He chuckles. "I've played them all the same amount. All songs are equal in my eyes."
"Really? So all songs are of equal length? And contain an equal amount of notes? Etc? How do you know which songs you are playing if all of them are equally the same?"
"They are equal to me."
"Huh. How long is Old McDonald Had a Farm?"
"no clue, dont care though."
"Ah, apathy. Got it."
He nods
"So, Oh wait. What is your name, bard?"
"Lance."
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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.
Something crashes to the earth near the homeless camp. An orange glow and a buzzing static greets anyone who comes near the fallen meteorite.
Raphael sighs, manifesting their strength andattempting to kick it towards the tavern, not wanting to have to deal with it
*You choose if you want this to happen. Maybe it is too heavy to be kicked away, maybe it charms those who attempt to move it, etc*
Their foot hits it with a thunk, but it barely moves. It's dislodged from the ground, however. The Halloween-colored meteorite is very much just a hunk of metal, but it gives a telepathic squeak of pain amidst the static when it is kicked.
Raphael sighs. You are some being from beyond this realm, I take it?
There is a buzz of static. It doesn't seem to be capable of communicating properly. Perhaps it has something to do with the fall.
Something crashes to the earth near the homeless camp. An orange glow and a buzzing static greets anyone who comes near the fallen meteorite.
Raphael sighs, manifesting their strength andattempting to kick it towards the tavern, not wanting to have to deal with it
*You choose if you want this to happen. Maybe it is too heavy to be kicked away, maybe it charms those who attempt to move it, etc*
Their foot hits it with a thunk, but it barely moves. It's dislodged from the ground, however. The Halloween-colored meteorite is very much just a hunk of metal, but it gives a telepathic squeak of pain amidst the static when it is kicked.
Raphael sighs. You are some being from beyond this realm, I take it?
There is a buzz of static. It doesn't seem to be capable of communicating properly. Perhaps it has something to do with the fall.
Raphael sighs, and goes to pick it up, but most probably fails
Something crashes to the earth near the homeless camp. An orange glow and a buzzing static greets anyone who comes near the fallen meteorite.
Raphael sighs, manifesting their strength andattempting to kick it towards the tavern, not wanting to have to deal with it
*You choose if you want this to happen. Maybe it is too heavy to be kicked away, maybe it charms those who attempt to move it, etc*
Their foot hits it with a thunk, but it barely moves. It's dislodged from the ground, however. The Halloween-colored meteorite is very much just a hunk of metal, but it gives a telepathic squeak of pain amidst the static when it is kicked.
Raphael sighs. You are some being from beyond this realm, I take it?
There is a buzz of static. It doesn't seem to be capable of communicating properly. Perhaps it has something to do with the fall.
Raphael sighs, and goes to pick it up
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He picks it up with relative ease. It buzzes with what seems to be gratitude. It sees the homeless and makes a sad signal.
'Yeah, I hate those guys. The clones, not the people here. Maybe I should have helped fight them off.'
"Oh, do not exert yourself in such a way, I feel a sense that the gods will find a way to bring justice to them." They say cryptically
'Maybe so. And I can't help wondering if those droids they were fighting would have been equally bad. Whatever, droids, clones, they're all worth looting, when they're dead on the ground'
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Something crashes to the earth near the homeless camp. An orange glow and a buzzing static greets anyone who comes near the fallen meteorite.
Raphael sighs, manifesting their strength andattempting to kick it towards the tavern, not wanting to have to deal with it
*You choose if you want this to happen. Maybe it is too heavy to be kicked away, maybe it charms those who attempt to move it, etc*
Their foot hits it with a thunk, but it barely moves. It's dislodged from the ground, however. The Halloween-colored meteorite is very much just a hunk of metal, but it gives a telepathic squeak of pain amidst the static when it is kicked.
Raphael sighs. You are some being from beyond this realm, I take it?
There is a buzz of static. It doesn't seem to be capable of communicating properly. Perhaps it has something to do with the fall.
Raphael sighs, and goes to pick it up
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He picks it up with relative ease. It buzzes with what seems to be gratitude. It sees the homeless and makes a sad signal.
They drop it off right next to the tavern, making a note to investigate it later.
Meroving/Ani walks over, casts detect magic
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'Yeah, I hate those guys. The clones, not the people here. Maybe I should have helped fight them off.'
"Oh, do not exert yourself in such a way, I feel a sense that the gods will find a way to bring justice to them." They say cryptically
'Maybe so. And I can't help wondering if those droids they were fighting would have been equally bad. Whatever, droids, clones, they're all worth looting, when they're dead on the ground'
They nod. "What have you gained from the droids then?"
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He picks it up with relative ease. It buzzes with what seems to be gratitude. It sees the homeless and makes a sad signal.
They drop it off right next to the tavern, making a note to investigate it later.
Meroving/Ani walks over, casts detect magic
It gives off a very specific magical signal. This living lump of ore is from some sort of nightmare realm, or at least passed through one. Probably the source of its sentience.
Not Jason is sat under a tree, the bodies of several armored people littered around him
-free choice-
*does Helios choose to make clerics out of any of the homeless?*
*hhhhmmmmm*
*there's a flash as helios appears in the camp*
There are numerous humans, some halflings, one or two elves, couple of dwarves, etc. They range from mere scars or bruises, to burns, to amputated limbs. Raphael is currently outside, talking to Flint, and so doesn't notice Helios appearing. The numerous injuired are startled. Eventually one, a darked hair, blue eyed human with a cast on their arm speaks up. "W-who are you?"
He picks it up with relative ease. It buzzes with what seems to be gratitude. It sees the homeless and makes a sad signal.
They drop it off right next to the tavern, making a note to investigate it later.
Meroving/Ani walks over, casts detect magic
It gives off a very specific magical signal. This living lump of ore is from some sort of nightmare realm, or at least passed through one. Probably the source of its sentience.
"Mmm..." To it: Anyone home?
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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
Flint shows him some clone gear from out of his rucksack. Some of it smells pretty questionable, as it has been in Flint's rucksack, but it is in decent condition
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*does Helios choose to make clerics out of any of the homeless?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Lance."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is a buzz of static. It doesn't seem to be capable of communicating properly. Perhaps it has something to do with the fall.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They nod. "Currently Anastasius. Pleasure to meet you, Lance. What inspired you to be a bard?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
'Yeah, I hate those guys. The clones, not the people here. Maybe I should have helped fight them off.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Raphael sighs, and goes to pick it up, but most probably fails
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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
"Oh, do not exert yourself in such a way, I feel a sense that the gods will find a way to bring justice to them." They say cryptically
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He picks it up with relative ease. It buzzes with what seems to be gratitude. It sees the homeless and makes a sad signal.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Maybe so. And I can't help wondering if those droids they were fighting would have been equally bad. Whatever, droids, clones, they're all worth looting, when they're dead on the ground'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
They drop it off right next to the tavern, making a note to investigate it later.
Meroving/Ani walks over, casts detect magic
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They nod. "What have you gained from the droids then?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
'Wires, scrap metal, power cells, ya know, the usual'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*hhhhmmmmm*
*there's a flash as helios appears in the camp*
It gives off a very specific magical signal. This living lump of ore is from some sort of nightmare realm, or at least passed through one. Probably the source of its sentience.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
There are numerous humans, some halflings, one or two elves, couple of dwarves, etc. They range from mere scars or bruises, to burns, to amputated limbs. Raphael is currently outside, talking to Flint, and so doesn't notice Helios appearing. The numerous injuired are startled. Eventually one, a darked hair, blue eyed human with a cast on their arm speaks up. "W-who are you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They nod. "And the clones?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Mmm..." To it: Anyone home?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
'Armour, ration packs, comlinks, various specialised gear, guns'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Huh, may I see some examples? If you do not mind."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
'Yeah, sure'
Flint shows him some clone gear from out of his rucksack. Some of it smells pretty questionable, as it has been in Flint's rucksack, but it is in decent condition
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.