*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
*Really? Who do you think?* *Also, Scottish general? This man gets more interesting by the minute*
”Help yourself privileges, eh?” The man calls out, as he walks up to the bar. “I’m liking this place more by the minute.”
"Aye" he says and uncorks it, pouring himself a glass. He smiles "Care for one?"
*This is Thatcher Gale. Owner of the Gale Alliance, a secret organization that kills off planar evils.* *aaaaand is this Krathian??*
“Indeed, it’s been quite a ride to get here.”
*Dang, that sounds really cool actually. And no, close but no cigar.*
He nods and pours his a glass and hands it over "My name is Thatcher. Do i get to hear your's?"
“Hmmm” he says, taking a sip and gently tilting the glass in a circle, considering it. “Dao, he says, Severyn Dao.”
*He’s another member of the cult of Orvar.* *And yeah mate, you should be proud.*
*XD*
"well then, Pleasure to meet you" He says, his Scottish accent thick in his words. He tilts back his drink, wasting no time on drinking it down.
“Likewise.” He takes another sip “Pardon me if this is too forward, friend, but you seem stressed. What troubles you?”
"Stressed?" he said and then his actions dawn on him slowly "ah.. I drink often and some might say to much... If i am stressed, its because of the amount of cases i have right now." he said and chuckled a bit.
“Cases, hm? Am I to assume I find myself in the presence of an investigator?”
".... You could say something like that" he said
“How exciting! Is that why you’re here? Pursuing some criminal across the planes?” He blinks twice in rapid succession, for a second it seems like his pupils change shape… but it could just as easily have been Thatcher’s imagination.
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, his own eyes change from smoky grey to emerald green. "I'm sorry to say that information pertaining to what i am doing via criminal cases is confidential."
Severyn chuckles, “Aaahhhh I see. Always the veils of secrecy.” He finishes his glass, beginning to set out shots, punctuating each of the following words with the impact of a glass on the counter “Layer. After layer. After layer. Of secrecy.” He pours the liquor and picks up a shot. “It can break a man, no? You must have an incredible fortitude of mind.” He raises the glass. “Here’s to hidden truths.” And he downs it
the corner of Thatcher's mouth raises a bit in a small smile "It sounds like your speaking from experience.. What god do you serve, i can smell it on you. The scent of a god.... not an evil one but something is amiss in your smell..."
“A god? Heh, it’s been a while since he’s been called that. But yes, I do serve a god. Like you, however, I am sworn to secrecy. You said you could… smell it on me? Are you a Paladin as well?”
"I was." he said and grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey and checked the label before drinking it back "I. was."
“Hmm. I see” He looks down into his next shot. “There are always times in the service of duty that we are called to do things contrary to our sensibilities of right and wrong.”
"I followed the idea that i should never hurt another living thing for a loooong time. But why am i not allowed to raise my fist against those who harm the ones i loved....." he said and sighed, running a hand through his dark brown hair "I broke an oath, got deemed a traitor and now im here.... don't get me wrong, i love what i do now but i wonder what my life would've been like if i had done nothing..."
He chuckles before rubbing the bridge of his nose "Ahhh you don't want to listen to me grumble about the past. Quite sorry about that"
“No, actually, it’s quite alright.”
"Nah... ill shut up" he said and stood up straight. "So, i grumbled to you about the past. quid pro quo?"
*sorry I was gone so long, I had lunch.* ”Hmm. Alright, fine. You said you killed those who hurt your loved ones? I was the one who hurt my loved ones. Service of my god is not favorable to family. And what’s worse? I can’t feel remorse about it. I don’t.”
“After it happened, I left on a journey of atonement, seeking some reason to pay for what I had done. And so, here I am.”
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This is ItsNotAChest’s alternate, so no some random psychopath hasn’t stolen their storylines/posts. Or maybe I did. Who knows…
I am what happens when you write character concepts on a spice high
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
*Really? Who do you think?* *Also, Scottish general? This man gets more interesting by the minute*
”Help yourself privileges, eh?” The man calls out, as he walks up to the bar. “I’m liking this place more by the minute.”
"Aye" he says and uncorks it, pouring himself a glass. He smiles "Care for one?"
*This is Thatcher Gale. Owner of the Gale Alliance, a secret organization that kills off planar evils.* *aaaaand is this Krathian??*
“Indeed, it’s been quite a ride to get here.”
*Dang, that sounds really cool actually. And no, close but no cigar.*
He nods and pours his a glass and hands it over "My name is Thatcher. Do i get to hear your's?"
“Hmmm” he says, taking a sip and gently tilting the glass in a circle, considering it. “Dao, he says, Severyn Dao.”
*He’s another member of the cult of Orvar.* *And yeah mate, you should be proud.*
*XD*
"well then, Pleasure to meet you" He says, his Scottish accent thick in his words. He tilts back his drink, wasting no time on drinking it down.
“Likewise.” He takes another sip “Pardon me if this is too forward, friend, but you seem stressed. What troubles you?”
"Stressed?" he said and then his actions dawn on him slowly "ah.. I drink often and some might say to much... If i am stressed, its because of the amount of cases i have right now." he said and chuckled a bit.
“Cases, hm? Am I to assume I find myself in the presence of an investigator?”
".... You could say something like that" he said
“How exciting! Is that why you’re here? Pursuing some criminal across the planes?” He blinks twice in rapid succession, for a second it seems like his pupils change shape… but it could just as easily have been Thatcher’s imagination.
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, his own eyes change from smoky grey to emerald green. "I'm sorry to say that information pertaining to what i am doing via criminal cases is confidential."
Severyn chuckles, “Aaahhhh I see. Always the veils of secrecy.” He finishes his glass, beginning to set out shots, punctuating each of the following words with the impact of a glass on the counter “Layer. After layer. After layer. Of secrecy.” He pours the liquor and picks up a shot. “It can break a man, no? You must have an incredible fortitude of mind.” He raises the glass. “Here’s to hidden truths.” And he downs it
the corner of Thatcher's mouth raises a bit in a small smile "It sounds like your speaking from experience.. What god do you serve, i can smell it on you. The scent of a god.... not an evil one but something is amiss in your smell..."
“A god? Heh, it’s been a while since he’s been called that. But yes, I do serve a god. Like you, however, I am sworn to secrecy. You said you could… smell it on me? Are you a Paladin as well?”
"I was." he said and grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey and checked the label before drinking it back "I. was."
“Hmm. I see” He looks down into his next shot. “There are always times in the service of duty that we are called to do things contrary to our sensibilities of right and wrong.”
"I followed the idea that i should never hurt another living thing for a loooong time. But why am i not allowed to raise my fist against those who harm the ones i loved....." he said and sighed, running a hand through his dark brown hair "I broke an oath, got deemed a traitor and now im here.... don't get me wrong, i love what i do now but i wonder what my life would've been like if i had done nothing..."
He chuckles before rubbing the bridge of his nose "Ahhh you don't want to listen to me grumble about the past. Quite sorry about that"
“No, actually, it’s quite alright.”
"Nah... ill shut up" he said and stood up straight. "So, i grumbled to you about the past. quid pro quo?"
*sorry I was gone so long, I had lunch.* ”Hmm. Alright, fine. You said you killed those who hurt your loved ones? I was the one who hurt my loved ones. Service of my god is not favorable to family. And what’s worse? I can’t feel remorse about it. I don’t.”
“After it happened, I left on a journey of atonement, seeking some reason to pay for what I had done. And so, here I am.”
"Mn" he said and folded his arms and leaned back on the bar a bit, tilting his head up a bit to the lamp-lights "I've heard of yer type before." he said and sympathic look "Its ok. I wont hunt ye down"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
[[ Alaric, Dragon, sorry I didn’t participate in the pirate fight, a lot of stuff happened at once and I couldn’t join in… I know y’all aren’t on as I’m making this but imma try to be more active… as for friend’s excuse idk but my first idea was being chloroformed or drugged for some reason ]]
*Its fine lol, i think friend napping is a good excuse.*
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
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the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*sorry I was gone so long, I had lunch.*
”Hmm. Alright, fine. You said you killed those who hurt your loved ones? I was the one who hurt my loved ones. Service of my god is not favorable to family. And what’s worse? I can’t feel remorse about it. I don’t.”
“After it happened, I left on a journey of atonement, seeking some reason to pay for what I had done. And so, here I am.”
This is ItsNotAChest’s alternate, so no some random psychopath hasn’t stolen their storylines/posts. Or maybe I did. Who knows…
I am what happens when you write character concepts on a spice high
#ForeverAlone
#ForeverDM
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Wooden Santa's I made
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"Mn" he said and folded his arms and leaned back on the bar a bit, tilting his head up a bit to the lamp-lights "I've heard of yer type before." he said and sympathic look "Its ok. I wont hunt ye down"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(Morning)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*ello*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(How are you?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*eh. Imma here*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Its fine lol, i think friend napping is a good excuse.*
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
*Good morning :D*
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
*Good morrow*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*hiya!*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Timber is sitting by the fire
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
(Morning)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*How art you all?*
The changeling is sitting on the roof, in their true form again, with a couple cuts on their skin, using a small cloth to dab up the blood
Serenity is curled up next to the fire, face buried in her arms
-interchangable section-
Avery is drinking happily at the bar
Vega is having a morning run outside
Simon has animated a large clay statue, testing what it can do
Jason is out in the forest, hunting food
Zenix is in his room, waiting on something
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
Timber is next to him, going a little easy on the drinks, but not that much
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Avery is already mostly hammered, having gone through a couple mugs
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
Thatcher is sitting at a desk in the library, going over missing person cases.
Xan is sleeping on a sofa in the library.
Kelipso is sharpening arrows while humming to himself.
Yuri is fidgeting with a small branch while sitting outside. Small white flowers bloom on it.
Jack is reading in a tree outside about giant runes.
Atlas is sharpening his sword outside.
Oval is drawing in the dirt while a blanket is wrapped around her.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
When I say easy on the drinks, it's barley noticable hesitation on timbers part on ordering drinks
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