“I-“ He falters. “I can.. stay here for a little while. I don’t mind.”
"Good..." He stands up and wipes his nose on his sleeve. "I'll show you my room. I've had a lot of time to furnish it."
“Not going to buy me dinner first? You rascal.” Roran grins jokingly. “But yes, I’d love to see your furniture.”
"I still owe you, don't I?" He beckons Roran up the stairs. "I'll get you some food later."
Roran follows. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
He unlocks his door, and grins at Roran before opening the door. Roran is suddenly bathed in warm light as the sun sets in the horizon, shown wonderfully from the huge windows in the room. Bookshelves adorn the wall, and small patterns are carved into the window sill and shelves. Potted plants are hanging from both the ceiling and off the sides of some of the bookshelves. A couch is sat facing the large window, and more than a few open books are pilled by it. Two doorways offshoot from this entry room, and both are carved with different patterns. "Isn't it wonderful?"
Roran runs his hand along the patterns in the windowsill. “This is.. gorgeous. Wow.. You made all of 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
“I-“ He falters. “I can.. stay here for a little while. I don’t mind.”
"Good..." He stands up and wipes his nose on his sleeve. "I'll show you my room. I've had a lot of time to furnish it."
“Not going to buy me dinner first? You rascal.” Roran grins jokingly. “But yes, I’d love to see your furniture.”
"I still owe you, don't I?" He beckons Roran up the stairs. "I'll get you some food later."
Roran follows. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
He unlocks his door, and grins at Roran before opening the door. Roran is suddenly bathed in warm light as the sun sets in the horizon, shown wonderfully from the huge windows in the room. Bookshelves adorn the wall, and small patterns are carved into the window sill and shelves. Potted plants are hanging from both the ceiling and off the sides of some of the bookshelves. A couch is sat facing the large window, and more than a few open books are pilled by it. Two doorways offshoot from this entry room, and both are carved with different patterns. "Isn't it wonderful?"
Roran runs his hand along the patterns in the windowsill. “This is.. gorgeous. Wow.. You made all of this?”
"Yup. Idle hands and whatnot." He pushes open one of the doors and shows Roran the inside. It's covered in sawdust and a pottery wheel stands in one corner. The opposite wall holds a huge table, mostly cluttered with woodworking materials and unfinished carvings. Underneath the desk, there is a pile of small wood pieces, purposefully obscured by shadow.
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.
"Yup. Idle hands and whatnot." He pushes open one of the doors and shows Roran the inside. It's covered in sawdust and a pottery wheel stands in one corner. The opposite wall holds a huge table, mostly cluttered with woodworking materials and unfinished carvings. Underneath the desk, there is a pile of small wood pieces, purposefully obscured by shadow.
Roran heads over to look at the ones under the desk 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
"Yup. Idle hands and whatnot." He pushes open one of the doors and shows Roran the inside. It's covered in sawdust and a pottery wheel stands in one corner. The opposite wall holds a huge table, mostly cluttered with woodworking materials and unfinished carvings. Underneath the desk, there is a pile of small wood pieces, purposefully obscured by shadow.
Roran heads over to look at the ones under the desk curiously.
FInch inhales through his teeth. The pile is incomplete or otherwise unfinished versions of the carving Roran was gifted. The ones nearer to the bottom have very visible flaws, such as deep scratches or are broken into pieces. The ones in the middle seem to be disproportionate to the finished product, and the ones at the top are almost identical to each other, and Roran can't even see some of the issues in them. "I really wanted it to be... perfect. Like you."
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.
"Yup. Idle hands and whatnot." He pushes open one of the doors and shows Roran the inside. It's covered in sawdust and a pottery wheel stands in one corner. The opposite wall holds a huge table, mostly cluttered with woodworking materials and unfinished carvings. Underneath the desk, there is a pile of small wood pieces, purposefully obscured by shadow.
Roran heads over to look at the ones under the desk curiously.
FInch inhales through his teeth. The pile is incomplete or otherwise unfinished versions of the carving Roran was gifted. The ones nearer to the bottom have very visible flaws, such as deep scratches or are broken into pieces. The ones in the middle seem to be disproportionate to the finished product, and the ones at the top are almost identical to each other, and Roran can't even see some of the issues in them. "I really wanted it to be... perfect. Like you."
Roran pauses. “I..’m not perfect. But these are. You put so much thought into it.” He picks one up and turns it over in his hands. “I um… missed you a lot too.”
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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
"Yup. Idle hands and whatnot." He pushes open one of the doors and shows Roran the inside. It's covered in sawdust and a pottery wheel stands in one corner. The opposite wall holds a huge table, mostly cluttered with woodworking materials and unfinished carvings. Underneath the desk, there is a pile of small wood pieces, purposefully obscured by shadow.
Roran heads over to look at the ones under the desk curiously.
FInch inhales through his teeth. The pile is incomplete or otherwise unfinished versions of the carving Roran was gifted. The ones nearer to the bottom have very visible flaws, such as deep scratches or are broken into pieces. The ones in the middle seem to be disproportionate to the finished product, and the ones at the top are almost identical to each other, and Roran can't even see some of the issues in them. "I really wanted it to be... perfect. Like you."
Roran pauses. “I..’m not perfect. But these are. You put so much thought into it.” He picks one up and turns it over in his hands. “I um… missed you a lot too.”
Finch smiles. The one that Roran picks up seems fine, but some of it seems to have been lopped off, perhaps in annoyance. "Good to know I was thought of as well."
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.
Finch smiles. The one that Roran picks up seems fine, but some of it seems to have been lopped off, perhaps in annoyance. "Good to know I was thought of as well."
”I hope this one isn’t foreshadowing that you’re going to be chopping my arms off. I need those, you know.” He smiles, holding 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
Finch smiles. The one that Roran picks up seems fine, but some of it seems to have been lopped off, perhaps in annoyance. "Good to know I was thought of as well."
”I hope this one isn’t foreshadowing that you’re going to be chopping my arms off. I need those, you know.” He smiles, holding it up.
"For all that glaive fighting? Or have you moved to a better weapon?" Finch smirks and walks back into the main room.
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.
Finch smiles. The one that Roran picks up seems fine, but some of it seems to have been lopped off, perhaps in annoyance. "Good to know I was thought of as well."
”I hope this one isn’t foreshadowing that you’re going to be chopping my arms off. I need those, you know.” He smiles, holding it up.
"For all that glaive fighting? Or have you moved to a better weapon?" Finch smirks and walks back into the main room.
Roran follows. “I told you, I’m a wizard now! I need to be able to cast spells, and I need hands to do it.”
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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
Finch smiles. The one that Roran picks up seems fine, but some of it seems to have been lopped off, perhaps in annoyance. "Good to know I was thought of as well."
”I hope this one isn’t foreshadowing that you’re going to be chopping my arms off. I need those, you know.” He smiles, holding it up.
"For all that glaive fighting? Or have you moved to a better weapon?" Finch smirks and walks back into the main room.
Roran follows. “I told you, I’m a wizard now! I need to be able to cast spells, and I need hands to do it.”
"Right..." Finch clears a spot on the couch for them to sit. "Cast something other than that magical hand thing."
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.
"Right..." Finch clears a spot on the couch for them to sit. "Cast something other than that magical hand thing."
Roran pauses and then speaks a few words. An illusionary duplicate of Finch appears on the couch. “Ta-da!”
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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.
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)
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Rag is in the forest getting firewood by pulling trees out of the ground with his bare hands and chopping them to sizable parts with his axe.
Damian is taking care of his garden right outside of the tavern. The peppers are doing well but the onions are doing terribly, Damian is looking confused and is writing down more notes.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm an actor, writer, singer (opera, musical theatre, and rock are my preferred genres), backpacker, and tall person (6'5 and counting). Pronouns are whatever, I mostly use They/Them though.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption;
Roran runs his hand along the patterns in the windowsill. “This is.. gorgeous. Wow.. You made all of 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
"Yup. Idle hands and whatnot." He pushes open one of the doors and shows Roran the inside. It's covered in sawdust and a pottery wheel stands in one corner. The opposite wall holds a huge table, mostly cluttered with woodworking materials and unfinished carvings. Underneath the desk, there is a pile of small wood pieces, purposefully obscured by shadow.
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.
Roran heads over to look at the ones under the desk curiously.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
FInch inhales through his teeth. The pile is incomplete or otherwise unfinished versions of the carving Roran was gifted. The ones nearer to the bottom have very visible flaws, such as deep scratches or are broken into pieces. The ones in the middle seem to be disproportionate to the finished product, and the ones at the top are almost identical to each other, and Roran can't even see some of the issues in them. "I really wanted it to be... perfect. Like you."
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.
Roran pauses. “I..’m not perfect. But these are. You put so much thought into it.” He picks one up and turns it over in his hands. “I um… missed you a lot too.”
— 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
Finch smiles. The one that Roran picks up seems fine, but some of it seems to have been lopped off, perhaps in annoyance. "Good to know I was thought of as well."
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.
”I hope this one isn’t foreshadowing that you’re going to be chopping my arms off. I need those, you know.” He smiles, holding 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
"For all that glaive fighting? Or have you moved to a better weapon?" Finch smirks and walks back into the main room.
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.
Roran follows. “I told you, I’m a wizard now! I need to be able to cast spells, and I need hands to do it.”
— 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
"Right..." Finch clears a spot on the couch for them to sit. "Cast something other than that magical hand thing."
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.
Roran pauses and then speaks a few words. An illusionary duplicate of Finch appears on the couch. “Ta-da!”
— 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
Finch looks visibly disturbed, and waves his hand through the illusion. "Thats... impressive." He returns a few books to the shelves.
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.
*Hellohello*
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)
*hi hi*
(morning alaric)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*morning :D*
(how are you)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I have a surprise for you all!*
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm an actor, writer, singer (opera, musical theatre, and rock are my preferred genres), backpacker, and tall person (6'5 and counting). Pronouns are whatever, I mostly use They/Them though.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption;
Hope to see you around!
*I'm alright, trying to figure out magic items that i wanna use on a character*