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."
“Mmm… most curious. Many humans don’t have such descriptive names. Where did you get it?”
He chuckles, and brushes his hair away from his ears, revealing himself even more to be an elf. "First, elf, but no offense taken. And second, I assure you that it's well-earned."
“Elves and humans are the same specifies, are they not?”
The Baron nods in agreement. "I haven't seen much of difference, although they usually insist otherwise."
He chuckles and a wry grin creeps across his face. "Considering I am far older than I look, especially by human standards, there most certainly is a difference." His eyes flash momentarily, and he grins again. "Second, how many humans have you seen that are able to do this?" With that, and a swirl of mist, he vanishes from where he was sitting.
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."
“Mmm… most curious. Many humans don’t have such descriptive names. Where did you get it?”
He chuckles, and brushes his hair away from his ears, revealing himself even more to be an elf. "First, elf, but no offense taken. And second, I assure you that it's well-earned."
“Elves and humans are the same specifies, are they not?”
The Baron nods in agreement. "I haven't seen much of difference, although they usually insist otherwise."
He chuckles and a wry grin creeps across his face. "Considering I am far older than I look, especially by human standards, there most certainly is a difference." His eyes flash momentarily, and he grins again. "Second, how many humans have you seen that are able to do this?" With that, and a swirl of mist, he vanishes from where he was sitting.
“All who knows how to misty step. When elves and humans marry, they produce Half-Elves. Now, can a half elf have children.”
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
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."
“Mmm… most curious. Many humans don’t have such descriptive names. Where did you get it?”
He chuckles, and brushes his hair away from his ears, revealing himself even more to be an elf. "First, elf, but no offense taken. And second, I assure you that it's well-earned."
“Elves and humans are the same specifies, are they not?”
The Baron nods in agreement. "I haven't seen much of difference, although they usually insist otherwise."
He chuckles and a wry grin creeps across his face. "Considering I am far older than I look, especially by human standards, there most certainly is a difference." His eyes flash momentarily, and he grins again. "Second, how many humans have you seen that are able to do this?" With that, and a swirl of mist, he vanishes from where he was sitting.
“All who knows how to misty step. When elves and humans marry, they produce Half-Elves. Now, can a half elf have children.”
Think. I didn't speak a word, move a muscle, or use any material components. Phantom's voice echoes in his mind.
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."
“Mmm… most curious. Many humans don’t have such descriptive names. Where did you get it?”
He chuckles, and brushes his hair away from his ears, revealing himself even more to be an elf. "First, elf, but no offense taken. And second, I assure you that it's well-earned."
“Elves and humans are the same specifies, are they not?”
The Baron nods in agreement. "I haven't seen much of difference, although they usually insist otherwise."
He chuckles and a wry grin creeps across his face. "Considering I am far older than I look, especially by human standards, there most certainly is a difference." His eyes flash momentarily, and he grins again. "Second, how many humans have you seen that are able to do this?" With that, and a swirl of mist, he vanishes from where he was sitting.
“All who knows how to misty step. When elves and humans marry, they produce Half-Elves. Now, can a half elf have children.”
"I would explain exactly why humans, elves, and even dwarves are the same, but I came here to avoid depressing talk."
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."
“Mmm… most curious. Many humans don’t have such descriptive names. Where did you get it?”
He chuckles, and brushes his hair away from his ears, revealing himself even more to be an elf. "First, elf, but no offense taken. And second, I assure you that it's well-earned."
“Elves and humans are the same specifies, are they not?”
The Baron nods in agreement. "I haven't seen much of difference, although they usually insist otherwise."
He chuckles and a wry grin creeps across his face. "Considering I am far older than I look, especially by human standards, there most certainly is a difference." His eyes flash momentarily, and he grins again. "Second, how many humans have you seen that are able to do this?" With that, and a swirl of mist, he vanishes from where he was sitting.
“All who knows how to misty step. When elves and humans marry, they produce Half-Elves. Now, can a half elf have children.”
Think. I didn't speak a word, move a muscle, or use any material components. Phantom's voice echoes in his mind.
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."
“Mmm… most curious. Many humans don’t have such descriptive names. Where did you get it?”
He chuckles, and brushes his hair away from his ears, revealing himself even more to be an elf. "First, elf, but no offense taken. And second, I assure you that it's well-earned."
“Elves and humans are the same specifies, are they not?”
The Baron nods in agreement. "I haven't seen much of difference, although they usually insist otherwise."
He chuckles and a wry grin creeps across his face. "Considering I am far older than I look, especially by human standards, there most certainly is a difference." His eyes flash momentarily, and he grins again. "Second, how many humans have you seen that are able to do this?" With that, and a swirl of mist, he vanishes from where he was sitting.
“All who knows how to misty step. When elves and humans marry, they produce Half-Elves. Now, can a half elf have children.”
Think. I didn't speak a word, move a muscle, or use any material components. Phantom's voice echoes in his mind.
*Alright... time to intro another old character...*
A figure flits between the shadows in the forest, almost seeming a part of them himself. During one brief moment, a perceptive observer may finally be able to glean some details about this stranger. He's a drow, with silver hair reaching down to his shoulder blades, deep ebony skin, and dark maroon eyes. He wears scale mail made from some dark metal, with a flowing deep purple cloak behind him. A rapier and shortsword are sheathed on his belt, with a hand crossbow holstered next to the shortsword. A large, ancient, and ornate longbow is slung over his back, the arms carved to remind someone of dragon wings. Several other smaller sheaths are visible, most likely for various daggers.
*Alright... time to intro another old character...*
A figure flits between the shadows in the forest, almost seeming a part of them himself. During one brief moment, a perceptive observer may finally be able to glean some details about this stranger. He's a drow, with silver hair reaching down to his shoulder blades, deep ebony skin, and dark maroon eyes. He wears scale mail made from some dark metal, with a flowing deep purple cloak behind him. A rapier and shortsword are sheathed on his belt, with a hand crossbow holstered next to the shortsword. A large, ancient, and ornate longbow is slung over his back, the arms carved to remind someone of dragon wings. Several other smaller sheaths are visible, most likely for various daggers.
*Alright... time to intro another old character...*
A figure flits between the shadows in the forest, almost seeming a part of them himself. During one brief moment, a perceptive observer may finally be able to glean some details about this stranger. He's a drow, with silver hair reaching down to his shoulder blades, deep ebony skin, and dark maroon eyes. He wears scale mail made from some dark metal, with a flowing deep purple cloak behind him. A rapier and shortsword are sheathed on his belt, with a hand crossbow holstered next to the shortsword. A large, ancient, and ornate longbow is slung over his back, the arms carved to remind someone of dragon wings. Several other smaller sheaths are visible, most likely for various daggers.
*Alright... time to intro another old character...*
A figure flits between the shadows in the forest, almost seeming a part of them himself. During one brief moment, a perceptive observer may finally be able to glean some details about this stranger. He's a drow, with silver hair reaching down to his shoulder blades, deep ebony skin, and dark maroon eyes. He wears scale mail made from some dark metal, with a flowing deep purple cloak behind him. A rapier and shortsword are sheathed on his belt, with a hand crossbow holstered next to the shortsword. A large, ancient, and ornate longbow is slung over his back, the arms carved to remind someone of dragon wings. Several other smaller sheaths are visible, most likely for various daggers.
He chuckles and a wry grin creeps across his face. "Considering I am far older than I look, especially by human standards, there most certainly is a difference." His eyes flash momentarily, and he grins again. "Second, how many humans have you seen that are able to do this?" With that, and a swirl of mist, he vanishes from where he was sitting.
“All who knows how to misty step. When elves and humans marry, they produce Half-Elves. Now, can a half elf have children.”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Think. I didn't speak a word, move a muscle, or use any material components. Phantom's voice echoes in his mind.
"I would explain exactly why humans, elves, and even dwarves are the same, but I came here to avoid depressing talk."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Sending. That or message)
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Eyyy, congrats. Wish i could do the same*
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
*Telepathy, lol*
Vivian is watching her do this curiously
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
*Anyone in the forest?*
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
The Baron is going to refresh the ritual that keeps the area shrouded in darkness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
she shakes her head, "Nope."
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
*Scent based perception check*
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
*Oh, for those who weren't here when the Baron came in, he performed a ritual in the graveyard to shroud the area within one mile in darkness.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Alright... time to intro another old character...*
A figure flits between the shadows in the forest, almost seeming a part of them himself. During one brief moment, a perceptive observer may finally be able to glean some details about this stranger. He's a drow, with silver hair reaching down to his shoulder blades, deep ebony skin, and dark maroon eyes. He wears scale mail made from some dark metal, with a flowing deep purple cloak behind him. A rapier and shortsword are sheathed on his belt, with a hand crossbow holstered next to the shortsword. A large, ancient, and ornate longbow is slung over his back, the arms carved to remind someone of dragon wings. Several other smaller sheaths are visible, most likely for various daggers.
*Scent based perception check*
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
*To be clear, dim light can still shine, just not sunlight of bright lights of any kind.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oop. That makes my latest introed character broken as [1gp]*
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The coppery scent of blood is laced in the forest
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