A flash flashes like flashes do, and when the flash disappeared in a flash, a flashy elf was standing on top of a streetlight. She looks to be a bit on the younger side, and she carries herself with a deadly air. She also seems to radiate magic, too.
*Ah, Sorry, Scyria.*
Below the streetlight, about three people were grouped together.
*It's fine.*
She jumps down. "Hello! Where is this? Where can I find the local thieves' guild? If I can get them to give me a ride out of here.... Maybe the Behemoth will stop by? No, this is an out of the way world... Well shoot." By the end of this she seems to be talking to herself.
One figures, they seem to be a homeless gnome, stared at her a bit. The two other figures, both pale and holding an umbrella, as well as a small paper bag, also stared at her. "Oh, are one of those new people?" The woman figure asked.
"Oh, is this a drug deal? Sorry. So does this mean you're part of the local gang? I know it's a cliched line, but- " -ahem- "-take me to your leader."
The two figures under the umbrella look at each other and laugh a bit. "Our 'leader' is more than 10 cities away, you're not seeing her anytime soon, even if we wanted to bring you."
The gnome tugged on one of their sleeves. "So... um... about the H.C.?"
The man thought for a moment. "Look, we'll cut you some slack today, but next time it'll be double, got it?"
The gnome eagerly nodded.
"Alright, it'll be two cups for the bag."
"O-okay...."
He hands the gnome two plastic cups with sealable lids and a knife, the gnome cut open his wrist and bled into the cups, eventually filling them up. He sealed them and handed them back to the figures, and the man handed the bag over to him. "See you next week." The gnome waved and disappeared into an alleyway.
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In a back ally,a cloud of dark ominous fog erupts,the mystery of the moment is ruined,when a 14-15 year old boy steps out and begins cursing at the sky and saying something about an entity of some sort,this is Andrew and he isn't sicced to be here.
An old homeless person gets up out of a box and runs off screaming, something about demonic little boys.
"Oh great, I'm already scaring people,I think that's a record."
The alleyway is now very quiet, except for a rustling in a nearby dumpster.
"Well,this place is certainly more like home than the last,I'd better find a place to stay if I'm scoping out new contestants for the trials."
Overhead, a huge blue dragon flies over, carrying a crate of something.
He looks up:"Huh." He walks down the nearest street,looking for a place to stay or at least find food.
As soon as the corner is turned, a kenku runs beak first into him.
Andrew stumbles and a blade shoots out from his arm:"Ehy,watch you're damn self!"
The kenku held out his arms. "Sorry!" He sounded like a young kid. Suddenly, the kenku eyed Andrew a bit. "Have you just arrived, new one?" He sounded like a kind old man.
Andrew's arm blade retracts:"Uh..Yeah? What is this place?"
"Welcome to City 78." The kenku made a 'follow me' sign. "Follow me, there's a place you can stay until you get used to City 78."
"That's...convenient." He follows the kenku.
The kenku lead Andrew through a series of alleyways, crossing streets, and through other buildings. It was clear he knew at least this part of the city like the back of his hand. Eventually, the kenku stopped in front a small brick building. "Welcome to Starhoppers, a sort of refuge for people like you."
"Thanks,I'll probably be here a while."
The kenku gestured to a set of stairs that go into the ground. "That is the entrance, please excuse Harold, he must go back to that street you were on to get others, I'll meet you inside." The kenku waved and went back the way they came.
Andrew walks inside.
Inside was pure chaos, all different types of people of different races intermingled amognst each other. The place itself was reminiscent of an average bar, some tables scattered around the place, a small stage on one wall, and of course a bar counter, with a wall of different liquors on shelves behind it. Tending to the bar was an old man who waved.
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A man strides over the roofs of this world. He wears total black clothing, covering every part of his body. From the hood that covers his head to the boots that thump down on each cement landing. He wears a pure white mask over his face, not facial features or design on it, just a plain white mask. His belt carries two sets of daggers made of silver and adamantine. He says nothing as he watches the tavern setting before sitting down at a table and pulling out a small black book and writing in it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren laughs and bumps her back. "I've killed dragons before."
They all go silent. Jack spoke up. "Y'know, if you manage to kill Qeidrig, you're gonna have to die."
"Yea well it wasn't a fun experience and I have no intention of repeating it."
*M'kay, I got my ramen, my stuffed cat, I'M TAKING ON THE WORLD AND GOD!*
Jack sighed."Yeah man, but still, you can't go around just announcing stuff like that. Someone'll take it the wrong way and shoot you right then and there."
D snickered. "He really is a headass."
"Alright alright. Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?"
D stretched a bit. "Nah, not yet, we aren't meant for that. Lean might do it, or maybe he'll get someone to."
"Alright. Got any jobs?"
Jack patted his back. "Dude, slow down, we don't even know if they'll take you in yet."
"Alright. Just a tad bit excited."
Izzy laughed a bit. "Oh, he's just like a puppy! I hope we can keep him!"
Theren clenches his jaw. "Dont refer to me as a dog."
Izzy continued to snicker.
D chuckled with her a bit. "Eh, you'll be fine."
O'Lean stepped out of the door from the back and walked over to the countertop, sighing. "Hey, new one, got to the back, Loren wants to see you for herself."
Theren nods and walks to the back. He messes with the hilt of his dagger almost out of habit
Eventually, there's a solid metal door with the words O'Loren printed on a small plaque.
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Estelle turns to the driver. "So, who is this Gerry guy?"
"He's probably the nicest person you could meet in the city, he runs this bar that takes in people like you 'till you get used to the city. You'll be safe with him, I can't think of anyone who doesn't like him."
"Is there anything I need to look out for? The place I came from was.... less than friendly."
"AH, HOLD ON, KID!" He skids to a stop in front of -Wendigo's character- and honks a bit.
After the interaction with that character, Estelle pulls her head back into the truck, and sighs. "Guess that question answered itself."
"Sorry, he must've been a new one like you, normally people are smart enough to not stand in the middle of a street like that."
"Eh, it's not your fault he's a jerk."
"I know, just don't get the wrong impression, 78's a nice enough place, but it could be hard for a kid like you to get settled."
"Kinda glad I ended up here. Seems like a much nicer place than where I came from."
"Where did you come from?"
"Well, I got here from this awful place. A maze of corridors full of monsters. I don't recommend visiting."
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My pronouns are she/her.
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Theren laughs and bumps her back. "I've killed dragons before."
They all go silent. Jack spoke up. "Y'know, if you manage to kill Qeidrig, you're gonna have to die."
"Yea well it wasn't a fun experience and I have no intention of repeating it."
*M'kay, I got my ramen, my stuffed cat, I'M TAKING ON THE WORLD AND GOD!*
Jack sighed."Yeah man, but still, you can't go around just announcing stuff like that. Someone'll take it the wrong way and shoot you right then and there."
D snickered. "He really is a headass."
"Alright alright. Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?"
D stretched a bit. "Nah, not yet, we aren't meant for that. Lean might do it, or maybe he'll get someone to."
"Alright. Got any jobs?"
Jack patted his back. "Dude, slow down, we don't even know if they'll take you in yet."
"Alright. Just a tad bit excited."
Izzy laughed a bit. "Oh, he's just like a puppy! I hope we can keep him!"
Theren clenches his jaw. "Dont refer to me as a dog."
Izzy continued to snicker.
D chuckled with her a bit. "Eh, you'll be fine."
O'Lean stepped out of the door from the back and walked over to the countertop, sighing. "Hey, new one, got to the back, Loren wants to see you for herself."
Theren nods and walks to the back. He messes with the hilt of his dagger almost out of habit
Eventually, there's a solid metal door with the words O'Loren printed on a small plaque.
Estelle turns to the driver. "So, who is this Gerry guy?"
"He's probably the nicest person you could meet in the city, he runs this bar that takes in people like you 'till you get used to the city. You'll be safe with him, I can't think of anyone who doesn't like him."
"Is there anything I need to look out for? The place I came from was.... less than friendly."
"AH, HOLD ON, KID!" He skids to a stop in front of -Wendigo's character- and honks a bit.
After the interaction with that character, Estelle pulls her head back into the truck, and sighs. "Guess that question answered itself."
"Sorry, he must've been a new one like you, normally people are smart enough to not stand in the middle of a street like that."
"Eh, it's not your fault he's a jerk."
"I know, just don't get the wrong impression, 78's a nice enough place, but it could be hard for a kid like you to get settled."
"Kinda glad I ended up here. Seems like a much nicer place than where I came from."
"Where did you come from?"
"Well, I got here from this awful place. A maze of corridors full of monsters. I don't recommend visiting."
He looked at her through the mirror. "Ah, got it." He pulled to a stop. "Well, we're here."
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Theren laughs and bumps her back. "I've killed dragons before."
They all go silent. Jack spoke up. "Y'know, if you manage to kill Qeidrig, you're gonna have to die."
"Yea well it wasn't a fun experience and I have no intention of repeating it."
*M'kay, I got my ramen, my stuffed cat, I'M TAKING ON THE WORLD AND GOD!*
Jack sighed."Yeah man, but still, you can't go around just announcing stuff like that. Someone'll take it the wrong way and shoot you right then and there."
D snickered. "He really is a headass."
"Alright alright. Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?"
D stretched a bit. "Nah, not yet, we aren't meant for that. Lean might do it, or maybe he'll get someone to."
"Alright. Got any jobs?"
Jack patted his back. "Dude, slow down, we don't even know if they'll take you in yet."
"Alright. Just a tad bit excited."
Izzy laughed a bit. "Oh, he's just like a puppy! I hope we can keep him!"
Theren clenches his jaw. "Dont refer to me as a dog."
Izzy continued to snicker.
D chuckled with her a bit. "Eh, you'll be fine."
O'Lean stepped out of the door from the back and walked over to the countertop, sighing. "Hey, new one, got to the back, Loren wants to see you for herself."
Theren nods and walks to the back. He messes with the hilt of his dagger almost out of habit
Eventually, there's a solid metal door with the words O'Loren printed on a small plaque.
Theren knocks on the door with a fist
"Come in!"
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Theren laughs and bumps her back. "I've killed dragons before."
They all go silent. Jack spoke up. "Y'know, if you manage to kill Qeidrig, you're gonna have to die."
"Yea well it wasn't a fun experience and I have no intention of repeating it."
*M'kay, I got my ramen, my stuffed cat, I'M TAKING ON THE WORLD AND GOD!*
Jack sighed."Yeah man, but still, you can't go around just announcing stuff like that. Someone'll take it the wrong way and shoot you right then and there."
D snickered. "He really is a headass."
"Alright alright. Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?"
D stretched a bit. "Nah, not yet, we aren't meant for that. Lean might do it, or maybe he'll get someone to."
"Alright. Got any jobs?"
Jack patted his back. "Dude, slow down, we don't even know if they'll take you in yet."
"Alright. Just a tad bit excited."
Izzy laughed a bit. "Oh, he's just like a puppy! I hope we can keep him!"
Theren clenches his jaw. "Dont refer to me as a dog."
Izzy continued to snicker.
D chuckled with her a bit. "Eh, you'll be fine."
O'Lean stepped out of the door from the back and walked over to the countertop, sighing. "Hey, new one, got to the back, Loren wants to see you for herself."
Theren nods and walks to the back. He messes with the hilt of his dagger almost out of habit
Eventually, there's a solid metal door with the words O'Loren printed on a small plaque.
Estelle turns to the driver. "So, who is this Gerry guy?"
"He's probably the nicest person you could meet in the city, he runs this bar that takes in people like you 'till you get used to the city. You'll be safe with him, I can't think of anyone who doesn't like him."
"Is there anything I need to look out for? The place I came from was.... less than friendly."
"AH, HOLD ON, KID!" He skids to a stop in front of -Wendigo's character- and honks a bit.
After the interaction with that character, Estelle pulls her head back into the truck, and sighs. "Guess that question answered itself."
"Sorry, he must've been a new one like you, normally people are smart enough to not stand in the middle of a street like that."
"Eh, it's not your fault he's a jerk."
"I know, just don't get the wrong impression, 78's a nice enough place, but it could be hard for a kid like you to get settled."
"Kinda glad I ended up here. Seems like a much nicer place than where I came from."
"Where did you come from?"
"Well, I got here from this awful place. A maze of corridors full of monsters. I don't recommend visiting."
He looked at her through the mirror. "Ah, got it." He pulled to a stop. "Well, we're here."
"Thank you." Estelle opens the door of the truck, but turns around. "Oh, I don't think I got your name."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Aibel is walking along the sidewalks, before heading into an alley
A man strides over the roofs of this world. He wears total black clothing, covering every part of his body. From the hood that covers his head to the boots that thump down on each cement landing. He wears a pure white mask over his face, not facial features or design on it, just a plain white mask. His belt carries two sets of daggers made of silver and adamantine. He says nothing as he watches the tavern setting before sitting down at a table and pulling out a small black book and writing in it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Aibel is walking along the sidewalks, before heading into an alley
A man strides over the roofs of this world. He wears total black clothing, covering every part of his body. From the hood that covers his head to the boots that thump down on each cement landing. He wears a pure white mask over his face, not facial features or design on it, just a plain white mask. His belt carries two sets of daggers made of silver and adamantine. He says nothing as he watches the tavern setting before sitting down at a table and pulling out a small black book and writing in it.
Aibel watches the man for a moment as he heads into the tavern, before continueing his explorative path
He looked at her through the mirror. "Ah, got it." He pulled to a stop. "Well, we're here."
"Thank you." Estelle opens the door of the truck, but turns around. "Oh, I don't think I got your name."
"Oh, it's Charlie. I hope you can find your place here eventually."
"My name's Estelle." She turns around and looks at the tavern(?). "Well, I won't keep you here any longer. Thanks again for the ride! Take care!" She closes the truck door and walks out to the tavern.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A flash flashes like flashes do, and when the flash disappeared in a flash, a flashy elf was standing on top of a streetlight. She looks to be a bit on the younger side, and she carries herself with a deadly air. She also seems to radiate magic, too.
*Ah, Sorry, Scyria.*
Below the streetlight, about three people were grouped together.
*It's fine.*
She jumps down. "Hello! Where is this? Where can I find the local thieves' guild? If I can get them to give me a ride out of here.... Maybe the Behemoth will stop by? No, this is an out of the way world... Well shoot." By the end of this she seems to be talking to herself.
One figures, they seem to be a homeless gnome, stared at her a bit. The two other figures, both pale and holding an umbrella, as well as a small paper bag, also stared at her. "Oh, are one of those new people?" The woman figure asked.
"Oh, is this a drug deal? Sorry. So does this mean you're part of the local gang? I know it's a cliched line, but- " -ahem- "-take me to your leader."
The two figures under the umbrella look at each other and laugh a bit. "Our 'leader' is more than 10 cities away, you're not seeing her anytime soon, even if we wanted to bring you."
The gnome tugged on one of their sleeves. "So... um... about the H.C.?"
The man thought for a moment. "Look, we'll cut you some slack today, but next time it'll be double, got it?"
The gnome eagerly nodded.
"Alright, it'll be two cups for the bag."
"O-okay...."
He hands the gnome two plastic cups with sealable lids and a knife, the gnome cut open his wrist and bled into the cups, eventually filling them up. He sealed them and handed them back to the figures, and the man handed the bag over to him. "See you next week." The gnome waved and disappeared into an alleyway.
"Ah, well... 10 cities? What do you mean? How many cities are there? Also, you either bring me or die." She's still smiling happily, but she gently waves her hand and a golden dagger, inset with an evil-looking ruby appears in her hand.
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Seferis is looking for the guy. The guy that exists in every city, sometimes multiple of them. The guy that knows things, knows people.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
The two figures under the umbrella look at each other and laugh a bit. "Our 'leader' is more than 10 cities away, you're not seeing her anytime soon, even if we wanted to bring you."
The gnome tugged on one of their sleeves. "So... um... about the H.C.?"
The man thought for a moment. "Look, we'll cut you some slack today, but next time it'll be double, got it?"
The gnome eagerly nodded.
"Alright, it'll be two cups for the bag."
"O-okay...."
He hands the gnome two plastic cups with sealable lids and a knife, the gnome cut open his wrist and bled into the cups, eventually filling them up. He sealed them and handed them back to the figures, and the man handed the bag over to him. "See you next week." The gnome waved and disappeared into an alleyway.
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Inside was pure chaos, all different types of people of different races intermingled amognst each other. The place itself was reminiscent of an average bar, some tables scattered around the place, a small stage on one wall, and of course a bar counter, with a wall of different liquors on shelves behind it. Tending to the bar was an old man who waved.
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A man strides over the roofs of this world. He wears total black clothing, covering every part of his body. From the hood that covers his head to the boots that thump down on each cement landing. He wears a pure white mask over his face, not facial features or design on it, just a plain white mask. His belt carries two sets of daggers made of silver and adamantine. He says nothing as he watches the tavern setting before sitting down at a table and pulling out a small black book and writing in it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Eventually, there's a solid metal door with the words O'Loren printed on a small plaque.
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"Well, I got here from this awful place. A maze of corridors full of monsters. I don't recommend visiting."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
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Theren knocks on the door with a fist
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He looked at her through the mirror. "Ah, got it." He pulled to a stop. "Well, we're here."
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"Come in!"
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Theren opens the door and walks in.
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"Thank you." Estelle opens the door of the truck, but turns around. "Oh, I don't think I got your name."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
A man strides over the roofs of this world. He wears total black clothing, covering every part of his body. From the hood that covers his head to the boots that thump down on each cement landing. He wears a pure white mask over his face, not facial features or design on it, just a plain white mask. His belt carries two sets of daggers made of silver and adamantine. He says nothing as he watches the tavern setting before sitting down at a table and pulling out a small black book and writing in it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
An orc woman is sitting on a big swivel chair behind a desk. "So you're the street trash the kids brought in?"
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"Oh, it's Charlie. I hope you can find your place here eventually."
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Aibel watches the man for a moment as he heads into the tavern, before continueing his explorative path
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"Yes I am." Theren says with a glare
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"My name's Estelle." She turns around and looks at the tavern(?). "Well, I won't keep you here any longer. Thanks again for the ride! Take care!" She closes the truck door and walks out to 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)
"Uh-huh. So, you trying to join the Gunrunners?"
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"Ah, well... 10 cities? What do you mean? How many cities are there? Also, you either bring me or die." She's still smiling happily, but she gently waves her hand and a golden dagger, inset with an evil-looking ruby appears in her hand.
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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.