Nai has finally finished writing and is asleep in a corner.
*here comes the moment we’ve all waited for*
Like a heat haze, ripples are starting to form in the air. Suddenly, the sky seems to be drawn back like a curtain, forming a doorway in the air about half a meter up. A golden-haired sun elf holding a journal and flail steps through, looking tired. “This should be the spot,” he mutters, and paces around the tavern, occasionally pausing to examine its walls or the ground.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The mysterious sun elf has finished examining the area and is now petting his pet undead cat.
Sytosc (a man in a 1930s-style pinstriped suit and fedora) watches with mild interest. He has a fish wrapped in newspaper beside him.
<Nice suit.> Pch-Ptah says telepathically without turning around. The water remains utterly calm and unmoving.
Sytosc doesn't respond for a bit. He takes out some long, thin knives. "What are you going to do once you catch something?"
<Strangle or stab it, scale it, boil it, and eat it. Or befriend it. Depends if it’s a mollusc or not.> Pch-Ptah takes out a copper coin, makes a few gestures, and murmurs in Thri-kreen, casting detect thoughts targeted on Sytosc.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<Strangle or stab it, scale it, boil it, and eat it. Or befriend it. Depends if it’s a mollusc or not.> Pch-Ptah takes out a copper coin, makes a few gestures, and murmurs in Thri-kreen, casting detect thoughts targeted on Sytosc.
The mind he pierces into is completely alien. Thousands of strange thoughts, barely any related to the current situation. Perceptions with senses he doesn't possess, observing spatial dimensions that he cannot access. The most relevant ones are related to Sytosc cutting up the fish into sashimi, Pch-Ptah casting the spell, and slight pity for the Thri-Kreen.
Take 13 psychic damage from the sudden influx of impossible thoughts.
"That sounds interesting. Why boil it when it is so much better to fry it or make sushi?"
<Strangle or stab it, scale it, boil it, and eat it. Or befriend it. Depends if it’s a mollusc or not.> Pch-Ptah takes out a copper coin, makes a few gestures, and murmurs in Thri-kreen, casting detect thoughts targeted on Sytosc.
The mind he pierces into is completely alien. Thousands of strange thoughts, barely any related to the current situation. Perceptions with senses he doesn't possess, observing spatial dimensions that he cannot access. The most relevant ones are related to Sytosc cutting up the fish into sashimi, Pch-Ptah casting the spell, and slight pity for the Thri-Kreen.
Take 21 psychic damage from the sudden influx of impossible thoughts.
"That sounds interesting. Why boil it when frying it is so much better to fry it or make sushi?"
Pch-Ptah lets out a horrified scream and tumbles into the pond. It emerges about six seconds later, sputtering and cursing fluently. <You know, I used to not read minds because they said it was rude. Now I should probably stop for my own safety. Sorry about that>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Pch-Ptah lets out a horrified scream and tumbles into the pond. It emerges about six seconds later, sputtering and cursing fluently. <You know, I used to not read minds because they said it was rude. Now I should probably stop for my own safety. Sorry about that>
"Yes, it can be dangerous, especially when you're in a town notorious for attracting extraplanar entities. I'm sorry you had to get hurt."
He begins to cut up the fish he brought with him into sashimi. "Have you ever had puffer whale?"
A young man stands outside in the fields overlooking the towns and tavern. He wears a three piece suit made from navy blue fabric. He carries a suitcase in one hand made from tooled leather with abjuration runes subtly woven into it. His eyes are pale, blind by the looks of it. His hair is swept back and is chestnut brown.
(I'm doing alright. how about you?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Pch-Ptah is looking for water to fish in.
Nai has finally finished writing and is asleep in a corner.
*here comes the moment we’ve all waited for*
Like a heat haze, ripples are starting to form in the air. Suddenly, the sky seems to be drawn back like a curtain, forming a doorway in the air about half a meter up. A golden-haired sun elf holding a journal and flail steps through, looking tired. “This should be the spot,” he mutters, and paces around the tavern, occasionally pausing to examine its walls or the ground.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*quiet ain't it?*
*This town was once a bustling hub kf economy. Now it ain't nothing but a ghost town since the hooded man came through*
*What hooded man?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ME*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*AUGGHHHHHHHHHHHHey want to rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure! But my computer is being agonizingly slow today.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*My connection goes in and out a lot*
Pch-Ptah is fishing.
Nai is still asleep in a corner of the tavern.
The mysterious sun elf has finished examining the area and is now petting his pet undead cat.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sytosc (a man in a 1930s-style pinstriped suit and fedora) watches with mild interest. He has a fish wrapped in newspaper beside him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<Nice suit.> Pch-Ptah says telepathically without turning around. The water remains utterly calm and unmoving.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sytosc doesn't respond for a bit. He takes out some long, thin knives. "What are you going to do once you catch something?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<Strangle or stab it, scale it, boil it, and eat it. Or befriend it. Depends if it’s a mollusc or not.> Pch-Ptah takes out a copper coin, makes a few gestures, and murmurs in Thri-kreen, casting detect thoughts targeted on Sytosc.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The mind he pierces into is completely alien. Thousands of strange thoughts, barely any related to the current situation. Perceptions with senses he doesn't possess, observing spatial dimensions that he cannot access. The most relevant ones are related to Sytosc cutting up the fish into sashimi, Pch-Ptah casting the spell, and slight pity for the Thri-Kreen.
Take 13 psychic damage from the sudden influx of impossible thoughts.
"That sounds interesting. Why boil it when it is so much better to fry it or make sushi?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*My keyboard is slightly messed up.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Pch-Ptah lets out a horrified scream and tumbles into the pond. It emerges about six seconds later, sputtering and cursing fluently. <You know, I used to not read minds because they said it was rude. Now I should probably stop for my own safety. Sorry about that>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yes, it can be dangerous, especially when you're in a town notorious for attracting extraplanar entities. I'm sorry you had to get hurt."
He begins to cut up the fish he brought with him into sashimi. "Have you ever had puffer whale?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Time to bring back an old character of mine :)*
A young man stands outside in the fields overlooking the towns and tavern. He wears a three piece suit made from navy blue fabric. He carries a suitcase in one hand made from tooled leather with abjuration runes subtly woven into it. His eyes are pale, blind by the looks of it. His hair is swept back and is chestnut brown.
He opens a file in one hand, reading over it.
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
(are you doing any better Lawrence?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Sytosc is making sashimi.
Volstadt is barbecueing despite no one being around him. He constantly snacks in the middle of cooking.
*Choose whoever*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hiiiii, I am back k from classes*