A large clap of thunder shakes the world, a blinding flash of lightning simultaneous to it. A large, dark portal opens in the ground slowly, dread emanates from it. Out if it comes.... Well.... Nothing. For half an hour, its just.... There. Then, a elf looking around 17 climbs out. He has shortish brown hair, is wearing a triforce shirt and shorts, and holds a game controller in one hand. His eyes are an unnatural orange color, and he seems on.the line between overweight and not
*Did this guy just get isekai'd?*
*Not exactly >:)*
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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 Characters (Outdated)
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.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
"Well, you're watching in the wrong place, death is the last thing that'd happen here, ya bird."
"I am a Reaper, not a bird. So, things don't die here? Yet I feel it still." They look over at the spot the wedding was held.
"I said the last, not that it wouldn't. You don't got a brain in that skull or somethin', Bonehead?"
"What is your reason for insults?" They ask with no anger, but more curiosity.
"A little something called '[1gp] off, it ain't your business'."
They look down at her for a second *5'11"* almost seeming to make a mental note about Sharlene before, simply walking away, putting their scythe back over their shoulder.
*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.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
"Good so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
"Good, a friend had me for some ice cream, a picnic, a visit to his place, & a walk back here recently, that was nice."
"perhaps a lover in your midst's?" she teased
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
"Well, you're watching in the wrong place, death is the last thing that'd happen here, ya bird."
"I am a Reaper, not a bird. So, things don't die here? Yet I feel it still." They look over at the spot the wedding was held.
"I said the last, not that it wouldn't. You don't got a brain in that skull or somethin', Bonehead?"
"What is your reason for insults?" They ask with no anger, but more curiosity.
"A little something called '[1gp] off, it ain't your business'."
They look down at her for a second *5'11"* almost seeming to make a mental note about Sharlene before, simply walking away, putting their scythe back ove their shoulder.
*Lol, I'm pretty sure I made her 5'11 as well.*
She cracked her knuckles, turning to walk back to her tree. "Man, that bone bird was boring."
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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.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
"Good so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
"Good, a friend had me for some ice cream, a picnic, a visit to his place, & a walk back here recently, that was nice."
"perhaps a lover in your midst's?" she teased
"Hm?" She gives a look of mostly confusion, but some skepticality to it too.
*BAHAHA, the best part is that pallghost conformed that Yacatl was indeed taking Thara on a date, but boy oh boy is she clueless about love in general.*
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
Wolfe looked over from her coffee. "huh" Then went back to her coffee.
The woman looks over at Wolfe and smiles kindly "Hello there" she said, her voice was smooth. The pit fiend narrowed its eyes and trudged off back into the forests to sulk.
Wolfe looked back up from her coffee and nodded, sipping it.
*How to continue conversation google*
The woman looks a bit uncomfortable before bowing her head "sorry to bother you"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
Wolfe looked over from her coffee. "huh" Then went back to her coffee.
The woman looks over at Wolfe and smiles kindly "Hello there" she said, her voice was smooth. The pit fiend narrowed its eyes and trudged off back into the forests to sulk.
Wolfe looked back up from her coffee and nodded, sipping it.
*How to continue conversation google*
The woman looks a bit uncomfortable before bowing her head "sorry to bother you"
"Eh, at least you aren't popping up in my face..." She grumbled.
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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.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
"Well, you're watching in the wrong place, death is the last thing that'd happen here, ya bird."
"I am a Reaper, not a bird. So, things don't die here? Yet I feel it still." They look over at the spot the wedding was held.
"I said the last, not that it wouldn't. You don't got a brain in that skull or somethin', Bonehead?"
"What is your reason for insults?" They ask with no anger, but more curiosity.
"A little something called '[1gp] off, it ain't your business'."
They look down at her for a second *5'11"* almost seeming to make a mental note about Sharlene before, simply walking away, putting their scythe back ove their shoulder.
*Lol, I'm pretty sure I made her 5'11 as well.*
She cracked her knuckles, turning to walk back to her tree. "Man, that bone bird was boring."
*I remember when she grabbed spectacle that you said she was 5'8"*
*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.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
"Good so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
"Good, a friend had me for some ice cream, a picnic, a visit to his place, & a walk back here recently, that was nice."
"perhaps a lover in your midst's?" she teased
"Hm?" She gives a look of mostly confusion, but some skepticality to it too.
*BAHAHA, the best part is that pallghost conformed that Yacatl was indeed taking Thara on a date, but boy oh boy is she clueless about love in general.*
She chuckles "Nevermind what i said" she said and handed her and intricately carved wooden flute.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
"Well, you're watching in the wrong place, death is the last thing that'd happen here, ya bird."
"I am a Reaper, not a bird. So, things don't die here? Yet I feel it still." They look over at the spot the wedding was held.
"I said the last, not that it wouldn't. You don't got a brain in that skull or somethin', Bonehead?"
"What is your reason for insults?" They ask with no anger, but more curiosity.
"A little something called '[1gp] off, it ain't your business'."
They look down at her for a second *5'11"* almost seeming to make a mental note about Sharlene before, simply walking away, putting their scythe back ove their shoulder.
*Lol, I'm pretty sure I made her 5'11 as well.*
She cracked her knuckles, turning to walk back to her tree. "Man, that bone bird was boring."
*I remember when she grabbed spectacle that you said she was 5'8"*
"Reaper." They correct while walking off.
*My memory sucks, alright? Thx for reminding me though, I need to put a note somewhere about all my characters' heights...*
"Bird!" She called back.
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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.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
"Good so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
"Good, a friend had me for some ice cream, a picnic, a visit to his place, & a walk back here recently, that was nice."
"perhaps a lover in your midst's?" she teased
"Hm?" She gives a look of mostly confusion, but some skepticality to it too.
*BAHAHA, the best part is that pallghost conformed that Yacatl was indeed taking Thara on a date, but boy oh boy is she clueless about love in general.*
She chuckles "Nevermind what i said" she said and handed her and intricately carved wooden flute.
She shrugs it off & asks, "So you said you would teach me magic?"
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
Wolfe looked over from her coffee. "huh" Then went back to her coffee.
The woman looks over at Wolfe and smiles kindly "Hello there" she said, her voice was smooth. The pit fiend narrowed its eyes and trudged off back into the forests to sulk.
Wolfe looked back up from her coffee and nodded, sipping it.
*How to continue conversation google*
The woman looks a bit uncomfortable before bowing her head "sorry to bother you"
"Eh, at least you aren't popping up in my face..." She grumbled.
*Lawrence has been confused*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A large clap of thunder shakes the world, a blinding flash of lightning simultaneous to it. A large, dark portal opens in the ground slowly, dread emanates from it. Out if it comes.... Well.... Nothing. For half an hour, its just.... There. Then, a elf looking around 17 climbs out. He has shortish brown hair, is wearing a triforce shirt and shorts, and holds a game controller in one hand. His eyes are an unnatural orange color, and he seems on.the line between overweight and not
*Did this guy just get isekai'd?*
*Not exactly >:)*
He stands shakily, before walking inside
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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)
*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.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
"Good so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
"Good, a friend had me for some ice cream, a picnic, a visit to his place, & a walk back here recently, that was nice."
"perhaps a lover in your midst's?" she teased
"Hm?" She gives a look of mostly confusion, but some skepticality to it too.
*BAHAHA, the best part is that pallghost conformed that Yacatl was indeed taking Thara on a date, but boy oh boy is she clueless about love in general.*
She chuckles "Nevermind what i said" she said and handed her and intricately carved wooden flute.
She shrugs it off & asks, "So you said you would teach me magic?"
"and thats what the flute is for" she chirped
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
Wolfe looked over from her coffee. "huh" Then went back to her coffee.
The woman looks over at Wolfe and smiles kindly "Hello there" she said, her voice was smooth. The pit fiend narrowed its eyes and trudged off back into the forests to sulk.
Wolfe looked back up from her coffee and nodded, sipping it.
*How to continue conversation google*
The woman looks a bit uncomfortable before bowing her head "sorry to bother you"
"Eh, at least you aren't popping up in my face..." She grumbled.
*Lawrence has been confused*
*Lol, you good? Hold up, let me see if this works.*
*-hugs-*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A large clap of thunder shakes the world, a blinding flash of lightning simultaneous to it. A large, dark portal opens in the ground slowly, dread emanates from it. Out if it comes.... Well.... Nothing. For half an hour, its just.... There. Then, a elf looking around 17 climbs out. He has shortish brown hair, is wearing a triforce shirt and shorts, and holds a game controller in one hand. His eyes are an unnatural orange color, and he seems on.the line between overweight and not
*since no one else is interacting & it seems Karavans will take a bit, ill do something*
Arrow flies up & lands in the closest tree, "Wow something happened with this thing."
*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.
Thara walks up, same outfit as last time they met, "Allison! Hello, how is your morning?"
"Good so far my friend" she chirped "How are you?"
"Good, a friend had me for some ice cream, a picnic, a visit to his place, & a walk back here recently, that was nice."
"perhaps a lover in your midst's?" she teased
"Hm?" She gives a look of mostly confusion, but some skepticality to it too.
*BAHAHA, the best part is that pallghost conformed that Yacatl was indeed taking Thara on a date, but boy oh boy is she clueless about love in general.*
She chuckles "Nevermind what i said" she said and handed her and intricately carved wooden flute.
She shrugs it off & asks, "So you said you would teach me magic?"
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 is with Thara.
Oscar is in stasis until Steve gets on.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A large clap of thunder shakes the world, a blinding flash of lightning simultaneous to it. A large, dark portal opens in the ground slowly, dread emanates from it. Out if it comes.... Well.... Nothing. For half an hour, its just.... There. Then, a elf looking around 17 climbs out. He has shortish brown hair, is wearing a triforce shirt and shorts, and holds a game controller in one hand. His eyes are an unnatural orange color, and he seems on.the line between overweight and not
*Did this guy just get isekai'd?*
*Not exactly >:)*
He stands shakily, before walking inside
Wolfe is chilling on a couch, drinking coffee.
Teruo is sleepily eating eggs.
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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.
The move the scythe off their shoulder & hold it with the same hand, with the base of it on the ground, "A Reaper needs to watch for death, as it can happen anytime."
"Well, you're watching in the wrong place, death is the last thing that'd happen here, ya bird."
"I am a Reaper, not a bird. So, things don't die here? Yet I feel it still." They look over at the spot the wedding was held.
"I said the last, not that it wouldn't. You don't got a brain in that skull or somethin', Bonehead?"
"What is your reason for insults?" They ask with no anger, but more curiosity.
"A little something called '[1gp] off, it ain't your business'."
They look down at her for a second *5'11"* almost seeming to make a mental note about Sharlene before, simply walking away, putting their scythe back ove their shoulder.
*Lol, I'm pretty sure I made her 5'11 as well.*
She cracked her knuckles, turning to walk back to her tree. "Man, that bone bird was boring."
*I remember when she grabbed spectacle that you said she was 5'8"*
"Reaper." They correct while walking off.
*My memory sucks, alright? Thx for reminding me though, I need to put a note somewhere about all my characters' heights...*
"Bird!" She called back.
*np!*
They stop for a second to remain in earshot, "I wish for you to not spread misinformation about Reapers."
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She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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*Not exactly >:)*
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)
They look down at her for a second *5'11"* almost seeming to make a mental note about Sharlene before, simply walking away, putting their scythe back over their shoulder.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"perhaps a lover in your midst's?" she teased
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Lol, I'm pretty sure I made her 5'11 as well.*
She cracked her knuckles, turning to walk back to her tree. "Man, that bone bird was boring."
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.
"Hm?" She gives a look of mostly confusion, but some skepticality to it too.
*BAHAHA, the best part is that pallghost conformed that Yacatl was indeed taking Thara on a date, but boy oh boy is she clueless about love in general.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*How to continue conversation google*
The woman looks a bit uncomfortable before bowing her head "sorry to bother you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Eh, at least you aren't popping up in my face..." She grumbled.
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.
*I remember when she grabbed spectacle that you said she was 5'8"*
"Reaper." They correct while walking off.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She chuckles "Nevermind what i said" she said and handed her and intricately carved wooden flute.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*My memory sucks, alright? Thx for reminding me though, I need to put a note somewhere about all my characters' heights...*
"Bird!" She called back.
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 shrugs it off & asks, "So you said you would teach me magic?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Lawrence has been confused*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He stands shakily, before walking inside
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)
"and thats what the flute is for" she chirped
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Lol, you good? Hold up, let me see if this works.*
*-hugs-*
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.
*since no one else is interacting & it seems Karavans will take a bit, ill do something*
Arrow flies up & lands in the closest tree, "Wow something happened with this thing."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Like a bard?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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 is with Thara.
Oscar is in stasis until Steve gets on.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Wolfe is chilling on a couch, drinking coffee.
Teruo is sleepily eating eggs.
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.
*np!*
They stop for a second to remain in earshot, "I wish for you to not spread misinformation about Reapers."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.