*You know what, I'll put Arrow in, for 2 reasons 1. It'll be interesting to see how it goes now as opposed to when I like just joined, and 2. So I can actually use her!*
A magpie like aarokocra swoops down to the entrance of the tavern, she walks in brushing off her wings as she pulls them out of the way. She coughs from the sudden intake of smoke but gets used to it after a second. She has leather armour, a spear, longbow, & quiver visibly on her.
Kalon waves
She waves back while walking up, "Hello," She takes a better look at kalon once she gets closer.
Kalon is 5'11-6'0 and completely made of metal with his own sentients
*yeesh, how do yall do this role-playing in multiple threads so fast & well?* "I'll just take a small cup of beer."
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
He shakes his head "Never heard of it mate" he said
"You have not heard of the Silmith Republic. We stretch across the depths of what your beings call the Far Realm."
"No." He said bluntly
"Hmm. We must expand more. I was on such an expansion mission when the Imperium ambushed me and shot my ship down."
"hm" kalon said, cleaning a glass in the sink
"It was unfortunate. I barely managed to sever the neural uplink in time. It hurt like [error]."
Kalon turned around and placed a glass of water in front of them "Here"
"Ah. Thank you." They pop a few little tablets in the water and wait until they dissolve before drinking it.
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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?
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
He shakes his head "Never heard of it mate" he said
"You have not heard of the Silmith Republic. We stretch across the depths of what your beings call the Far Realm."
"No." He said bluntly
"Hmm. We must expand more. I was on such an expansion mission when the Imperium ambushed me and shot my ship down."
"hm" kalon said, cleaning a glass in the sink
"It was unfortunate. I barely managed to sever the neural uplink in time. It hurt like [error]."
Kalon turned around and placed a glass of water in front of them "Here"
"Ah. Thank you." They pop a few little tablets in the water and wait until they dissolve before drinking it.
Kalon watches
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
He shakes his head "Never heard of it mate" he said
"You have not heard of the Silmith Republic. We stretch across the depths of what your beings call the Far Realm."
"No." He said bluntly
"Hmm. We must expand more. I was on such an expansion mission when the Imperium ambushed me and shot my ship down."
"hm" kalon said, cleaning a glass in the sink
"It was unfortunate. I barely managed to sever the neural uplink in time. It hurt like [error]."
Kalon turned around and placed a glass of water in front of them "Here"
"Ah. Thank you." They pop a few little tablets in the water and wait until they dissolve before drinking it.
Kalon watches
"Simple anti-poison solution, mixed with ionized particles so one of my species can drink it. Normal water would make me throw up."
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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?
*You know what, I'll put Arrow in, for 2 reasons 1. It'll be interesting to see how it goes now as opposed to when I like just joined, and 2. So I can actually use her!*
A magpie like aarokocra swoops down to the entrance of the tavern, she walks in brushing off her wings as she pulls them out of the way. She coughs from the sudden intake of smoke but gets used to it after a second. She has leather armour, a spear, longbow, & quiver visibly on her.
Kalon waves
She waves back while walking up, "Hello," She takes a better look at kalon once she gets closer.
Kalon is 5'11-6'0 and completely made of metal with his own sentients
*yeesh, how do yall do this role-playing in multiple threads so fast & well?* "I'll just take a small cup of beer."
A lone teifling strides up the walkway to the tavern,wearing a trench coat and avaiters,behind him trails a German Shepard,eating something that seems to be remotely humanoid in origin,he walks into the bar and orders a beer.
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Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
A lone teifling strides up the walkway to the tavern,wearing a trench coat and avaiters,behind him trails a German Shepard,eating something that seems to be remotely humanoid in origin,he walks into the bar and orders a beer.
Matt hides his face, drawing intricate geometric patterns on a blank piece of paper.
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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.
A lone teifling strides up the walkway to the tavern,wearing a trench coat and avaiters,behind him trails a German Shepard,eating something that seems to be remotely humanoid in origin,he walks into the bar and orders a beer.
Matt hides his face, drawing intricate geometric patterns on a blank piece of paper.
The tiefling mutters something under his breath
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Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
A man walks inside. He has on a black jacket with red stripes, a white tank-top, black trousers, thick boots, and sniper rifle strapped to his back. He has deep black hair with a streak of pink through it, red colored eyes, and fair skin. He goes up to a bartender and smiles "Hi! Im The wannabe, but you can call me wannabe."
The gnome bartender rolls its eyes "another freelancer, ill get kalon"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A lone teifling strides up the walkway to the tavern,wearing a trench coat and avaiters,behind him trails a German Shepard,eating something that seems to be remotely humanoid in origin,he walks into the bar and orders a beer.
Matt hides his face, drawing intricate geometric patterns on a blank piece of paper.
The tiefling mutters something under his breath
He turns his head slightly and asks, "What was that?"
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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.
*yeesh, how do yall do this role-playing in multiple threads so fast & well?* "I'll just take a small cup of beer."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*May end up joining here too...Got another HB dragon race I may use for my first character if I do.*
"Ah. Thank you." They pop a few little tablets in the water and wait until they dissolve before drinking it.
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.
Kalon watches
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Simple anti-poison solution, mixed with ionized particles so one of my species can drink it. Normal water would make me throw up."
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.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Matt is tinkering with his legs, which have been jerking weirdly lately.
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.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
The Silmith is cannibalizing various electronic parts to try and build some sort of transmitter.
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.
Kalon was outside. He was fulfilling a duty which involved taking out a roaming politician for money.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Arrow's in the skies as she calls to him, "Hey, what are you doing?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Kalon jolts, almost dropping his rifle as he turns around. "Don't do that, im on the job"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What kind?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Matt is drinking a bottle of rotgut and writing on a piece of paper.
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.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Kalin's voice suddenly turns Australian, "Im on the job mate, back off so I can kill this f****r"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A lone teifling strides up the walkway to the tavern,wearing a trench coat and avaiters,behind him trails a German Shepard,eating something that seems to be remotely humanoid in origin,he walks into the bar and orders a beer.
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
Matt hides his face, drawing intricate geometric patterns on a blank piece of paper.
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.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
The tiefling mutters something under his breath
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
Kalon is at the bar, humming to himself.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A man walks inside. He has on a black jacket with red stripes, a white tank-top, black trousers, thick boots, and sniper rifle strapped to his back. He has deep black hair with a streak of pink through it, red colored eyes, and fair skin. He goes up to a bartender and smiles "Hi! Im The wannabe, but you can call me wannabe."
The gnome bartender rolls its eyes "another freelancer, ill get kalon"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He turns his head slightly and asks, "What was that?"
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.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"