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.
Roman was inside. He was laid out on a couch, napping a bit. He seemed tired.
(YA KNOW WHAT, I FEEL LIKE STROTH WOULD BE GOOD HERE)
Zylna sits on the head of the couch like a cat, waiting patiently.
Roman blinks his eyes and groans "WHAAAAT"
"You know what."
Roman grumbled
Zylna stared intently.
"Christ, LEAVE ME ALONE BEFORE I TAKE YOU AND THROW AS BAIT FOR A PURPLE WORM"
"No. Answer me and I'll be gone".
He grabs her by the back of the neck
str: 11
She slips out easily. "Nice try, answer me. What was the place? Why did you go? Why weren't you supposed to?"
"Leave me alone!!"
Kometh stands up. "Zylna, please stop pestering him. You guys should probably eat something."
She looks at Kometh, slightly annoyed by his presence. "No."
She looks back at Roman. "Answer."
He snarls and grabs her, His fangs bared as he leans towards her neck
She held two daggers up to his neck, the points resting just on either side of it. She stared him in the eyes, almost defiantly.
His eyes glow an unnatural color. *make a wisdom save*
19
*Right on the cusp, nicely done*
*Was going to use vampire charms (lol charm person) *
he sits up and throws her away from him
She nimbly lands on her feet, then walks over and sits on the arm of the couch opposite to him, still waiting.
He rolls his eyes and fixes his shirt, smoothing it out.
At this time, a figure stands in the doorway watching them. He wears a thick black coat with a hood that covers his face in shadows. A crow hops around around his feet, it has a set of humanoid teeth in its beak. The man wears thick gloves that are stained with pulsing and glowing orange liquid.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Roman was inside. He was laid out on a couch, napping a bit. He seemed tired.
(YA KNOW WHAT, I FEEL LIKE STROTH WOULD BE GOOD HERE)
Zylna sits on the head of the couch like a cat, waiting patiently.
Roman blinks his eyes and groans "WHAAAAT"
"You know what."
Roman grumbled
Zylna stared intently.
"Christ, LEAVE ME ALONE BEFORE I TAKE YOU AND THROW AS BAIT FOR A PURPLE WORM"
"No. Answer me and I'll be gone".
He grabs her by the back of the neck
str: 11
She slips out easily. "Nice try, answer me. What was the place? Why did you go? Why weren't you supposed to?"
"Leave me alone!!"
Kometh stands up. "Zylna, please stop pestering him. You guys should probably eat something."
She looks at Kometh, slightly annoyed by his presence. "No."
She looks back at Roman. "Answer."
He snarls and grabs her, His fangs bared as he leans towards her neck
She held two daggers up to his neck, the points resting just on either side of it. She stared him in the eyes, almost defiantly.
His eyes glow an unnatural color. *make a wisdom save*
19
*Right on the cusp, nicely done*
*Was going to use vampire charms (lol charm person) *
he sits up and throws her away from him
She nimbly lands on her feet, then walks over and sits on the arm of the couch opposite to him, still waiting.
He rolls his eyes and fixes his shirt, smoothing it out.
At this time, a figure stands in the doorway watching them. He wears a thick black coat with a hood that covers his face in shadows. A crow hops around around his feet, it has a set of humanoid teeth in its beak. The man wears thick gloves that are stained with pulsing and glowing orange liquid.
*Oh yOu DiDn'T*
*YoU DId!*
Zylna glances over for a second, looks back at Roman, then did a double take back.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Was going to use vampire charms (lol charm person) *
he sits up and throws her away from him
She nimbly lands on her feet, then walks over and sits on the arm of the couch opposite to him, still waiting.
He rolls his eyes and fixes his shirt, smoothing it out.
At this time, a figure stands in the doorway watching them. He wears a thick black coat with a hood that covers his face in shadows. A crow hops around around his feet, it has a set of humanoid teeth in its beak. The man wears thick gloves that are stained with pulsing and glowing orange liquid.
Kometh looks away from the fight and at the newcomer. "Welcome to the Brimstone Tavern, would you like anything to eat?" He turns around and glares at Zylna and Roman.
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 was inside. He was laid out on a couch, napping a bit. He seemed tired.
(YA KNOW WHAT, I FEEL LIKE STROTH WOULD BE GOOD HERE)
Zylna sits on the head of the couch like a cat, waiting patiently.
Roman blinks his eyes and groans "WHAAAAT"
"You know what."
Roman grumbled
Zylna stared intently.
"Christ, LEAVE ME ALONE BEFORE I TAKE YOU AND THROW AS BAIT FOR A PURPLE WORM"
"No. Answer me and I'll be gone".
He grabs her by the back of the neck
str: 11
She slips out easily. "Nice try, answer me. What was the place? Why did you go? Why weren't you supposed to?"
"Leave me alone!!"
Kometh stands up. "Zylna, please stop pestering him. You guys should probably eat something."
She looks at Kometh, slightly annoyed by his presence. "No."
She looks back at Roman. "Answer."
He snarls and grabs her, His fangs bared as he leans towards her neck
She held two daggers up to his neck, the points resting just on either side of it. She stared him in the eyes, almost defiantly.
His eyes glow an unnatural color. *make a wisdom save*
19
*Right on the cusp, nicely done*
*Was going to use vampire charms (lol charm person) *
he sits up and throws her away from him
She nimbly lands on her feet, then walks over and sits on the arm of the couch opposite to him, still waiting.
He rolls his eyes and fixes his shirt, smoothing it out.
At this time, a figure stands in the doorway watching them. He wears a thick black coat with a hood that covers his face in shadows. A crow hops around around his feet, it has a set of humanoid teeth in its beak. The man wears thick gloves that are stained with pulsing and glowing orange liquid.
*Oh yOu DiDn'T*
*YoU DId!*
Zylna glances over for a second, looks back at Roman, then did a double take back.
the man walks forward, his heavy boots tromping across the floor. "Hello Zylna" a grating voice says
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Was going to use vampire charms (lol charm person) *
he sits up and throws her away from him
She nimbly lands on her feet, then walks over and sits on the arm of the couch opposite to him, still waiting.
He rolls his eyes and fixes his shirt, smoothing it out.
At this time, a figure stands in the doorway watching them. He wears a thick black coat with a hood that covers his face in shadows. A crow hops around around his feet, it has a set of humanoid teeth in its beak. The man wears thick gloves that are stained with pulsing and glowing orange liquid.
Kometh looks away from the fight and at the newcomer. "Welcome to the Brimstone Tavern, would you like anything to eat?" He turns around and glares at Zylna and Roman.
The man has a gas-mask over his face so his voice is a bit hard to hear "No, I am fine, but thank you"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Roman was inside. He was laid out on a couch, napping a bit. He seemed tired.
(YA KNOW WHAT, I FEEL LIKE STROTH WOULD BE GOOD HERE)
Zylna sits on the head of the couch like a cat, waiting patiently.
Roman blinks his eyes and groans "WHAAAAT"
"You know what."
Roman grumbled
Zylna stared intently.
"Christ, LEAVE ME ALONE BEFORE I TAKE YOU AND THROW AS BAIT FOR A PURPLE WORM"
"No. Answer me and I'll be gone".
He grabs her by the back of the neck
str: 11
She slips out easily. "Nice try, answer me. What was the place? Why did you go? Why weren't you supposed to?"
"Leave me alone!!"
Kometh stands up. "Zylna, please stop pestering him. You guys should probably eat something."
She looks at Kometh, slightly annoyed by his presence. "No."
She looks back at Roman. "Answer."
He snarls and grabs her, His fangs bared as he leans towards her neck
She held two daggers up to his neck, the points resting just on either side of it. She stared him in the eyes, almost defiantly.
His eyes glow an unnatural color. *make a wisdom save*
19
*Right on the cusp, nicely done*
*Was going to use vampire charms (lol charm person) *
he sits up and throws her away from him
She nimbly lands on her feet, then walks over and sits on the arm of the couch opposite to him, still waiting.
He rolls his eyes and fixes his shirt, smoothing it out.
At this time, a figure stands in the doorway watching them. He wears a thick black coat with a hood that covers his face in shadows. A crow hops around around his feet, it has a set of humanoid teeth in its beak. The man wears thick gloves that are stained with pulsing and glowing orange liquid.
*Oh yOu DiDn'T*
*YoU DId!*
Zylna glances over for a second, looks back at Roman, then did a double take back.
the man walks forward, his heavy boots tromping across the floor. "Hello Zylna" a grating voice says
She's speechless for a moment. "Hello, it's.... been a while."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Was going to use vampire charms (lol charm person) *
he sits up and throws her away from him
She nimbly lands on her feet, then walks over and sits on the arm of the couch opposite to him, still waiting.
He rolls his eyes and fixes his shirt, smoothing it out.
At this time, a figure stands in the doorway watching them. He wears a thick black coat with a hood that covers his face in shadows. A crow hops around around his feet, it has a set of humanoid teeth in its beak. The man wears thick gloves that are stained with pulsing and glowing orange liquid.
Kometh looks away from the fight and at the newcomer. "Welcome to the Brimstone Tavern, would you like anything to eat?" He turns around and glares at Zylna and Roman.
The man has a gas-mask over his face so his voice is a bit hard to hear "No, I am fine, but thank you"
Kometh nods, and walks behind the bar, carefully looking for signs of a fight.
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 was inside. He was laid out on a couch, napping a bit. He seemed tired.
(YA KNOW WHAT, I FEEL LIKE STROTH WOULD BE GOOD HERE)
Zylna sits on the head of the couch like a cat, waiting patiently.
Roman blinks his eyes and groans "WHAAAAT"
"You know what."
Roman grumbled
Zylna stared intently.
"Christ, LEAVE ME ALONE BEFORE I TAKE YOU AND THROW AS BAIT FOR A PURPLE WORM"
"No. Answer me and I'll be gone".
He grabs her by the back of the neck
str: 11
She slips out easily. "Nice try, answer me. What was the place? Why did you go? Why weren't you supposed to?"
"Leave me alone!!"
Kometh stands up. "Zylna, please stop pestering him. You guys should probably eat something."
She looks at Kometh, slightly annoyed by his presence. "No."
She looks back at Roman. "Answer."
He snarls and grabs her, His fangs bared as he leans towards her neck
She held two daggers up to his neck, the points resting just on either side of it. She stared him in the eyes, almost defiantly.
His eyes glow an unnatural color. *make a wisdom save*
19
*Right on the cusp, nicely done*
*Was going to use vampire charms (lol charm person) *
he sits up and throws her away from him
She nimbly lands on her feet, then walks over and sits on the arm of the couch opposite to him, still waiting.
He rolls his eyes and fixes his shirt, smoothing it out.
At this time, a figure stands in the doorway watching them. He wears a thick black coat with a hood that covers his face in shadows. A crow hops around around his feet, it has a set of humanoid teeth in its beak. The man wears thick gloves that are stained with pulsing and glowing orange liquid.
*Oh yOu DiDn'T*
*YoU DId!*
Zylna glances over for a second, looks back at Roman, then did a double take back.
the man walks forward, his heavy boots tromping across the floor. "Hello Zylna" a grating voice says
She's speechless for a moment. "Hello, it's.... been a while."
He has a thick gas-mask over his face so his voice is a bit hard to hear "Its good to see you friend" he said and coughed a bit
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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She looks at Kometh, slightly annoyed by his presence. "No."
She looks back at Roman. "Answer."
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.
Kometh walks to the kitchen to make food for himself.
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.
He snarls and grabs her, His fangs bared as he leans towards her neck
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She held two daggers up to his neck, the points resting just on either side of it. She stared him in the eyes, almost defiantly.
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.
His eyes glow an unnatural color. *make a wisdom save*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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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.
Kometh walks back from the kitchen and calmly places his place of scrambled eggs and bacon on the counter and casts scatter. Make a dc 21 wis save.
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.
25
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.
*Right on the cusp, nicely done*
*Was going to use vampire charms (lol charm person) *
he sits up and throws her away from him
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
12
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She nimbly lands on her feet, then walks over and sits on the arm of the couch opposite to him, still waiting.
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.
Roman is teleported to the other side of the room and Kometh stands in between them. "Why could we have not just had breakfast?"
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.
He rolls his eyes and fixes his shirt, smoothing it out.
At this time, a figure stands in the doorway watching them. He wears a thick black coat with a hood that covers his face in shadows. A crow hops around around his feet, it has a set of humanoid teeth in its beak. The man wears thick gloves that are stained with pulsing and glowing orange liquid.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Oh yOu DiDn'T*
*YoU DId!*
Zylna glances over for a second, looks back at Roman, then did a double take back.
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.
Kometh looks away from the fight and at the newcomer. "Welcome to the Brimstone Tavern, would you like anything to eat?" He turns around and glares at Zylna and Roman.
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 man walks forward, his heavy boots tromping across the floor. "Hello Zylna" a grating voice says
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The man has a gas-mask over his face so his voice is a bit hard to hear "No, I am fine, but thank you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She's speechless for a moment. "Hello, it's.... been a while."
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.
Kometh nods, and walks behind the bar, carefully looking for signs of a fight.
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.
He has a thick gas-mask over his face so his voice is a bit hard to hear "Its good to see you friend" he said and coughed a bit
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]