Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
He begins to remain quiet again
She pokes his mask.
"Please leave me alone, I just want quie
She pokes his mask again.
stroth sighs and stops, setting zylna down
"Noo, I liked that spot..."
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Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
He begins to remain quiet again
She pokes his mask.
"Please leave me alone, I just want quie
She pokes his mask again.
stroth sighs and stops, setting zylna down
"Noo, I liked that spot..."
"too bad" he seemed a bit angry now
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
He begins to remain quiet again
She pokes his mask.
"Please leave me alone, I just want quie
She pokes his mask again.
stroth sighs and stops, setting zylna down
"Noo, I liked that spot..."
"too bad" he seemed a bit angry now
While he was still leaned down, she reached up and took his mask, quickly taking some steps away after. "Guess I'll just take this as compensation."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
He begins to remain quiet again
She pokes his mask.
"Please leave me alone, I just want quie
She pokes his mask again.
stroth sighs and stops, setting zylna down
"Noo, I liked that spot..."
"too bad" he seemed a bit angry now
While he was still leaned down, she reached up and took his mask, quickly taking some steps away after. "Guess I'll just take this as compensation."
"Zylna, stop asking me questions, im not in any mood right to answer. Please leave me alone or be quiet"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
He begins to remain quiet again
She pokes his mask.
"Please leave me alone, I just want quie
She pokes his mask again.
stroth sighs and stops, setting zylna down
"Noo, I liked that spot..."
"too bad" he seemed a bit angry now
While he was still leaned down, she reached up and took his mask, quickly taking some steps away after. "Guess I'll just take this as compensation."
"Zylna, stop asking me questions, im not in any mood right to answer. Please leave me alone or be quiet"
"Hmph." She puts the mask on and turns away, crossing her arms.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
He begins to remain quiet again
She pokes his mask.
"Please leave me alone, I just want quie
She pokes his mask again.
stroth sighs and stops, setting zylna down
"Noo, I liked that spot..."
"too bad" he seemed a bit angry now
While he was still leaned down, she reached up and took his mask, quickly taking some steps away after. "Guess I'll just take this as compensation."
"Zylna, stop asking me questions, im not in any mood right to answer. Please leave me alone or be quiet"
"Hmph." She puts the mask on and turns away, crossing her arms.
He stares at her for a moment before trying to hold in a laugh "I cant stay mad for long.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
Calamitas lands outside of the Tavern, eyes ablaze. "All right, Bill! Let's finish this! You and me!" A razor-edged obsidian rapier appears in her left hand, its blade glowing crimson.
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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)
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 lands outside of the Tavern, eyes ablaze. "All right, Bill! Let's finish this! You and me!" A razor-edged obsidian rapier appears in her left hand, its blade glowing crimson.
Calamitas lands outside of the Tavern, eyes ablaze. "All right, Bill! Let's finish this! You and me!" A razor-edged obsidian rapier appears in her left hand, its blade glowing crimson.
Bill isn't here.
Kometh rushes outside, clearly out of breath. "Hey boss. Nice sword. Thought something was *inhale* wrong."
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 lands outside of the Tavern, eyes ablaze. "All right, Bill! Let's finish this! You and me!" A razor-edged obsidian rapier appears in her left hand, its blade glowing crimson.
Bill isn't here.
Kometh rushes outside, clearly out of breath. "Hey boss. Nice sword. Thought something was *inhale* wrong."
"Yeah.... me too." Calamitas puts her rapier away, and smiles. "Guess we won't have to worry about Bill for a little while." She walks back into the Tavern.
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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)
Calamitas lands outside of the Tavern, eyes ablaze. "All right, Bill! Let's finish this! You and me!" A razor-edged obsidian rapier appears in her left hand, its blade glowing crimson.
Bill isn't here.
Kometh rushes outside, clearly out of breath. "Hey boss. Nice sword. Thought something was *inhale* wrong."
"Yeah.... me too." Calamitas puts her rapier away, and smiles. "Guess we won't have to worry about Bill for a little while." She walks back into the Tavern.
"Noo, I liked that spot..."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"It's the energy source of The World. I need yellow phosphor, which sort of looks like a bright yellow goop, but its mineral form looks like amber."
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.
"too bad" he seemed a bit angry now
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
While he was still leaned down, she reached up and took his mask, quickly taking some steps away after. "Guess I'll just take this as compensation."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Zylna, stop asking me questions, im not in any mood right to answer. Please leave me alone or be quiet"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hmph." She puts the mask on and turns away, crossing her arms.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
He stares at her for a moment before trying to hold in a laugh "I cant stay mad for long.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Why not?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Hey, could you guys restart that quote chain?*
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.
*Way ahead of ya, bud.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Niko has finished their pancakes and is writing something in Japanese.
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 got dat warlock invocation*
"What are you writing?"
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.
"It's just some notes."
The paper reads: "Without the phosphor, everyone might be doomed. I just wish Mom was 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.
Kometh smiles sadly. "You wanna go look for some phosphor?"
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 lands outside of the Tavern, eyes ablaze. "All right, Bill! Let's finish this! You and me!" A razor-edged obsidian rapier appears in her left hand, its blade glowing crimson.
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 is moping the floor.
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.
Bill isn't 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.
Kometh rushes outside, clearly out of breath. "Hey boss. Nice sword. Thought something was *inhale* wrong."
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.
"Yeah.... me too." Calamitas puts her rapier away, and smiles. "Guess we won't have to worry about Bill for a little while." She walks back into the Tavern.
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)
Niko turns to look at her.
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.