A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
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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)
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
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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)
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
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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)
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
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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)
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
(Can you explain?)
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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)
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
(Can you explain?)
Those who stood in my way... That was folly enough. But those who tried to fight... really, could they expect anything more than death?
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
(Can you explain?)
Those who stood in my way... That was folly enough. But those who tried to fight... really, could they expect anything more than death?
(And why did you need the power?)
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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)
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
(Can you explain?)
Those who stood in my way... That was folly enough. But those who tried to fight... really, could they expect anything more than death?
(And why did you need the power?)
Ieria was torn by war and hate. I told people what they needed to hear, and they believed me. And so my influence spread, and my church was established. All who stood in my way were destroyed.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
(Can you explain?)
Those who stood in my way... That was folly enough. But those who tried to fight... really, could they expect anything more than death?
(And why did you need the power?)
Ieria was torn by war and hate. I told people what they needed to hear, and they believed me. And so my influence spread, and my church was established. All who stood in my way were destroyed.
(Your church? Do people worship you, or something you preach of? Are you a deity of some sort?)
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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)
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
(Can you explain?)
Those who stood in my way... That was folly enough. But those who tried to fight... really, could they expect anything more than death?
(And why did you need the power?)
Ieria was torn by war and hate. I told people what they needed to hear, and they believed me. And so my influence spread, and my church was established. All who stood in my way were destroyed.
(Your church? Do people worship you, or something you preach of? Are you a deity of some sort?)
I am ascended. I am above mere mortals. When destiny whispers to you in your dreams, what can you do but answer it? There is no cause to worship more holy than a savior. There is nothing more worthy than me.
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A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
(Can you explain?)
Those who stood in my way... That was folly enough. But those who tried to fight... really, could they expect anything more than death?
(And why did you need the power?)
Ieria was torn by war and hate. I told people what they needed to hear, and they believed me. And so my influence spread, and my church was established. All who stood in my way were destroyed.
(Your church? Do people worship you, or something you preach of? Are you a deity of some sort?)
I am ascended. I am above mere mortals. When destiny whispers to you in your dreams, what can you do but answer it? There is no cause to worship more holy than a savior. There is nothing more worthy than me.
(Hmm... I see... How long have you ruled that land?)
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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)
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
(Can you explain?)
Those who stood in my way... That was folly enough. But those who tried to fight... really, could they expect anything more than death?
(And why did you need the power?)
Ieria was torn by war and hate. I told people what they needed to hear, and they believed me. And so my influence spread, and my church was established. All who stood in my way were destroyed.
(Your church? Do people worship you, or something you preach of? Are you a deity of some sort?)
I am ascended. I am above mere mortals. When destiny whispers to you in your dreams, what can you do but answer it? There is no cause to worship more holy than a savior. There is nothing more worthy than me.
(Hmm... I see... How long have you ruled that land?)
Ah, yes. This is the part where I tell you every piece of information that you want to know, so you can die trying to stop me like all the rest.
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A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
(Can you explain?)
Those who stood in my way... That was folly enough. But those who tried to fight... really, could they expect anything more than death?
(And why did you need the power?)
Ieria was torn by war and hate. I told people what they needed to hear, and they believed me. And so my influence spread, and my church was established. All who stood in my way were destroyed.
(Your church? Do people worship you, or something you preach of? Are you a deity of some sort?)
I am ascended. I am above mere mortals. When destiny whispers to you in your dreams, what can you do but answer it? There is no cause to worship more holy than a savior. There is nothing more worthy than me.
(Hmm... I see... How long have you ruled that land?)
Ah, yes. This is the part where I tell you every piece of information that you want to know, so you can die trying to stop me like all the rest.
(Im not foolish. Im not going to throw my telepathic existence away on a king walking into a bar)
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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)
A man walks into the tavern. He wears expertly crafted chain mail armor, with a shield strapped to one arm and a sword hanging at his waist. He has smooth blond hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones. Overall, he looks profoundly ordinary. But there's some sort of sense about him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself- high and indignant. Or the way he surveys the room, as if everything here was simply a trivial amusement. But no matter what it might be, something about this man is quite unusual.
Greetings. Welcome to the tavern. Or if youve been here before, welcome back, I guess
The man looks around, his face portraying that same haughty emotionlessness. And you are?
(Call me Tohrihpes. And you?)
The man gives a faint, twisted smile. A king.
(Not what was asked. Who are you, and where do you come from?)
I come from the north, from Ieria. From my rightful domain.
(Name and reason for being here?)
Do I need a reason? Who are you to question me... Tohrihpes?
(Much more than a nameless person too frightened to explain their most basic motivation)
Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
(Can you explain?)
Those who stood in my way... That was folly enough. But those who tried to fight... really, could they expect anything more than death?
(And why did you need the power?)
Ieria was torn by war and hate. I told people what they needed to hear, and they believed me. And so my influence spread, and my church was established. All who stood in my way were destroyed.
(Your church? Do people worship you, or something you preach of? Are you a deity of some sort?)
I am ascended. I am above mere mortals. When destiny whispers to you in your dreams, what can you do but answer it? There is no cause to worship more holy than a savior. There is nothing more worthy than me.
(Hmm... I see... How long have you ruled that land?)
Ah, yes. This is the part where I tell you every piece of information that you want to know, so you can die trying to stop me like all the rest.
(Im not foolish. Im not going to throw my telepathic existence away on a king walking into a bar)
I didn't claim that you were foolish. Nor am I, however, which I why I happen to believe that you have a corporeal form.
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Don't presume me to be so senselessly egotistical.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
(Then explain. Or at least say your name first. Rather than leading with some worthless status.)
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)
Worthless? Harsh sentiments from one who refuses to share even their voice.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
(Voice is much more than sounds. Is there not voice in reading? Does an author not have voice despite the presence of auditory speech? Besides, thats just how anyone hears the Voice of Tohrihpes. There is no other way the voice comes.)
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)
How amusing. However, you neglected to inform me why you think so scornfully of my title.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
(Its a meaningless title. 'King' 'lord' 'dictator'. No matter how much you think it means, its worthless to those who think. It puts you no higher than anyone else, and leading as if itd mean anything more than a name is simply asinine.)
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)
Do you know how hard I fought to claim my throne? How many died, foolishly trying to put me to an end? My people call me the Blood-Spurned King, for death will not take me. Insults and taunts do not aggravate me, for I am no pampered child, but I think it might benefit you to know whom you speak to.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
(So you murder for power? Interesting note. What made you seek that power? Why did you need it?)
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)
Murder implies that I cared to kill them. No, they sought out their own demises.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
(Can you explain?)
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)
Those who stood in my way... That was folly enough. But those who tried to fight... really, could they expect anything more than death?
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
(And why did you need the power?)
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)
Ieria was torn by war and hate. I told people what they needed to hear, and they believed me. And so my influence spread, and my church was established. All who stood in my way were destroyed.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
(Your church? Do people worship you, or something you preach of? Are you a deity of some sort?)
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 am ascended. I am above mere mortals. When destiny whispers to you in your dreams, what can you do but answer it? There is no cause to worship more holy than a savior. There is nothing more worthy than me.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
(Hmm... I see... How long have you ruled that land?)
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)
Ah, yes. This is the part where I tell you every piece of information that you want to know, so you can die trying to stop me like all the rest.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
(Im not foolish. Im not going to throw my telepathic existence away on a king walking into a bar)
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 didn't claim that you were foolish. Nor am I, however, which I why I happen to believe that you have a corporeal form.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*GTG, bye!*
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.