*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
The newcomer nods back, his compound eyes seeing almost everything in front of and to the sides of him. The newcomer walks over towards Szathk and sits down across from them. In a thick, and rather hard to understand accent, the stranger introduces themselves. "I am Kat'chka, Thri-Kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. What's your name?"
*Description please?*
"I have no name. But I'm sometimes known by Szathk, or just S for those who can't pronounce it. I'm the resident official of the Collective."
*A hooded figure whose hood covers everything but their mouth and chin, which is very pale and has small fangs poking out. Also, sometimes a green glow comes from their eyes.*
"Interesting. I have heard rumors of the Collective, but nothing much. Can you tell me more about your organization?" As he's talking, he pulls a flask out of a pocket in his cloak and takes a sip from it.
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
The newcomer nods back, his compound eyes seeing almost everything in front of and to the sides of him. The newcomer walks over towards Szathk and sits down across from them. In a thick, and rather hard to understand accent, the stranger introduces themselves. "I am Kat'chka, Thri-Kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. What's your name?"
*Description please?*
"I have no name. But I'm sometimes known by Szathk, or just S for those who can't pronounce it. I'm the resident official of the Collective."
*A hooded figure whose hood covers everything but their mouth and chin, which is very pale and has small fangs poking out. Also, sometimes a green glow comes from their eyes.*
"Interesting. I have heard rumors of the Collective, but nothing much. Can you tell me more about your organization?" As he's talking, he pulls a flask out of a pocket in his cloak and takes a sip from it.
* "Sure! Just sign this contract in blood, stating you'll never reveal what I tell you... Oh yeah, it's in an obscure ancient language that's dead now. Just sign it!" *
"Well, we usually don't tell much to outsiders..."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
The newcomer nods back, his compound eyes seeing almost everything in front of and to the sides of him. The newcomer walks over towards Szathk and sits down across from them. In a thick, and rather hard to understand accent, the stranger introduces themselves. "I am Kat'chka, Thri-Kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. What's your name?"
*Description please?*
"I have no name. But I'm sometimes known by Szathk, or just S for those who can't pronounce it. I'm the resident official of the Collective."
*A hooded figure whose hood covers everything but their mouth and chin, which is very pale and has small fangs poking out. Also, sometimes a green glow comes from their eyes.*
"Interesting. I have heard rumors of the Collective, but nothing much. Can you tell me more about your organization?" As he's talking, he pulls a flask out of a pocket in his cloak and takes a sip from it.
* "Sure! Just sign this contract in blood, stating you'll never reveal what I tell you... Oh yeah, it's in an obscure ancient language that's dead now. Just sign it!" *
"Well, we usually don't tell much to outsiders..."
"Consider me a potential recruit. What could you tell me then?"
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
The newcomer nods back, his compound eyes seeing almost everything in front of and to the sides of him. The newcomer walks over towards Szathk and sits down across from them. In a thick, and rather hard to understand accent, the stranger introduces themselves. "I am Kat'chka, Thri-Kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. What's your name?"
*Description please?*
"I have no name. But I'm sometimes known by Szathk, or just S for those who can't pronounce it. I'm the resident official of the Collective."
*A hooded figure whose hood covers everything but their mouth and chin, which is very pale and has small fangs poking out. Also, sometimes a green glow comes from their eyes.*
"Interesting. I have heard rumors of the Collective, but nothing much. Can you tell me more about your organization?" As he's talking, he pulls a flask out of a pocket in his cloak and takes a sip from it.
* "Sure! Just sign this contract in blood, stating you'll never reveal what I tell you... Oh yeah, it's in an obscure ancient language that's dead now. Just sign it!" *
"Well, we usually don't tell much to outsiders..."
"Consider me a potential recruit. What could you tell me then?"
*XD Love It!!! XD*
"We use any and all means to gather information. Some of the information we sell, usually after we use it to the best of our abilities. Recently we decided to go multi-versal, instead of staying in our traditional old world. Especially since it could go boom at any moment."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Kometh glances up from reading his recipe book and watches the insectoid newcomer with curiosity. "Welcome to the Brimstone Tavern! Would you like anything to eat or drink?" He is a drow wearing a strangely shaped suit of leather armor with a lantern strapped to his hip. He watches Szathk warily.
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.
Kometh glances up from reading his recipe book and watches the insectoid newcomer with curiosity. "Welcome to the Brimstone Tavern! Would you like anything to eat or drink?" He is a drow wearing a strangely shaped suit of leather armor with a lantern strapped to his hip. He watches Szathk warily.
"Why don't you like me? I'm a nice person. Despite the occasional possession..."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
The newcomer nods back, his compound eyes seeing almost everything in front of and to the sides of him. The newcomer walks over towards Szathk and sits down across from them. In a thick, and rather hard to understand accent, the stranger introduces themselves. "I am Kat'chka, Thri-Kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. What's your name?"
*Description please?*
"I have no name. But I'm sometimes known by Szathk, or just S for those who can't pronounce it. I'm the resident official of the Collective."
*A hooded figure whose hood covers everything but their mouth and chin, which is very pale and has small fangs poking out. Also, sometimes a green glow comes from their eyes.*
"Interesting. I have heard rumors of the Collective, but nothing much. Can you tell me more about your organization?" As he's talking, he pulls a flask out of a pocket in his cloak and takes a sip from it.
* "Sure! Just sign this contract in blood, stating you'll never reveal what I tell you... Oh yeah, it's in an obscure ancient language that's dead now. Just sign it!" *
"Well, we usually don't tell much to outsiders..."
"Consider me a potential recruit. What could you tell me then?"
*XD Love It!!! XD*
"We use any and all means to gather information. Some of the information we sell, usually after we use it to the best of our abilities. Recently we decided to go multi-versal, instead of staying in our traditional old world. Especially since it could go boom at any moment."
"Interesting, and a world going BOOM doesn't sound good."
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
The newcomer nods back, his compound eyes seeing almost everything in front of and to the sides of him. The newcomer walks over towards Szathk and sits down across from them. In a thick, and rather hard to understand accent, the stranger introduces themselves. "I am Kat'chka, Thri-Kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. What's your name?"
*Description please?*
"I have no name. But I'm sometimes known by Szathk, or just S for those who can't pronounce it. I'm the resident official of the Collective."
*A hooded figure whose hood covers everything but their mouth and chin, which is very pale and has small fangs poking out. Also, sometimes a green glow comes from their eyes.*
"Interesting. I have heard rumors of the Collective, but nothing much. Can you tell me more about your organization?" As he's talking, he pulls a flask out of a pocket in his cloak and takes a sip from it.
* "Sure! Just sign this contract in blood, stating you'll never reveal what I tell you... Oh yeah, it's in an obscure ancient language that's dead now. Just sign it!" *
"Well, we usually don't tell much to outsiders..."
"Consider me a potential recruit. What could you tell me then?"
*XD Love It!!! XD*
"We use any and all means to gather information. Some of the information we sell, usually after we use it to the best of our abilities. Recently we decided to go multi-versal, instead of staying in our traditional old world. Especially since it could go boom at any moment."
"Interesting, and a world going BOOM doesn't sound good."
"Well, it is in a state of war. Between two massive superpowers..."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Kometh glances up from reading his recipe book and watches the insectoid newcomer with curiosity. "Welcome to the Brimstone Tavern! Would you like anything to eat or drink?" He is a drow wearing a strangely shaped suit of leather armor with a lantern strapped to his hip. He watches Szathk warily.
The newcomer looks over to Kometh, not seemingly that surprised by seeing a Drow. He speaks in a rather thick and difficult to understand accent, curtesy of, you know, mandibles and all. "Thank you, but I am fine. I'm Kat'chka, a Thri-Kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards, who exactly might you be? Drow aren't exactly that common where I come from."
Kat'chka watches out of the corner of one of his two compound eyes.
Roman dumps the now drained body elsewhere and stares at Kat'chka "What, you want to be drained as well?"
Kat'chka turns to face him. "There's no need for threats." he says in a thick accent that takes Roman a minute to decipher. "I just haven't seen many of your kind, being a relatively nomadic artificer."
Kat'chka watches out of the corner of one of his two compound eyes.
Roman dumps the now drained body elsewhere and stares at Kat'chka "What, you want to be drained as well?"
Kat'chka turns to face him. "There's no need for threats." he says in a thick accent that takes Roman a minute to decipher. "I just haven't seen many of your kind, being a relatively nomadic artificer."
"Hm" Roman said and appeared rather quickly in front of Kat'chka "Haven't seen your kind either" he smelled of thick iron
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Kat'chka watches out of the corner of one of his two compound eyes.
Roman dumps the now drained body elsewhere and stares at Kat'chka "What, you want to be drained as well?"
Kat'chka turns to face him. "There's no need for threats." he says in a thick accent that takes Roman a minute to decipher. "I just haven't seen many of your kind, being a relatively nomadic artificer."
"Hm" Roman said and appeared rather quickly in front of Kat'chka "Haven't seen your kind either" he smelled of thick iron
"Thri-Kreen are not common in most worlds." He replies, surprisingly calm. "Even in my world, we are but a few small, isolated tribes in the Sea of Shards."
Kat'chka watches out of the corner of one of his two compound eyes.
Roman dumps the now drained body elsewhere and stares at Kat'chka "What, you want to be drained as well?"
Kat'chka turns to face him. "There's no need for threats." he says in a thick accent that takes Roman a minute to decipher. "I just haven't seen many of your kind, being a relatively nomadic artificer."
"Hm" Roman said and appeared rather quickly in front of Kat'chka "Haven't seen your kind either" he smelled of thick iron
"Thri-Kreen are not common in most worlds." He replies, surprisingly calm. "Even in my world, we are but a few small, isolated tribes in the Sea of Shards."
"Hm" Roman says and waves a hand "You look like most drow"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Kat'chka watches out of the corner of one of his two compound eyes.
Roman dumps the now drained body elsewhere and stares at Kat'chka "What, you want to be drained as well?"
Kat'chka turns to face him. "There's no need for threats." he says in a thick accent that takes Roman a minute to decipher. "I just haven't seen many of your kind, being a relatively nomadic artificer."
"Hm" Roman said and appeared rather quickly in front of Kat'chka "Haven't seen your kind either" he smelled of thick iron
"Thri-Kreen are not common in most worlds." He replies, surprisingly calm. "Even in my world, we are but a few small, isolated tribes in the Sea of Shards."
"Hm" Roman says and waves a hand "You look like most drow"
*Two different characters for the two different taverns, lol*
"Drow? I am most certainly no Drow!" He says, raising his four arms, his upper left going for the wicked-looking mace on his belt.
Kat'chka watches out of the corner of one of his two compound eyes.
Roman dumps the now drained body elsewhere and stares at Kat'chka "What, you want to be drained as well?"
Kat'chka turns to face him. "There's no need for threats." he says in a thick accent that takes Roman a minute to decipher. "I just haven't seen many of your kind, being a relatively nomadic artificer."
"Hm" Roman said and appeared rather quickly in front of Kat'chka "Haven't seen your kind either" he smelled of thick iron
"Thri-Kreen are not common in most worlds." He replies, surprisingly calm. "Even in my world, we are but a few small, isolated tribes in the Sea of Shards."
"Hm" Roman says and waves a hand "You look like most drow"
*Two different characters for the two different taverns, lol*
"Drow? I am most certainly no Drow!" He says, raising his four arms, his upper left going for the wicked-looking mace on his belt.
*Ah yes, the confusion*
Roman raises an eyebrow "Very scared, anyways"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Kat'chka watches out of the corner of one of his two compound eyes.
Roman dumps the now drained body elsewhere and stares at Kat'chka "What, you want to be drained as well?"
Kat'chka turns to face him. "There's no need for threats." he says in a thick accent that takes Roman a minute to decipher. "I just haven't seen many of your kind, being a relatively nomadic artificer."
"Hm" Roman said and appeared rather quickly in front of Kat'chka "Haven't seen your kind either" he smelled of thick iron
"Thri-Kreen are not common in most worlds." He replies, surprisingly calm. "Even in my world, we are but a few small, isolated tribes in the Sea of Shards."
"Hm" Roman says and waves a hand "You look like most drow"
*Two different characters for the two different taverns, lol*
"Drow? I am most certainly no Drow!" He says, raising his four arms, his upper left going for the wicked-looking mace on his belt.
Kat'chka watches out of the corner of one of his two compound eyes.
Roman dumps the now drained body elsewhere and stares at Kat'chka "What, you want to be drained as well?"
Kat'chka turns to face him. "There's no need for threats." he says in a thick accent that takes Roman a minute to decipher. "I just haven't seen many of your kind, being a relatively nomadic artificer."
"Hm" Roman said and appeared rather quickly in front of Kat'chka "Haven't seen your kind either" he smelled of thick iron
"Thri-Kreen are not common in most worlds." He replies, surprisingly calm. "Even in my world, we are but a few small, isolated tribes in the Sea of Shards."
"Hm" Roman says and waves a hand "You look like most drow"
*Two different characters for the two different taverns, lol*
"Drow? I am most certainly no Drow!" He says, raising his four arms, his upper left going for the wicked-looking mace on his belt.
*Ah yes, the confusion*
Roman raises an eyebrow "Very scared, anyways"
"Me, scared? No. Have I reason to be?"
"You being scared, no" he said and looked at his t-shirt, it was stained in crimson blood. "Christ..."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"Interesting. I have heard rumors of the Collective, but nothing much. Can you tell me more about your organization?" As he's talking, he pulls a flask out of a pocket in his cloak and takes a sip from it.
* "Sure! Just sign this contract in blood, stating you'll never reveal what I tell you... Oh yeah, it's in an obscure ancient language that's dead now. Just sign it!" *
"Well, we usually don't tell much to outsiders..."
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.
"Consider me a potential recruit. What could you tell me then?"
*XD Love It!!! XD*
"We use any and all means to gather information. Some of the information we sell, usually after we use it to the best of our abilities. Recently we decided to go multi-versal, instead of staying in our traditional old world. Especially since it could go boom at any moment."
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 glances up from reading his recipe book and watches the insectoid newcomer with curiosity. "Welcome to the Brimstone Tavern! Would you like anything to eat or drink?" He is a drow wearing a strangely shaped suit of leather armor with a lantern strapped to his hip. He watches Szathk warily.
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.
"Why don't you like me? I'm a nice person. Despite the occasional possession..."
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.
"Interesting, and a world going BOOM doesn't sound good."
"Well, it is in a state of war. Between two massive superpowers..."
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.
The newcomer looks over to Kometh, not seemingly that surprised by seeing a Drow. He speaks in a rather thick and difficult to understand accent, curtesy of, you know, mandibles and all. "Thank you, but I am fine. I'm Kat'chka, a Thri-Kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards, who exactly might you be? Drow aren't exactly that common where I come from."
Roman is ripping the neck open of a Evil-align man. He drains the blood for food.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Kat'chka watches out of the corner of one of his two compound eyes.
Roman dumps the now drained body elsewhere and stares at Kat'chka "What, you want to be drained as well?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Kat'chka turns to face him. "There's no need for threats." he says in a thick accent that takes Roman a minute to decipher. "I just haven't seen many of your kind, being a relatively nomadic artificer."
"Hm" Roman said and appeared rather quickly in front of Kat'chka "Haven't seen your kind either" he smelled of thick iron
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thri-Kreen are not common in most worlds." He replies, surprisingly calm. "Even in my world, we are but a few small, isolated tribes in the Sea of Shards."
"Hm" Roman says and waves a hand "You look like most drow"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Two different characters for the two different taverns, lol*
"Drow? I am most certainly no Drow!" He says, raising his four arms, his upper left going for the wicked-looking mace on his belt.
*Ah yes, the confusion*
Roman raises an eyebrow "Very scared, anyways"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Me, scared? No. Have I reason to be?"
"You being scared, no" he said and looked at his t-shirt, it was stained in crimson blood. "Christ..."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]