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.
The drow sighs and introduces himself. "I'm Kometh. What can I call you?"
*Could I have a description of Zylna?*
*Description from her intro.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*And facial desc. from a bit after.*
She takes off her hood, revealing a goblin face with big, yellow eyes, messy black hair, and bandages covering the lower half of her face, except for the mouth area
She eyed him for a bit. "Zylna."
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The drow sighs and introduces himself. "I'm Kometh. What can I call you?"
*Could I have a description of Zylna?*
"Nice to meet ya, Kometh" Calamitas appears behind Kometh suddenly. "The name's Calamitas. Profane Goddess Calamitas, if you wanna be formal about it." She holds out her hand and smiles.
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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)
The drow sighs and introduces himself. "I'm Kometh. What can I call you?"
*Could I have a description of Zylna?*
"Nice to meet ya, Kometh" Calamitas appears behind Kometh suddenly. "The name's Calamitas. Profane Goddess Calamitas, if you wanna be formal about it." She holds out her hand and smiles.
Kometh smiles and shakes her hand. "Profane Goddess Calamitas, are there any rooms here. Preferably individual."
He looks around for where Zylna went with the lantern.
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 drow sighs and introduces himself. "I'm Kometh. What can I call you?"
*Could I have a description of Zylna?*
"Nice to meet ya, Kometh" Calamitas appears behind Kometh suddenly. "The name's Calamitas. Profane Goddess Calamitas, if you wanna be formal about it." She holds out her hand and smiles.
Kometh smiles and shakes her hand. "Profane Goddess Calamitas, are there any rooms here. Preferably individual."
He looks around for where Zylna went with the lantern.
When you shake Calamitas' hand, something feels.... warmer. This slowly rising heat fills your entire body, and stops as the handshake does.
"We do, in fact! That'll be two silver a night."
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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)
The drow sighs and introduces himself. "I'm Kometh. What can I call you?"
*Could I have a description of Zylna?*
"Nice to meet ya, Kometh" Calamitas appears behind Kometh suddenly. "The name's Calamitas. Profane Goddess Calamitas, if you wanna be formal about it." She holds out her hand and smiles.
Kometh smiles and shakes her hand. "Profane Goddess Calamitas, are there any rooms here. Preferably individual."
He looks around for where Zylna went with the lantern.
She's already across the room, talking Szathk.
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Atoll is in the main-room, her is taking care of his wolf pup
A 6'0 human walks in. His skin is a pale brown that is like of bleached wood. He has dark black hair that is kept short and faded. His eyes are a dark gold color that shimmer like forgotten treasure. He wears simple clothing, a cream colored t-shirt, black pants, thick boots, and a wooden rosary. A tattoo of a diamond is tattooed on his throat, few inches away is two symmetrical dots on his neck's side. He seems to carry no weapons and seems completely unarmed.
This man gives off a rather concerning aura, like something dark mixed with the light. Though his lips are sealed, something sharp seems to poke out from his lips.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Atoll is in the main-room, her is taking care of his wolf pup
A 6'0 human walks in. His skin is a pale brown that is like of bleached wood. He has dark black hair that is kept short and faded. His eyes are a dark gold color that shimmer like forgotten treasure. He wears simple clothing, a cream colored t-shirt, black pants, thick boots, and a wooden rosary. A tattoo of a diamond is tattooed on his throat, few inches away is two symmetrical dots on his neck's side. He seems to carry no weapons and seems completely unarmed.
This man gives off a rather concerning aura, like something dark mixed with the light. Though his lips are sealed, something sharp seems to poke out from his lips.
Zylna eyed the newcomer as she talked to Szathk.
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"Nice to meet ya, Kometh" Calamitas appears behind Kometh suddenly. "The name's Calamitas. Profane Goddess Calamitas, if you wanna be formal about it." She holds out her hand and smiles.
Kometh smiles and shakes her hand. "Profane Goddess Calamitas, are there any rooms here. Preferably individual."
He looks around for where Zylna went with the lantern.
When you shake Calamitas' hand, something feels.... warmer. This slowly rising heat fills your entire body, and stops as the handshake does.
"We do, in fact! That'll be two silver a night."
"Great! I don't have much money, only a few gold. Are there any jobs I can work here?"
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.
Zylna walked over. "I wasn't really trying to steal, I just wanted a look at it.... it reminded me of something nice..."
"Any idea why he's carrying a lantern? He's a drow."
"It seems expensive, he might've stolen it, or maybe it's special for some reason."
"Perhaps. Do you have definitive evidence?"
"No, just a hunch. When I was an assassin, I had to sort of figure people out. Their needs, their habits, their likes and dislikes, their feelings. He said he'd need it back, so I assume it's important for something to him, maybe he wanted to sell it for a nice price, or maybe it's just something he'd always had, and he uses it as a sort of momento."
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*She wasn't trying to hide, she just walks up and picks it up.*
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*oh.*
The drow looks over and watches what she does with it while sipping on a drink.
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(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.
She looks up to the drow, looking them in the eyes, then turns and walks away with the lantern.
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The drow sighs and picks up his backpack with a grunt. "I'm going to need that back later!"
He sifts through his things to make sure nothing else was stolen.
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(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.
*AND THE BACKPACK WAS COMPLETELY EMPTY*
*Nah, jk.*
Nothing was taken, she seems to have just been after the lantern.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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The drow sighs and introduces himself. "I'm Kometh. What can I call you?"
*Could I have a description of Zylna?*
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.
*Description from her intro.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*And facial desc. from a bit after.*
She takes off her hood, revealing a goblin face with big, yellow eyes, messy black hair, and bandages covering the lower half of her face, except for the mouth area
She eyed him for a bit. "Zylna."
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.
"Nice to meet ya, Kometh" Calamitas appears behind Kometh suddenly. "The name's Calamitas. Profane Goddess Calamitas, if you wanna be formal about it." She holds out her hand and smiles.
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 smiles and shakes her hand. "Profane Goddess Calamitas, are there any rooms here. Preferably individual."
He looks around for where Zylna went with the lantern.
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.
Szathk nods at Zylna's thievery.
"OK. Moderately good."
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.
When you shake Calamitas' hand, something feels.... warmer. This slowly rising heat fills your entire body, and stops as the handshake does.
"We do, in fact! That'll be two silver a night."
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)
Zylna walked over. "I wasn't really trying to steal, I just wanted a look at it.... it reminded me of something nice..."
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.
She's already across the room, talking Szathk.
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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.
"Any idea why he's carrying a lantern? He's a drow."
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.
Atoll is in the main-room, her is taking care of his wolf pup
A 6'0 human walks in. His skin is a pale brown that is like of bleached wood. He has dark black hair that is kept short and faded. His eyes are a dark gold color that shimmer like forgotten treasure. He wears simple clothing, a cream colored t-shirt, black pants, thick boots, and a wooden rosary. A tattoo of a diamond is tattooed on his throat, few inches away is two symmetrical dots on his neck's side. He seems to carry no weapons and seems completely unarmed.
This man gives off a rather concerning aura, like something dark mixed with the light. Though his lips are sealed, something sharp seems to poke out from his lips.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It seems expensive, he might've stolen it, or maybe it's special for some reason."
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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.
"Perhaps. Do you have definitive evidence?"
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.
Zylna eyed the newcomer as she talked to Szathk.
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"Great! I don't have much money, only a few gold. Are there any jobs I can work here?"
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(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.
"No, just a hunch. When I was an assassin, I had to sort of figure people out. Their needs, their habits, their likes and dislikes, their feelings. He said he'd need it back, so I assume it's important for something to him, maybe he wanted to sell it for a nice price, or maybe it's just something he'd always had, and he uses it as a sort of momento."
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.