He watches, calmly. "My bags are packed, everything is in order, we'll leave for Deyalaros as soon as you're ready." he says in a sing-songy voice. He hums the chorus to 'Leaving on a Jet-Plane'
"well then lets get to it" she said and snapped her fingers. She was gone for no more then a few second and came back with her bags. Not many, just one, and it was rather small.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Krathian is talking to some shady looking guy in dark glasses and a hood
Fin is sharpening an axe in the corner
Malte is taking a walk in the forest
*yo.*
A figure is standing past a few trees, hard to make details out but it some figure with a cloak & some staff like item, watching Malte.
"Hello there." he says calmly
"Hello." They say, unmoving.
He walks toward them through the forest. "Who are you?"
They are a 5'11" person wearing a black sleeved cloak, the edges tattered, & it covering their entire body, except for the face, that is covered by the plague doctor's mask that looks like it's made of bone, so that it looks more like a skull than a plague doctor mask. The staff like item they held is a scythe, curved for better use. "A Reaper."
"Well Reaper, have you come for me?'
"I have come for any who die."
"Well, it seems to me that I am not dead, so why do you stalk me through the forest?" He chuckles
"I was merely here, but then I saw you, so I observe." They are as still as a statue.
"I see, why are you here?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Krathian is talking to some shady looking guy in dark glasses and a hood
Fin is sharpening an axe in the corner
Malte is taking a walk in the forest
*yo.*
A figure is standing past a few trees, hard to make details out but it some figure with a cloak & some staff like item, watching Malte.
"Hello there." he says calmly
"Hello." They say, unmoving.
He walks toward them through the forest. "Who are you?"
They are a 5'11" person wearing a black sleeved cloak, the edges tattered, & it covering their entire body, except for the face, that is covered by the plague doctor's mask that looks like it's made of bone, so that it looks more like a skull than a plague doctor mask. The staff like item they held is a scythe, curved for better use. "A Reaper."
"Well Reaper, have you come for me?'
"I have come for any who die."
"Well, it seems to me that I am not dead, so why do you stalk me through the forest?" He chuckles
"I was merely here, but then I saw you, so I observe." They are as still as a statue.
Thara sees this & gets worried, "Oh, hmm, how do I get the nest outside safely?"
The small bird chirps and flutters around.
"Its okay little birdie, I won't hurt you."
*Description?*
The bird lands on a different rafter and looks at Thara.
*Muscular white dragonborn that's 6'11" wearing chain mail with a longsword on her side & a greatclub under the wooden shield on her back that speak with a light russian accent.*
"If you have your nest here it could easily fall down, because people are in these often." She tries to explain to the bird.
The bird chirps and flutters back to the nest.
"The nest needs to be outside little birdie." She starts gently reaching for the nest.
The bird scoots back and sings a little song. DC 14 Wisdom saving throw.
*inside the tavern, so inside the safety zone, but I'll still roll in case it's something that the zone wouldn't have to do with.*
11
Thara is charmed until the end of her next turn. The bird pecks at her fingers.
*the safety zone wouldn't let that happen*
"I'm only trying to help." The pecking doesn't seem effective as she's wearing gauntlets.
*Birdie doesn't know this. But neither did I.*
The bird sits in the nest and chirps.
She tries to reach, but the rafters are white high & if she jumped & grabbed it she'd take apart the nest by accident.
The bird stares back at Thara.
She stares back, trying to think of a solution.
The bird chirps and ruffles its feathers.
"Hmm, wait here." She walks off for a second to get somthing, or someone.
The bird chirps and continues to look at Thara.
She walks back with Alexander, who's begrudgingly there, "That nest." She says pointing to the nest the birds in.
The bird looks at the ghost.
*sorry*
He looks back, moving the nest gently & bringing it outside with him, Thara following.
The bird glares at the ghost and tweets.
"Oh shush." He says putting it in the nearest unoccupied tree, before turning back and saying "At least five pranks without you scalding me." To Thara as he passes, her rolling her eyes in response.
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.
Thara sees this & gets worried, "Oh, hmm, how do I get the nest outside safely?"
The small bird chirps and flutters around.
"Its okay little birdie, I won't hurt you."
*Description?*
The bird lands on a different rafter and looks at Thara.
*Muscular white dragonborn that's 6'11" wearing chain mail with a longsword on her side & a greatclub under the wooden shield on her back that speak with a light russian accent.*
"If you have your nest here it could easily fall down, because people are in these often." She tries to explain to the bird.
The bird chirps and flutters back to the nest.
"The nest needs to be outside little birdie." She starts gently reaching for the nest.
The bird scoots back and sings a little song. DC 14 Wisdom saving throw.
*inside the tavern, so inside the safety zone, but I'll still roll in case it's something that the zone wouldn't have to do with.*
11
Thara is charmed until the end of her next turn. The bird pecks at her fingers.
*the safety zone wouldn't let that happen*
"I'm only trying to help." The pecking doesn't seem effective as she's wearing gauntlets.
*Birdie doesn't know this. But neither did I.*
The bird sits in the nest and chirps.
She tries to reach, but the rafters are white high & if she jumped & grabbed it she'd take apart the nest by accident.
The bird stares back at Thara.
She stares back, trying to think of a solution.
The bird chirps and ruffles its feathers.
"Hmm, wait here." She walks off for a second to get somthing, or someone.
The bird chirps and continues to look at Thara.
She walks back with Alexander, who's begrudgingly there, "That nest." She says pointing to the nest the birds in.
The bird looks at the ghost.
*sorry*
He looks back, moving the nest gently & bringing it outside with him, Thara following.
The bird glares at the ghost and tweets.
"Oh shush." He says putting it in the nearest unoccupied tree, before turning back and saying "At least five pranks without you scalding me." To Thara as he passes, her rolling her eyes in response.
The bird flies onto a branch and looks at Thara.
"See, now people won't be in the way of your nest." She smiles.
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.
He watches, calmly. "My bags are packed, everything is in order, we'll leave for Deyalaros as soon as you're ready." he says in a sing-songy voice. He hums the chorus to 'Leaving on a Jet-Plane'
"well then lets get to it" she said and snapped her fingers. She was gone for no more then a few second and came back with her bags. Not many, just one, and it was rather small.
He pulls his briefcase out of his jacket as well as the ever present white chalk. "Here we go." he says, drawing swirling patterns on the ground in a circle. When he finishes, it begins to glow a blue-green color. He steps back and admires his handiwork. "Is there anyone you'd like to say goodbye to?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
"Oh shush." He says putting it in the nearest unoccupied tree, before turning back and saying "At least five pranks without you scalding me." To Thara as he passes, her rolling her eyes in response.
The bird flies onto a branch and looks at Thara.
"See, now people won't be in the way of your nest." She smiles.
The bird flutters around and lands on the branch nearest to Thara.
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.
He watches, calmly. "My bags are packed, everything is in order, we'll leave for Deyalaros as soon as you're ready." he says in a sing-songy voice. He hums the chorus to 'Leaving on a Jet-Plane'
"well then lets get to it" she said and snapped her fingers. She was gone for no more then a few second and came back with her bags. Not many, just one, and it was rather small.
He pulls his briefcase out of his jacket as well as the ever present white chalk. "Here we go." he says, drawing swirling patterns on the ground in a circle. When he finishes, it begins to glow a blue-green color. He steps back and admires his handiwork. "Is there anyone you'd like to say goodbye to?"
She shakes her head "I just want peace for a time" she said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Oh shush." He says putting it in the nearest unoccupied tree, before turning back and saying "At least five pranks without you scalding me." To Thara as he passes, her rolling her eyes in response.
The bird flies onto a branch and looks at Thara.
"See, now people won't be in the way of your nest." She smiles.
The bird flutters around and lands on the branch nearest to Thara.
"What do you want little birdie?" She tilts her head.
He watches, calmly. "My bags are packed, everything is in order, we'll leave for Deyalaros as soon as you're ready." he says in a sing-songy voice. He hums the chorus to 'Leaving on a Jet-Plane'
"well then lets get to it" she said and snapped her fingers. She was gone for no more then a few second and came back with her bags. Not many, just one, and it was rather small.
He pulls his briefcase out of his jacket as well as the ever present white chalk. "Here we go." he says, drawing swirling patterns on the ground in a circle. When he finishes, it begins to glow a blue-green color. He steps back and admires his handiwork. "Is there anyone you'd like to say goodbye to?"
She shakes her head "I just want peace for a time" she said
"Very well then, in we go" hanging on to his hat with one hand, and his briefcase with the other, he leaps into the portal, disappearing into the chalk pattern as if it wasn't there.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*i got a sudden urge to remake Maxwell Lead and bring him back*
*who?*
Name: Maxwell Lead (like the metal)
Age: 27
Race: Human
Occupations:
[Gardener: Current]
[Solider: Past]
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He talks to tree's, plants and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people. He gets stressed by the smallest thing, stress is the biggest factor in his PTSD, that why he prefers to be in calm environments.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend] [Tara: Friend]
Neutral: Hunter [attacked, then bought a drink for]
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"well then lets get to it" she said and snapped her fingers. She was gone for no more then a few second and came back with her bags. Not many, just one, and it was rather small.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I see, why are you here?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Death can happen anywhere, anytime."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The bird flies onto a branch and looks at Thara.
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.
* :D *
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"See, now people won't be in the way of your nest." She smiles.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*The background piano line is great.*
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.
*i got a sudden urge to remake Maxwell Lead and bring him back*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*:D yeah it's still playing in my head.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Another good one is You Can't Hide by CK9C.*
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.
*That freakin theme is just the perfect earworm.*
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.
*who?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He pulls his briefcase out of his jacket as well as the ever present white chalk. "Here we go." he says, drawing swirling patterns on the ground in a circle. When he finishes, it begins to glow a blue-green color. He steps back and admires his handiwork. "Is there anyone you'd like to say goodbye to?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
The bird flutters around and lands on the branch nearest to Thara.
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 shakes her head "I just want peace for a time" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*oh yes, I like Please Stand By by NightCove _theFox, not one of the big ones but I like it.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Have you listened to Sweet Dreams?*
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.
"What do you want little birdie?" She tilts her head.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Very well then, in we go" hanging on to his hat with one hand, and his briefcase with the other, he leaps into the portal, disappearing into the chalk pattern as if it wasn't there.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Name: Maxwell Lead (like the metal)
Age: 27
Race: Human
Occupations:
[Gardener: Current]
[Solider: Past]
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He talks to tree's, plants and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people. He gets stressed by the smallest thing, stress is the biggest factor in his PTSD, that why he prefers to be in calm environments.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend] [Tara: Friend]
Neutral: Hunter [attacked, then bought a drink for]
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]