*looking at your sig lines... I agree on stabbing. I'd also not recommend getting shot.*
*i know its not as bad as either of those, but one time my father cracked his head open as a kid. I am now paranoid of hard surfaces near where people sit*
* I can add that to my resume too. Tripped going into the garage and missed the steps. Split open my eyebrow on the floor. Bled like a pig it did.*
*that must have been painful*
*I've had worse. That's why I don't recommend getting shot."
"So, we're not going to have any floating battlefields like the other night, are we? I'll admit that was an impressive display."
“Probably not.” She laughs, playing a few notes on the lyre as the illusion from the other night momentarily flashes into and then out of existence. “Thank you. It is quite a hard illusion to pull of in front of a crowd. Can you do magic?”
"A bit. Mostly healing magic, some concealment... you know, Ranger stuff. LOL"
“Interesting! How did you learn?”
" I had a teacher. He's gone now. Lots of friends are gone now. Kinda comes with the trade, aye."
She sighs. “Yes, all of my close relatives are dead. I believe the only one of my blood left is my… great, great, great grandson’s cousin’ niece. I’ve met her once.”
"Relatives? I don't even remember them. You know the ones I REALLY recall? The ones I couldna save. Them I remember. Healing magic can only do so much."
“I have a spell that kills instantly. I should have also learned the one that brought them back. Alas, i was naive then.”
"We were all naive once."
“True. I just wish i became more mature before i had the power to topple empires by playing a song.”
" Ahh Lass, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Our lives can only be viewed by looking back. Sadly, they must be lived by forging blindly ahead. If you've managed 110 years, you must be doing something right. I'll never see that span."
“I haven’t exactly ‘managed,’ that. I died at 88. I just found a loophole. But you do speak the truth, my friend. You would make an excellent philosopher.”
"I have my moments. Loopholes like that could come in handy. It is good for all of us that you found it."
“I did spend my last few decades of my true life searching for it though. Now, all i want is to see another generation not make the mistakes i did, searching for what will only prolong your suffering. At least i get to teach the next generations, too.”
"Teaching and passing on of knowledge is a good thing. That is a worthy goal."
*this is a very wholesomely sad conversation*
”thank you. I was revered as a gift from the gods for my talent in music. I hated the attention at first. Now, i just want to help those who want to become well known like i.”
"So, we're not going to have any floating battlefields like the other night, are we? I'll admit that was an impressive display."
“Probably not.” She laughs, playing a few notes on the lyre as the illusion from the other night momentarily flashes into and then out of existence. “Thank you. It is quite a hard illusion to pull of in front of a crowd. Can you do magic?”
"A bit. Mostly healing magic, some concealment... you know, Ranger stuff. LOL"
“Interesting! How did you learn?”
" I had a teacher. He's gone now. Lots of friends are gone now. Kinda comes with the trade, aye."
She sighs. “Yes, all of my close relatives are dead. I believe the only one of my blood left is my… great, great, great grandson’s cousin’ niece. I’ve met her once.”
"Relatives? I don't even remember them. You know the ones I REALLY recall? The ones I couldna save. Them I remember. Healing magic can only do so much."
“I have a spell that kills instantly. I should have also learned the one that brought them back. Alas, i was naive then.”
"We were all naive once."
“True. I just wish i became more mature before i had the power to topple empires by playing a song.”
" Ahh Lass, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Our lives can only be viewed by looking back. Sadly, they must be lived by forging blindly ahead. If you've managed 110 years, you must be doing something right. I'll never see that span."
“I haven’t exactly ‘managed,’ that. I died at 88. I just found a loophole. But you do speak the truth, my friend. You would make an excellent philosopher.”
"I have my moments. Loopholes like that could come in handy. It is good for all of us that you found it."
“I did spend my last few decades of my true life searching for it though. Now, all i want is to see another generation not make the mistakes i did, searching for what will only prolong your suffering. At least i get to teach the next generations, too.”
"Teaching and passing on of knowledge is a good thing. That is a worthy goal."
*this is a very wholesomely sad conversation*
”thank you. I was revered as a gift from the gods for my talent in music. I hated the attention at first. Now, i just want to help those who want to become well known like i.”
"So, we're not going to have any floating battlefields like the other night, are we? I'll admit that was an impressive display."
“Probably not.” She laughs, playing a few notes on the lyre as the illusion from the other night momentarily flashes into and then out of existence. “Thank you. It is quite a hard illusion to pull of in front of a crowd. Can you do magic?”
"A bit. Mostly healing magic, some concealment... you know, Ranger stuff. LOL"
“Interesting! How did you learn?”
" I had a teacher. He's gone now. Lots of friends are gone now. Kinda comes with the trade, aye."
She sighs. “Yes, all of my close relatives are dead. I believe the only one of my blood left is my… great, great, great grandson’s cousin’ niece. I’ve met her once.”
"Relatives? I don't even remember them. You know the ones I REALLY recall? The ones I couldna save. Them I remember. Healing magic can only do so much."
“I have a spell that kills instantly. I should have also learned the one that brought them back. Alas, i was naive then.”
"We were all naive once."
“True. I just wish i became more mature before i had the power to topple empires by playing a song.”
" Ahh Lass, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Our lives can only be viewed by looking back. Sadly, they must be lived by forging blindly ahead. If you've managed 110 years, you must be doing something right. I'll never see that span."
“I haven’t exactly ‘managed,’ that. I died at 88. I just found a loophole. But you do speak the truth, my friend. You would make an excellent philosopher.”
"I have my moments. Loopholes like that could come in handy. It is good for all of us that you found it."
“I did spend my last few decades of my true life searching for it though. Now, all i want is to see another generation not make the mistakes i did, searching for what will only prolong your suffering. At least i get to teach the next generations, too.”
"Teaching and passing on of knowledge is a good thing. That is a worthy goal."
*this is a very wholesomely sad conversation*
”thank you. I was revered as a gift from the gods for my talent in music. I hated the attention at first. Now, i just want to help those who want to become well known like i.”
*Sorry, things just kinda came out. *
*no, i enjoy this roleplay. It’s fun to see these two characters who have seen a lot converse. You aren’t in the wrong, sorry for making that unclear.*
"So, we're not going to have any floating battlefields like the other night, are we? I'll admit that was an impressive display."
“Probably not.” She laughs, playing a few notes on the lyre as the illusion from the other night momentarily flashes into and then out of existence. “Thank you. It is quite a hard illusion to pull of in front of a crowd. Can you do magic?”
"A bit. Mostly healing magic, some concealment... you know, Ranger stuff. LOL"
“Interesting! How did you learn?”
" I had a teacher. He's gone now. Lots of friends are gone now. Kinda comes with the trade, aye."
She sighs. “Yes, all of my close relatives are dead. I believe the only one of my blood left is my… great, great, great grandson’s cousin’ niece. I’ve met her once.”
"Relatives? I don't even remember them. You know the ones I REALLY recall? The ones I couldna save. Them I remember. Healing magic can only do so much."
“I have a spell that kills instantly. I should have also learned the one that brought them back. Alas, i was naive then.”
"We were all naive once."
“True. I just wish i became more mature before i had the power to topple empires by playing a song.”
" Ahh Lass, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Our lives can only be viewed by looking back. Sadly, they must be lived by forging blindly ahead. If you've managed 110 years, you must be doing something right. I'll never see that span."
“I haven’t exactly ‘managed,’ that. I died at 88. I just found a loophole. But you do speak the truth, my friend. You would make an excellent philosopher.”
"I have my moments. Loopholes like that could come in handy. It is good for all of us that you found it."
“I did spend my last few decades of my true life searching for it though. Now, all i want is to see another generation not make the mistakes i did, searching for what will only prolong your suffering. At least i get to teach the next generations, too.”
"Teaching and passing on of knowledge is a good thing. That is a worthy goal."
*this is a very wholesomely sad conversation*
”thank you. I was revered as a gift from the gods for my talent in music. I hated the attention at first. Now, i just want to help those who want to become well known like i.”
*Sorry, things just kinda came out. *
*no, i enjoy this roleplay. It’s fun to see these two characters who have seen a lot converse. You aren’t in the wrong, sorry for making that unclear.*
* Okay. Just making sure. Connall has been around a bit. He may be new here but he is old.*
"Helping people is good. Fame can be good, or bad depending upon the person."
“I’ve made mistakes in my search for immortality. I exploited my power and my fame. My actions eventually led to a lot of deaths. I will never let that happen again.”
"So, we're not going to have any floating battlefields like the other night, are we? I'll admit that was an impressive display."
“Probably not.” She laughs, playing a few notes on the lyre as the illusion from the other night momentarily flashes into and then out of existence. “Thank you. It is quite a hard illusion to pull of in front of a crowd. Can you do magic?”
"A bit. Mostly healing magic, some concealment... you know, Ranger stuff. LOL"
“Interesting! How did you learn?”
" I had a teacher. He's gone now. Lots of friends are gone now. Kinda comes with the trade, aye."
She sighs. “Yes, all of my close relatives are dead. I believe the only one of my blood left is my… great, great, great grandson’s cousin’ niece. I’ve met her once.”
"Relatives? I don't even remember them. You know the ones I REALLY recall? The ones I couldna save. Them I remember. Healing magic can only do so much."
“I have a spell that kills instantly. I should have also learned the one that brought them back. Alas, i was naive then.”
"We were all naive once."
“True. I just wish i became more mature before i had the power to topple empires by playing a song.”
" Ahh Lass, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Our lives can only be viewed by looking back. Sadly, they must be lived by forging blindly ahead. If you've managed 110 years, you must be doing something right. I'll never see that span."
“I haven’t exactly ‘managed,’ that. I died at 88. I just found a loophole. But you do speak the truth, my friend. You would make an excellent philosopher.”
"I have my moments. Loopholes like that could come in handy. It is good for all of us that you found it."
“I did spend my last few decades of my true life searching for it though. Now, all i want is to see another generation not make the mistakes i did, searching for what will only prolong your suffering. At least i get to teach the next generations, too.”
"Teaching and passing on of knowledge is a good thing. That is a worthy goal."
*this is a very wholesomely sad conversation*
”thank you. I was revered as a gift from the gods for my talent in music. I hated the attention at first. Now, i just want to help those who want to become well known like i.”
*Sorry, things just kinda came out. *
*no, i enjoy this roleplay. It’s fun to see these two characters who have seen a lot converse. You aren’t in the wrong, sorry for making that unclear.*
* Okay. Just making sure. Connall has been around a bit. He may be new here but he is old.*
"Helping people is good. Fame can be good, or bad depending upon the person."
“I’ve made mistakes in my search for immortality. I exploited my power and my fame. My actions eventually led to a lot of deaths. I will never let that happen again.”
" We've all made mistakes. You've learned from yours. I'd like to think I've learned from mine. But, I'm sure I'll make more. Hopefully, new ones. It would be so tiresome to make the same ones again."
"So, we're not going to have any floating battlefields like the other night, are we? I'll admit that was an impressive display."
“Probably not.” She laughs, playing a few notes on the lyre as the illusion from the other night momentarily flashes into and then out of existence. “Thank you. It is quite a hard illusion to pull of in front of a crowd. Can you do magic?”
"A bit. Mostly healing magic, some concealment... you know, Ranger stuff. LOL"
“Interesting! How did you learn?”
" I had a teacher. He's gone now. Lots of friends are gone now. Kinda comes with the trade, aye."
She sighs. “Yes, all of my close relatives are dead. I believe the only one of my blood left is my… great, great, great grandson’s cousin’ niece. I’ve met her once.”
"Relatives? I don't even remember them. You know the ones I REALLY recall? The ones I couldna save. Them I remember. Healing magic can only do so much."
“I have a spell that kills instantly. I should have also learned the one that brought them back. Alas, i was naive then.”
"We were all naive once."
“True. I just wish i became more mature before i had the power to topple empires by playing a song.”
" Ahh Lass, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Our lives can only be viewed by looking back. Sadly, they must be lived by forging blindly ahead. If you've managed 110 years, you must be doing something right. I'll never see that span."
“I haven’t exactly ‘managed,’ that. I died at 88. I just found a loophole. But you do speak the truth, my friend. You would make an excellent philosopher.”
"I have my moments. Loopholes like that could come in handy. It is good for all of us that you found it."
“I did spend my last few decades of my true life searching for it though. Now, all i want is to see another generation not make the mistakes i did, searching for what will only prolong your suffering. At least i get to teach the next generations, too.”
"Teaching and passing on of knowledge is a good thing. That is a worthy goal."
*this is a very wholesomely sad conversation*
”thank you. I was revered as a gift from the gods for my talent in music. I hated the attention at first. Now, i just want to help those who want to become well known like i.”
*Sorry, things just kinda came out. *
*no, i enjoy this roleplay. It’s fun to see these two characters who have seen a lot converse. You aren’t in the wrong, sorry for making that unclear.*
* Okay. Just making sure. Connall has been around a bit. He may be new here but he is old.*
"Helping people is good. Fame can be good, or bad depending upon the person."
“I’ve made mistakes in my search for immortality. I exploited my power and my fame. My actions eventually led to a lot of deaths. I will never let that happen again.”
" We've all made mistakes. You've learned from yours. I'd like to think I've learned from mine. But, I'm sure I'll make more. Hopefully, new ones. It would be so tiresome to make the same ones again."
“And in some cases, horrible.” She looks into the sky for a moment, thinking of a performance from 14 years ago.
* BTW, IRL I do know what a lyre is. A friend has one. They tried to teach me. It wasn't pretty.*
*oh no*
*originally, Alex was going to play the violin as her main instrument, but i decided that the lyre was a more unique instrument. She still knows how to play violin, though.*
"Helping people is good. Fame can be good, or bad depending upon the person."
“I’ve made mistakes in my search for immortality. I exploited my power and my fame. My actions eventually led to a lot of deaths. I will never let that happen again.”
" We've all made mistakes. You've learned from yours. I'd like to think I've learned from mine. But, I'm sure I'll make more. Hopefully, new ones. It would be so tiresome to make the same ones again."
“And in some cases, horrible.” She looks into the sky for a moment, thinking of a performance from 14 years ago.
"aye, some are definitely worse than others. I can think of a few I regret. I wish they had only been a performance." Looking quietly at the ground with head down.
* BTW, IRL I do know what a lyre is. A friend has one. They tried to teach me. It wasn't pretty.*
*oh no*
*originally, Alex was going to play the violin as her main instrument, but i decided that the lyre was a more unique instrument. She still knows how to play violin, though.*
* good choice. More "period" too... especially for one that travels a lot.*
"Helping people is good. Fame can be good, or bad depending upon the person."
“I’ve made mistakes in my search for immortality. I exploited my power and my fame. My actions eventually led to a lot of deaths. I will never let that happen again.”
" We've all made mistakes. You've learned from yours. I'd like to think I've learned from mine. But, I'm sure I'll make more. Hopefully, new ones. It would be so tiresome to make the same ones again."
“And in some cases, horrible.” She looks into the sky for a moment, thinking of a performance from 14 years ago.
"aye, some are definitely worse than others. I can think of a few I regret. I wish they had only been a performance." Looking quietly at the ground with head down.
“Well i am thinking of a performance. It ended in mass murder because of my actions. Hundreds of thousands died.”
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*I've had worse. That's why I don't recommend getting shot."
Learn from the mistakes of others. It hurts less.
"Where did that other Lad go? I swear he was here just a minute ago"
Learn from the mistakes of others. It hurts less.
*thank you*
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
*this is a very wholesomely sad conversation*
”thank you. I was revered as a gift from the gods for my talent in music. I hated the attention at first. Now, i just want to help those who want to become well known like i.”
:)
*Sorry, things just kinda came out. *
Learn from the mistakes of others. It hurts less.
"Helping people is good. Fame can be good, or bad depending upon the person."
Learn from the mistakes of others. It hurts less.
*no, i enjoy this roleplay. It’s fun to see these two characters who have seen a lot converse. You aren’t in the wrong, sorry for making that unclear.*
*I just wish I could see how good I was more often*
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
* Okay. Just making sure. Connall has been around a bit. He may be new here but he is old.*
Learn from the mistakes of others. It hurts less.
“I’ve made mistakes in my search for immortality. I exploited my power and my fame. My actions eventually led to a lot of deaths. I will never let that happen again.”
*alright. By the way, you are great at roleplay.*
" We've all made mistakes. You've learned from yours. I'd like to think I've learned from mine. But, I'm sure I'll make more. Hopefully, new ones. It would be so tiresome to make the same ones again."
Learn from the mistakes of others. It hurts less.
*Thank you. I have a pretty vivid imagination.*
Learn from the mistakes of others. It hurts less.
“And in some cases, horrible.” She looks into the sky for a moment, thinking of a performance from 14 years ago.
* BTW, IRL I do know what a lyre is. A friend has one. They tried to teach me. It wasn't pretty.*
Learn from the mistakes of others. It hurts less.
*oh no*
*originally, Alex was going to play the violin as her main instrument, but i decided that the lyre was a more unique instrument. She still knows how to play violin, though.*
"aye, some are definitely worse than others. I can think of a few I regret. I wish they had only been a performance." Looking quietly at the ground with head down.
Learn from the mistakes of others. It hurts less.
* good choice. More "period" too... especially for one that travels a lot.*
Learn from the mistakes of others. It hurts less.
“Well i am thinking of a performance. It ended in mass murder because of my actions. Hundreds of thousands died.”