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.
Two figures step into the tavern, they both wear similar clothing, black cloaks over darkly colored fine-looking clothes, almost like nobles. One of the figures, the more masculine looking one, has two swords sheathed on his belt, and the other, a more feminine looking one, has a book strapped to her belt. Neither of their full faces are visible at the moment, but the lower half of their faces reveal pale complexions, the bottom half of black hair, the woman having much longer hair than the man, obviously, and tight-pursed, almost professional, lips.
*Truesight details only: They both seem to be connected by a black, ethereal chain, one end at the hilt of one of the man's swords, and the other on the spine of the woman's book.*
*I have no idea why that's messed up.*
The pair walk over to the bar and takes seats next to each other. "What are the lunch options for today?" The woman spoke up to [Insert name of whoever is nearby and operating the bar].
Kometh walks back to the bar area and answers. "We have a veggie or meat soup with bread. It'll be 3 sp each."
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
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.
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
"Do you have any grape juice?"
A drow sidles over to a pitcher and pours you a glass of grape juice.
Cractalus downs the grape juice. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM yeah, I love grape juice..."
Calamitas smiles. "I'm glad you came, actually." She almost immediately stops smiling, and the room grows dark for Cractalus alone. "We need to talk. Somewhere private." Calamitas walks into the back room of the Tavern.
"Sure thing!" Cractalus follows.
*Like the new pfp btw*
*thanks!*
"Now..." Calamitas sighs, and slumps her shoulders. "I need access to Cataclysm and Catastrophe. While I was still in my.... metallic form, we were all linked. Now that I'm more flesh and blood, I can't feel them anymore. They were like brothers to me, and I just want to see them again."
"Of course." Cractalus closes his eyes and sits in a meditative pose. Suddenly, his eyes open and glow a vibrant orange. They roll back in his head, and suddenly his entire upper face opens into a huge Bill Cipher eye. "All done. Now calling. . ."
"Thank you so much...." A single tear of joy rolls down Calamitas' cheek, before evaporating seconds later.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Two figures step into the tavern, they both wear similar clothing, black cloaks over darkly colored fine-looking clothes, almost like nobles. One of the figures, the more masculine looking one, has two swords sheathed on his belt, and the other, a more feminine looking one, has a book strapped to her belt. Neither of their full faces are visible at the moment, but the lower half of their faces reveal pale complexions, the bottom half of black hair, the woman having much longer hair than the man, obviously, and tight-pursed, almost professional, lips.
*Truesight details only: They both seem to be connected by a black, ethereal chain, one end at the hilt of one of the man's swords, and the other on the spine of the woman's book.*
*I have no idea why that's messed up.*
The pair walk over to the bar and takes seats next to each other. "What are the lunch options for today?" The woman spoke up to [Insert name of whoever is nearby and operating the bar].
Kometh walks back to the bar area and answers. "We have a veggie or meat soup with bread. It'll be 3 sp each."
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Two figures step into the tavern, they both wear similar clothing, black cloaks over darkly colored fine-looking clothes, almost like nobles. One of the figures, the more masculine looking one, has two swords sheathed on his belt, and the other, a more feminine looking one, has a book strapped to her belt. Neither of their full faces are visible at the moment, but the lower half of their faces reveal pale complexions, the bottom half of black hair, the woman having much longer hair than the man, obviously, and tight-pursed, almost professional, lips.
*Truesight details only: They both seem to be connected by a black, ethereal chain, one end at the hilt of one of the man's swords, and the other on the spine of the woman's book.*
*I have no idea why that's messed up.*
The pair walk over to the bar and takes seats next to each other. "What are the lunch options for today?" The woman spoke up to [Insert name of whoever is nearby and operating the bar].
Kometh walks back to the bar area and answers. "We have a veggie or meat soup with bread. It'll be 3 sp each."
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
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.
Two figures step into the tavern, they both wear similar clothing, black cloaks over darkly colored fine-looking clothes, almost like nobles. One of the figures, the more masculine looking one, has two swords sheathed on his belt, and the other, a more feminine looking one, has a book strapped to her belt. Neither of their full faces are visible at the moment, but the lower half of their faces reveal pale complexions, the bottom half of black hair, the woman having much longer hair than the man, obviously, and tight-pursed, almost professional, lips.
*Truesight details only: They both seem to be connected by a black, ethereal chain, one end at the hilt of one of the man's swords, and the other on the spine of the woman's book.*
*I have no idea why that's messed up.*
The pair walk over to the bar and takes seats next to each other. "What are the lunch options for today?" The woman spoke up to [Insert name of whoever is nearby and operating the bar].
Kometh walks back to the bar area and answers. "We have a veggie or meat soup with bread. It'll be 3 sp each."
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Water for me."
The man thought for a moment. "Some tea for me."
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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.
Two figures step into the tavern, they both wear similar clothing, black cloaks over darkly colored fine-looking clothes, almost like nobles. One of the figures, the more masculine looking one, has two swords sheathed on his belt, and the other, a more feminine looking one, has a book strapped to her belt. Neither of their full faces are visible at the moment, but the lower half of their faces reveal pale complexions, the bottom half of black hair, the woman having much longer hair than the man, obviously, and tight-pursed, almost professional, lips.
*Truesight details only: They both seem to be connected by a black, ethereal chain, one end at the hilt of one of the man's swords, and the other on the spine of the woman's book.*
*I have no idea why that's messed up.*
The pair walk over to the bar and takes seats next to each other. "What are the lunch options for today?" The woman spoke up to [Insert name of whoever is nearby and operating the bar].
Kometh walks back to the bar area and answers. "We have a veggie or meat soup with bread. It'll be 3 sp each."
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Water for me."
The man thought for a moment. "Some tea for me."
"Of course." He places the glass of water on a tray and after a while, the tea as well. He walks over and places the drinks on the table.
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.
Two figures step into the tavern, they both wear similar clothing, black cloaks over darkly colored fine-looking clothes, almost like nobles. One of the figures, the more masculine looking one, has two swords sheathed on his belt, and the other, a more feminine looking one, has a book strapped to her belt. Neither of their full faces are visible at the moment, but the lower half of their faces reveal pale complexions, the bottom half of black hair, the woman having much longer hair than the man, obviously, and tight-pursed, almost professional, lips.
*Truesight details only: They both seem to be connected by a black, ethereal chain, one end at the hilt of one of the man's swords, and the other on the spine of the woman's book.*
*I have no idea why that's messed up.*
The pair walk over to the bar and takes seats next to each other. "What are the lunch options for today?" The woman spoke up to [Insert name of whoever is nearby and operating the bar].
Kometh walks back to the bar area and answers. "We have a veggie or meat soup with bread. It'll be 3 sp each."
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Water for me."
The man thought for a moment. "Some tea for me."
"Of course." He places the glass of water on a tray and after a while, the tea as well. He walks over and places the drinks on the table.
The both drink in unison, taking a few small sips before setting them down. The man spoke up. "So I heard a new goddess or something has been born, or made, which was it again, sister?"
"I forget, Dip, but perhaps this one right here can confirm for us." She sipped some more water.
"Yes, I suppose that was the purpose of the question to begin with."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The drow has a lantern hooked onto his belt and is wearing a loose fitting robe.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
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.
"Thank you so much...." A single tear of joy rolls down Calamitas' cheek, before evaporating seconds later.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A taller tiefling man in sweeping robes with reddish skin and a Hercule Poirot mustache walks in. "Is my sister here?"
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.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I haven't seen any other tieflings recently. Nice moustache. Hiding anything under it?"
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.
Calamitas runs up and hugs Cataclysm, sobbing with joy.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
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.
"Calm down, calm down..." Cataclysm hugs his sister back.
Cractalus smiles evilly from behind them. Just another piece of the plan...
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.
Szathk has transferred their entire attention to Cractalus by now, and their eyes are glowing green almost around the clock.
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?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Kometh raises his eyebrows and feels out of place. He looks deep in thought.
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.
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Water for me."
The man thought for a moment. "Some tea for me."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Of course." He places the glass of water on a tray and after a while, the tea as well. He walks over and places the drinks on the table.
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.
Roman is in the main tavern-room. He is leaned back in a chair, eyes fully and purely white as he stares at the ceiling above himself
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Zylna sits on the table, staring him down.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Cractalus's eye is hidden, he looks more normal now. "What are you looking at?"
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.
Kometh locks eyes with the goblin and looks annoyed "Where's my lantern, goblin?"
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.
The both drink in unison, taking a few small sips before setting them down. The man spoke up. "So I heard a new goddess or something has been born, or made, which was it again, sister?"
"I forget, Dip, but perhaps this one right here can confirm for us." She sipped some more water.
"Yes, I suppose that was the purpose of the question to begin with."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I missed you so much...." Calamitas struggles to say anything through the tears. *also, Cataclysm is a demigod now.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He blinks his eyes but they dont loose their glowing status. "What do you want"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]