*I kinda imagined her automatically letting them ride on her back.* "Sure!" She stops for a moment.
*Well you don't want to jump to conclusions, especially with dragons* "Thanks!" Gwen says, mounting them
She takes off back to the tavern.
Gwen gets off. "Ready?"
"YES!"
Gwen turns to Lumen, and plants her feet and lets out a roar. From her mouth a dazzling and disorienting stream of prismatic and iridescent... gas? smoke? air?
*Int Save*
6
They would of taken 38 psychic damage. The must subtract a d6 from any attack roll or ability check for the next minute or so.
Lumen freezes then slowly topples. "Brain freeze..."
Gwen rights her and sets her down gently. It will pass in a bit
O-O-OK.....
Gwen waits for a bit. How does it feel?
BRAIN. FREEZE.
Gwen, not know what to do, gently pets Lumen
Lumen just lies there, frozen.
Gwen waits for the minute to pass
Lumen slowly stirs. "Mwaaaaaa......."
"Need some food?"
"Yes..."
They get some cupcakes. "Want some? Or something else?"
"Yes!" Lumen gobbles hers down.
"Feeling better?"
In answer, she starts writing down the experience.
Gwen looks over, seeing what she is writing
A comprehensive journal of what the experience felt like.
"Did you like it? Sorry if I hurt you forever."
"No, I'm fine. It was an interesting experience."
"I see... We can do it again later. First we want revenge."
"Yes." She smiles.
"Want to continue practicing?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well it was more like an unwilling hour or so nap."
"Want to sleep? I will watch over you."
"I'm more worried about you, and if you're fine."
"I am fine... I think."
"You tired?"
*sorry*
"Hm? No, I'm fine" Deception: 21 "But 'I think' isn't going to cut it."
"Got any way to check?"
"No, but your uncertainty, & the fact that it exists, won't let me believe that you're 100% okay."
"I've been dealing with this for as long as I can remember... I get used to it."
" . . .alright, but if anythings happens, I don't know what I'll do." She snuggles close.
They summon wings to be a blanket underneath them. "Just wait. I always reawake." He responds, wrapping their arm around her
"Mmm, alright," He says, already falling asleep.
Annie looks over enviously, but stays put. They think and pass the time while waiting for their lover to wake
*Timeskip!*
He wakes up, "Good morning, or," She looks up to the canopy of the trees, but its thick enough to conceal the sun, "Whatever time it is, good to see you're fine."
"I am. How was your sleep?"
He smiles & stretches, "Good, hope I didn't leave you hanging for too long." She gives Annie a small kiss.
Annie smiles. "Kiss me, longer and fuller." They command
He does so, after which he says "Getting greedy are we?" With a sly grin on her face.
In another world, another plane, a figure disappears, leaving nothing but blood-slick earth and a steel tipped feather behind.
Entropy.
A person appears. An elf. She has bags beneath her eyes, long dark hair, and eyes as black as death. In her hand she clutches a staff.
The staff is a simple affair, an black iron rod topped by a crescent of sharp, polished black steel. It clicks quietly against the ground as its wielder moves slowly across the earth towards the tavern.
The elf stumbles halfway there, her hand flying up to a gash across her torso. It leaks black blood. She lifts the blood up, staring at it intently. The staff pulses with a dark mist, and the wound closes slightly.
Lowering her hand, she continues to close the gulf between her and the tavern.
Lysander waves to her. "You okay? Need help?"
"I am fine, Orakliir."
"I see... May I have a name?"
"I assume you do. Orakliir is merely the category for ones such as you: that is, ones who should, by the natural order, be dead."
"And why have I been judged to be dead?"
"By all rights you should be dead. You have died multiple times. But every time, a higher entity intervened... so you are not an Arvlandiir."
"Do you view the works of the Judge not worthy?"
Her face twists in contempt. "No being should decide when one should die. That is the decision of nature alone."
"Um... Yes, exactly."
She tilts her head, looking at him. "What?"
"What is your position on the judging of life and death?"
"On what happens after death? I have no opinion, and I couldn't care less."
"No, I mean on who should die?"
"Everyone should die, eventually."
"And who should decided when they die?"
"The Cycle."
"Not nature?"
"Is that not what I said? The Cycle is pure nature. Beyond anything else."
"And the Judge is nature as well."
"Mm. If you wish to believe that, then I will not disabuse you of that notion."
"Good. Now, what should I refer to you as?"
"I am the Angel of Death, although you may refer to me as the Angel, or just Angel."
"Nice to meet you. What brings you to Entropy?"
"Rest and recuperation."
"Cool. Anyway I might help with that? Want something to drink?"
"I must remain vigilant in case my enemies follow me."
"Want something to stop that?"
"Like what? I have all I need."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*I kinda imagined her automatically letting them ride on her back.* "Sure!" She stops for a moment.
*Well you don't want to jump to conclusions, especially with dragons* "Thanks!" Gwen says, mounting them
She takes off back to the tavern.
Gwen gets off. "Ready?"
"YES!"
Gwen turns to Lumen, and plants her feet and lets out a roar. From her mouth a dazzling and disorienting stream of prismatic and iridescent... gas? smoke? air?
*Int Save*
6
They would of taken 38 psychic damage. The must subtract a d6 from any attack roll or ability check for the next minute or so.
Lumen freezes then slowly topples. "Brain freeze..."
Gwen rights her and sets her down gently. It will pass in a bit
O-O-OK.....
Gwen waits for a bit. How does it feel?
BRAIN. FREEZE.
Gwen, not know what to do, gently pets Lumen
Lumen just lies there, frozen.
Gwen waits for the minute to pass
Lumen slowly stirs. "Mwaaaaaa......."
"Need some food?"
"Yes..."
They get some cupcakes. "Want some? Or something else?"
"Yes!" Lumen gobbles hers down.
"Feeling better?"
In answer, she starts writing down the experience.
Gwen looks over, seeing what she is writing
A comprehensive journal of what the experience felt like.
"Did you like it? Sorry if I hurt you forever."
"No, I'm fine. It was an interesting experience."
"I see... We can do it again later. First we want revenge."
"Yes." She smiles.
"Want to continue practicing?"
"How?"
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*I kinda imagined her automatically letting them ride on her back.* "Sure!" She stops for a moment.
*Well you don't want to jump to conclusions, especially with dragons* "Thanks!" Gwen says, mounting them
She takes off back to the tavern.
Gwen gets off. "Ready?"
"YES!"
Gwen turns to Lumen, and plants her feet and lets out a roar. From her mouth a dazzling and disorienting stream of prismatic and iridescent... gas? smoke? air?
*Int Save*
6
They would of taken 38 psychic damage. The must subtract a d6 from any attack roll or ability check for the next minute or so.
Lumen freezes then slowly topples. "Brain freeze..."
Gwen rights her and sets her down gently. It will pass in a bit
O-O-OK.....
Gwen waits for a bit. How does it feel?
BRAIN. FREEZE.
Gwen, not know what to do, gently pets Lumen
Lumen just lies there, frozen.
Gwen waits for the minute to pass
Lumen slowly stirs. "Mwaaaaaa......."
"Need some food?"
"Yes..."
They get some cupcakes. "Want some? Or something else?"
"Yes!" Lumen gobbles hers down.
"Feeling better?"
In answer, she starts writing down the experience.
Gwen looks over, seeing what she is writing
A comprehensive journal of what the experience felt like.
"Did you like it? Sorry if I hurt you forever."
"No, I'm fine. It was an interesting experience."
"I see... We can do it again later. First we want revenge."
"Yes." She smiles.
"Want to continue practicing?"
"How?"
"The cold stuff, I meant."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I just love it when theres something you have to randomly do around the house, and for some reason it takes 10x longer than it should.*
Sharlene is chilling on a couch, drinking.
V is sitting on the roof.
Wolfe is playing her guitar to herself at a table while drinking.
Iralias is sitting on a low branch of a tree near the tavern, playing his guitar and humming to himself.
Yazrin is practicing on the dummies outside.
[Open Slot]
*Already got V in two different interactions right now, sooo...*
Wolfe stops to take a break, taking her drink outside.
Iralias notices her from his perch in the tree and smiles slightly. He continues playing and humming, not really caring if she hears or not; simply playing for the joy of it.
She climbs up to the roof, takes the final sip from her current bottle, and starts playing to herself on the roof.
He smiles a little more, but continues playing, not exactly trying to draw attention to himself, but not trying to hide either.
Wolfe is basically doing the same, just in her way by playing this.
Eventually his seemingly random strummings and humming coalesces into this as he starts to sing quietly.
She glances over to him, getting distracted. She seemed to sigh and stood up, moving to a different area of the roof farther away from him.
He chuckles slightly when he finishes the song. Her writes something on a note that Orchid takes and flies over to Wolfe. She sets it on the roof next to her before flying off again. Iralias goes back to playing quietly, eventually settling on this.
Wolfe rolled her eyes and picked up the note, reading it.
Sorry if I disturbed you Wolfe. Just practicing a bit, and I'm trying to keep it quiet so I don't disturb you.
Iralias.
She pinched her nose and just threw the note away, going back to playing her guitar a bit.
Iralias watched this, and sighs, settling for simply strumming his guitar and humming again.
Wolfe eventually settles on playing this to herself.
Iralias smiles slightly and switches gears, playing this more to himself than anyone.
*Unavailable.*
Wolfe eventually gets bored and jumps off the roof, walking around a bit.
*Hanging on by a Thread by The Letter Black.*
Iralias chuckles slightly, but remains in his tree, going back to strumming his guitar experimentally and humming.
As she walks into the forest, she's absentmindedly strumming out this a bit.
*Just needed to see the title there, lol. I have that entire album memorized. XD*
He smiles, and listens. Nodding slightly.
The sound fades away as she walks deeper into the woods.
*Lol, yeah, we all have that series of songs that we only need to see the title of.*
*For me it's basically anything Skillet. Only need the title to get it playing in my head, lol.*
As soon as he can't hear her anymore, he retunes his guitar and plays this.
*Branded by The Letter Black if the link doesn't work*
*It's kind of the same for me and Imagine Dragons. I went through a phase where they were all that I listened to. -shudders-*
*Welp, ran out of things, so I guess that's it for this.*
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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.
In another world, another plane, a figure disappears, leaving nothing but blood-slick earth and a steel tipped feather behind.
Entropy.
A person appears. An elf. She has bags beneath her eyes, long dark hair, and eyes as black as death. In her hand she clutches a staff.
The staff is a simple affair, an black iron rod topped by a crescent of sharp, polished black steel. It clicks quietly against the ground as its wielder moves slowly across the earth towards the tavern.
The elf stumbles halfway there, her hand flying up to a gash across her torso. It leaks black blood. She lifts the blood up, staring at it intently. The staff pulses with a dark mist, and the wound closes slightly.
Lowering her hand, she continues to close the gulf between her and the tavern.
Lysander waves to her. "You okay? Need help?"
"I am fine, Orakliir."
"I see... May I have a name?"
"I assume you do. Orakliir is merely the category for ones such as you: that is, ones who should, by the natural order, be dead."
"And why have I been judged to be dead?"
"By all rights you should be dead. You have died multiple times. But every time, a higher entity intervened... so you are not an Arvlandiir."
"Do you view the works of the Judge not worthy?"
Her face twists in contempt. "No being should decide when one should die. That is the decision of nature alone."
"Um... Yes, exactly."
She tilts her head, looking at him. "What?"
"What is your position on the judging of life and death?"
"On what happens after death? I have no opinion, and I couldn't care less."
"No, I mean on who should die?"
"Everyone should die, eventually."
"And who should decided when they die?"
"The Cycle."
"Not nature?"
"Is that not what I said? The Cycle is pure nature. Beyond anything else."
"And the Judge is nature as well."
"Mm. If you wish to believe that, then I will not disabuse you of that notion."
"Good. Now, what should I refer to you as?"
"I am the Angel of Death, although you may refer to me as the Angel, or just Angel."
"Nice to meet you. What brings you to Entropy?"
"Rest and recuperation."
"Cool. Anyway I might help with that? Want something to drink?"
"I must remain vigilant in case my enemies follow me."
"Want something to stop that?"
"Like what? I have all I need."
"Amulet against divination and detection."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well it was more like an unwilling hour or so nap."
"Want to sleep? I will watch over you."
"I'm more worried about you, and if you're fine."
"I am fine... I think."
"You tired?"
*sorry*
"Hm? No, I'm fine" Deception: 21 "But 'I think' isn't going to cut it."
"Got any way to check?"
"No, but your uncertainty, & the fact that it exists, won't let me believe that you're 100% okay."
"I've been dealing with this for as long as I can remember... I get used to it."
" . . .alright, but if anythings happens, I don't know what I'll do." She snuggles close.
They summon wings to be a blanket underneath them. "Just wait. I always reawake." He responds, wrapping their arm around her
"Mmm, alright," He says, already falling asleep.
Annie looks over enviously, but stays put. They think and pass the time while waiting for their lover to wake
*Timeskip!*
He wakes up, "Good morning, or," She looks up to the canopy of the trees, but its thick enough to conceal the sun, "Whatever time it is, good to see you're fine."
"I am. How was your sleep?"
He smiles & stretches, "Good, hope I didn't leave you hanging for too long." She gives Annie a small kiss.
Annie smiles. "Kiss me, longer and fuller." They command
He does so, after which he says "Getting greedy are we?" With a sly grin on her face.
They kiss them back. "Yes, yes I am. You want to test my powers?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I kinda imagined her automatically letting them ride on her back.* "Sure!" She stops for a moment.
*Well you don't want to jump to conclusions, especially with dragons* "Thanks!" Gwen says, mounting them
She takes off back to the tavern.
Gwen gets off. "Ready?"
"YES!"
Gwen turns to Lumen, and plants her feet and lets out a roar. From her mouth a dazzling and disorienting stream of prismatic and iridescent... gas? smoke? air?
*Int Save*
6
They would of taken 38 psychic damage. The must subtract a d6 from any attack roll or ability check for the next minute or so.
Lumen freezes then slowly topples. "Brain freeze..."
Gwen rights her and sets her down gently. It will pass in a bit
O-O-OK.....
Gwen waits for a bit. How does it feel?
BRAIN. FREEZE.
Gwen, not know what to do, gently pets Lumen
Lumen just lies there, frozen.
Gwen waits for the minute to pass
Lumen slowly stirs. "Mwaaaaaa......."
"Need some food?"
"Yes..."
They get some cupcakes. "Want some? Or something else?"
"Yes!" Lumen gobbles hers down.
"Feeling better?"
In answer, she starts writing down the experience.
Gwen looks over, seeing what she is writing
A comprehensive journal of what the experience felt like.
"Did you like it? Sorry if I hurt you forever."
"No, I'm fine. It was an interesting experience."
"I see... We can do it again later. First we want revenge."
"Yes." She smiles.
"Want to continue practicing?"
"How?"
"The cold stuff, I meant."
"YEAH!" She starts doing so.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
In another world, another plane, a figure disappears, leaving nothing but blood-slick earth and a steel tipped feather behind.
Entropy.
A person appears. An elf. She has bags beneath her eyes, long dark hair, and eyes as black as death. In her hand she clutches a staff.
The staff is a simple affair, an black iron rod topped by a crescent of sharp, polished black steel. It clicks quietly against the ground as its wielder moves slowly across the earth towards the tavern.
The elf stumbles halfway there, her hand flying up to a gash across her torso. It leaks black blood. She lifts the blood up, staring at it intently. The staff pulses with a dark mist, and the wound closes slightly.
Lowering her hand, she continues to close the gulf between her and the tavern.
Lysander waves to her. "You okay? Need help?"
"I am fine, Orakliir."
"I see... May I have a name?"
"I assume you do. Orakliir is merely the category for ones such as you: that is, ones who should, by the natural order, be dead."
"And why have I been judged to be dead?"
"By all rights you should be dead. You have died multiple times. But every time, a higher entity intervened... so you are not an Arvlandiir."
"Do you view the works of the Judge not worthy?"
Her face twists in contempt. "No being should decide when one should die. That is the decision of nature alone."
"Um... Yes, exactly."
She tilts her head, looking at him. "What?"
"What is your position on the judging of life and death?"
"On what happens after death? I have no opinion, and I couldn't care less."
"No, I mean on who should die?"
"Everyone should die, eventually."
"And who should decided when they die?"
"The Cycle."
"Not nature?"
"Is that not what I said? The Cycle is pure nature. Beyond anything else."
"And the Judge is nature as well."
"Mm. If you wish to believe that, then I will not disabuse you of that notion."
"Good. Now, what should I refer to you as?"
"I am the Angel of Death, although you may refer to me as the Angel, or just Angel."
"Nice to meet you. What brings you to Entropy?"
"Rest and recuperation."
"Cool. Anyway I might help with that? Want something to drink?"
"I must remain vigilant in case my enemies follow me."
*I kinda imagined her automatically letting them ride on her back.* "Sure!" She stops for a moment.
*Well you don't want to jump to conclusions, especially with dragons* "Thanks!" Gwen says, mounting them
She takes off back to the tavern.
Gwen gets off. "Ready?"
"YES!"
Gwen turns to Lumen, and plants her feet and lets out a roar. From her mouth a dazzling and disorienting stream of prismatic and iridescent... gas? smoke? air?
*Int Save*
6
They would of taken 38 psychic damage. The must subtract a d6 from any attack roll or ability check for the next minute or so.
Lumen freezes then slowly topples. "Brain freeze..."
Gwen rights her and sets her down gently. It will pass in a bit
O-O-OK.....
Gwen waits for a bit. How does it feel?
BRAIN. FREEZE.
Gwen, not know what to do, gently pets Lumen
Lumen just lies there, frozen.
Gwen waits for the minute to pass
Lumen slowly stirs. "Mwaaaaaa......."
"Need some food?"
"Yes..."
They get some cupcakes. "Want some? Or something else?"
"Yes!" Lumen gobbles hers down.
"Feeling better?"
In answer, she starts writing down the experience.
Gwen looks over, seeing what she is writing
A comprehensive journal of what the experience felt like.
"Did you like it? Sorry if I hurt you forever."
"No, I'm fine. It was an interesting experience."
"I see... We can do it again later. First we want revenge."
"Yes." She smiles.
"Want to continue practicing?"
"How?"
"The cold stuff, I meant."
"YEAH!" She starts doing so.
Gwen watches, cheering her friend on
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I just love it when theres something you have to randomly do around the house, and for some reason it takes 10x longer than it should.*
Sharlene is chilling on a couch, drinking.
V is sitting on the roof.
Wolfe is playing her guitar to herself at a table while drinking.
Iralias is sitting on a low branch of a tree near the tavern, playing his guitar and humming to himself.
Yazrin is practicing on the dummies outside.
[Open Slot]
*Already got V in two different interactions right now, sooo...*
Wolfe stops to take a break, taking her drink outside.
Iralias notices her from his perch in the tree and smiles slightly. He continues playing and humming, not really caring if she hears or not; simply playing for the joy of it.
She climbs up to the roof, takes the final sip from her current bottle, and starts playing to herself on the roof.
He smiles a little more, but continues playing, not exactly trying to draw attention to himself, but not trying to hide either.
Wolfe is basically doing the same, just in her way by playing this.
Eventually his seemingly random strummings and humming coalesces into this as he starts to sing quietly.
She glances over to him, getting distracted. She seemed to sigh and stood up, moving to a different area of the roof farther away from him.
He chuckles slightly when he finishes the song. Her writes something on a note that Orchid takes and flies over to Wolfe. She sets it on the roof next to her before flying off again. Iralias goes back to playing quietly, eventually settling on this.
Wolfe rolled her eyes and picked up the note, reading it.
Sorry if I disturbed you Wolfe. Just practicing a bit, and I'm trying to keep it quiet so I don't disturb you.
Iralias.
She pinched her nose and just threw the note away, going back to playing her guitar a bit.
Iralias watched this, and sighs, settling for simply strumming his guitar and humming again.
Wolfe eventually settles on playing this to herself.
Iralias smiles slightly and switches gears, playing this more to himself than anyone.
*Unavailable.*
Wolfe eventually gets bored and jumps off the roof, walking around a bit.
*Hanging on by a Thread by The Letter Black.*
Iralias chuckles slightly, but remains in his tree, going back to strumming his guitar experimentally and humming.
As she walks into the forest, she's absentmindedly strumming out this a bit.
*Just needed to see the title there, lol. I have that entire album memorized. XD*
He smiles, and listens. Nodding slightly.
The sound fades away as she walks deeper into the woods.
*Lol, yeah, we all have that series of songs that we only need to see the title of.*
*For me it's basically anything Skillet. Only need the title to get it playing in my head, lol.*
As soon as he can't hear her anymore, he retunes his guitar and plays this.
*Branded by The Letter Black if the link doesn't work*
*It's kind of the same for me and Imagine Dragons. I went through a phase where they were all that I listened to. -shudders-*
*Welp, ran out of things, so I guess that's it for this.*
*lol. I've only listened to a few of them.*
*And I'm sitting here with a whole playlist of stuff he can play......XD XD*
*I just love it when theres something you have to randomly do around the house, and for some reason it takes 10x longer than it should.*
Sharlene is chilling on a couch, drinking.
V is sitting on the roof.
Wolfe is playing her guitar to herself at a table while drinking.
Iralias is sitting on a low branch of a tree near the tavern, playing his guitar and humming to himself.
Yazrin is practicing on the dummies outside.
[Open Slot]
*Already got V in two different interactions right now, sooo...*
Wolfe stops to take a break, taking her drink outside.
Iralias notices her from his perch in the tree and smiles slightly. He continues playing and humming, not really caring if she hears or not; simply playing for the joy of it.
She climbs up to the roof, takes the final sip from her current bottle, and starts playing to herself on the roof.
He smiles a little more, but continues playing, not exactly trying to draw attention to himself, but not trying to hide either.
Wolfe is basically doing the same, just in her way by playing this.
Eventually his seemingly random strummings and humming coalesces into this as he starts to sing quietly.
She glances over to him, getting distracted. She seemed to sigh and stood up, moving to a different area of the roof farther away from him.
He chuckles slightly when he finishes the song. Her writes something on a note that Orchid takes and flies over to Wolfe. She sets it on the roof next to her before flying off again. Iralias goes back to playing quietly, eventually settling on this.
Wolfe rolled her eyes and picked up the note, reading it.
Sorry if I disturbed you Wolfe. Just practicing a bit, and I'm trying to keep it quiet so I don't disturb you.
Iralias.
She pinched her nose and just threw the note away, going back to playing her guitar a bit.
Iralias watched this, and sighs, settling for simply strumming his guitar and humming again.
Wolfe eventually settles on playing this to herself.
Iralias smiles slightly and switches gears, playing this more to himself than anyone.
*Unavailable.*
Wolfe eventually gets bored and jumps off the roof, walking around a bit.
*Hanging on by a Thread by The Letter Black.*
Iralias chuckles slightly, but remains in his tree, going back to strumming his guitar experimentally and humming.
As she walks into the forest, she's absentmindedly strumming out this a bit.
*Just needed to see the title there, lol. I have that entire album memorized. XD*
He smiles, and listens. Nodding slightly.
The sound fades away as she walks deeper into the woods.
*Lol, yeah, we all have that series of songs that we only need to see the title of.*
*For me it's basically anything Skillet. Only need the title to get it playing in my head, lol.*
As soon as he can't hear her anymore, he retunes his guitar and plays this.
*Branded by The Letter Black if the link doesn't work*
*It's kind of the same for me and Imagine Dragons. I went through a phase where they were all that I listened to. -shudders-*
*Welp, ran out of things, so I guess that's it for this.*
*lol. I've only listened to a few of them.*
*And I'm sitting here with a whole playlist of stuff he can play......XD XD*
*I was kind of hoping he would follow her for some reason, I had a small idea.*
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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.
In another world, another plane, a figure disappears, leaving nothing but blood-slick earth and a steel tipped feather behind.
Entropy.
A person appears. An elf. She has bags beneath her eyes, long dark hair, and eyes as black as death. In her hand she clutches a staff.
The staff is a simple affair, an black iron rod topped by a crescent of sharp, polished black steel. It clicks quietly against the ground as its wielder moves slowly across the earth towards the tavern.
The elf stumbles halfway there, her hand flying up to a gash across her torso. It leaks black blood. She lifts the blood up, staring at it intently. The staff pulses with a dark mist, and the wound closes slightly.
Lowering her hand, she continues to close the gulf between her and the tavern.
Lysander waves to her. "You okay? Need help?"
"I am fine, Orakliir."
"I see... May I have a name?"
"I assume you do. Orakliir is merely the category for ones such as you: that is, ones who should, by the natural order, be dead."
"And why have I been judged to be dead?"
"By all rights you should be dead. You have died multiple times. But every time, a higher entity intervened... so you are not an Arvlandiir."
"Do you view the works of the Judge not worthy?"
Her face twists in contempt. "No being should decide when one should die. That is the decision of nature alone."
"Um... Yes, exactly."
She tilts her head, looking at him. "What?"
"What is your position on the judging of life and death?"
"On what happens after death? I have no opinion, and I couldn't care less."
"No, I mean on who should die?"
"Everyone should die, eventually."
"And who should decided when they die?"
"The Cycle."
"Not nature?"
"Is that not what I said? The Cycle is pure nature. Beyond anything else."
"And the Judge is nature as well."
"Mm. If you wish to believe that, then I will not disabuse you of that notion."
"Good. Now, what should I refer to you as?"
"I am the Angel of Death, although you may refer to me as the Angel, or just Angel."
"Nice to meet you. What brings you to Entropy?"
"Rest and recuperation."
"Cool. Anyway I might help with that? Want something to drink?"
"I must remain vigilant in case my enemies follow me."
*Sure.*
"Want to continue practicing?"
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He does so, after which he says "Getting greedy are we?" With a sly grin on her face.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Like what? I have all I need."
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"How?"
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*Oh, and check PMs*
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"The cold stuff, I meant."
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*It's kind of the same for me and Imagine Dragons. I went through a phase where they were all that I listened to. -shudders-*
*Welp, ran out of things, so I guess that's it for this.*
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"Amulet against divination and detection."
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They kiss them back. "Yes, yes I am. You want to test my powers?"
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"YEAH!" She starts doing so.
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"It's...different...Kinda, but trancing allows me to stay aware of everything still, which means I know I'm not going to get snuck up on."
"Does that work against a wish spell?"
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Gwen watches, cheering her friend on
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*lol. I've only listened to a few of them.*
*And I'm sitting here with a whole playlist of stuff he can play......XD XD*
"I can see the advantage of that... If you want to you can wake up and start trancing.............. That or we can have some more fun."
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*I was kind of hoping he would follow her for some reason, I had a small idea.*
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"Presumably yes."
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After a bit, Lumen can no longer summon up any breath, and she collapses, exhausted, rolling onto her back.
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"Astractuin?" *looked it up, only got abstraction cuz the browsers thought I misspelt something*
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Definitely not an undead.