"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.
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 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..."
“Friend…right. You can pay me back by not killing anyone else around here. Please.”
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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.
The horned figure waves back and walks slowly over. “Hello.. I’m unsure where I am…” Their gazer settles on their open palm and stares at the clarifel aggressively. It looks like it’s chewing on something… perhaps a liquorice root.
“Thank you!” He beams. “So what do you do now? I like fishing in my free time.”
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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.
The horned figure waves back and walks slowly over. “Hello.. I’m unsure where I am…” Their gazer settles on their open palm and stares at the clarifel aggressively. It looks like it’s chewing on something… perhaps a liquorice root.
*HELLO!*
*wife spotted*
The clarifies only returns a sort of confused look. “I am unsure as well. I believe we are at a tavern of sorts, but that is obvious.” He sighs. “It’s been a long day.”
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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
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?
(Not in particular. Saw someone I already knew from the old taverns, met a random tiefling, and then you)
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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)
"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..."
“Friend…right. You can pay me back by not killing anyone else around here. Please.”
"Hey. They deserved it." He opens anothre bag, and starts setting up a small tent.
“Uh huh. Seriously, I can get you a room. You don’t need the tent.” Kaso starts disassembling the tent while Harisson is setting it up.
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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.*
*YO REDPELT!!*
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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)
(Not in particular. Saw someone I already knew from the old taverns, met a random tiefling, and then you)
I hate to be straight to the point, but any of them seem to be packing any shiny items?
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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
The horned figure waves back and walks slowly over. “Hello.. I’m unsure where I am…” Their gazer settles on their open palm and stares at the clarifel aggressively. It looks like it’s chewing on something… perhaps a liquorice root.
*HELLO!*
*wife spotted*
The clarifies only returns a sort of confused look. “I am unsure as well. I believe we are at a tavern of sorts, but that is obvious.” He sighs. “It’s been a long day.”
“That.. it has. I.. took a walk, to clear my head, and.. it only became foggier and more painful, until it wasn’t.. but then I am here.” They pause. “Not in pain… very confused. What’s.. your name?” The gazer appears to be sleeping. It makes little plbbbt noises as it breathes.
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.
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.
(Not in particular. Saw someone I already knew from the old taverns, met a random tiefling, and then you)
I hate to be straight to the point, but any of them seem to be packing any shiny items?
She chuckles (Tiefling had nicer clothes. And a lute. Instruments are surprisingly valuable)
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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)
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.*
*YO REDPELT!!*
*HI CHRIS!*
*Shall I begin an intro?*
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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)
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.
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.*
*YO REDPELT!!*
*HI CHRIS!*
*Shall I begin an intro?*
*Sure! Happy to talk to anybody.*
*Have some you both do and don't know :))*
A thunder-like noise is heard outside, followed by a crackling buzz and... A choir? Heavenly song floats into the tavern, bringing a feeling of hope, then chills. Joy, then sorrow. Emotions swinging back and forth as something feels to be pulling people's minds outside..
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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)
The horned figure waves back and walks slowly over. “Hello.. I’m unsure where I am…” Their gazer settles on their open palm and stares at the clarifel aggressively. It looks like it’s chewing on something… perhaps a liquorice root.
*HELLO!*
*wife spotted*
The clarifies only returns a sort of confused look. “I am unsure as well. I believe we are at a tavern of sorts, but that is obvious.” He sighs. “It’s been a long day.”
“That.. it has. I.. took a walk, to clear my head, and.. it only became foggier and more painful, until it wasn’t.. but then I am here.” They pause. “Not in pain… very confused. What’s.. your name?” The gazer appears to be sleeping. It makes little plbbbt noises as it breathes.
“My name is Kosa. And you?” He watches the gazer curiously.
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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
"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..."
“Friend…right. You can pay me back by not killing anyone else around here. Please.”
"Hey. They deserved it." He opens anothre bag, and starts setting up a small tent.
“Uh huh. Seriously, I can get you a room. You don’t need the tent.” Kaso starts disassembling the tent while Harisson is setting it up.
"Hey! I like the outside." He waves Kaso away. "It's calm."
“It’s calm until something like a giant flaming mech comes out of nowhere and shoots you.” Kosa folds his arms. “It’s safer indoors.”
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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
(Not in particular. Saw someone I already knew from the old taverns, met a random tiefling, and then you)
I hate to be straight to the point, but any of them seem to be packing any shiny items?
She chuckles (Tiefling had nicer clothes. And a lute. Instruments are surprisingly valuable)
The wolf rolls over to expose a fluffy underbelly. Mm, I’ll keep that in mind. I don’t need to be working right now.
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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
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Barachiel chuckles. "Nice magic trick."
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.
“Friend…right. You can pay me back by not killing anyone else around here. Please.”
— 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
The horned figure waves back and walks slowly over. “Hello.. I’m unsure where I am…” Their gazer settles on their open palm and stares at the clarifel aggressively. It looks like it’s chewing on something… perhaps a liquorice root.
*HELLO!*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“Thank you!” He beams. “So what do you do now? I like fishing in my free time.”
— 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
"Hey. They deserved it." He opens anothre bag, and starts setting up a small tent.
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.
*wife spotted*
The clarifies only returns a sort of confused look. “I am unsure as well. I believe we are at a tavern of sorts, but that is obvious.” He sighs. “It’s been a long day.”
— 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
(Not in particular. Saw someone I already knew from the old taverns, met a random tiefling, and then you)
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)
“Uh huh. Seriously, I can get you a room. You don’t need the tent.” Kaso starts disassembling the tent while Harisson is setting it up.
— 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
*YO REDPELT!!*
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)
I hate to be straight to the point, but any of them seem to be packing any shiny items?
— 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
“That.. it has. I.. took a walk, to clear my head, and.. it only became foggier and more painful, until it wasn’t.. but then I am here.” They pause. “Not in pain… very confused. What’s.. your name?” The gazer appears to be sleeping. It makes little plbbbt noises as it breathes.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*HI CHRIS!*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Hey! I like the outside." He waves Kaso away. "It's calm."
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.
She chuckles (Tiefling had nicer clothes. And a lute. Instruments are surprisingly valuable)
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)
*Shall I begin an intro?*
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)
*Sure! Happy to talk to anybody.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Have some you both do and don't know :))*
A thunder-like noise is heard outside, followed by a crackling buzz and... A choir? Heavenly song floats into the tavern, bringing a feeling of hope, then chills. Joy, then sorrow. Emotions swinging back and forth as something feels to be pulling people's minds outside..
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)
“My name is Kosa. And you?” He watches the gazer curiously.
— 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
“It’s calm until something like a giant flaming mech comes out of nowhere and shoots you.” Kosa folds his arms. “It’s safer indoors.”
— 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
The wolf rolls over to expose a fluffy underbelly. Mm, I’ll keep that in mind. I don’t need to be working right now.
— 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