Over at the town's outskirts, down a beach, by a few rocks, driftwood washes up. And broken planks. And bits distinctly from a broken ship. Soon enough a Tiefling washes up amongst the debris.
Her for gets placed face-first into the sand, and from what can be seen, she wears a very worn buccaneers's coat, in faded red and black. A captain's hat sits askew over her head with hair in a sailor's bun. A sword sheath and a definitely dysfunctional flintlock sit on the kelp covered belt that sits on the tiefling wash-up.
They feel an etheral feeling wash over them, the cold aura of a ghost.
You alright? The ghost of the lizardfolk, Ihtros asks
They suddenly force themselves upwards, awoken by the cold, "Not today Davey, Jones?" She looks about before sputtering out sea-water from her lungs, and she collapses onto her side. Her red skinned face looks worse-for-wear. With a groan she asks "Someone say something?"
Over at the town's outskirts, down a beach, by a few rocks, driftwood washes up. And broken planks. And bits distinctly from a broken ship. Soon enough a Tiefling washes up amongst the debris.
Her for gets placed face-first into the sand, and from what can be seen, she wears a very worn buccaneers's coat, in faded red and black. A captain's hat sits askew over her head with hair in a sailor's bun. A sword sheath and a definitely dysfunctional flintlock sit on the kelp covered belt that sits on the tiefling wash-up.
They feel an etheral feeling wash over them, the cold aura of a ghost.
You alright? The ghost of the lizardfolk, Ihtros asks
They suddenly force themselves upwards, awoken by the cold, "Not today Davey, Jones?" She looks about before sputtering out sea-water from her lungs, and she collapses onto her side. Her red skinned face looks worse-for-wear. With a groan she asks "Someone say something?"
I did.
The Ghost states, rising their hand. The Lizardfolk sqauts, looking at the tielfling. "Davy, Jones?"? Do you need a pick up?
The voice seems to echo in her mind, not fully speaking, more like thoughts passing through
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"Oh yeah, I'm some pseudo-angel thing due to you right? I forgot because I've just felt, mortal over my journey." He leans into Raphael, spaced out, staring into the fire. He seems dormant physically, and likely exhausted. I do remember your platonic love explanation though, so if that is relevant there's that.
"Each plane in the outer planes is made of a different set of ethics, and each have their own... denizens. So demons are spirits of chaos and evil, while celadrin are spirits of goodness and chaos. You're a Cleladrin, at least last time I checked. Anyway, you can vizulize the astral plane as the space between these realms, where no one ethics dominate, just pure planestuff waiting to be shaped." They say, still otherwise
*If you want Rax to be mortal, that's fine. I was oppoerating under the suspection that he was still a Cleladrin, a spirit of Aravandor, in the same way that Devils are from Hell*
*He is, it's just he's lived like a mortal over his time journeying, so he hasn't thought of anything like that except for no longer being a demon.*
"So basically the outer space of the material plane but for planes themselves? How do you know all these things anyway? How would I get this smart?" He looks up at Raphael's face, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Theren is outside cutting wood while wearing a tanktop
Lance is leaping from building to building, doing parkour
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*Hows it been Theren? also could I get a quick desc of Lance? Thx.*
An aarocockra starts following their trail, before flying level to them and their speed. The aarocockra has the plumage and head shape of a falcon, wearing a violet trench coat over ranger-gear, only visible now is a few pouches and a handaxe. They speak up, sounding slightly smug for some reason.
"Having fun there?"
*Fine. Lace is a humanoid that has silver hair, a mask, a black turtleneck, grey hoodie, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Think of his mask like a covid mask.*
He looks rather startled as he stops. "yeah..."
*Always liked the breath of fresh air that the characters with modern clothes held.*
Arrow stops flying forward and immediately checks around them for something. "Something up, Why'd you stop?" Their voice is conversational, like how they just flew up to Lance is normal.
*ye*
Lance is breathing heavily as he eyes them
Arrow eyes them back, playing it like Lance is the strange one here. Arrow circles Lance in air and holds an eyebrow up.
*could you roll insight Vs. Arrow's deception: 8 *
Insight: 18
*Sorry I missed this*
The aarocockra is clearly faking acting natural, this interaction hasn't been genuine from this bird, and they're pretending to act friendly to cover something.
"Oh yeah, I'm some pseudo-angel thing due to you right? I forgot because I've just felt, mortal over my journey." He leans into Raphael, spaced out, staring into the fire. He seems dormant physically, and likely exhausted. I do remember your platonic love explanation though, so if that is relevant there's that.
"Each plane in the outer planes is made of a different set of ethics, and each have their own... denizens. So demons are spirits of chaos and evil, while celadrin are spirits of goodness and chaos. You're a Cleladrin, at least last time I checked. Anyway, you can vizulize the astral plane as the space between these realms, where no one ethics dominate, just pure planestuff waiting to be shaped." They say, still otherwise
*If you want Rax to be mortal, that's fine. I was oppoerating under the suspection that he was still a Cleladrin, a spirit of Aravandor, in the same way that Devils are from Hell*
*He is, it's just he's lived like a mortal over his time journeying, so he hasn't thought of anything like that except for no longer being a demon.*
"So basically the outer space of the material plane but for planes themselves? How do you know all these things anyway? How would I get this smart?" He looks up at Raphael's face, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
*Got it. Wanted to keep my notes straight*
"Yeah. Something along those lines, the gaps between planets. And um... well my original god was of wonder, so I was naturally curious." They say, blushing a bit, not used to the praise.
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Theren is outside cutting wood while wearing a tanktop
Lance is leaping from building to building, doing parkour
-open slot-
*Hows it been Theren? also could I get a quick desc of Lance? Thx.*
An aarocockra starts following their trail, before flying level to them and their speed. The aarocockra has the plumage and head shape of a falcon, wearing a violet trench coat over ranger-gear, only visible now is a few pouches and a handaxe. They speak up, sounding slightly smug for some reason.
"Having fun there?"
*Fine. Lace is a humanoid that has silver hair, a mask, a black turtleneck, grey hoodie, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Think of his mask like a covid mask.*
He looks rather startled as he stops. "yeah..."
*Always liked the breath of fresh air that the characters with modern clothes held.*
Arrow stops flying forward and immediately checks around them for something. "Something up, Why'd you stop?" Their voice is conversational, like how they just flew up to Lance is normal.
*ye*
Lance is breathing heavily as he eyes them
Arrow eyes them back, playing it like Lance is the strange one here. Arrow circles Lance in air and holds an eyebrow up.
*could you roll insight Vs. Arrow's deception: 8 *
Insight: 18
*Sorry I missed this*
The aarocockra is clearly faking acting natural, this interaction hasn't been genuine from this bird, and they're pretending to act friendly to cover something.
*no worries*
he unsheathes his claws, growling a bit
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Over at the town's outskirts, down a beach, by a few rocks, driftwood washes up. And broken planks. And bits distinctly from a broken ship. Soon enough a Tiefling washes up amongst the debris.
Her for gets placed face-first into the sand, and from what can be seen, she wears a very worn buccaneers's coat, in faded red and black. A captain's hat sits askew over her head with hair in a sailor's bun. A sword sheath and a definitely dysfunctional flintlock sit on the kelp covered belt that sits on the tiefling wash-up.
They feel an etheral feeling wash over them, the cold aura of a ghost.
You alright? The ghost of the lizardfolk, Ihtros asks
They suddenly force themselves upwards, awoken by the cold, "Not today Davey, Jones?" She looks about before sputtering out sea-water from her lungs, and she collapses onto her side. Her red skinned face looks worse-for-wear. With a groan she asks "Someone say something?"
I did.
The Ghost states, rising their hand. The Lizardfolk sqauts, looking at the tielfling. "Davy, Jones?"? Do you need a pick up?
The voice seems to echo in her mind, not fully speaking, more like thoughts passing through
"I thought I was dead, might be if I'm right in think ye're a ghost. Dead or not a rum pick-me-up sounds useful." She shoves herself to sit up, her outfit a wreck, as is herself, wet and salty with seaweed resting over half her outfit. Her hazy eyes start waking up, and hazy isn't an exaggeration; they're foggy grey entirely.
'Everything ok there? Ya look cold. Is that you, Raphael?'
yes, everything will be fine. I just need... Sometimes people are hard to understand. A silent voice answers them, which Flint identifies as Raphael. Do you need something?
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They suddenly force themselves upwards, awoken by the cold, "Not today Davey, Jones?" She looks about before sputtering out sea-water from her lungs, and she collapses onto her side. Her red skinned face looks worse-for-wear. With a groan she asks "Someone say something?"
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Raphael stays with them, being there for them. Let it out, let it out
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Im so tired...
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
I did.
The Ghost states, rising their hand. The Lizardfolk sqauts, looking at the tielfling. "Davy, Jones?"? Do you need a pick up?
The voice seems to echo in her mind, not fully speaking, more like thoughts passing through
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Do you want to sleep?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He nods a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*He is, it's just he's lived like a mortal over his time journeying, so he hasn't thought of anything like that except for no longer being a demon.*
"So basically the outer space of the material plane but for planes themselves? How do you know all these things anyway? How would I get this smart?" He looks up at Raphael's face, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Flint is hanging out near the tavern
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Sorry I missed this*
The aarocockra is clearly faking acting natural, this interaction hasn't been genuine from this bird, and they're pretending to act friendly to cover something.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Got it. Wanted to keep my notes straight*
"Yeah. Something along those lines, the gaps between planets. And um... well my original god was of wonder, so I was naturally curious." They say, blushing a bit, not used to the praise.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Rest, friend. Rest. they state, still
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*no worries*
he unsheathes his claws, growling a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A fire genasi wearing Raphael's clothes is comforting a shivering human
Meroving/Yossele is reading
Throden is working the bar
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
His eyes close as he goes to sleep
*timeskip?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'Everything ok there? Ya look cold. Is that you, Raphael?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Sure*
Raphael rents a room, so Theren has some covers and a pillow. Theren awakes, Raphael watching over them, in their familar form of a halfling
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I thought I was dead, might be if I'm right in think ye're a ghost. Dead or not a rum pick-me-up sounds useful." She shoves herself to sit up, her outfit a wreck, as is herself, wet and salty with seaweed resting over half her outfit. Her hazy eyes start waking up, and hazy isn't an exaggeration; they're foggy grey entirely.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"wha- what happened?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
yes, everything will be fine. I just need... Sometimes people are hard to understand. A silent voice answers them, which Flint identifies as Raphael. Do you need something?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I thought you would of enjoyed a bed, people tend to enjoy sleeping in a bed." Raphael says, standing up and stretching
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now