"Thanks! I could use some help mending the window frames now if you are available."
He moves towards an obviously enchanted metal box and retrieves a carton of eggs from it.
"The box keeps things cold, if you haven't guessed already."
Neza removes a batch of loaves from the oven and puts them in a glass case. The inside of this room is clean, but the stairs to the next floor are untouched.
Thirteen casts mending on the window frames and begins cleaning the stairs. "So where'd you come to Whitewater from?"
Neza seems hesitant to answer.
"The....Ocean"
(I gotta go! See you guys tomorrow!)
"I left to start a bakery after a....close friend of mine died."
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 left to start a bakery after a....close friend of mine died."
He chuckles.
"It's pretty hard to eat bread underwater."
"I know, I tried it."
"You'll have to tell me that sometime. Do you know a place to stay? I still need to clean up the other floor."
"I can help you clean that floor if you need. I haven't been in the city very long, I was mostly just visiting because the folks across the street, Galax and Theren, were getting married. Old friends of mine, three years ago. Aye, that was quite a part of my life..." Thirteen looks retrospective for a bit.
"I left to start a bakery after a....close friend of mine died."
He chuckles.
"It's pretty hard to eat bread underwater."
"I know, I tried it."
"You'll have to tell me that sometime. Do you know a place to stay? I still need to clean up the other floor."
"I can help you clean that floor if you need. I haven't been in the city very long, I was mostly just visiting because the folks across the street, Galax and Theren, were getting married. Old friends of mine, three years ago. Aye, that was quite a part of my life..." Thirteen looks retrospective for a bit.
"Thanks! I'll look for a tavern in an hour or two then."
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 left to start a bakery after a....close friend of mine died."
He chuckles.
"It's pretty hard to eat bread underwater."
"I know, I tried it."
"You'll have to tell me that sometime. Do you know a place to stay? I still need to clean up the other floor."
"I can help you clean that floor if you need. I haven't been in the city very long, I was mostly just visiting because the folks across the street, Galax and Theren, were getting married. Old friends of mine, three years ago. Aye, that was quite a part of my life..." Thirteen looks retrospective for a bit.
"Thanks! I'll look for a tavern in an hour or two then."
Thirteen still looks a bit distracted, he helps clean the upper floor to the best of his ability though.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin walks into the city. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a back pack with a metal shield with a crest of a crown strapped onto it, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin walks into the city. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a back pack with a metal shield with a crest of a crown strapped onto it, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
The sea elf hops off of his ladder and walks over. He is dressed with commoner-like clothing, but has a decorative rope net slung over his shoulder, he bows deeply. "Ho! Welcome to Whitewater, Nezacoyotal Nopaltzin at your service."
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.
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin walks into the city. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a back pack with a metal shield with a crest of a crown strapped onto it, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
The sea elf hops off of his ladder and walks over. He is dressed with commoner-like clothing, but has a decorative rope net slung over his shoulder, he bows deeply. "Ho! Welcome to Whitewater, Nezacoyotal Nopaltzin at your service."
"Vencerys Stonewood, or just Vence works as well," He puts his hand out, "Whitewater huh?"
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin walks into the city. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a back pack with a metal shield with a crest of a crown strapped onto it, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
The sea elf hops off of his ladder and walks over. He is dressed with commoner-like clothing, but has a decorative rope net slung over his shoulder, he bows deeply. "Ho! Welcome to Whitewater, Nezacoyotal Nopaltzin at your service."
"Vencerys Stonewood, or just Vence works as well," He puts his hand out, "Whitewater huh?"
"That is the name of this place, yes. I guess Neza works just as well for me then." Neza grins and turns to the building he was painting. "I'm hoping to turn this place into a bakery!"
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.
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin walks into the city. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a back pack with a metal shield with a crest of a crown strapped onto it, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
The sea elf hops off of his ladder and walks over. He is dressed with commoner-like clothing, but has a decorative rope net slung over his shoulder, he bows deeply. "Ho! Welcome to Whitewater, Nezacoyotal Nopaltzin at your service."
"Vencerys Stonewood, or just Vence works as well," He puts his hand out, "Whitewater huh?"
"That is the name of this place, yes. I guess Neza works just as well for me then." Neza grins and turns to the building he was painting. "I'm hoping to turn this place into a bakery!"
"Well if I can't get something to eat here yet, where can I?"
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin walks into the city. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a back pack with a metal shield with a crest of a crown strapped onto it, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
The sea elf hops off of his ladder and walks over. He is dressed with commoner-like clothing, but has a decorative rope net slung over his shoulder, he bows deeply. "Ho! Welcome to Whitewater, Nezacoyotal Nopaltzin at your service."
"Vencerys Stonewood, or just Vence works as well," He puts his hand out, "Whitewater huh?"
"That is the name of this place, yes. I guess Neza works just as well for me then." Neza grins and turns to the building he was painting. "I'm hoping to turn this place into a bakery!"
"Well if I can't get something to eat here yet, where can I?"
"Well, I have a little food in stock. I'm just not ready to open." Neza walks to the building and opens the door. He motions for Vence to enter first.
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.
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"I know, I tried it."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"You'll have to tell me that sometime. Do you know a place to stay? I still need to clean up the other floor."
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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 can help you clean that floor if you need. I haven't been in the city very long, I was mostly just visiting because the folks across the street, Galax and Theren, were getting married. Old friends of mine, three years ago. Aye, that was quite a part of my life..." Thirteen looks retrospective for a bit.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Thanks! I'll look for a tavern in an hour or two then."
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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.
Thirteen still looks a bit distracted, he helps clean the upper floor to the best of his ability though.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Before Neza looks for a place to sleep, he will paint the hanging sign on the front with a new title:
Nifty Neza's Soup and Bread
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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.
Are there any notable taverns at Whitewater city?
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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.
A new day, and Neza is looking for Thirteen with a small wooden box in his hands.
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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.
Theren is cleaning his wares.
Ares is fishing on a boat near the docks.
Thomas and BT are in their mechanics shop working on something.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*sad to see this die out when I left*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Pain*
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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.
*oof, and I just came to join, but...*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*I will attempt to roleplay*
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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.
A sea elf is painting a sign on a building.
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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.
*live darn you LIVE!*
A 5'9" half-elf with really dark brown hair, almost black, green eyes, barely pointed ears, & slightly tanned skin walks into the city. He dons a full set of silvery-black chain mail, a brown leather belt holding trousers almost hidden by the greaves & leather straps on the thighs. The straps each hold a handaxe. On his lower back there's a back pack with a metal shield with a crest of a crown strapped onto it, the upper back taken up by the sheath holding his greatsword, with the handle pointing out from just under his right shoulder. All of the metal on him is the same silvery-black one that makes his armour.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The sea elf hops off of his ladder and walks over. He is dressed with commoner-like clothing, but has a decorative rope net slung over his shoulder, he bows deeply. "Ho! Welcome to Whitewater, Nezacoyotal Nopaltzin at your service."
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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.
"Vencerys Stonewood, or just Vence works as well," He puts his hand out, "Whitewater huh?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"That is the name of this place, yes. I guess Neza works just as well for me then." Neza grins and turns to the building he was painting. "I'm hoping to turn this place into a bakery!"
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.
"Well if I can't get something to eat here yet, where can I?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Well, I have a little food in stock. I'm just not ready to open." Neza walks to the building and opens the door. He motions for Vence to enter first.
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.