A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
*I'm here, and I think I have a character that Yuri won't hate... if that's even possible for one of my characters.*
The masked tabaxi is asking around, speaking through the raven. He is asking about what interesting creatures anyone has encountered, and eagerly listens to any stories about adventures. Eventually, he "sees" Yuri, and is immediately enamored by her beauty. He rushes up to her.
"Hello, miss, may we draw a picture of you for my book? We have a lot of ugly things, and having something as nice as you would really make our book better."
"An artist, your type I adore" she said and reached forward, plating a kiss on the mask's forehead "There, consider it a agreement" she said and grinned.
The tabaxi giggles. "Oh, thank you! You won't regret it!" He retrieves a large, battered tome from one of the hanging chains on his pack. "Ars Monstrum, Vol. IV" the cover reads.
He sits cross-legged and begins to draw. "What should I title the drawing, if you don't mind me asking?"
"do whatever you want" she said and stared at them "I'm more fascinated with you. Who are you? How did you happen upon art? Why decide to pick me?"
"My name is Fever Blossom, and I'm one of the Nightmare Apostles. My title, granted to me by my lord, is the Storyteller. So, I decided to join an adventurer's guild and start writing the Ars Monstrum series.
These books are some of the most valued books in existence by scholars and adventurers alike, being what is best described as 'Volo's Guide to Monsters but accurate.'
Anyway, while researching these strange creatures and documenting them, I realized that even the most detailed description would fail to capture the horror and majesty of these creatures. So I learned art. Then, I decided to make marketable plushies of those monsters too!
And then I saw you, and when I see something as beautiful as you, I have to draw it. I'll reimburse you for your time, of course, but I need this drawing. To have a creature that survived fighting an Apostle and come out looking as great as you do would surely spice up my book!"
she chuckles "pleasure to meet you Fever Blossom. I am Yuri Morichine, Archfey of Spring and all of Rael-Fir-El. You need not reimburse me for anything, my reimbursement is you find a muse in me to draw."
"I would love to have a look after you are done however."
"Oh! An archfey!" He seems slightly tenser now. "Now I must have you in my book!" He starts drawing, taking his time. Bout an hour later, he mumbles "...Yu-ri Mor-ich-ine..." and stops drawing. "Here it is!" He turns the book around, revealing a beautifully detailed and very accurate drawing, even if it does look a little bit like an anatomy study. "Now, what should I write about you? I usually write about what abilities, strengths, and weaknesses a creature has, but if you don't want to talk about your weaknesses that's fine."
Yuri Peers over and grins "absolutely lovely!" She said. "I can tell you a bit about myself but some of this doesn't get written down, understand" she said and raised a finger to her lips and winked.
"Of course!"
Deception: 28 or 20, whichever is higher.
*Whats the deception roll for?*
She smiles and sits down across and from them and lifts a hand, placing it on their forehead.
*He is totally planning on writing down every little thing she tells him that poses even mild significance to his book. She could tell him her favorite food and he would write it down.*
Fever bows his head in reverence, and allows her to.
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
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'm here, and I think I have a character that Yuri won't hate... if that's even possible for one of my characters.*
The masked tabaxi is asking around, speaking through the raven. He is asking about what interesting creatures anyone has encountered, and eagerly listens to any stories about adventures. Eventually, he "sees" Yuri, and is immediately enamored by her beauty. He rushes up to her.
"Hello, miss, may we draw a picture of you for my book? We have a lot of ugly things, and having something as nice as you would really make our book better."
"An artist, your type I adore" she said and reached forward, plating a kiss on the mask's forehead "There, consider it a agreement" she said and grinned.
The tabaxi giggles. "Oh, thank you! You won't regret it!" He retrieves a large, battered tome from one of the hanging chains on his pack. "Ars Monstrum, Vol. IV" the cover reads.
He sits cross-legged and begins to draw. "What should I title the drawing, if you don't mind me asking?"
"do whatever you want" she said and stared at them "I'm more fascinated with you. Who are you? How did you happen upon art? Why decide to pick me?"
"My name is Fever Blossom, and I'm one of the Nightmare Apostles. My title, granted to me by my lord, is the Storyteller. So, I decided to join an adventurer's guild and start writing the Ars Monstrum series.
These books are some of the most valued books in existence by scholars and adventurers alike, being what is best described as 'Volo's Guide to Monsters but accurate.'
Anyway, while researching these strange creatures and documenting them, I realized that even the most detailed description would fail to capture the horror and majesty of these creatures. So I learned art. Then, I decided to make marketable plushies of those monsters too!
And then I saw you, and when I see something as beautiful as you, I have to draw it. I'll reimburse you for your time, of course, but I need this drawing. To have a creature that survived fighting an Apostle and come out looking as great as you do would surely spice up my book!"
she chuckles "pleasure to meet you Fever Blossom. I am Yuri Morichine, Archfey of Spring and all of Rael-Fir-El. You need not reimburse me for anything, my reimbursement is you find a muse in me to draw."
"I would love to have a look after you are done however."
"Oh! An archfey!" He seems slightly tenser now. "Now I must have you in my book!" He starts drawing, taking his time. Bout an hour later, he mumbles "...Yu-ri Mor-ich-ine..." and stops drawing. "Here it is!" He turns the book around, revealing a beautifully detailed and very accurate drawing, even if it does look a little bit like an anatomy study. "Now, what should I write about you? I usually write about what abilities, strengths, and weaknesses a creature has, but if you don't want to talk about your weaknesses that's fine."
Yuri Peers over and grins "absolutely lovely!" She said. "I can tell you a bit about myself but some of this doesn't get written down, understand" she said and raised a finger to her lips and winked.
"Of course!"
Deception: 28 or 20, whichever is higher.
*Whats the deception roll for?*
She smiles and sits down across and from them and lifts a hand, placing it on their forehead.
*He is totally planning on writing down every little thing she tells him that poses even mild significance to his book. She could tell him her favorite food and he would write it down.*
Fever bows his head in reverence, and allows her to.
suddenly he is pulled into the back of his mind and is now in the center of a Fey Court. Yuri sits on a throne that is made from a giant sized tree with emerald leaves. Fey creatures of all sorts laugh and dance as they eat and drink foods that smell good beyond comparison. Yuri watches over the party with a light smile on her face.
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank 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.
*I'm here, and I think I have a character that Yuri won't hate... if that's even possible for one of my characters.*
The masked tabaxi is asking around, speaking through the raven. He is asking about what interesting creatures anyone has encountered, and eagerly listens to any stories about adventures. Eventually, he "sees" Yuri, and is immediately enamored by her beauty. He rushes up to her.
"Hello, miss, may we draw a picture of you for my book? We have a lot of ugly things, and having something as nice as you would really make our book better."
"An artist, your type I adore" she said and reached forward, plating a kiss on the mask's forehead "There, consider it a agreement" she said and grinned.
The tabaxi giggles. "Oh, thank you! You won't regret it!" He retrieves a large, battered tome from one of the hanging chains on his pack. "Ars Monstrum, Vol. IV" the cover reads.
He sits cross-legged and begins to draw. "What should I title the drawing, if you don't mind me asking?"
"do whatever you want" she said and stared at them "I'm more fascinated with you. Who are you? How did you happen upon art? Why decide to pick me?"
"My name is Fever Blossom, and I'm one of the Nightmare Apostles. My title, granted to me by my lord, is the Storyteller. So, I decided to join an adventurer's guild and start writing the Ars Monstrum series.
These books are some of the most valued books in existence by scholars and adventurers alike, being what is best described as 'Volo's Guide to Monsters but accurate.'
Anyway, while researching these strange creatures and documenting them, I realized that even the most detailed description would fail to capture the horror and majesty of these creatures. So I learned art. Then, I decided to make marketable plushies of those monsters too!
And then I saw you, and when I see something as beautiful as you, I have to draw it. I'll reimburse you for your time, of course, but I need this drawing. To have a creature that survived fighting an Apostle and come out looking as great as you do would surely spice up my book!"
she chuckles "pleasure to meet you Fever Blossom. I am Yuri Morichine, Archfey of Spring and all of Rael-Fir-El. You need not reimburse me for anything, my reimbursement is you find a muse in me to draw."
"I would love to have a look after you are done however."
"Oh! An archfey!" He seems slightly tenser now. "Now I must have you in my book!" He starts drawing, taking his time. Bout an hour later, he mumbles "...Yu-ri Mor-ich-ine..." and stops drawing. "Here it is!" He turns the book around, revealing a beautifully detailed and very accurate drawing, even if it does look a little bit like an anatomy study. "Now, what should I write about you? I usually write about what abilities, strengths, and weaknesses a creature has, but if you don't want to talk about your weaknesses that's fine."
Yuri Peers over and grins "absolutely lovely!" She said. "I can tell you a bit about myself but some of this doesn't get written down, understand" she said and raised a finger to her lips and winked.
"Of course!"
Deception: 28 or 20, whichever is higher.
*Whats the deception roll for?*
She smiles and sits down across and from them and lifts a hand, placing it on their forehead.
*He is totally planning on writing down every little thing she tells him that poses even mild significance to his book. She could tell him her favorite food and he would write it down.*
Fever bows his head in reverence, and allows her to.
suddenly he is pulled into the back of his mind and is now in the center of a Fey Court. Yuri sits on a throne that is made from a giant sized tree with emerald leaves. Fey creatures of all sorts laugh and dance as they eat and drink foods that smell good beyond comparison. Yuri watches over the party with a light smile on her face.
Fever seems completely uninterested in the food and drink, and is rapidly committing everything he sees to memory. He pulls out his book and bookmarks several pages to be filled out later. "Impressive power! I'll write that down, if that's okay."
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank you."
"What in the worlds are you running from?" She asked and crouched down.
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank you."
"What in the worlds are you running from?" She asked and crouched down.
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'm here, and I think I have a character that Yuri won't hate... if that's even possible for one of my characters.*
The masked tabaxi is asking around, speaking through the raven. He is asking about what interesting creatures anyone has encountered, and eagerly listens to any stories about adventures. Eventually, he "sees" Yuri, and is immediately enamored by her beauty. He rushes up to her.
"Hello, miss, may we draw a picture of you for my book? We have a lot of ugly things, and having something as nice as you would really make our book better."
"An artist, your type I adore" she said and reached forward, plating a kiss on the mask's forehead "There, consider it a agreement" she said and grinned.
The tabaxi giggles. "Oh, thank you! You won't regret it!" He retrieves a large, battered tome from one of the hanging chains on his pack. "Ars Monstrum, Vol. IV" the cover reads.
He sits cross-legged and begins to draw. "What should I title the drawing, if you don't mind me asking?"
"do whatever you want" she said and stared at them "I'm more fascinated with you. Who are you? How did you happen upon art? Why decide to pick me?"
"My name is Fever Blossom, and I'm one of the Nightmare Apostles. My title, granted to me by my lord, is the Storyteller. So, I decided to join an adventurer's guild and start writing the Ars Monstrum series.
These books are some of the most valued books in existence by scholars and adventurers alike, being what is best described as 'Volo's Guide to Monsters but accurate.'
Anyway, while researching these strange creatures and documenting them, I realized that even the most detailed description would fail to capture the horror and majesty of these creatures. So I learned art. Then, I decided to make marketable plushies of those monsters too!
And then I saw you, and when I see something as beautiful as you, I have to draw it. I'll reimburse you for your time, of course, but I need this drawing. To have a creature that survived fighting an Apostle and come out looking as great as you do would surely spice up my book!"
she chuckles "pleasure to meet you Fever Blossom. I am Yuri Morichine, Archfey of Spring and all of Rael-Fir-El. You need not reimburse me for anything, my reimbursement is you find a muse in me to draw."
"I would love to have a look after you are done however."
"Oh! An archfey!" He seems slightly tenser now. "Now I must have you in my book!" He starts drawing, taking his time. Bout an hour later, he mumbles "...Yu-ri Mor-ich-ine..." and stops drawing. "Here it is!" He turns the book around, revealing a beautifully detailed and very accurate drawing, even if it does look a little bit like an anatomy study. "Now, what should I write about you? I usually write about what abilities, strengths, and weaknesses a creature has, but if you don't want to talk about your weaknesses that's fine."
Yuri Peers over and grins "absolutely lovely!" She said. "I can tell you a bit about myself but some of this doesn't get written down, understand" she said and raised a finger to her lips and winked.
"Of course!"
Deception: 28 or 20, whichever is higher.
*Whats the deception roll for?*
She smiles and sits down across and from them and lifts a hand, placing it on their forehead.
*He is totally planning on writing down every little thing she tells him that poses even mild significance to his book. She could tell him her favorite food and he would write it down.*
Fever bows his head in reverence, and allows her to.
suddenly he is pulled into the back of his mind and is now in the center of a Fey Court. Yuri sits on a throne that is made from a giant sized tree with emerald leaves. Fey creatures of all sorts laugh and dance as they eat and drink foods that smell good beyond comparison. Yuri watches over the party with a light smile on her face.
Fever seems completely uninterested in the food and drink, and is rapidly committing everything he sees to memory. He pulls out his book and bookmarks several pages to be filled out later. "Impressive power! I'll write that down, if that's okay."
Yuri, while watching the party, suddenly locks eyes with him. Suddenly, he is pulled back out and back into the real world again. The real Yuri smiles "how was that hm?"
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank you."
"What in the worlds are you running from?" She asked and crouched down.
"Ehh... The law."
"The law?" She said and suddenly both her hands are now covered in Glowing-Golden Gauntlets that grab them "are you a criminal"
*I'm here, and I think I have a character that Yuri won't hate... if that's even possible for one of my characters.*
The masked tabaxi is asking around, speaking through the raven. He is asking about what interesting creatures anyone has encountered, and eagerly listens to any stories about adventures. Eventually, he "sees" Yuri, and is immediately enamored by her beauty. He rushes up to her.
"Hello, miss, may we draw a picture of you for my book? We have a lot of ugly things, and having something as nice as you would really make our book better."
"An artist, your type I adore" she said and reached forward, plating a kiss on the mask's forehead "There, consider it a agreement" she said and grinned.
The tabaxi giggles. "Oh, thank you! You won't regret it!" He retrieves a large, battered tome from one of the hanging chains on his pack. "Ars Monstrum, Vol. IV" the cover reads.
He sits cross-legged and begins to draw. "What should I title the drawing, if you don't mind me asking?"
"do whatever you want" she said and stared at them "I'm more fascinated with you. Who are you? How did you happen upon art? Why decide to pick me?"
"My name is Fever Blossom, and I'm one of the Nightmare Apostles. My title, granted to me by my lord, is the Storyteller. So, I decided to join an adventurer's guild and start writing the Ars Monstrum series.
These books are some of the most valued books in existence by scholars and adventurers alike, being what is best described as 'Volo's Guide to Monsters but accurate.'
Anyway, while researching these strange creatures and documenting them, I realized that even the most detailed description would fail to capture the horror and majesty of these creatures. So I learned art. Then, I decided to make marketable plushies of those monsters too!
And then I saw you, and when I see something as beautiful as you, I have to draw it. I'll reimburse you for your time, of course, but I need this drawing. To have a creature that survived fighting an Apostle and come out looking as great as you do would surely spice up my book!"
she chuckles "pleasure to meet you Fever Blossom. I am Yuri Morichine, Archfey of Spring and all of Rael-Fir-El. You need not reimburse me for anything, my reimbursement is you find a muse in me to draw."
"I would love to have a look after you are done however."
"Oh! An archfey!" He seems slightly tenser now. "Now I must have you in my book!" He starts drawing, taking his time. Bout an hour later, he mumbles "...Yu-ri Mor-ich-ine..." and stops drawing. "Here it is!" He turns the book around, revealing a beautifully detailed and very accurate drawing, even if it does look a little bit like an anatomy study. "Now, what should I write about you? I usually write about what abilities, strengths, and weaknesses a creature has, but if you don't want to talk about your weaknesses that's fine."
Yuri Peers over and grins "absolutely lovely!" She said. "I can tell you a bit about myself but some of this doesn't get written down, understand" she said and raised a finger to her lips and winked.
"Of course!"
Deception: 28 or 20, whichever is higher.
*Whats the deception roll for?*
She smiles and sits down across and from them and lifts a hand, placing it on their forehead.
*He is totally planning on writing down every little thing she tells him that poses even mild significance to his book. She could tell him her favorite food and he would write it down.*
Fever bows his head in reverence, and allows her to.
suddenly he is pulled into the back of his mind and is now in the center of a Fey Court. Yuri sits on a throne that is made from a giant sized tree with emerald leaves. Fey creatures of all sorts laugh and dance as they eat and drink foods that smell good beyond comparison. Yuri watches over the party with a light smile on her face.
Fever seems completely uninterested in the food and drink, and is rapidly committing everything he sees to memory. He pulls out his book and bookmarks several pages to be filled out later. "Impressive power! I'll write that down, if that's okay."
Yuri, while watching the party, suddenly locks eyes with him. Suddenly, he is pulled back out and back into the real world again. The real Yuri smiles "how was that hm?"
"Really cool! You don't see magic like that very often!" He's rapidly writing in his book.
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank you."
"What in the worlds are you running from?" She asked and crouched down.
"Ehh... The law."
"The law?" She said and suddenly both her hands are now covered in Glowing-Golden Gauntlets that grab them "are you a criminal"
The viashino scrambles backward. "Objectively... I-I can explain!"
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'm here, and I think I have a character that Yuri won't hate... if that's even possible for one of my characters.*
The masked tabaxi is asking around, speaking through the raven. He is asking about what interesting creatures anyone has encountered, and eagerly listens to any stories about adventures. Eventually, he "sees" Yuri, and is immediately enamored by her beauty. He rushes up to her.
"Hello, miss, may we draw a picture of you for my book? We have a lot of ugly things, and having something as nice as you would really make our book better."
"An artist, your type I adore" she said and reached forward, plating a kiss on the mask's forehead "There, consider it a agreement" she said and grinned.
The tabaxi giggles. "Oh, thank you! You won't regret it!" He retrieves a large, battered tome from one of the hanging chains on his pack. "Ars Monstrum, Vol. IV" the cover reads.
He sits cross-legged and begins to draw. "What should I title the drawing, if you don't mind me asking?"
"do whatever you want" she said and stared at them "I'm more fascinated with you. Who are you? How did you happen upon art? Why decide to pick me?"
"My name is Fever Blossom, and I'm one of the Nightmare Apostles. My title, granted to me by my lord, is the Storyteller. So, I decided to join an adventurer's guild and start writing the Ars Monstrum series.
These books are some of the most valued books in existence by scholars and adventurers alike, being what is best described as 'Volo's Guide to Monsters but accurate.'
Anyway, while researching these strange creatures and documenting them, I realized that even the most detailed description would fail to capture the horror and majesty of these creatures. So I learned art. Then, I decided to make marketable plushies of those monsters too!
And then I saw you, and when I see something as beautiful as you, I have to draw it. I'll reimburse you for your time, of course, but I need this drawing. To have a creature that survived fighting an Apostle and come out looking as great as you do would surely spice up my book!"
she chuckles "pleasure to meet you Fever Blossom. I am Yuri Morichine, Archfey of Spring and all of Rael-Fir-El. You need not reimburse me for anything, my reimbursement is you find a muse in me to draw."
"I would love to have a look after you are done however."
"Oh! An archfey!" He seems slightly tenser now. "Now I must have you in my book!" He starts drawing, taking his time. Bout an hour later, he mumbles "...Yu-ri Mor-ich-ine..." and stops drawing. "Here it is!" He turns the book around, revealing a beautifully detailed and very accurate drawing, even if it does look a little bit like an anatomy study. "Now, what should I write about you? I usually write about what abilities, strengths, and weaknesses a creature has, but if you don't want to talk about your weaknesses that's fine."
Yuri Peers over and grins "absolutely lovely!" She said. "I can tell you a bit about myself but some of this doesn't get written down, understand" she said and raised a finger to her lips and winked.
"Of course!"
Deception: 28 or 20, whichever is higher.
*Whats the deception roll for?*
She smiles and sits down across and from them and lifts a hand, placing it on their forehead.
*He is totally planning on writing down every little thing she tells him that poses even mild significance to his book. She could tell him her favorite food and he would write it down.*
Fever bows his head in reverence, and allows her to.
suddenly he is pulled into the back of his mind and is now in the center of a Fey Court. Yuri sits on a throne that is made from a giant sized tree with emerald leaves. Fey creatures of all sorts laugh and dance as they eat and drink foods that smell good beyond comparison. Yuri watches over the party with a light smile on her face.
Fever seems completely uninterested in the food and drink, and is rapidly committing everything he sees to memory. He pulls out his book and bookmarks several pages to be filled out later. "Impressive power! I'll write that down, if that's okay."
Yuri, while watching the party, suddenly locks eyes with him. Suddenly, he is pulled back out and back into the real world again. The real Yuri smiles "how was that hm?"
"Really cool! You don't see magic like that very often!" He's rapidly writing in his book.
"Its a power of mine besides healing." She said with a chuckle
"Yeah, of course I do."
*-panics- I DON'T REMEMBER DETAILS, RAGH*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
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
*He is totally planning on writing down every little thing she tells him that poses even mild significance to his book. She could tell him her favorite food and he would write it down.*
Fever bows his head in reverence, and allows her to.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
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.
*XD I'm going through old posts and reading it over.*
Penny chuckles "you sat on me on the couch "
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
suddenly he is pulled into the back of his mind and is now in the center of a Fey Court. Yuri sits on a throne that is made from a giant sized tree with emerald leaves. Fey creatures of all sorts laugh and dance as they eat and drink foods that smell good beyond comparison. Yuri watches over the party with a light smile on her face.
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
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
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
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank you."
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(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.
Fever seems completely uninterested in the food and drink, and is rapidly committing everything he sees to memory. He pulls out his book and bookmarks several pages to be filled out later. "Impressive power! I'll write that down, if that's okay."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What in the worlds are you running from?" She asked and crouched down.
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
"Ehh... The law."
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(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.
Yuri, while watching the party, suddenly locks eyes with him. Suddenly, he is pulled back out and back into the real world again. The real Yuri smiles "how was that hm?"
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
"Oh, those were good days."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"The law?" She said and suddenly both her hands are now covered in Glowing-Golden Gauntlets that grab them "are you a criminal"
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
"and these days now aren't?" She said and feigned disbelief
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
"Really cool! You don't see magic like that very often!" He's rapidly writing in his book.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yes, now they're great days."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The viashino scrambles backward. "Objectively... I-I can explain!"
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(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.
"Its a power of mine besides healing." She said with a chuckle
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
she chuckles "well look at you, ms sneaky" she said with a grin.
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