like ones on his underside, each of which are 4 inches thick, and between 5-10 feet wide, depending on where they are.*
"Thank you! Whats the best way to remove them without harming you?"
Phantom chuckles. "Don't worry too much. I'm a cleric, and can heal it. As for the pain," He shrugs. "I'm almost 3,500 years old. I've felt far worse than having a single scale removed."
"... Alright.." She takes a small dagger, attempting to gently pry off a small scale
After a little bit, and a slight wince from Phantom when she accidentally jabbed a little too deep with the dagger, she's able to grab the scale.
She carefully pockets it, before sterilizing the dagger, and tucking that away as well
Phantom nods, and shifts back into his elf form, a slight cut showing on the finger that corresponds to the claw she took the scale from. "Anything else I can help you with?" He says with a slight smile.
Gwen waves at them, setting their book down. "Who might you be?"
*Description*
*Hulking guy with a metal helm and wearing mostly animal skins. The parts of him revealed other than his hands, head/neck, or feet are a strange grey* "... Barantal Vinesspeaker. And you, child?"
"You may call me Gwen." They say. *Truesight?*. "Nice to meet you, Mr Vinesspeaker. How goes it?"
"... What exactly do you mean?"
"Um... How is life going?"
"Life... Goes the same as it always will. It starts. It ends. All lives. All dies. Balance is kept"
"I see... guess I should of narrowed it down a bit, but oh well. So are you a hunter?"
"Not exactly. I only hunt whats needed to sustain myself. Any further is wrongful waste."
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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)
"Well its something at least... What is the coolest grave you have dug, Gravy?"
"I don't know"
(Wonder how long it's gonna take before I regret this)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*Yazrin stands about 5'8", so a little tall for the Drow, but obviously rather muscular for an elf, with pale grey hair and deep maroon eyes. He wears ornate scale mail and a deep blue cloak. A rapier sits on one hip, and an ornate shortsword and hand crossbow on the other, the hand crossbow affixed to a rope so that it swings down after being fired. slung over one shoulder is a bow made from mushroom wood and carved to resemble the outstretched wings of a dragon.*
Yazrin is focused on the three targets he's battling. Another arrow streaks out, felling the one that took the volley, and the next one finds the eye slit of a second one, sending it reeling. Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And yours?
"Aja Dawnhart, professional whacker of hammers."
Yazrin cracks a smile as another of his arrows finds the eye slit of the second target, dropping it in a pile or armor pieces. The third target pulls out a crossbow and fires back at Yazrin who dives into a roll to the side, popping back to his feet and firing off his second shot, hitting the target dead where the heart would be. Well, if we're doing titles...He begins, with a half joking half teasing tone, Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former Firstboy and Weapon Master of the Twelfth House of Menzoberranzan; Former head scout of Bregan D'aerthe, and ranger and warrior in service of Eilistraee.
"Eilistraee... That's the goddess of feasts, right? I'm sorry, didn't really touch up on my gods in my training. Instead I lived in a hut in the woods for three years. Now that was a fun time."
Yazrin laughs as his next arrow nails the target in the chest and the final one somehow hits the slit between the helmet and breastplate, dropping it in a pile of armor just like the last one. He slings the bow back over his shoulder. "Eilistraee is the Dark Maiden, the only good deity in the Dark Seldarine, and the daughter of Lloth and Correlon Larethian. She favors the outcast or hunted, like myself."
"She sounds like an excellent goddess!"
He smiles. "Indeed she is." He says with a slight chuckle.
"Do you have any abilities, other than ice arrows? My primary ability has to be hammers. Its a very magical ability!"
He sees lighting seemingly summoned from no where destroying a clearing in the woods
He narrows his eyes and circles back and a little lower.
He sees a Goliath welding a black sword. As each ray of lighing falls, the sword glows a pale green. The lightning bolts weave around the dragon, not hurting them in the slightest
Phantom pulls up, flying in place a decent ways up still.
The Goliath stops shooting, seemingly tired. They wave at the dragon, before preparing to shoot more
Unusual weapon you have.
Indeed. Just practicing. Something wrong? Sorry if I hurt you
Phantom chuckles. Takes more than a little lightning to hurt one as ancient as me.
Good. I don't think I want to deal with you right now, at least when you are angry. Want to land?
Phantom chuckles. Enjoying a bit of time away from my younglings, so why not? He shifts into a hawk and flies down, where he shifts into his moon elf form, with a pair of ornate longswords at his belt.
"So, who might you be?"
He smiles. "Phantomizakell, or Phantom if that's easier to remember."
"Cool. You may call me Tohono. So... You are a parent?"
Phantom chuckles. "Yes, I am....." His voice trails off and a deep sadness comes over his features momentarily. He smiles again, but it seems slightly forced. "Pleasure to meet you, Tohono."
"Sorry for bring up a sore subject... Um... Want to talk about something else?"
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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
Phantom glides back over to the tavern, landing pretty close to where Mali is working, but not close enough to cause any accidents.
She smiles, and waves. Seeming strangely unsurprised at a dragon sighting
Phantom smiles. With a swirl of mist, he shifts into his moon elf form and walks over. "Hello. I'm Phantomizakell, or Phantom if that's easier to remember. Who might you be?"
"Im Acvomalia of Sogel. But I usually just go by Mali"
Phantom smiles. "Pleasure to meet you, Mali. Well, what exactly are you up to? Looks like you're an alchemist, if I'm not mistaken."
"Im... Sorta trying to be! This is only my 36th elixir" she pulls down her goggles, which are bronze, with red tinted lenses
Phantom chuckles slightly. "I wish you the best of luck."
"Thanks Mr. Phantom! What exactly do you do?"
Phantom smiles, somewhat wryly. "King, friend, and parent" He sighs, and his voice seemed to crack slightly when says the last part on the list.
"Wow... I imagine that must be a lot. My father and mother definitely do seem overworked often, and they have similar roles..."
"Except that they have each other to share the burden..." He sighs and rocks back on his heels a little, seeming saddened.
".. What do you mean?"
Phantom smiles sadly, and a tear comes to his eye. "Caelum...my wife...was murdered by a fallen god. We had just finished our vows in fact..." He tries to pull himself together, and barely succeeds, still shaking slightly with the emotions that were threatening to break through.
"Oh... Im sorry... At... At least you seem to be growing comfortable sharing it? Its... Not exactly something most would tell someone they just met about"
Phantom nods, smiling sadly still, and a single tear escapes before he pulls himself back together. "Yeah...It's still not easy though...she died only a few months ago...and after 3,500 years of life, she was the only one I ever truly loved..." He sighs.
"Im... Sorry to hear that... I dont... Think I can really understand.. Sorry"
Phantom nods. "I hope you never do...It's the worst feeling you can imagine, but worse."
"Sorry..."
Phantom chuckles sadly. "It's alright...I've had some time to process it. I don't know if I'll ever fully get over it though."
"Yeah... How old are your children?"
"A couple months. They hatched the same day that Caelum died..." His voice trails off again.
"Months? That... Doesnt sound like enough time to process something like that"
Phantom smiles slightly. "Maybe, maybe not." He shrugs. "I'm healing at the least."
".. I guess so... Still... I imagine its just the start of a winding road."
Phantom nods. "You're probably right, Mali." He sighs, but smiles again.
"... Can I... Ask something strange of you?"
Phantom smiles. "Sure. What do you need?"
"Could I... Have a horn, claw, or scale of yours?"
Phantom chuckles, then laughs. "Sure." He shifts back into his draconic form, and extends one of his foreclaws. "Take a small scale." He says, still chuckling.
*FYI, the "Small" scales for him are still about 6 inches across; the largest ones are the plate-like ones on his underside, each of which are 4 inches thick, and between 5-10 feet wide, depending on where they are.*
"Thank you! Whats the best way to remove them without harming you?"
Phantom chuckles. "Don't worry too much. I'm a cleric, and can heal it. As for the pain," He shrugs. "I'm almost 3,500 years old. I've felt far worse than having a single scale removed."
"... Alright.." She takes a small dagger, attempting to gently pry off a small scale
After a little bit, and a slight wince from Phantom when she accidentally jabbed a little too deep with the dagger, she's able to grab the scale.
She carefully pockets it, before sterilizing the dagger, and tucking that away as well
Phantom nods, and shifts back into his elf form, a slight cut showing on the finger that corresponds to the claw she took the scale from. "Anything else I can help you with?" He says with a slight smile.
"Not currently, I dont think! Thank you, though!! And... Again, sorry about what happened"
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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)
*Yazrin stands about 5'8", so a little tall for the Drow, but obviously rather muscular for an elf, with pale grey hair and deep maroon eyes. He wears ornate scale mail and a deep blue cloak. A rapier sits on one hip, and an ornate shortsword and hand crossbow on the other, the hand crossbow affixed to a rope so that it swings down after being fired. slung over one shoulder is a bow made from mushroom wood and carved to resemble the outstretched wings of a dragon.*
Yazrin is focused on the three targets he's battling. Another arrow streaks out, felling the one that took the volley, and the next one finds the eye slit of a second one, sending it reeling. Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And yours?
"Aja Dawnhart, professional whacker of hammers."
Yazrin cracks a smile as another of his arrows finds the eye slit of the second target, dropping it in a pile or armor pieces. The third target pulls out a crossbow and fires back at Yazrin who dives into a roll to the side, popping back to his feet and firing off his second shot, hitting the target dead where the heart would be. Well, if we're doing titles...He begins, with a half joking half teasing tone, Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former Firstboy and Weapon Master of the Twelfth House of Menzoberranzan; Former head scout of Bregan D'aerthe, and ranger and warrior in service of Eilistraee.
"Eilistraee... That's the goddess of feasts, right? I'm sorry, didn't really touch up on my gods in my training. Instead I lived in a hut in the woods for three years. Now that was a fun time."
Yazrin laughs as his next arrow nails the target in the chest and the final one somehow hits the slit between the helmet and breastplate, dropping it in a pile of armor just like the last one. He slings the bow back over his shoulder. "Eilistraee is the Dark Maiden, the only good deity in the Dark Seldarine, and the daughter of Lloth and Correlon Larethian. She favors the outcast or hunted, like myself."
"She sounds like an excellent goddess!"
"Cool. And you are still a cleric of them?"
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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
*Yazrin stands about 5'8", so a little tall for the Drow, but obviously rather muscular for an elf, with pale grey hair and deep maroon eyes. He wears ornate scale mail and a deep blue cloak. A rapier sits on one hip, and an ornate shortsword and hand crossbow on the other, the hand crossbow affixed to a rope so that it swings down after being fired. slung over one shoulder is a bow made from mushroom wood and carved to resemble the outstretched wings of a dragon.*
Yazrin is focused on the three targets he's battling. Another arrow streaks out, felling the one that took the volley, and the next one finds the eye slit of a second one, sending it reeling. Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And yours?
"Aja Dawnhart, professional whacker of hammers."
Yazrin cracks a smile as another of his arrows finds the eye slit of the second target, dropping it in a pile or armor pieces. The third target pulls out a crossbow and fires back at Yazrin who dives into a roll to the side, popping back to his feet and firing off his second shot, hitting the target dead where the heart would be. Well, if we're doing titles...He begins, with a half joking half teasing tone, Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former Firstboy and Weapon Master of the Twelfth House of Menzoberranzan; Former head scout of Bregan D'aerthe, and ranger and warrior in service of Eilistraee.
"Eilistraee... That's the goddess of feasts, right? I'm sorry, didn't really touch up on my gods in my training. Instead I lived in a hut in the woods for three years. Now that was a fun time."
Yazrin laughs as his next arrow nails the target in the chest and the final one somehow hits the slit between the helmet and breastplate, dropping it in a pile of armor just like the last one. He slings the bow back over his shoulder. "Eilistraee is the Dark Maiden, the only good deity in the Dark Seldarine, and the daughter of Lloth and Correlon Larethian. She favors the outcast or hunted, like myself."
"She sounds like an excellent goddess!"
He smiles. "Indeed she is." He says with a slight chuckle.
"Do you have any abilities, other than ice arrows? My primary ability has to be hammers. Its a very magical ability!"
Yazrin laughs. "A few fun ones." He says with a wink. "Ones that definitely helped me survive against my kin who hunted me in the Underdark."
Aja is chatting with Lucius but could talk with anyone else in the tavern anytime if needed
*Please, feel free to approach any of my characters. I have more, but these are my main ones.*
Soldaer is singing in the tree house, causing furniture to grow out of the wood in one of the bedrooms on the third floor.
Phantom is in his dragon form laying on the ground outside, looking at the moon and stars, a trace of a smile on his face.
Yazrin is practicing against the animated targets outside.
*Is the tree house near the training grounds? No idea of the landscape yet* "Thank you," Aja smiles at Lucius. "I will go smash some things and get back to you this evening!"
Aja gets up and walks out to where Yazrin is already. "Mind if I join you? I won't get in your way."
Lucius returns the smile and nods, "Very well. Enjoy your smashing, i have enjoyed the company"
He sees lighting seemingly summoned from no where destroying a clearing in the woods
He narrows his eyes and circles back and a little lower.
He sees a Goliath welding a black sword. As each ray of lighing falls, the sword glows a pale green. The lightning bolts weave around the dragon, not hurting them in the slightest
Phantom pulls up, flying in place a decent ways up still.
The Goliath stops shooting, seemingly tired. They wave at the dragon, before preparing to shoot more
Unusual weapon you have.
Indeed. Just practicing. Something wrong? Sorry if I hurt you
Phantom chuckles. Takes more than a little lightning to hurt one as ancient as me.
Good. I don't think I want to deal with you right now, at least when you are angry. Want to land?
Phantom chuckles. Enjoying a bit of time away from my younglings, so why not? He shifts into a hawk and flies down, where he shifts into his moon elf form, with a pair of ornate longswords at his belt.
"So, who might you be?"
He smiles. "Phantomizakell, or Phantom if that's easier to remember."
"Cool. You may call me Tohono. So... You are a parent?"
Phantom chuckles. "Yes, I am....." His voice trails off and a deep sadness comes over his features momentarily. He smiles again, but it seems slightly forced. "Pleasure to meet you, Tohono."
"Sorry for bring up a sore subject... Um... Want to talk about something else?"
Phantom sighs. "It's nothing about my children...it's their mother..." He sighs again and nods. "Yeah...something else would be a good idea."
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"And what are they the god of?"
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She carefully pockets it, before sterilizing the dagger, and tucking that away as well
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Yazrin laughs as his next arrow nails the target in the chest and the final one somehow hits the slit between the helmet and breastplate, dropping it in a pile of armor just like the last one. He slings the bow back over his shoulder. "Eilistraee is the Dark Maiden, the only good deity in the Dark Seldarine, and the daughter of Lloth and Correlon Larethian. She favors the outcast or hunted, like myself."
"Can I call you Gravy?"
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"I guess"
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I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
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"Well its something at least... What is the coolest grave you have dug, Gravy?"
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"The wilds."
"She sounds like an excellent goddess!"
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He smiles. "Indeed she is." He says with a slight chuckle.
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Phantom nods, and shifts back into his elf form, a slight cut showing on the finger that corresponds to the claw she took the scale from. "Anything else I can help you with?" He says with a slight smile.
"Not exactly. I only hunt whats needed to sustain myself. Any further is wrongful waste."
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"I don't know"
(Wonder how long it's gonna take before I regret this)
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I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"Do you have any abilities, other than ice arrows? My primary ability has to be hammers. Its a very magical ability!"
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"Not currently, I dont think! Thank you, though!! And... Again, sorry about what happened"
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"Cool. And you are still a cleric of them?"
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Yazrin laughs. "A few fun ones." He says with a wink. "Ones that definitely helped me survive against my kin who hunted me in the Underdark."
"Mmm... How about one of them?"
*Me neither. the sooner, the better*
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Lucius returns the smile and nods, "Very well. Enjoy your smashing, i have enjoyed the company"
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Phantom sighs. "It's nothing about my children...it's their mother..." He sighs again and nods. "Yeah...something else would be a good idea."