"Thay started a damned war against the union, ripped me from my job, friends, and family, and made me a lancer. And now I'm here, in the middle of nowhere." He check's the first-aid kit for supplies.
“Look, it could be worse. The most dangerous thing around here right now just seems to be your giant flaming mech and copious amounts of alcohol.” Kaso uses mage hand to lift up the first aid kit and carmy it to his hand. “What even is this?”.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"It was the last tie from me to my master. Once I lopped them off, I was truly free."
“WOOHOO! Free will for the win!” He hops off the tree, tilting his head to the side. He’s.. very short. Maybe around 5’2. “Do you want the coin back?”
Barachiel practically towers over him. "No, that's fine." He offers his hand to shake. "Free will indeed."
Fehris pushes his mask up. He looks to be human, maybe around 20 or so, with curly ginger hair and magenta eyes. He shakes Barachiel’s hand. “You’re tall.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
(Oh? One of those types of 'friends') She smiles knowingly (How long ago was this?)
A long while ago. It’s been a while. Roran’s tail swishes.
She starts getting up (Well, glad youre able to recover whatever you got from them. I assume they deserved what they got?)
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"Thay started a damned war against the union, ripped me from my job, friends, and family, and made me a lancer. And now I'm here, in the middle of nowhere." He check's the first-aid kit for supplies.
“Look, it could be worse. The most dangerous thing around here right now just seems to be your giant flaming mech and copious amounts of alcohol.” Kaso uses mage hand to lift up the first aid kit and carmy it to his hand. “What even is this?”.
"Supplies." The kit contains nine small syringes, two cans of something labeled "Organic Whitewash Sealent", and some other, more mundane, supplies, like gauze and antibiotic cream. "Mostly for my team."
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.
"It was the last tie from me to my master. Once I lopped them off, I was truly free."
“WOOHOO! Free will for the win!” He hops off the tree, tilting his head to the side. He’s.. very short. Maybe around 5’2. “Do you want the coin back?”
Barachiel practically towers over him. "No, that's fine." He offers his hand to shake. "Free will indeed."
Fehris pushes his mask up. He looks to be human, maybe around 20 or so, with curly ginger hair and magenta eyes. He shakes Barachiel’s hand. “You’re tall.”
"How perceptive. I didn't think you would look so... normal... under that mask."
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.
She starts getting up (Well, glad youre able to recover whatever you got from them. I assume they deserved what they got?)
It’s more of, I deserve it more than they do. He says lightheartedly. What are you doing here?
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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.
"Supplies." The kit contains nine small syringes, two cans of something labeled "Organic Whitewash Sealent", and some other, more mundane, supplies, like gauze and antibiotic cream. "Mostly for my team."
“Well your team isn’t here now. I suggest you get a room until you find a way back, if you don’t have one already.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"How perceptive. I didn't think you would look so... normal... under that mask."
“Well, this isn’t my actual form. The other one usually just gets me attacked on sight.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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.
She starts getting up (Well, glad youre able to recover whatever you got from them. I assume they deserved what they got?)
It’s more of, I deserve it more than they do. He says lightheartedly. What are you doing here?
(Well, usually when I hear about a nexus tavern, gotta try heading there at least once. See what kind of people are there and everything. Been doing it ever since the Lesta one)
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"Supplies." The kit contains nine small syringes, two cans of something labeled "Organic Whitewash Sealent", and some other, more mundane, supplies, like gauze and antibiotic cream. "Mostly for my team."
“Well your team isn’t here now. I suggest you get a room until you find a way back, if you don’t have one already.”
"Sounds good. Do you think they'll take manna as a currency?" He hold out a handful of strange chips, marked with numbers ranging from 0.0001 to 0.01.
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.
She starts getting up (Well, glad youre able to recover whatever you got from them. I assume they deserved what they got?)
It’s more of, I deserve it more than they do. He says lightheartedly. What are you doing here?
(Well, usually when I hear about a nexus tavern, gotta try heading there at least once. See what kind of people are there and everything. Been doing it ever since the Lesta one)
True enough. Meet anyone interesting yet?
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A horned figure pushes open the tavern door, their pitch-black skin dragging the light of the tavern in toward their face. Gray veins run through their face, bare arms, and eyes, looking almost akin to hollow tubes, and their half-closed eyes are like steel orbs, pupiless and apparently directionless. They’re dressed in a sleeveless, tan shirt and kiltlike lower garment, exposing the glossy red scales covering their shoulders and extending down their back. Their almost scorpionlike, scaled and charcoal-gray tail curls over their head, longer than the usual with a gleaming spike or stinger of bone extending its already fearsome length. A gazer, camouflaged brown and tan in colour, follows them quickly into the room as the tail quietly pulls the door shut again.
"Supplies." The kit contains nine small syringes, two cans of something labeled "Organic Whitewash Sealent", and some other, more mundane, supplies, like gauze and antibiotic cream. "Mostly for my team."
“Well your team isn’t here now. I suggest you get a room until you find a way back, if you don’t have one already.”
"Sounds good. Do you think they'll take manna as a currency?" He hold out a handful of strange chips, marked with numbers ranging from 0.0001 to 0.01.
“I have…. no idea. They likely have a conversion rate. If not, I can pay. Possibly.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"How perceptive. I didn't think you would look so... normal... under that mask."
“Well, this isn’t my actual form. The other one usually just gets me attacked on sight.”
"And what form is that?"
There’s a soft popping sound as two rabbit ears poof from his head, the rest of his body shifting into that of a harengon. “Ta da!” He does jazz hands.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A horned figure pushes open the tavern door, their pitch-black skin dragging the light of the tavern in toward their face. Gray veins run through their face, bare arms, and eyes, looking almost akin to hollow tubes, and their half-closed eyes are like steel orbs, pupiless and apparently directionless. They’re dressed in a sleeveless, tan shirt and kiltlike lower garment, exposing the glossy red scales covering their shoulders and extending down their back. Their almost scorpionlike, scaled and charcoal-gray tail curls over their head, longer than the usual with a gleaming spike or stinger of bone extending its already fearsome length. A gazer, camouflaged brown and tan in colour, follows them quickly into the room as the tail quietly pulls the door shut again.
*Whew. It’s been a hell of a while.*
*HELLO ?!?!)!:!!$/&&:* A tall, fair skinned clarifel with shoulder length black hair and violet eyes waves a greeting. He’s wearing half plate armor with a staff slung across his back, with a few tattoos of ravens.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Supplies." The kit contains nine small syringes, two cans of something labeled "Organic Whitewash Sealent", and some other, more mundane, supplies, like gauze and antibiotic cream. "Mostly for my team."
“Well your team isn’t here now. I suggest you get a room until you find a way back, if you don’t have one already.”
"Sounds good. Do you think they'll take manna as a currency?" He hold out a handful of strange chips, marked with numbers ranging from 0.0001 to 0.01.
“I have…. no idea. They likely have a conversion rate. If not, I can pay. Possibly.”
"I don't wanna be a leach on my newfound friend!" Harisson grins. "I'll pitch a tent out here. This spot in the forest is strangely flat..."
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.
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“Look, it could be worse. The most dangerous thing around here right now just seems to be your giant flaming mech and copious amounts of alcohol.” Kaso uses mage hand to lift up the first aid kit and carmy it to his hand. “What even is this?”.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Fehris pushes his mask up. He looks to be human, maybe around 20 or so, with curly ginger hair and magenta eyes. He shakes Barachiel’s hand. “You’re tall.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She starts getting up (Well, glad youre able to recover whatever you got from them. I assume they deserved what they got?)
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Supplies." The kit contains nine small syringes, two cans of something labeled "Organic Whitewash Sealent", and some other, more mundane, supplies, like gauze and antibiotic cream. "Mostly for my team."
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.
"How perceptive. I didn't think you would look so... normal... under that mask."
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.
It’s more of, I deserve it more than they do. He says lightheartedly. What are you doing here?
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*omg rorans back*
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.
“Well your team isn’t here now. I suggest you get a room until you find a way back, if you don’t have one already.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Well, this isn’t my actual form. The other one usually just gets me attacked on sight.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*E is teaching him to be a wizard*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*oohh lord*
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.
(Well, usually when I hear about a nexus tavern, gotta try heading there at least once. See what kind of people are there and everything. Been doing it ever since the Lesta one)
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Sounds good. Do you think they'll take manna as a currency?" He hold out a handful of strange chips, marked with numbers ranging from 0.0001 to 0.01.
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.
"And what form is that?"
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.
True enough. Meet anyone interesting yet?
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A horned figure pushes open the tavern door, their pitch-black skin dragging the light of the tavern in toward their face. Gray veins run through their face, bare arms, and eyes, looking almost akin to hollow tubes, and their half-closed eyes are like steel orbs, pupiless and apparently directionless. They’re dressed in a sleeveless, tan shirt and kiltlike lower garment, exposing the glossy red scales covering their shoulders and extending down their back. Their almost scorpionlike, scaled and charcoal-gray tail curls over their head, longer than the usual with a gleaming spike or stinger of bone extending its already fearsome length. A gazer, camouflaged brown and tan in colour, follows them quickly into the room as the tail quietly pulls the door shut again.
*Whew. It’s been a hell of a while.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“I have…. no idea. They likely have a conversion rate. If not, I can pay. Possibly.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
There’s a soft popping sound as two rabbit ears poof from his head, the rest of his body shifting into that of a harengon. “Ta da!” He does jazz hands.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*HELLO ?!?!)!:!!$/&&:*
A tall, fair skinned clarifel with shoulder length black hair and violet eyes waves a greeting. He’s wearing half plate armor with a staff slung across his back, with a few tattoos of ravens.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"I don't wanna be a leach on my newfound friend!" Harisson grins. "I'll pitch a tent out here. This spot in the forest is strangely flat..."
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.