*MORNING! So, my last couple weeks of school, I got until the 8th, so that'll be the day I get off... permanently until next school year or if I get a phone.*
Zylna is sitting in the rafters.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
-don't know who to put here yet-
*alright, let's have some fun till then!*
Spectacle waves, knowing to wait until she's done her coffee.
She gives a two finger slight wave back.
He walks up, but doesn't talk, still waiting for her to wake up.
She rubs some sleep out of her eyes. "What do you want?"
"Just to hang out with you some, it has been a bit."
"It hasn't been that long."
"Well it's been, a few weeks at least, but wasn't it a month or so ago?"
"I don't know, it's easy to lose track of time. Feels like the other day for me." She sips her coffee.
"Yet quite a while for me, so, how have you been?"
"Meh, playing some music, drinking, it's been boring."
"Hm, relatively the same for me yet it's been nice, not too much happened, but nice nonetheless."
"Eh." She drink the rest of her coffee.
"I did get a job here in the meantime however."
"Hm? What'd you get?"
"Performer, what else? What did you think the bard would get job as a waiter?" He chuckles some.
"I can see you as a waiter."
"Uhuh, yeah the sun might explode before then."
She chuckled. "I don't know, there are plenty of suns."
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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.
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 think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
The stone itself seems to have the Imprisonment spell placed upon it. Though it has a spell placed upon it, it is not truly the magical thing. Suddenly a voice rings out, it sounds like a young child "WOOOOOOOOOOW" it says "WHO ARE YOU?!"
Shenzi, the 12 ft tall flind with two pairs of eyes and massive fangs, turns around. "My chosen name is Shenzi. Is this trinket yours?"
"ew no. this stone isn't me at all" it says in a sassy manner "I trapped inside! duh!"
"You.. trapped inside? What did you trap in it?" Shenzi regard the child impassively.
"No!" it whined "Im trapped inside this stone. can you let me out? if you let me out i have a fun game we could play!"
"Tell me who you are and how it would benefit me. As well as who trapped you in here."
"Because games are fun, duh. are all flinds this dumb" It said "The bullies trapped me in here because i was considered a 'threat' " It said and grumped a bit.
"Antagonizing me is not going to make me inclined to help you. I suggest you try a better approach to convince me."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Daughter of the traitor-king, and a manifestor I smelled here"
"Yup! The elixir allows me to photosynthesize! This is just a minor side effect"
"The princess is under my protection."
"Like a plant..?"
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Daughter of the traitor-king, and a manifestor I smelled here"
"Yup! The elixir allows me to photosynthesize! This is just a minor side effect"
"The princess is under my protection."
"Like a plant..?"
"Protection? What exactly do you mean?"
"Exactly!!" She smiles widely
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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)
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
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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.
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
The stone itself seems to have the Imprisonment spell placed upon it. Though it has a spell placed upon it, it is not truly the magical thing. Suddenly a voice rings out, it sounds like a young child "WOOOOOOOOOOW" it says "WHO ARE YOU?!"
Shenzi, the 12 ft tall flind with two pairs of eyes and massive fangs, turns around. "My chosen name is Shenzi. Is this trinket yours?"
"ew no. this stone isn't me at all" it says in a sassy manner "I trapped inside! duh!"
"You.. trapped inside? What did you trap in it?" Shenzi regard the child impassively.
"No!" it whined "Im trapped inside this stone. can you let me out? if you let me out i have a fun game we could play!"
"Tell me who you are and how it would benefit me. As well as who trapped you in here."
"Because games are fun, duh. are all flinds this dumb" It said "The bullies trapped me in here because i was considered a 'threat' " It said and grumped a bit.
"Antagonizing me is not going to make me inclined to help you. I suggest you try a better approach to convince me."
'Then stop being mean" it said and became quiet
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
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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.
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
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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.
*MORNING! So, my last couple weeks of school, I got until the 8th, so that'll be the day I get off... permanently until next school year or if I get a phone.*
Zylna is sitting in the rafters.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
-don't know who to put here yet-
*alright, let's have some fun till then!*
Spectacle waves, knowing to wait until she's done her coffee.
She gives a two finger slight wave back.
He walks up, but doesn't talk, still waiting for her to wake up.
She rubs some sleep out of her eyes. "What do you want?"
"Just to hang out with you some, it has been a bit."
"It hasn't been that long."
"Well it's been, a few weeks at least, but wasn't it a month or so ago?"
"I don't know, it's easy to lose track of time. Feels like the other day for me." She sips her coffee.
"Yet quite a while for me, so, how have you been?"
"Meh, playing some music, drinking, it's been boring."
"Hm, relatively the same for me yet it's been nice, not too much happened, but nice nonetheless."
"Eh." She drink the rest of her coffee.
"I did get a job here in the meantime however."
"Hm? What'd you get?"
"Performer, what else? What did you think the bard would get job as a waiter?" He chuckles some.
"I can see you as a waiter."
"Uhuh, yeah the sun might explode before then."
She chuckled. "I don't know, there are plenty of suns."
Shenzi is in the rain, staring at the sky. The rain is more or less evaporating around her.
Banzai is trying to down an entire barrel of whiskey.
Zay is eating breakfast downstairs.
Raillen walks up, "That alcohol?"
Banzai, the very very large gnoll, sticks his head out from the barrel. "Yea. This [gp] slaps hard. I haven't had a good drink in years!"
"Oh man life must have sucked in those years."
He laughed. "I'm not even alive and life still sucked! Not sure why everyone's nervous these days, but I'm honestly having a great time. I haven't been on the Material in decades.. and yet nothing has changed!"
"Yeah the material likes to stay the same for quite a bit."
"You're all slowly killing yourselves and your environment every day! Say, would you be more inclined to go to Hell or the Abyss when you die?"
"Yeah, humans right? But uhh, I'm not sure, I've heard the abyss is more chaotic, but I've actually been to the hells, & yeah the devils aren't much fun."
"Devils are boring. I'm almost positive the entire lot of them are just evil lawyers. The Abyss is so much more fun!"
"If it lives up to the chaos I've heard it is I more than bet it is."
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*MORNING! So, my last couple weeks of school, I got until the 8th, so that'll be the day I get off... permanently until next school year or if I get a phone.*
Zylna is sitting in the rafters.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
-don't know who to put here yet-
*alright, let's have some fun till then!*
Spectacle waves, knowing to wait until she's done her coffee.
She gives a two finger slight wave back.
He walks up, but doesn't talk, still waiting for her to wake up.
She rubs some sleep out of her eyes. "What do you want?"
"Just to hang out with you some, it has been a bit."
"It hasn't been that long."
"Well it's been, a few weeks at least, but wasn't it a month or so ago?"
"I don't know, it's easy to lose track of time. Feels like the other day for me." She sips her coffee.
"Yet quite a while for me, so, how have you been?"
"Meh, playing some music, drinking, it's been boring."
"Hm, relatively the same for me yet it's been nice, not too much happened, but nice nonetheless."
"Eh." She drink the rest of her coffee.
"I did get a job here in the meantime however."
"Hm? What'd you get?"
"Performer, what else? What did you think the bard would get job as a waiter?" He chuckles some.
"I can see you as a waiter."
"Uhuh, yeah the sun might explode before then."
She chuckled. "I don't know, there are plenty of suns."
"Oh yes, well you won't see me as one."
"That only makes me want to see as one more."
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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.
*MORNING! So, my last couple weeks of school, I got until the 8th, so that'll be the day I get off... permanently until next school year or if I get a phone.*
Zylna is sitting in the rafters.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
-don't know who to put here yet-
*alright, let's have some fun till then!*
Spectacle waves, knowing to wait until she's done her coffee.
She gives a two finger slight wave back.
He walks up, but doesn't talk, still waiting for her to wake up.
She rubs some sleep out of her eyes. "What do you want?"
"Just to hang out with you some, it has been a bit."
"It hasn't been that long."
"Well it's been, a few weeks at least, but wasn't it a month or so ago?"
"I don't know, it's easy to lose track of time. Feels like the other day for me." She sips her coffee.
"Yet quite a while for me, so, how have you been?"
"Meh, playing some music, drinking, it's been boring."
"Hm, relatively the same for me yet it's been nice, not too much happened, but nice nonetheless."
"Eh." She drink the rest of her coffee.
"I did get a job here in the meantime however."
"Hm? What'd you get?"
"Performer, what else? What did you think the bard would get job as a waiter?" He chuckles some.
"I can see you as a waiter."
"Uhuh, yeah the sun might explode before then."
She chuckled. "I don't know, there are plenty of suns."
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 chuckled. "I don't know, there are plenty of suns."
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.
"It would be cool to see how those guns work."
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.
"Antagonizing me is not going to make me inclined to help you. I suggest you try a better approach to convince me."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"The princess is under my protection."
"Like a plant..?"
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Protection? What exactly do you mean?"
"Exactly!!" She smiles widely
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)
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
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.
'Then stop being mean" it said and became quiet
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"In what way do you mean that?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I'll be more direct. Do you want to duel?"
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.
"Then explain what you are."
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.
"Oh yes, well you won't see me as one."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Raillen, you?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I already told you!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That only makes me want to see as one more."
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.
"You sure you want to do this bucko?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Why?!"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Stop calling me that."
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.
"Sorry, anyways, you really want to face me?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.