11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
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A skeleton in black armor is attempting to extricate himself from a grave.
*oh shoot, I guess Rani would notice that :)*
Rani's eyes, which were closed, snap open at the sounds of the skeleton, and he looks over. "Hello! Pretty boring down there, isn't it? Want help?"
The skeleton's voice is breathless and whispery. "Yes."
"Sounds good." He jogs over, pushes some dirt out of the way, grabs the skeleton, and pulls up.
The dirt around him crumbles and the skeleton pops out of the hole. "Thank you. Now, I have some things back down there to grab. Would you mind fetching a rope?"
"Actually, I have a rope," he says, pulling one out from a small backpack.
The skeleton nods. "My name is Emmet Ix'Illyian, and I thank you for your help. Would you mind tying that end to a tree?"
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.
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.
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.
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.
A tall, handsome moon elf walks into the inn. He has silver and black scale mail with a forest green cloak and a pair of longswords. His shoulder-length brown hair is a little curly, and his deep, almost like pine needles at twilight, eyes scan the room and seem to be able to discern more about each person than he should. He smiles faintly, and walks to a table along one of the walls, ordering a light ale.
*Let me know if your character has truesight when you start interacting!*
*morning all! Repost from last night, and I know at least a couple of y'all will recognize one of my originals from End of the World!*
A tall, handsome moon elf walks into the inn. He has silver and black scale mail with a forest green cloak and a pair of longswords. His shoulder-length brown hair is a little curly, and his deep, almost like pine needles at twilight, eyes scan the room and seem to be able to discern more about each person than he should. He smiles faintly, and walks to a table along one of the walls, ordering a light ale.
*Let me know if your character has truesight when you start interacting!*
*morning all! Repost from last night, and I know at least a couple of y'all will recognize one of my originals from End of the World!*
Throden-Ihtros serves them the ale. “Who might you be?”
A tall, handsome moon elf walks into the inn. He has silver and black scale mail with a forest green cloak and a pair of longswords. His shoulder-length brown hair is a little curly, and his deep, almost like pine needles at twilight, eyes scan the room and seem to be able to discern more about each person than he should. He smiles faintly, and walks to a table along one of the walls, ordering a light ale.
*Let me know if your character has truesight when you start interacting!*
*morning all! Repost from last night, and I know at least a couple of y'all will recognize one of my originals from End of the World!*
Throden-Ihtros waves at them. “Who might you be?”
The stranger turns to look at them with a faint smile. His eyes still seem unnervingly perceptive, as though he can see the truth about anyone in the inn. "Oh, no one of much consequence, but you can call me Phantom."
*I have arriiiiiiiiived...*
The Baron is observing the people of the tavern
The Black Door is open, and it smells great inside.
August is, as always, avoiding interaction (maybe I should have thought a bit more about that character trait.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Emmet is reaching into the grave, attempting to fish out a few items.
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.
The skeleton nods. "My name is Emmet Ix'Illyian, and I thank you for your help. Would you mind tying that end to a tree?"
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.
*Just a clarification, is romance considered PG-13?*
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.
Due to the miraculous nature of timeskips, Emmet is also talking with the manticore.
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.
*Not unless you make it that way.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*👍*
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.
*Morning! Seems like its a slow day.... huh...*
*Say, anyone opposed to me making a more serious character?*
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
*Do your worst!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I just want to say, seeing these two posts adjacent to each other fills me with joy.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ok >:D*
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
E is singing from his attic, the voice deep and the tempo slow:
"Please come in…
From this place of sin…
Sit down and eat…
My little sweet…
Sound no alarms,
I mean no harm.
Be not afraid,
Your debts have all been paid.
Sit down, if you please,
For a feast you won’t forget.
Sit down, if you please,
For a meal you won’t regret..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Gwen is tapping her foot along to the beat
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*morning all! Repost from last night, and I know at least a couple of y'all will recognize one of my originals from End of the World!*
*asdfghjkl it's the ghost man!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Am I bothering you? Also, got to go soon and get my braces off*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Throden-Ihtros serves them the ale. “Who might you be?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*No, I'm just excited to see you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The stranger turns to look at them with a faint smile. His eyes still seem unnervingly perceptive, as though he can see the truth about anyone in the inn. "Oh, no one of much consequence, but you can call me Phantom."
*Had to go and look back at Phantom's stat block... oh boy, I forgot how powerful he is... lol.*