Violet is outside. He is sharpening his arrows to deadly points while humming to himself.
Czalor is eating a rabbit brain raw while working on an undead gladiator.
Kis'lay is shining her scales while humming. Her pale-green silk dress shines brightly in the sun.
*I can't remember these three qwq*
*descriptions?*
(Violet is a human male and stands 5'8 with long red hair, a feminine-like face, and is a dressed in black leather armor and a black cloak.)
(Czalor is a Lich who dresses in black and blue velvet wizard-like clothing)
(Kis'aly is a pale green dragonborn cleric/monk of the Wood-Mother. She is very pwetty)
Jasper is watching Kis'aly shine herself
(I dont think i know Jasper. What are they like?)
Kis'lay shakes her wings out and buffs her arm scales.
*human male, dressed in a long jacket and vest, some pants that seem to have been repaired a few times. He's usually accompanied by a masked person but at this moment he is not*
She looks up. Her sleek, polished scales gleam like gems in the sunlight. Her pale green kimono-like dress floats around her as the wind carries it in a graceful way.
"Good evening miss," He smiles, nodding at her
She nods back and tilts her head "And, pray tell, what are you? I can tell that you are more than a mask my friend"
"I'm just a traveler. It's not much if a story," He laughs a bit, "I simply have a few magical tricks up my sleeves at times." He says,
She narrows her silver eyes and tilts her head "Now now, dont lie or ill have to find out for myself!" she chirps with a smile.
"Well, i guess I can say a bit more," He smiles, "What are your feelings on raising the dead,"
She sits, cross legged in the grass and thinks for a moment. "I am a warrior and a follower of the War Gods so using the undead is sometimes beneficial however it is best when they stay down"
"Then we can agree on their use," He says, sitting down beside her, couple feet away, "I know a couple spells that raise them for as long as I need them. Easier to make em than than to raise them."
"Hm. Interesting!" she said and folded her wings a bit, watching him intently. "What is it that you do with undead?"
"Manual labor, gathering materials I need." He shrugs, "having additional hands us always useful."
"are you an avid student in necromancy?"
"If by that you mean "did I go to college" yes. I study it, currently working to improve my skills still"
Violet is outside. He is sharpening his arrows to deadly points while humming to himself.
Czalor is eating a rabbit brain raw while working on an undead gladiator.
Kis'lay is shining her scales while humming. Her pale-green silk dress shines brightly in the sun.
*I can't remember these three qwq*
*descriptions?*
(Violet is a human male and stands 5'8 with long red hair, a feminine-like face, and is a dressed in black leather armor and a black cloak.)
(Czalor is a Lich who dresses in black and blue velvet wizard-like clothing)
(Kis'aly is a pale green dragonborn cleric/monk of the Wood-Mother. She is very pwetty)
Jasper is watching Kis'aly shine herself
(I dont think i know Jasper. What are they like?)
Kis'lay shakes her wings out and buffs her arm scales.
*human male, dressed in a long jacket and vest, some pants that seem to have been repaired a few times. He's usually accompanied by a masked person but at this moment he is not*
She looks up. Her sleek, polished scales gleam like gems in the sunlight. Her pale green kimono-like dress floats around her as the wind carries it in a graceful way.
"Good evening miss," He smiles, nodding at her
She nods back and tilts her head "And, pray tell, what are you? I can tell that you are more than a mask my friend"
"I'm just a traveler. It's not much if a story," He laughs a bit, "I simply have a few magical tricks up my sleeves at times." He says,
She narrows her silver eyes and tilts her head "Now now, dont lie or ill have to find out for myself!" she chirps with a smile.
"Well, i guess I can say a bit more," He smiles, "What are your feelings on raising the dead,"
She sits, cross legged in the grass and thinks for a moment. "I am a warrior and a follower of the War Gods so using the undead is sometimes beneficial however it is best when they stay down"
"Then we can agree on their use," He says, sitting down beside her, couple feet away, "I know a couple spells that raise them for as long as I need them. Easier to make em than than to raise them."
"Hm. Interesting!" she said and folded her wings a bit, watching him intently. "What is it that you do with undead?"
"Manual labor, gathering materials I need." He shrugs, "having additional hands us always useful."
"are you an avid student in necromancy?"
"If by that you mean "did I go to college" yes. I study it, currently working to improve my skills still"
"Hm." she nods and sharpens her nails "Have you ever been in the middle of battle where all hell breaks loose?"
Violet is outside. He is sharpening his arrows to deadly points while humming to himself.
Czalor is eating a rabbit brain raw while working on an undead gladiator.
Kis'lay is shining her scales while humming. Her pale-green silk dress shines brightly in the sun.
*I can't remember these three qwq*
*descriptions?*
(Violet is a human male and stands 5'8 with long red hair, a feminine-like face, and is a dressed in black leather armor and a black cloak.)
(Czalor is a Lich who dresses in black and blue velvet wizard-like clothing)
(Kis'aly is a pale green dragonborn cleric/monk of the Wood-Mother. She is very pwetty)
Jasper is watching Kis'aly shine herself
(I dont think i know Jasper. What are they like?)
Kis'lay shakes her wings out and buffs her arm scales.
*human male, dressed in a long jacket and vest, some pants that seem to have been repaired a few times. He's usually accompanied by a masked person but at this moment he is not*
She looks up. Her sleek, polished scales gleam like gems in the sunlight. Her pale green kimono-like dress floats around her as the wind carries it in a graceful way.
"Good evening miss," He smiles, nodding at her
She nods back and tilts her head "And, pray tell, what are you? I can tell that you are more than a mask my friend"
"I'm just a traveler. It's not much if a story," He laughs a bit, "I simply have a few magical tricks up my sleeves at times." He says,
She narrows her silver eyes and tilts her head "Now now, dont lie or ill have to find out for myself!" she chirps with a smile.
"Well, i guess I can say a bit more," He smiles, "What are your feelings on raising the dead,"
She sits, cross legged in the grass and thinks for a moment. "I am a warrior and a follower of the War Gods so using the undead is sometimes beneficial however it is best when they stay down"
"Then we can agree on their use," He says, sitting down beside her, couple feet away, "I know a couple spells that raise them for as long as I need them. Easier to make em than than to raise them."
"Hm. Interesting!" she said and folded her wings a bit, watching him intently. "What is it that you do with undead?"
"Manual labor, gathering materials I need." He shrugs, "having additional hands us always useful."
"are you an avid student in necromancy?"
"If by that you mean "did I go to college" yes. I study it, currently working to improve my skills still"
"Hm." she nods and sharpens her nails "Have you ever been in the middle of battle where all hell breaks loose?"
Violet is outside. He is sharpening his arrows to deadly points while humming to himself.
Czalor is eating a rabbit brain raw while working on an undead gladiator.
Kis'lay is shining her scales while humming. Her pale-green silk dress shines brightly in the sun.
*I can't remember these three qwq*
*descriptions?*
(Violet is a human male and stands 5'8 with long red hair, a feminine-like face, and is a dressed in black leather armor and a black cloak.)
(Czalor is a Lich who dresses in black and blue velvet wizard-like clothing)
(Kis'aly is a pale green dragonborn cleric/monk of the Wood-Mother. She is very pwetty)
Jasper is watching Kis'aly shine herself
(I dont think i know Jasper. What are they like?)
Kis'lay shakes her wings out and buffs her arm scales.
*human male, dressed in a long jacket and vest, some pants that seem to have been repaired a few times. He's usually accompanied by a masked person but at this moment he is not*
She looks up. Her sleek, polished scales gleam like gems in the sunlight. Her pale green kimono-like dress floats around her as the wind carries it in a graceful way.
"Good evening miss," He smiles, nodding at her
She nods back and tilts her head "And, pray tell, what are you? I can tell that you are more than a mask my friend"
"I'm just a traveler. It's not much if a story," He laughs a bit, "I simply have a few magical tricks up my sleeves at times." He says,
She narrows her silver eyes and tilts her head "Now now, dont lie or ill have to find out for myself!" she chirps with a smile.
"Well, i guess I can say a bit more," He smiles, "What are your feelings on raising the dead,"
She sits, cross legged in the grass and thinks for a moment. "I am a warrior and a follower of the War Gods so using the undead is sometimes beneficial however it is best when they stay down"
"Then we can agree on their use," He says, sitting down beside her, couple feet away, "I know a couple spells that raise them for as long as I need them. Easier to make em than than to raise them."
"Hm. Interesting!" she said and folded her wings a bit, watching him intently. "What is it that you do with undead?"
"Manual labor, gathering materials I need." He shrugs, "having additional hands us always useful."
"are you an avid student in necromancy?"
"If by that you mean "did I go to college" yes. I study it, currently working to improve my skills still"
"Hm." she nods and sharpens her nails "Have you ever been in the middle of battle where all hell breaks loose?"
Violet is outside. He is sharpening his arrows to deadly points while humming to himself.
Czalor is eating a rabbit brain raw while working on an undead gladiator.
Kis'lay is shining her scales while humming. Her pale-green silk dress shines brightly in the sun.
*I can't remember these three qwq*
*descriptions?*
(Violet is a human male and stands 5'8 with long red hair, a feminine-like face, and is a dressed in black leather armor and a black cloak.)
(Czalor is a Lich who dresses in black and blue velvet wizard-like clothing)
(Kis'aly is a pale green dragonborn cleric/monk of the Wood-Mother. She is very pwetty)
Jasper is watching Kis'aly shine herself
(I dont think i know Jasper. What are they like?)
Kis'lay shakes her wings out and buffs her arm scales.
*human male, dressed in a long jacket and vest, some pants that seem to have been repaired a few times. He's usually accompanied by a masked person but at this moment he is not*
She looks up. Her sleek, polished scales gleam like gems in the sunlight. Her pale green kimono-like dress floats around her as the wind carries it in a graceful way.
"Good evening miss," He smiles, nodding at her
She nods back and tilts her head "And, pray tell, what are you? I can tell that you are more than a mask my friend"
"I'm just a traveler. It's not much if a story," He laughs a bit, "I simply have a few magical tricks up my sleeves at times." He says,
She narrows her silver eyes and tilts her head "Now now, dont lie or ill have to find out for myself!" she chirps with a smile.
"Well, i guess I can say a bit more," He smiles, "What are your feelings on raising the dead,"
She sits, cross legged in the grass and thinks for a moment. "I am a warrior and a follower of the War Gods so using the undead is sometimes beneficial however it is best when they stay down"
"Then we can agree on their use," He says, sitting down beside her, couple feet away, "I know a couple spells that raise them for as long as I need them. Easier to make em than than to raise them."
"Hm. Interesting!" she said and folded her wings a bit, watching him intently. "What is it that you do with undead?"
"Manual labor, gathering materials I need." He shrugs, "having additional hands us always useful."
"are you an avid student in necromancy?"
"If by that you mean "did I go to college" yes. I study it, currently working to improve my skills still"
"Hm." she nods and sharpens her nails "Have you ever been in the middle of battle where all hell breaks loose?"
Violet is outside. He is sharpening his arrows to deadly points while humming to himself.
Czalor is eating a rabbit brain raw while working on an undead gladiator.
Kis'lay is shining her scales while humming. Her pale-green silk dress shines brightly in the sun.
*I can't remember these three qwq*
*descriptions?*
(Violet is a human male and stands 5'8 with long red hair, a feminine-like face, and is a dressed in black leather armor and a black cloak.)
(Czalor is a Lich who dresses in black and blue velvet wizard-like clothing)
(Kis'aly is a pale green dragonborn cleric/monk of the Wood-Mother. She is very pwetty)
Jasper is watching Kis'aly shine herself
(I dont think i know Jasper. What are they like?)
Kis'lay shakes her wings out and buffs her arm scales.
*human male, dressed in a long jacket and vest, some pants that seem to have been repaired a few times. He's usually accompanied by a masked person but at this moment he is not*
She looks up. Her sleek, polished scales gleam like gems in the sunlight. Her pale green kimono-like dress floats around her as the wind carries it in a graceful way.
"Good evening miss," He smiles, nodding at her
She nods back and tilts her head "And, pray tell, what are you? I can tell that you are more than a mask my friend"
"I'm just a traveler. It's not much if a story," He laughs a bit, "I simply have a few magical tricks up my sleeves at times." He says,
She narrows her silver eyes and tilts her head "Now now, dont lie or ill have to find out for myself!" she chirps with a smile.
"Well, i guess I can say a bit more," He smiles, "What are your feelings on raising the dead,"
She sits, cross legged in the grass and thinks for a moment. "I am a warrior and a follower of the War Gods so using the undead is sometimes beneficial however it is best when they stay down"
"Then we can agree on their use," He says, sitting down beside her, couple feet away, "I know a couple spells that raise them for as long as I need them. Easier to make em than than to raise them."
"Hm. Interesting!" she said and folded her wings a bit, watching him intently. "What is it that you do with undead?"
"Manual labor, gathering materials I need." He shrugs, "having additional hands us always useful."
"are you an avid student in necromancy?"
"If by that you mean "did I go to college" yes. I study it, currently working to improve my skills still"
"Hm." she nods and sharpens her nails "Have you ever been in the middle of battle where all hell breaks loose?"
"I tend to not be in the front lines, so no."
"Ah. oh well" she said and shrugged
"I'm guessing you were on the front lines"
She nods "A soldier in the first war of Marcibelle"
Violet is outside. He is sharpening his arrows to deadly points while humming to himself.
Czalor is eating a rabbit brain raw while working on an undead gladiator.
Kis'lay is shining her scales while humming. Her pale-green silk dress shines brightly in the sun.
*I can't remember these three qwq*
*descriptions?*
(Violet is a human male and stands 5'8 with long red hair, a feminine-like face, and is a dressed in black leather armor and a black cloak.)
(Czalor is a Lich who dresses in black and blue velvet wizard-like clothing)
(Kis'aly is a pale green dragonborn cleric/monk of the Wood-Mother. She is very pwetty)
Jasper is watching Kis'aly shine herself
(I dont think i know Jasper. What are they like?)
Kis'lay shakes her wings out and buffs her arm scales.
*human male, dressed in a long jacket and vest, some pants that seem to have been repaired a few times. He's usually accompanied by a masked person but at this moment he is not*
She looks up. Her sleek, polished scales gleam like gems in the sunlight. Her pale green kimono-like dress floats around her as the wind carries it in a graceful way.
"Good evening miss," He smiles, nodding at her
She nods back and tilts her head "And, pray tell, what are you? I can tell that you are more than a mask my friend"
"I'm just a traveler. It's not much if a story," He laughs a bit, "I simply have a few magical tricks up my sleeves at times." He says,
She narrows her silver eyes and tilts her head "Now now, dont lie or ill have to find out for myself!" she chirps with a smile.
"Well, i guess I can say a bit more," He smiles, "What are your feelings on raising the dead,"
She sits, cross legged in the grass and thinks for a moment. "I am a warrior and a follower of the War Gods so using the undead is sometimes beneficial however it is best when they stay down"
"Then we can agree on their use," He says, sitting down beside her, couple feet away, "I know a couple spells that raise them for as long as I need them. Easier to make em than than to raise them."
"Hm. Interesting!" she said and folded her wings a bit, watching him intently. "What is it that you do with undead?"
"Manual labor, gathering materials I need." He shrugs, "having additional hands us always useful."
"are you an avid student in necromancy?"
"If by that you mean "did I go to college" yes. I study it, currently working to improve my skills still"
"Hm." she nods and sharpens her nails "Have you ever been in the middle of battle where all hell breaks loose?"
"I tend to not be in the front lines, so no."
"Ah. oh well" she said and shrugged
"I'm guessing you were on the front lines"
She nods "A soldier in the first war of Marcibelle"
"Sounds rough," He gives a salute, which is probably not sarcastic, "Thanks for your service"
Gravedigger is outside, etching runes into the ground with his shovel and occasionally looking down at a device in his hand and then up at the sun
Death approaches the Gravedigger. His movements are similar to the ease of a stalking cat. His grinning skull peers out from the shadowy robes and he speaks in a voice that could awaken the fear of mortality in a rock. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
I've been away from these parts for some thirty years. Yes, I'm as old as I look. It's good to see there's still an inn here. After a long day of travel, I'd like to get a hot meat pie and a cold ale...not necessarily in that order. Pay no mind to my traveling companion, Fendar. He's friendly. Well, as friendly as a black wolf can be. I look forward to sharing tales and a drink with other adventurers.
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"If by that you mean "did I go to college" yes. I study it, currently working to improve my skills still"
"Hm." she nods and sharpens her nails "Have you ever been in the middle of battle where all hell breaks loose?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I tend to not be in the front lines, so no."
"Ah. oh well" she said and shrugged
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I'm guessing you were on the front lines"
She nods "A soldier in the first war of Marcibelle"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Gravedigger is outside, etching runes into the ground with his shovel and occasionally looking down at a device in his hand and then up at the sun
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Sounds rough," He gives a salute, which is probably not sarcastic, "Thanks for your service"
Death approaches the Gravedigger. His movements are similar to the ease of a stalking cat. His grinning skull peers out from the shadowy robes and he speaks in a voice that could awaken the fear of mortality in a rock. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
*just spent a good while getting told what I already knew*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
*That is never fun.*
*I already know i'm not going to amount to anything. They don't have to rub it in*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
*Why won’t you amount to anything?*
*the only thing they're rubbing in is lies*
*I'm not very good at anything*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
*You won’t amount to anything if you believe that.*
*it is what is*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
*be back in a few*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
*somehow today got even worse*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
I've been away from these parts for some thirty years. Yes, I'm as old as I look. It's good to see there's still an inn here. After a long day of travel, I'd like to get a hot meat pie and a cold ale...not necessarily in that order. Pay no mind to my traveling companion, Fendar. He's friendly. Well, as friendly as a black wolf can be. I look forward to sharing tales and a drink with other adventurers.
Learn from the mistakes of others. It hurts less.