*GOOOD MOOORNING, LET'S GET READY TO ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEPLAAAAAAAAY!*
Wolfe is drinking some coffee while chilling on a couch.
Teruo is sleepily eating some eggs.
Sharlene is doing some pull-ups on a tree.
*WOOO! Nice to cyu again 0verkill, anyways*
A figure in a black cloak with a scythe is watching the tavern & it's entrance from a distance, outside the safety.
Jerimiah is up, still in his room playing with his dog some, door slightly open.
Fuchsia is at a chair, at an angle to a window to where she can just peak outside, specifically to grim reaper like figure.
*Thx, the weekend has been pure agony. :)*
Sharlene glances at the figure as she does her workout.
The figure spots her aswell, looking over. They wear a mask that's to that of a plague doctor's, but it looks like it is a skull of some bird as opposed to made. They also wear a sleeved cloak with the edges tattered from over-time wear, still concealing them in their entirety, under it it is apparent that there is more under it than just their body, its unclear what. They stand up straight & hold their bending scythe over their shoulder with one hand. They stare back at Sharlene, unflinching like a statue.
*GOOOD MOOORNING, LET'S GET READY TO ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEPLAAAAAAAAY!*
Wolfe is drinking some coffee while chilling on a couch.
Teruo is sleepily eating some eggs.
Sharlene is doing some pull-ups on a tree.
*WOOO! Nice to cyu again 0verkill, anyways*
A figure in a black cloak with a scythe is watching the tavern & it's entrance from a distance, outside the safety.
Jerimiah is up, still in his room playing with his dog some, door slightly open.
Fuchsia is at a chair, at an angle to a window to where she can just peak outside, specifically to grim reaper like figure.
*Thx, the weekend has been pure agony. :)*
Sharlene glances at the figure as she does her workout.
The figure spots her aswell, looking over. They wear a mask that's to that of a plague doctor's, but it looks like it is a skull of some bird as opposed to made. They also wear a sleeved cloak with the edges tattered from over-time wear, still concealing them in their entirety, under it it is apparent that there is more under it than just their body, its unclear what. They stand up straight & hold their bending scythe over their shoulder with one hand. They stare back at Sharlene, unflinching like a statue.
*also oof*
She continues to do pull ups on the branch, watching the figure carefully.
*It's alright, it was mostly just because of boredom and heat.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*GOOOD MOOORNING, LET'S GET READY TO ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEPLAAAAAAAAY!*
Wolfe is drinking some coffee while chilling on a couch.
Teruo is sleepily eating some eggs.
Sharlene is doing some pull-ups on a tree.
*WOOO! Nice to cyu again 0verkill, anyways*
A figure in a black cloak with a scythe is watching the tavern & it's entrance from a distance, outside the safety.
Jerimiah is up, still in his room playing with his dog some, door slightly open.
Fuchsia is at a chair, at an angle to a window to where she can just peak outside, specifically to grim reaper like figure.
*Thx, the weekend has been pure agony. :)*
Sharlene glances at the figure as she does her workout.
The figure spots her aswell, looking over. They wear a mask that's to that of a plague doctor's, but it looks like it is a skull of some bird as opposed to made. They also wear a sleeved cloak with the edges tattered from over-time wear, still concealing them in their entirety, under it it is apparent that there is more under it than just their body, its unclear what. They stand up straight & hold their bending scythe over their shoulder with one hand. They stare back at Sharlene, unflinching like a statue.
*also oof*
She continues to do pull ups on the branch, watching the figure carefully.
*It's alright, it was mostly just because of boredom and heat.*
The figure remains still like a statue. Staring deep into her, almost through her, but into her eyes to make it apparent that they're not.
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*GOOOD MOOORNING, LET'S GET READY TO ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEPLAAAAAAAAY!*
Wolfe is drinking some coffee while chilling on a couch.
Teruo is sleepily eating some eggs.
Sharlene is doing some pull-ups on a tree.
*WOOO! Nice to cyu again 0verkill, anyways*
A figure in a black cloak with a scythe is watching the tavern & it's entrance from a distance, outside the safety.
Jerimiah is up, still in his room playing with his dog some, door slightly open.
Fuchsia is at a chair, at an angle to a window to where she can just peak outside, specifically to grim reaper like figure.
*Thx, the weekend has been pure agony. :)*
Sharlene glances at the figure as she does her workout.
The figure spots her aswell, looking over. They wear a mask that's to that of a plague doctor's, but it looks like it is a skull of some bird as opposed to made. They also wear a sleeved cloak with the edges tattered from over-time wear, still concealing them in their entirety, under it it is apparent that there is more under it than just their body, its unclear what. They stand up straight & hold their bending scythe over their shoulder with one hand. They stare back at Sharlene, unflinching like a statue.
*also oof*
She continues to do pull ups on the branch, watching the figure carefully.
*It's alright, it was mostly just because of boredom and heat.*
The figure remains still like a statue. Staring deep into her, almost through her, but into her eyes to make it apparent that they're not.
She does one more pull-up, then dropped to the ground, starting to walk over.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The figure remains still like a statue. Staring deep into her, almost through her, but into her eyes to make it apparent that they're not.
She does one more pull-up, then dropped to the ground, starting to walk over.
They finally move, but its only their head tracking Sharlene as she comes near.
She stops right in front of the figure and look up into it's eye area. "What are ya staring at, ugly duckling?"
While there should be sight of the face behind it, its just murky black shadow inside the mask, shrouding whatever could be behind it. "I am merely observing, what is the need for insult?"
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
*A demontologist sounds cool.*
Teruo is sleepily drinking tea.
Sharlene is confronting the figure who was staring.
Wolfe is chilling on a couch, drinking coffee.
*It kind of reminds me of Supernatural. Y'know, if I can ever finish Supernatural one day, I might pull a Variks and rp Sam and Dean in here.... ;)*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The figure remains still like a statue. Staring deep into her, almost through her, but into her eyes to make it apparent that they're not.
She does one more pull-up, then dropped to the ground, starting to walk over.
They finally move, but its only their head tracking Sharlene as she comes near.
She stops right in front of the figure and look up into it's eye area. "What are ya staring at, ugly duckling?"
While there should be sight of the face behind it, its just murky black shadow inside the mask, shrouding whatever could be behind it. "I am merely observing, what is the need for insult?"
"Well, usually it's not cool to stare at someone like a creep, who knows what you could be doing under that cloak?" Sharlene still glared into it.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
*time to teach Thara magic?*
*Yes :D*
Allison was sitting on a rock outside, working on some sort of wooden flute.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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)
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*Thx, the weekend has been pure agony. :)*
Sharlene glances at the figure as she does her workout.
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.
The figure spots her aswell, looking over. They wear a mask that's to that of a plague doctor's, but it looks like it is a skull of some bird as opposed to made. They also wear a sleeved cloak with the edges tattered from over-time wear, still concealing them in their entirety, under it it is apparent that there is more under it than just their body, its unclear what. They stand up straight & hold their bending scythe over their shoulder with one hand. They stare back at Sharlene, unflinching like a statue.
*also oof*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She continues to do pull ups on the branch, watching the figure carefully.
*It's alright, it was mostly just because of boredom and heat.*
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.
*Eh I did the same, decided to take a break as this was growing slightly boring.*
Fuchsia skips up, still holding the facade of the kid, "Hey there skelly!"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The figure remains still like a statue. Staring deep into her, almost through her, but into her eyes to make it apparent that they're not.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*2 weeks left of this semester. Then i am gone to the southern state of Maryland to see family. I seriously wish i had more time on here and to see all of you*
*i also was looking through my old Players handbook and got inspiration to make one of those little writing that are in the beginning of the classes section.*
A teifling stands before a white dragon that dare cross into her land in the artic tundra and hunt her elk herds. The runes on her sickle glow with a strange silver light as she shifts her grips a bit. The dragon stares at her but she knows she can take it on. She launches herself forward with the grace of a artic fox and with a little help from her patron.
A half-elf sits on a barrel in a local tavern, the hustle and bustle proving a good time to get the show started. She tunes her lute a bit before strumming a few chords and playing out a melody from a time long forgotten. She sings, her voice like that of a celestial, as the tavern-goer’s watch, mystified by this performance.
A morally corrupt wizard stands before an elder lich who praised her for another harvest of souls. She kneels there, hand on her sword, before she flicks her wrist to send the sword upwards towards the throat of the lich. Her attempts fall short as the lich catches it and sends her to the side with a burst of magic as punishment.
A fey queen stands before her subjects and watches them through narrowed eyes. She was sorting them out mentally for she knew there was evil amongst them. She kept her eye on an elf that kept shifting from side to side. She flicked her finger towards them and sent swarming tendrils of vines from her fingertip, trapping the elf in a deadly embrace.
Yuri is watching the birds awaken outside. She plays a strange melody on lute made of silver wood while humming a song of a time long forgotten to mortal ears. (Anyone who hears it must make a WIS save)
Lore is currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She is surrounded by thousands of books and other supplies for a alchemist as she seems to not have slept all night. She works on a small metal contraption, no bigger than a acorn, with little spinning rings of brass.
Allison/Oscar are in rotational stasis.
Lawrence wants to make a demonologist.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She does one more pull-up, then dropped to the ground, starting to walk over.
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.
They finally move, but its only their head tracking Sharlene as she comes near.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*This is the black dragon, right?*
"Hello."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
She stops right in front of the figure and look up into it's eye area. "What are ya staring at, ugly duckling?"
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.
*My homebrew version of a Black Dragon yes.*
"What'cha doin' now huh?" She looks over at the book.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Reading." The book seems to be a journal of some kind, written by Fable.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
While there should be sight of the face behind it, its just murky black shadow inside the mask, shrouding whatever could be behind it. "I am merely observing, what is the need for insult?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*time to teach Thara magic?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*A demontologist sounds cool.*
Teruo is sleepily drinking tea.
Sharlene is confronting the figure who was staring.
Wolfe is chilling on a couch, drinking coffee.
*It kind of reminds me of Supernatural. Y'know, if I can ever finish Supernatural one day, I might pull a Variks and rp Sam and Dean in here.... ;)*
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.
"Books can be nice, especially the exaggerated tales, ooh I like those ones."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Well, usually it's not cool to stare at someone like a creep, who knows what you could be doing under that cloak?" Sharlene still glared into it.
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.
*Yes :D*
Allison was sitting on a rock outside, working on some sort of wooden flute.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Good morning. Got a dumb character idea*
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)