*Oh, wait, you've never been in here before, have you? Time for the full experience, then!*
Before the genasi is a long table in a dark room, lit only by a couple of candles. The table is literally piled high with glorious-looking food, the scent of which nearly overpowers the mind. A humongous, misshapen silhouette sits at the far end of the table. The sounds of gravy dripping to the floor and tiny gears ticking are the only ones.
"Come in, eat." Says the shape. "I've prepared such a feast! Best not to let it go to waste, yes?"
*I think I've seen it over at the Soldier's Rally, but that's it*
"I would agree, but I am worried that my form won't let me partake..." He cautiously approaches the table, hovering slightly, and swipes his hand at a bunch of grapes.
The grapes are knocked off of the table, but instead of hitting the floor, they levitate back to the table. "I told you, things are a bit different in here."
"How is this happening?" He snatches a grape and eats it.
*sorry, I kinda disappeared for a few hours, and I have to go again*
*Me too*
"My magic is some of the strongest there is. It is very limited in it's uses, but great and terrible it is."
"So this means that you can temporarily lift curses, no matter how powerful. Wow."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A trial of blackened footprints in the grass leads to the back of the inn.
Rani sees them, and notices where they lead, and decides to go to the back by going around the other side of the inn.
Rani sees a tall man standing perfectly still. He wears a blue-grey pinstriped suit over a rust-splattered gray jumpsuit. He carries a broken letter opener in his left hand.
*Oh, wait, you've never been in here before, have you? Time for the full experience, then!*
Before the genasi is a long table in a dark room, lit only by a couple of candles. The table is literally piled high with glorious-looking food, the scent of which nearly overpowers the mind. A humongous, misshapen silhouette sits at the far end of the table. The sounds of gravy dripping to the floor and tiny gears ticking are the only ones.
"Come in, eat." Says the shape. "I've prepared such a feast! Best not to let it go to waste, yes?"
*I think I've seen it over at the Soldier's Rally, but that's it*
"I would agree, but I am worried that my form won't let me partake..." He cautiously approaches the table, hovering slightly, and swipes his hand at a bunch of grapes.
The grapes are knocked off of the table, but instead of hitting the floor, they levitate back to the table. "I told you, things are a bit different in here."
"How is this happening?" He snatches a grape and eats it.
*sorry, I kinda disappeared for a few hours, and I have to go again*
*Me too*
"My magic is some of the strongest there is. It is very limited in it's uses, but great and terrible it is."
"So this means that you can temporarily lift curses, no matter how powerful. Wow."
"I can do anything, but my power is limited outside of the Attic."
*Oh, wait, you've never been in here before, have you? Time for the full experience, then!*
Before the genasi is a long table in a dark room, lit only by a couple of candles. The table is literally piled high with glorious-looking food, the scent of which nearly overpowers the mind. A humongous, misshapen silhouette sits at the far end of the table. The sounds of gravy dripping to the floor and tiny gears ticking are the only ones.
"Come in, eat." Says the shape. "I've prepared such a feast! Best not to let it go to waste, yes?"
*I think I've seen it over at the Soldier's Rally, but that's it*
"I would agree, but I am worried that my form won't let me partake..." He cautiously approaches the table, hovering slightly, and swipes his hand at a bunch of grapes.
The grapes are knocked off of the table, but instead of hitting the floor, they levitate back to the table. "I told you, things are a bit different in here."
"How is this happening?" He snatches a grape and eats it.
*sorry, I kinda disappeared for a few hours, and I have to go again*
*Me too*
"My magic is some of the strongest there is. It is very limited in it's uses, but great and terrible it is."
"So this means that you can temporarily lift curses, no matter how powerful. Wow."
"I can do anything, but my power is limited outside of the Attic."
"Still amazing, though."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A trial of blackened footprints in the grass leads to the back of the inn.
Rani sees them, and notices where they lead, and decides to go to the back by going around the other side of the inn.
Rani sees a tall man standing perfectly still. He wears a blue-grey pinstriped suit over a rust-splattered gray jumpsuit. He carries a broken letter opener in his left hand.
"Hello! You lost or something?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
⌜╔═════════════The Board══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A trial of blackened footprints in the grass leads to the back of the inn.
Rani sees them, and notices where they lead, and decides to go to the back by going around the other side of the inn.
Rani sees a tall man standing perfectly still. He wears a blue-grey pinstriped suit over a rust-splattered gray jumpsuit. He carries a broken letter opener in his left hand.
"Hello! You lost or something?"
They turn, revealing the burn scars on their face, and some of the text on the jumpsuit: "...ford Asylum for t..."
*Y'know what? It's the first day of October, I don't care if no one's on. I'm gonna do something special.*
The Black Door is closed.
A massive, cloaked figure is sitting outside with a massive, black and orange picnic blanket covered in a grotesque amount of amazing-smelling food.
The monster seems to be enjoying the autumn breeze. It takes a deep breath.
"Come, wayward Souls,
Who wander through the darkness,
There is a light for the lost and the meek.
Sorrow and fear
Are easily forgotten
When you submit to the call of the hearth..."
*Actually I just got on, I'll be here for a few minutes*
*lets say my air genasi followed the figure outside or something??*
*Sure.*
The abomination has put on a cloak that shrouds its massive figure, brought out all of its food to the yard, and is sitting among the plants.
It sprinkles a strange spice on some of the food and offers it to the genasi. "Ghostwater spice. It is highly valued by the dead, particularly wraiths. It allows the incorporeal to make physical contact with the corporeal. You may have some of my supply... if you do something for me."
*Y'know what? It's the first day of October, I don't care if no one's on. I'm gonna do something special.*
The Black Door is closed.
A massive, cloaked figure is sitting outside with a massive, black and orange picnic blanket covered in a grotesque amount of amazing-smelling food.
The monster seems to be enjoying the autumn breeze. It takes a deep breath.
"Come, wayward Souls,
Who wander through the darkness,
There is a light for the lost and the meek.
Sorrow and fear
Are easily forgotten
When you submit to the call of the hearth..."
*Actually I just got on, I'll be here for a few minutes*
*lets say my air genasi followed the figure outside or something??*
*Sure.*
The abomination has put on a cloak that shrouds its massive figure, brought out all of its food to the yard, and is sitting among the plants.
It sprinkles a strange spice on some of the food and offers it to the genasi. "Ghostwater spice. It is highly valued by the dead, particularly wraiths. It allows the incorporeal to make physical contact with the corporeal. You may have some of my supply... if you do something for me."
The genasi has missed the material world very much, and would do most anything for some spice, as long as he is comfortable enough to do it. "Sure. I'm not dead, by the way. It will still work for me, right?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
⌜╔═════════════The Board══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Y'know what? It's the first day of October, I don't care if no one's on. I'm gonna do something special.*
The Black Door is closed.
A massive, cloaked figure is sitting outside with a massive, black and orange picnic blanket covered in a grotesque amount of amazing-smelling food.
The monster seems to be enjoying the autumn breeze. It takes a deep breath.
"Come, wayward Souls,
Who wander through the darkness,
There is a light for the lost and the meek.
Sorrow and fear
Are easily forgotten
When you submit to the call of the hearth..."
*Actually I just got on, I'll be here for a few minutes*
*lets say my air genasi followed the figure outside or something??*
*Sure.*
The abomination has put on a cloak that shrouds its massive figure, brought out all of its food to the yard, and is sitting among the plants.
It sprinkles a strange spice on some of the food and offers it to the genasi. "Ghostwater spice. It is highly valued by the dead, particularly wraiths. It allows the incorporeal to make physical contact with the corporeal. You may have some of my supply... if you do something for me."
The genasi has missed the material world very much, and would do most anything for some spice, as long as he is comfortable enough to do it. "Sure. I'm not dead, by the way. It will still work for me, right?"
"Of course. It doesn't matter what the creature is, as long as it is incorporeal. I've even seen a paranoid king use it because he wanted to stay ethereal during their elaborate feasts. It has many uses beyond food, of course, but use it sparingly, for it is very rare. Now, about our little deal...
I simply ask you to give me a name. I've forgotten mine, but I remember that it begins with E. If I hear my true name, I may remember the whole thing. Until then, I would like to hear the name you would like to use for me."
*Y'know what? It's the first day of October, I don't care if no one's on. I'm gonna do something special.*
The Black Door is closed.
A massive, cloaked figure is sitting outside with a massive, black and orange picnic blanket covered in a grotesque amount of amazing-smelling food.
The monster seems to be enjoying the autumn breeze. It takes a deep breath.
"Come, wayward Souls,
Who wander through the darkness,
There is a light for the lost and the meek.
Sorrow and fear
Are easily forgotten
When you submit to the call of the hearth..."
*Actually I just got on, I'll be here for a few minutes*
*lets say my air genasi followed the figure outside or something??*
*Sure.*
The abomination has put on a cloak that shrouds its massive figure, brought out all of its food to the yard, and is sitting among the plants.
It sprinkles a strange spice on some of the food and offers it to the genasi. "Ghostwater spice. It is highly valued by the dead, particularly wraiths. It allows the incorporeal to make physical contact with the corporeal. You may have some of my supply... if you do something for me."
The genasi has missed the material world very much, and would do most anything for some spice, as long as he is comfortable enough to do it. "Sure. I'm not dead, by the way. It will still work for me, right?"
"Of course. It doesn't matter what the creature is, as long as it is incorporeal. I've even seen a paranoid king use it because he wanted to stay ethereal during their elaborate feasts. It has many uses beyond food, of course, but use it sparingly, for it is very rare. Now, about our little deal...
I simply ask you to give me a name. I've forgotten mine, but I remember that it begins with E. If I hear my true name, I may remember the whole thing. Until then, I would like to hear the name you would like to use for me."
"Hmm, your true name. That would be nice." He just sits there, facing them. "I'll just call you Esper, then."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Y'know what? It's the first day of October, I don't care if no one's on. I'm gonna do something special.*
The Black Door is closed.
A massive, cloaked figure is sitting outside with a massive, black and orange picnic blanket covered in a grotesque amount of amazing-smelling food.
The monster seems to be enjoying the autumn breeze. It takes a deep breath.
"Come, wayward Souls,
Who wander through the darkness,
There is a light for the lost and the meek.
Sorrow and fear
Are easily forgotten
When you submit to the call of the hearth..."
*Actually I just got on, I'll be here for a few minutes*
*lets say my air genasi followed the figure outside or something??*
*Sure.*
The abomination has put on a cloak that shrouds its massive figure, brought out all of its food to the yard, and is sitting among the plants.
It sprinkles a strange spice on some of the food and offers it to the genasi. "Ghostwater spice. It is highly valued by the dead, particularly wraiths. It allows the incorporeal to make physical contact with the corporeal. You may have some of my supply... if you do something for me."
The genasi has missed the material world very much, and would do most anything for some spice, as long as he is comfortable enough to do it. "Sure. I'm not dead, by the way. It will still work for me, right?"
"Of course. It doesn't matter what the creature is, as long as it is incorporeal. I've even seen a paranoid king use it because he wanted to stay ethereal during their elaborate feasts. It has many uses beyond food, of course, but use it sparingly, for it is very rare. Now, about our little deal...
I simply ask you to give me a name. I've forgotten mine, but I remember that it begins with E. If I hear my true name, I may remember the whole thing. Until then, I would like to hear the name you would like to use for me."
"Hmm, your true name. That would be nice." He just sits there, facing them. "I'll just call you Esper, then."
*Sorry for the late reply, I was writing on the Backstory Guild*
"A fine name. Now, eat." A long, misshapen arm hands him a small tin covered in the powder.
*I am here...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A trial of blackened footprints in the grass leads to the back of the inn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rani sees them, and notices where they lead, and decides to go to the back by going around the other side of the inn.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"So this means that you can temporarily lift curses, no matter how powerful. Wow."
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
Rani sees a tall man standing perfectly still. He wears a blue-grey pinstriped suit over a rust-splattered gray jumpsuit. He carries a broken letter opener in his left hand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I can do anything, but my power is limited outside of the Attic."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh, happy spooky month, everyone!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*yeeessssss*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Still amazing, though."
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Hello! You lost or something?"
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
They turn, revealing the burn scars on their face, and some of the text on the jumpsuit: "...ford Asylum for t..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Y'know what? It's the first day of October, I don't care if no one's on. I'm gonna do something special.*
The Black Door is closed.
A massive, cloaked figure is sitting outside with a massive, black and orange picnic blanket covered in a grotesque amount of amazing-smelling food.
The monster seems to be enjoying the autumn breeze. It takes a deep breath.
"Come, wayward Souls,
Who wander through the darkness,
There is a light for the lost and the meek.
Sorrow and fear
Are easily forgotten
When you submit to the call of the hearth..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Actually I just got on, I'll be here for a few minutes*
*lets say my air genasi followed the figure outside or something??*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*Sure.*
The abomination has put on a cloak that shrouds its massive figure, brought out all of its food to the yard, and is sitting among the plants.
It sprinkles a strange spice on some of the food and offers it to the genasi. "Ghostwater spice. It is highly valued by the dead, particularly wraiths. It allows the incorporeal to make physical contact with the corporeal. You may have some of my supply... if you do something for me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The genasi has missed the material world very much, and would do most anything for some spice, as long as he is comfortable enough to do it. "Sure. I'm not dead, by the way. It will still work for me, right?"
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Of course. It doesn't matter what the creature is, as long as it is incorporeal. I've even seen a paranoid king use it because he wanted to stay ethereal during their elaborate feasts. It has many uses beyond food, of course, but use it sparingly, for it is very rare. Now, about our little deal...
I simply ask you to give me a name. I've forgotten mine, but I remember that it begins with E. If I hear my true name, I may remember the whole thing. Until then, I would like to hear the name you would like to use for me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hmm, your true name. That would be nice." He just sits there, facing them. "I'll just call you Esper, then."
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*Sorry for the late reply, I was writing on the Backstory Guild*
"A fine name. Now, eat." A long, misshapen arm hands him a small tin covered in the powder.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Happy spooky time!*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Happy spook! Also, I posted E's backstory to the Backstory Guild if you want to read that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels