He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
He shrugs “I suppose my greatness was too much for the apparitions to handle.”
She chuckles. “Well, thanks a heap for taking out the one that did show up. Even though it might come back, I don’t think it’ll make too much of a ruckus.”
He laughs and strums his lute “That must be quite the experience for any ghost. Tries to kill me and gets blown to nothing in a single shot. Where do we go next?”
“Back, I suppose.” She shrugs. “There’s been a lot of turmoil around here, I’d assume, so I doubt this is all I’ll be needed for. Could be anything from a boggle or meenlock to a full-on Abyssal portal.”
"That is what it is. I really hope it isn't an Abyssal portal. The last one I had to deal with was a nightmare. I had to save someone I didn't know, it was worth it though." He rolls his shoulders with a smile "Let's go back then."
“WAIT.” She grabs his arm. “There’s been an Abyssal portal here before?”
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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.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
He shrugs “I suppose my greatness was too much for the apparitions to handle.”
She chuckles. “Well, thanks a heap for taking out the one that did show up. Even though it might come back, I don’t think it’ll make too much of a ruckus.”
He laughs and strums his lute “That must be quite the experience for any ghost. Tries to kill me and gets blown to nothing in a single shot. Where do we go next?”
“Back, I suppose.” She shrugs. “There’s been a lot of turmoil around here, I’d assume, so I doubt this is all I’ll be needed for. Could be anything from a boggle or meenlock to a full-on Abyssal portal.”
"That is what it is. I really hope it isn't an Abyssal portal. The last one I had to deal with was a nightmare. I had to save someone I didn't know, it was worth it though." He rolls his shoulders with a smile "Let's go back then."
“WAIT.” She grabs his arm. “There’s been an Abyssal portal here before?”
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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.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
He shrugs “I suppose my greatness was too much for the apparitions to handle.”
She chuckles. “Well, thanks a heap for taking out the one that did show up. Even though it might come back, I don’t think it’ll make too much of a ruckus.”
He laughs and strums his lute “That must be quite the experience for any ghost. Tries to kill me and gets blown to nothing in a single shot. Where do we go next?”
“Back, I suppose.” She shrugs. “There’s been a lot of turmoil around here, I’d assume, so I doubt this is all I’ll be needed for. Could be anything from a boggle or meenlock to a full-on Abyssal portal.”
"That is what it is. I really hope it isn't an Abyssal portal. The last one I had to deal with was a nightmare. I had to save someone I didn't know, it was worth it though." He rolls his shoulders with a smile "Let's go back then."
“WAIT.” She grabs his arm. “There’s been an Abyssal portal here before?”
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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.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
He shrugs “I suppose my greatness was too much for the apparitions to handle.”
She chuckles. “Well, thanks a heap for taking out the one that did show up. Even though it might come back, I don’t think it’ll make too much of a ruckus.”
He laughs and strums his lute “That must be quite the experience for any ghost. Tries to kill me and gets blown to nothing in a single shot. Where do we go next?”
“Back, I suppose.” She shrugs. “There’s been a lot of turmoil around here, I’d assume, so I doubt this is all I’ll be needed for. Could be anything from a boggle or meenlock to a full-on Abyssal portal.”
"That is what it is. I really hope it isn't an Abyssal portal. The last one I had to deal with was a nightmare. I had to save someone I didn't know, it was worth it though." He rolls his shoulders with a smile "Let's go back then."
“WAIT.” She grabs his arm. “There’s been an Abyssal portal here before?”
He grins at her and wiggles his brows before focusing "Not here, where I'm from. Where the Notched Blades are."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
He walks back over “I think I scared them all away by erasing that one.” He begins to play his lute casually, doing his best to make her day better in exchange.
“They might be hiding. I think it would be best to conduct a short séance. If it doesn’t pan out, then there’s no harm done.” Ribriya sets a 26-sided glass polygon on the mat, each face inscribed with a letter in the Common alphabet, and begins lighting the candles.
"Well you do whatever that means and I'll be over here, playing my wonderful music." He leans against a wall.
“Actually, that might help. Typically, at least in the Chessentan tradition, wind instruments would be used, but a lute suffices just fine.”
“Fine, I’ll keep playing. That is what I was playing regardless.”
Ribriya begins whispering something that seems to be in Celestial, but nothing happens. It seems like there was only one ghost.
He shrugs “I suppose my greatness was too much for the apparitions to handle.”
She chuckles. “Well, thanks a heap for taking out the one that did show up. Even though it might come back, I don’t think it’ll make too much of a ruckus.”
He laughs and strums his lute “That must be quite the experience for any ghost. Tries to kill me and gets blown to nothing in a single shot. Where do we go next?”
“Back, I suppose.” She shrugs. “There’s been a lot of turmoil around here, I’d assume, so I doubt this is all I’ll be needed for. Could be anything from a boggle or meenlock to a full-on Abyssal portal.”
"That is what it is. I really hope it isn't an Abyssal portal. The last one I had to deal with was a nightmare. I had to save someone I didn't know, it was worth it though." He rolls his shoulders with a smile "Let's go back then."
“WAIT.” She grabs his arm. “There’s been an Abyssal portal here before?”
He grins at her and wiggles his brows before focusing "Not here, where I'm from. Where the Notched Blades are."
“What are the Notched Blades??”
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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.
Rag is currently on vacation at a battle arena. His strength being explained and reuniting with the family he didn't know he had. Things finally being explained.
Damian is sitting in a corner of the Inn playing his lute, waiting for anything interesting to happen.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
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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.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
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“WAIT.” She grabs his arm. “There’s been an Abyssal portal here before?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“WAIT.” She grabs his arm. “There’s been an Abyssal portal here before?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“WAIT.” She grabs his arm. “There’s been an Abyssal portal here before?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He grins at her and wiggles his brows before focusing "Not here, where I'm from. Where the Notched Blades are."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“What are the Notched Blades??”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I told you I was a pirate. Handsome devil of the Notched Blades."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Are we even near the ocean?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Alternate universe. The tavern is a Nexus."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“…a what? We aren’t on Oerik?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"A Nexus is a spot where universes align. Anyway lets go."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“…okay.” Ribriya packs up her séance equipment and heads back to the inn.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It's better to talk where there are walls anyway." He grabs his things and follows.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Rag is currently on vacation at a battle arena.
Damian is sitting in a corner playing his lute.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*good morning my friends :D*
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Tycho is somehow up on a roof, eating some jerky
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
*seems a bit slow on here right now, how’s everyone doing?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*If it’s slow want to rp? You can take over where I left off with Alaric.*
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo