"I'll have the dish of the day, and your best non-alcoholic drink." He says, sighing. You notice he has a strange marking that looks like a shadow dragon fighting a cuatl.
*WHY DO I KEEP GETTING NINJA'D! THAT'S THE 7th TIME TODAY!!*
*20 history roll*
”Understood sir.” They state, quickly getting the order. As the lizardfolk waiter moves to get it, a ghostly apparition stays. (So who are you?)
Roshavek covers up the marking. "Roshavek Blacksteed, adventurer."
*Your history reveals its a mark given by shadow beings to souls who survive the shadowfell and get out without despair. Shows them as a target.*
“Most interesting. A wizard around here was looking for such people. You might want to ask them for stuff. How was the shadowfell?”
"Shh! Do you really need to know that?!" Roshavek hisses, looking around to see whether anyone heard. "If you do, despair-inducing and horrid. Just, keep that between ourselves and people I can fully trust, OK?"
They nod. (Telepathy works?)
(I guess.)
So what is so special about the shadowfell?
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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
"I'll have the dish of the day, and your best non-alcoholic drink." He says, sighing. You notice he has a strange marking that looks like a shadow dragon fighting a cuatl.
*WHY DO I KEEP GETTING NINJA'D! THAT'S THE 7th TIME TODAY!!*
*20 history roll*
”Understood sir.” They state, quickly getting the order. As the lizardfolk waiter moves to get it, a ghostly apparition stays. (So who are you?)
Roshavek covers up the marking. "Roshavek Blacksteed, adventurer."
*Your history reveals its a mark given by shadow beings to souls who survive the shadowfell and get out without despair. Shows them as a target.*
“Most interesting. A wizard around here was looking for such people. You might want to ask them for stuff. How was the shadowfell?”
"Shh! Do you really need to know that?!" Roshavek hisses, looking around to see whether anyone heard. "If you do, despair-inducing and horrid. Just, keep that between ourselves and people I can fully trust, OK?"
They nod. (Telepathy works?)
(I guess.)
So what is so special about the shadowfell?
It's a place where I was born, as a shadar-kai, and was put in a cult to the Raven Queen. I didn't like it and was kicked out for trying to worship a different deity, and I was supposed to die. But I didn't, and got this mark from the Raven Queen herself. I cannot go back now, I'll be hunted down and murdered for sure.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"I'll have the dish of the day, and your best non-alcoholic drink." He says, sighing. You notice he has a strange marking that looks like a shadow dragon fighting a cuatl.
*WHY DO I KEEP GETTING NINJA'D! THAT'S THE 7th TIME TODAY!!*
*20 history roll*
”Understood sir.” They state, quickly getting the order. As the lizardfolk waiter moves to get it, a ghostly apparition stays. (So who are you?)
Roshavek covers up the marking. "Roshavek Blacksteed, adventurer."
*Your history reveals its a mark given by shadow beings to souls who survive the shadowfell and get out without despair. Shows them as a target.*
“Most interesting. A wizard around here was looking for such people. You might want to ask them for stuff. How was the shadowfell?”
"Shh! Do you really need to know that?!" Roshavek hisses, looking around to see whether anyone heard. "If you do, despair-inducing and horrid. Just, keep that between ourselves and people I can fully trust, OK?"
They nod. (Telepathy works?)
(I guess.)
So what is so special about the shadowfell?
It's a place where I was born, as a shadar-kai, and was put in a cult to the Raven Queen. I didn't like it and was kicked out for trying to worship a different deity, and I was supposed to die. But I didn't, and got this mark from the Raven Queen herself. I cannot go back now, I'll be hunted down and murdered for sure.
They nod. The feywild is similar to me. A realm that the ancestor can never come back to
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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
"I'll have the dish of the day, and your best non-alcoholic drink." He says, sighing. You notice he has a strange marking that looks like a shadow dragon fighting a cuatl.
*WHY DO I KEEP GETTING NINJA'D! THAT'S THE 7th TIME TODAY!!*
*20 history roll*
”Understood sir.” They state, quickly getting the order. As the lizardfolk waiter moves to get it, a ghostly apparition stays. (So who are you?)
Roshavek covers up the marking. "Roshavek Blacksteed, adventurer."
*Your history reveals its a mark given by shadow beings to souls who survive the shadowfell and get out without despair. Shows them as a target.*
“Most interesting. A wizard around here was looking for such people. You might want to ask them for stuff. How was the shadowfell?”
"Shh! Do you really need to know that?!" Roshavek hisses, looking around to see whether anyone heard. "If you do, despair-inducing and horrid. Just, keep that between ourselves and people I can fully trust, OK?"
They nod. (Telepathy works?)
(I guess.)
So what is so special about the shadowfell?
It's a place where I was born, as a shadar-kai, and was put in a cult to the Raven Queen. I didn't like it and was kicked out for trying to worship a different deity, and I was supposed to die. But I didn't, and got this mark from the Raven Queen herself. I cannot go back now, I'll be hunted down and murdered for sure.
They nod. The feywild is similar to me. A realm that the ancestor can never come back to
In a way, the shadowfell is the dark feywild. Roshavek replies. Also, who is the ancestor?
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"I've been a bit frustrated. Those clone troopers burning down an entire village just to find one guy really irks me. There were like three taverns there, and they were all unique. I dined at some of those folks' houses before. I'm just a bit mad. If anything, these monsters are probably less destructive than those guys."
“Mmm… could you bring me to the place?” The solar asks
"Which place do you refer to in this case? The burned-down village?"
The angelic figure nods. “Yes, I can have a full fledge case against them, which in that case I can intervene.”
Sytosc nods and walks toward the town, gesturing for Raphael to follow. When they reach it, there are what must be hundreds of tents set up amongst the wreckage. People with no place to go.
The solar follows, shifting to their halfling form when they approach the village. Raphael nearly tears up upon seeing the people. “I should have known of this previously. Thank you, friend, for telling me.” They state, as they look for a medical tent
There is none. They simply pile their wounded over by the water... and the bodies nearby, wrapped in blankets. "I had to buy most of these tents myself. This was a farming town, and with the earth scorched, they can't grow anything, so they can't make money. No food, no supplies, no relief. I can't interfere too much, since I still have a job to do, but I'm still gonna try, even if it is just to spite the clones."
*
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"I've been a bit frustrated. Those clone troopers burning down an entire village just to find one guy really irks me. There were like three taverns there, and they were all unique. I dined at some of those folks' houses before. I'm just a bit mad. If anything, these monsters are probably less destructive than those guys."
“Mmm… could you bring me to the place?” The solar asks
"Which place do you refer to in this case? The burned-down village?"
The angelic figure nods. “Yes, I can have a full fledge case against them, which in that case I can intervene.”
Sytosc nods and walks toward the town, gesturing for Raphael to follow. When they reach it, there are what must be hundreds of tents set up amongst the wreckage. People with no place to go.
The solar follows, shifting to their halfling form when they approach the village. Raphael nearly tears up upon seeing the people. “I should have known of this previously. Thank you, friend, for telling me.” They state, as they look for a medical tent
There is none. They simply pile their wounded over by the water... and the bodies nearby, wrapped in blankets. "I had to buy most of these tents myself. This was a farming town, and with the earth scorched, they can't grow anything, so they can't make money. No food, no supplies, no relief. I can't interfere too much, since I still have a job to do, but I'm still gonna try, even if it is just to spite the clones."
*
*Ah i see*
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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.
A dark-brown haired man, slick with the smell of the streets, stumbles to the bar and bemoans the shortage of his favorite ale. His hair, poorly braided and falling over his face, is matted and obscures his eyes. He mumbles something in celestial and looks disdainfully at his tattered clothes.
A blond young adult dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of baggy pants walks in reading a help wanted poster. two rapiers hand from his hip, along with a set of throwing knives.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Now, naturally, the clones/stormtroopers/whatever are your characters. Understandably, if you were to say that my characters started kicking puppies and then got angry at them kicking puppies (which you never said they did), then I would get upset, because you are basically possessing my characters. In the same way, before I have my characters potentionally react, I want to make sure you said this first and then Baal told me, instead of Baal just making it up*
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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
*Now, naturally, the clones/stormtroopers/whatever are your characters. Understandably, if you were to say that my characters started kicking puppies and then got angry at them kicking puppies (which you never said they did), then I would get upset, because you are basically possessing my characters. In the same way, before I have my characters potentionally react, I want to make sure you said this first and then Baal told me, instead of Baal just making it up*
*yeah no. The village the troopers burned down wasn't their village. I was just makin up a random village nearby.*
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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.
A dark-brown haired man, slick with the smell of the streets, stumbles to the bar and bemoans the shortage of his favorite ale. His hair, poorly braided and falling over his face, is matted and obscures his eyes. He mumbles something in celestial and looks disdainfully at his tattered clothes.
A blond young adult dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of baggy pants walks in reading a help wanted poster. two rapiers hand from his hip, along with a set of throwing knives.
Nick walks up to them. "You look like a pile of klunk mate."
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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.
*Now, naturally, the clones/stormtroopers/whatever are your characters. Understandably, if you were to say that my characters started kicking puppies and then got angry at them kicking puppies (which you never said they did), then I would get upset, because you are basically possessing my characters. In the same way, before I have my characters potentionally react, I want to make sure you said this first and then Baal told me, instead of Baal just making it up*
*yeah no. The village the troopers burned down wasn't their village. I was just makin up a random village nearby.*
*but they did burn down a village?*
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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
A dark-brown haired man, slick with the smell of the streets, stumbles to the bar and bemoans the shortage of his favorite ale. His hair, poorly braided and falling over his face, is matted and obscures his eyes. He mumbles something in celestial and looks disdainfully at his tattered clothes.
A blond young adult dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of baggy pants walks in reading a help wanted poster. two rapiers hand from his hip, along with a set of throwing knives.
Nick walks up to them. "You look like a pile of klunk mate."
He glares at him and mutters in celestial. (You shut your mouth, aspasht.) He digs in his pockets for something.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Now, naturally, the clones/stormtroopers/whatever are your characters. Understandably, if you were to say that my characters started kicking puppies and then got angry at them kicking puppies (which you never said they did), then I would get upset, because you are basically possessing my characters. In the same way, before I have my characters potentionally react, I want to make sure you said this first and then Baal told me, instead of Baal just making it up*
*yeah no. The village the troopers burned down wasn't their village. I was just makin up a random village nearby.*
*but they did burn down a village?*
*Yes, not Baal's village tho.*
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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.
A dark-brown haired man, slick with the smell of the streets, stumbles to the bar and bemoans the shortage of his favorite ale. His hair, poorly braided and falling over his face, is matted and obscures his eyes. He mumbles something in celestial and looks disdainfully at his tattered clothes.
A blond young adult dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of baggy pants walks in reading a help wanted poster. two rapiers hand from his hip, along with a set of throwing knives.
Nick walks up to them. "You look like a pile of klunk mate."
He glares at him and mutters in celestial. (You shut your mouth, aspasht.) He digs in his pockets for something.
*truesight?*
*nah*
"Speak english slinthead."
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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So what is so special about the shadowfell?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Roshavek glances over, and mouths "don't ask".
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
It's a place where I was born, as a shadar-kai, and was put in a cult to the Raven Queen. I didn't like it and was kicked out for trying to worship a different deity, and I was supposed to die. But I didn't, and got this mark from the Raven Queen herself. I cannot go back now, I'll be hunted down and murdered for sure.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Raphael walks up to the clones, and sits down, waiting to be approched
*Say, Baal introduced a village that the clones had burnt and ransacked in search for people. Is this canon for you?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*nah, and they aren't clones. They are Stormtroopers, not clone troopers. The village they burned down wasn't Baal's village.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They nod. The feywild is similar to me. A realm that the ancestor can never come back to
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
In a way, the shadowfell is the dark feywild. Roshavek replies. Also, who is the ancestor?
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Oh, I know, I was discussing this:
*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The ghost, 'I' in a sense. Bounded with Throden, the descendent
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Ah i see*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A dark-brown haired man, slick with the smell of the streets, stumbles to the bar and bemoans the shortage of his favorite ale. His hair, poorly braided and falling over his face, is matted and obscures his eyes. He mumbles something in celestial and looks disdainfully at his tattered clothes.
A blond young adult dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of baggy pants walks in reading a help wanted poster. two rapiers hand from his hip, along with a set of throwing knives.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Now, naturally, the clones/stormtroopers/whatever are your characters. Understandably, if you were to say that my characters started kicking puppies and then got angry at them kicking puppies (which you never said they did), then I would get upset, because you are basically possessing my characters. In the same way, before I have my characters potentionally react, I want to make sure you said this first and then Baal told me, instead of Baal just making it up*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*yeah no. The village the troopers burned down wasn't their village. I was just makin up a random village nearby.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nick walks up to them. "You look like a pile of klunk mate."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*but they did burn down a village?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He glares at him and mutters in celestial. (You shut your mouth, aspasht.) He digs in his pockets for something.
*truesight?*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Yes, not Baal's village tho.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*nah*
"Speak english slinthead."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.