An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
He sees a man in a black face mask and a business vest about to stab another man with a screwed up sword. There also a few body parts next to him.
A voice enters his mind as helios watches, Touch him with that, and you won't have a good next couple minutes buddy
*Was this suppose to be in responce to Raphael+Zak?*
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An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
He sees a man in a black face mask and a business vest about to stab another man with a screwed up sword. There also a few body parts next to him.
A voice enters his mind as helios watches, Touch him with that, and you won't have a good next couple minutes buddy
He drops his hands and stares at him with annoyance. He massaged his forehead, “hmmmm…why does everyone think they’re some all-powerful super god… this is giving me a headache”
I can say that is annoying, but i am a litteral god. However, i'm just saying not to hurt them.
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
He sees a man in a black face mask and a business vest about to stab another man with a screwed up sword. There also a few body parts next to him.
A voice enters his mind as helios watches, Touch him with that, and you won't have a good next couple minutes buddy
*Was this suppose to be in responce to Raphael+Zak?*
*Maybe. I just saw this and thought thats what it was?*
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
He sees a man in a black face mask and a business vest about to stab another man with a screwed up sword. There also a few body parts next to him.
A voice enters his mind as helios watches, Touch him with that, and you won't have a good next couple minutes buddy
He drops his hands and stares at him with annoyance. He massaged his forehead, “hmmmm…why does everyone think they’re some all-powerful super god… this is giving me a headache”
I can say that is annoying, but i am a litteral god. However, i'm just saying not to hurt them.
“I’m bored anyway…I need to take some aspirin…who are you anyway?”
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
He sees a man in a black face mask and a business vest about to stab another man with a screwed up sword. There also a few body parts next to him.
A voice enters his mind as helios watches, Touch him with that, and you won't have a good next couple minutes buddy
He drops his hands and stares at him with annoyance. He massaged his forehead, “hmmmm…why does everyone think they’re some all-powerful super god… this is giving me a headache”
I can say that is annoying, but i am a litteral god. However, i'm just saying not to hurt them.
“I’m bored anyway…I need to take some aspirin…who are you anyway?”
I'm helios. God of light and knowledge. Lover of danishes.
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
He sees a man in a black face mask and a business vest about to stab another man with a screwed up sword. There also a few body parts next to him.
A voice enters his mind as helios watches, Touch him with that, and you won't have a good next couple minutes buddy
He drops his hands and stares at him with annoyance. He massaged his forehead, “hmmmm…why does everyone think they’re some all-powerful super god… this is giving me a headache”
I can say that is annoying, but i am a litteral god. However, i'm just saying not to hurt them.
“I’m bored anyway…I need to take some aspirin…who are you anyway?”
I'm helios. God of light and knowledge. Lover of danishes.
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
He sees a man in a black face mask and a business vest about to stab another man with a screwed up sword. There also a few body parts next to him.
A voice enters his mind as helios watches, Touch him with that, and you won't have a good next couple minutes buddy
He drops his hands and stares at him with annoyance. He massaged his forehead, “hmmmm…why does everyone think they’re some all-powerful super god… this is giving me a headache”
I can say that is annoying, but i am a litteral god. However, i'm just saying not to hurt them.
“I’m bored anyway…I need to take some aspirin…who are you anyway?”
I'm helios. God of light and knowledge. Lover of danishes.
*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
Versel, curious about this new comer, silently moves over, looking them over. He doesn't speak quite yet, carrying a half mixed jar of some sort of ice blue liquid (Have i given you his description before?)
*Ye, I was there when you intro'd him.*
She simply either ignores him or doesn't notice him as she takes a seat at a table.
He follows her to the table, tapping the mask lightly with a clawed finger, unsure if they are alive
"What is it?" Her voice is clear, even with the mask on.
"What are you?" He asks, clearly curious instead of spooked like one would expect when a masked person acts like this
She reaches up and takes off her mask, revealing an elven face with purple eyes.
"Ah, you is one with sharp ears," He nods, "Your eyes are also nice."
"Thank you, reptillian."
"My name is Versel," He says with a small bow, "I am a potion maker among my people."
"Versel the potion maker. My name is Kristhyra Withrethin."
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Withrethin," He says in a polite tone that most of the more feral lizardfolk wouldn't use (I'm going offa my knowledge, this may change for others)
"Likewise. What kind of potions do you make?" She interlocked her fingers and rested her chin on them.
He takes a seat next to her at the table, "Many forms of elixers and some more volotile posions or mixes." He says, "I could demonstrate if you desire."
"That would be interesting."
He takes a moment to search through his bag, before pulling out a small vial filled with an orange and red liquid, "Observe," He says simply, swallowing a portion of the elixer. With a quick breath inward, he lets out a 30 foot cone of fire into the air
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
He sees a man in a black face mask and a business vest about to stab another man with a screwed up sword. There also a few body parts next to him.
A voice enters his mind as helios watches, Touch him with that, and you won't have a good next couple minutes buddy
He drops his hands and stares at him with annoyance. He massaged his forehead, “hmmmm…why does everyone think they’re some all-powerful super god… this is giving me a headache”
I can say that is annoying, but i am a litteral god. However, i'm just saying not to hurt them.
“I’m bored anyway…I need to take some aspirin…who are you anyway?”
I'm helios. God of light and knowledge. Lover of danishes.
*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
Versel, curious about this new comer, silently moves over, looking them over. He doesn't speak quite yet, carrying a half mixed jar of some sort of ice blue liquid (Have i given you his description before?)
*Ye, I was there when you intro'd him.*
She simply either ignores him or doesn't notice him as she takes a seat at a table.
He follows her to the table, tapping the mask lightly with a clawed finger, unsure if they are alive
"What is it?" Her voice is clear, even with the mask on.
"What are you?" He asks, clearly curious instead of spooked like one would expect when a masked person acts like this
She reaches up and takes off her mask, revealing an elven face with purple eyes.
"Ah, you is one with sharp ears," He nods, "Your eyes are also nice."
"Thank you, reptillian."
"My name is Versel," He says with a small bow, "I am a potion maker among my people."
"Versel the potion maker. My name is Kristhyra Withrethin."
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Withrethin," He says in a polite tone that most of the more feral lizardfolk wouldn't use (I'm going offa my knowledge, this may change for others)
"Likewise. What kind of potions do you make?" She interlocked her fingers and rested her chin on them.
He takes a seat next to her at the table, "Many forms of elixers and some more volotile posions or mixes." He says, "I could demonstrate if you desire."
"That would be interesting."
He takes a moment to search through his bag, before pulling out a small vial filled with an orange and red liquid, "Observe," He says simply, swallowing a portion of the elixer. With a quick breath inward, he lets out a 30 foot cone of fire into the air
*OH MY CHRIST IT'S A NIGHTMARE ON MOBILE PLEASE CUT THAT*
She politely claps. "A nice trick."
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*Was this suppose to be in responce to Raphael+Zak?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Christ, mobile really is awkward.*
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*btw, yes, this is in fact 0verkill, and this is my mobile account. :)*
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I can say that is annoying, but i am a litteral god. However, i'm just saying not to hurt them.
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
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
*Maybe. I just saw this and thought thats what it was?*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
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
*Hi hi overkill!!!*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
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
*Hi! I now know the suffering of mobile users. At least I finally got a phone :D*
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“I’m bored anyway…I need to take some aspirin…who are you anyway?”
Back in black baby
*YAY!!*
*And yes, mobile is hell*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
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
I'm helios. God of light and knowledge. Lover of danishes.
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
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
*Just made a discord account :)*
0verkill's mobile account, may one day change to the main account.
*Nice! I don't reccomend the tavern discord, since people seem to argue a lot on it*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
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
“That is pitiful…I am Zak The Soulless”
Back in black baby
Rude, danishes are great
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
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
*Btw, want to continue the stuff between versel and Kristhyra?*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
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
*Sorry not that pause, had to add some contacts. Anyways, ye, as long as you can requote it.*
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*Let me look for it*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
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
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
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
“hmmmmm…do you have any aspirin?”
Back in black baby
*OH MY CHRIST IT'S A NIGHTMARE ON MOBILE PLEASE CUT THAT*
She politely claps. "A nice trick."
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