"Are you a minor god or somethin?" he asks, eyeing them warily, like hes dealt with gods before
"Ah! Very minor." The dryad grins. "Would another form make you more comfortable?"
"Nah. Im cool with nature spirits. They practically raised me." the half-elf states with a grin
"That's great." He resumes sweeping around the altar, with a pitiful broom made of a long stick, and a vine tying twigs around one end. "What is your name?"
"Theren, Theren Dotsk." he says, casting pregetestation on the altar.
"Thank you." He sets down the broom. "My name is Un-Sivran, god of the crunching leaves, the warming sun, and the worms in the earth. You are welcome here." Theren feels reinvigorated, and a little happier.
Theren bows a bit. "Nice too meet ya."
"It is good to meet you as well. What brings you to this tavern?" Sivran sits, and motions for Theren to sit next to him.
Theren sits down. "I, ah, dont really fit in well. Plus i have a lot of stuff in my past that haunts me. I keep going from place to place trying to outrun it."
"That's a sad life. I find it good to stop and rest in places like these." Sivran sighs. "Maybe one day I will make more places to rest."
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.
"Are you a minor god or somethin?" he asks, eyeing them warily, like hes dealt with gods before
"Ah! Very minor." The dryad grins. "Would another form make you more comfortable?"
"Nah. Im cool with nature spirits. They practically raised me." the half-elf states with a grin
"That's great." He resumes sweeping around the altar, with a pitiful broom made of a long stick, and a vine tying twigs around one end. "What is your name?"
"Theren, Theren Dotsk." he says, casting pregetestation on the altar.
"Thank you." He sets down the broom. "My name is Un-Sivran, god of the crunching leaves, the warming sun, and the worms in the earth. You are welcome here." Theren feels reinvigorated, and a little happier.
Theren bows a bit. "Nice too meet ya."
"It is good to meet you as well. What brings you to this tavern?" Sivran sits, and motions for Theren to sit next to him.
Theren sits down. "I, ah, dont really fit in well. Plus i have a lot of stuff in my past that haunts me. I keep going from place to place trying to outrun it."
"That's a sad life. I find it good to stop and rest in places like these." Sivran sighs. "Maybe one day I will make more places to rest."
He shrugs. "It is what it is. And you should."
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"I would, if I had the power. As I have said, I am a very minor god."
Theren smiles a bit. "You know, just because your a minor god doesn't mean your not powerful."
"Of course not. But what is a god with no disciples? Or no clerics? Few believe I exist, and so I only can change a few things."
"Maybe i can help ya out."
Sivran gestures to the altar from where he sits. "Go for it."
Theren places his hand on the altar, closing his eyes, letting himself connect with it
The reassuring feeling he felt earlier seems to resonate and swell, and the mist he sees with truesight flows further away from the base of the altar. When he turns back to look at Sivran, the dryad is dressed in slightly nicer robes and has a grin on his face. "Another believer."
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.
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.
"That's a sad life. I find it good to stop and rest in places like these." Sivran sighs. "Maybe one day I will make more places to rest."
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.
He shrugs. "It is what it is. And you should."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I would, if I had the power. As I have said, I am a very minor god."
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.
*Hello people*
Raphael is tending to the wounded
Throden is baking
Meroving/Ani is raining down lightning
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Theren smiles a bit. "You know, just because your a minor god doesn't mean your not powerful."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Barachiel stumbles over to him. "I remember you. From before."
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.
"Of course not. But what is a god with no disciples? Or no clerics? Few believe I exist, and so I only can change a few things."
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.
The Solar studies the angel. "I can accept as such. My memories are not as great as they should be. What is your name, again?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Maybe i can help ya out."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is sitting under a tree, looking at peace.
Lance is tending to a wounded owlbear.
Nick is munching on an apple while wandering around
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Barachiel. But my memories are not great as well. I thought you were a deva."
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.
Sivran gestures to the altar from where he sits. "Go for it."
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.
Theren places his hand on the altar, closing his eyes, letting himself connect with it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They nod. "I was. And please," Let us talk about such matters over telepathy. "these people need not trouble themselves with such things."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The reassuring feeling he felt earlier seems to resonate and swell, and the mist he sees with truesight flows further away from the base of the altar. When he turns back to look at Sivran, the dryad is dressed in slightly nicer robes and has a grin on his face. "Another believer."
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.
*Meroving senses a disturbance in the force*
Ani walks over to them, waving. "Who might you be?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 2 LITERS OF COCA-COLA AND CHEEZ-ITS AND IM ROCKING NOW....*
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
*Great to hear!!! How are you friend (other than caffeinated)*
Raphael is tending to the sick *Lore notices that they contian no scares from the battle*
Meroving/Ani is calling down lightning
Throden is baking a cake
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*How do I turn italics off its really buggy for me* Fine, how have you been, old... friend.
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.
*Real!*
Theren is sitting under a tree, looking at peace.
Lance is tending to a wounded owlbear.
Nick is munching on an apple while wandering around
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.