A tiny island has appeared in the nearby lake. The water around it has turned black. On top of the island stands a lizardfolk in fine clothes, looking at the inn with a telescope. They make a gesture. The island starts moving towards the inn.
A massive, winged shadow covers the island, and a large portion of the lake briefly before it vanishes.
*Repost, since I think you missed it. No worries if you did, though!*
*I didn't, but there wasn't much to respond to.*
The machine finally reaches the inn. A long boarding plank reaches down from the metal door as it opens. The lizardfolk is standing in the doorway, and begins walking down the plank, their face covered in thick layers of makeup, clearly meant to make them conventionally attractive. They look like they've reached peak humanoid health, just judging by their body alone. They spread their arms dramatically as they walk down the plank.
There's a sudden strong wind, and the sound of two massive wings flapping. The ground shakes slightly, and the four massive draconic footprints, each about a dozen feet across appear several hundred feet away from the machine and the inn. There's a sudden swirl of mist, and a handsome young male moon elf stands right in the center between each of the footprints, his hands casually resting on a pair of ornate longswords.
The lizardfolk cups their hands. Then they open them, revealing a strange, small, colorful creature with wings holding a piece of paper. The lizardfolk then blows on the creature, causing it to fly up to the elf and land in front of him, rolling out the piece of paper.
It's an ad for "the Maw," which appears to be the walking submarine.
*Sorry for leaving so suddenly! I'm back now. I'm gonna re-intro another character soon, since I really like them and only T-I has actually interacted with them.*
*Want to continue stuff with baron and the human?*
*Sure*
The Baron sets the man down gently. "Sorry, I was taking you to a significantly more experienced healer."
*Does the Baron have Truesight?*
*No, since I am evidently the only person who builds my characters like a character. I'm gonna fix that. Soon.*
*Oh, the drow is fully an actual PC. Nothing homebrew. Just because he's in darkness, you kinda need truesight or blindsight to see him right now.*
*Ah. Gloomstalker. I don't think Devil's Sight counts as darkvision, though.*
*Hmmm... not sure, but I'll allow it to work, lol. And you're right. Drow gloomstalker/scout multiclass. Seriously broken, especially in places of perpetual darkness... like you've made the surface right now!*
Sitting, crouched, on one of the branches of the tree the human is slumped against is a humanoid figure. A few strands of long silver hair sneak out of the hood of his deep purple cloak, and his hands reveal his skin to be a dark ebony. His eyes glow faintly with a deep maroon color. A shortsword and rapier are sheathed on his hips, with a hand crossbow holstered beside the shortsword. Several smaller sheaths are visible on his belt and legs, some occupied, all meant for various daggers and throwing knives. A large, ancient longbow is slung across his back, the arms carved to remind others of dragon wings.
Oddly enough, this stranger seems more curious than anything, and even a little concerned, for the safety of the human.
The Baron turns his head. "I'd prefer you'd come a bit closer."
*His scythe radiates a 10ft aura of dim light.*
*Gloomstalker is still invisible in dim light. Part of why it's so op.*
The figure chuckles, and he jumps the dozen or so feet out of the tree, landing perfectly, and moving with the grace of a hunting cat. Despite his obvious skill, he still isn't making any moves towards his weapons, nor is he acting threatening in the least.
"And I prefer to keep my distance. I helped him, and healed him myself, already, but I know no more about him than you do." He says, his voice smooth, and slightly melodic.
"Fair point. I realise that you have fewer magical wards on you than I do, so I respect your decision."
He laughs, and actually, surprisingly, lowers his hood, revealing himself as a handsome drow elf, probably only about 250 years old. "Indeed, although I've fought some rather powerful foes in my time." He says easily, not sounding arrogant or pretentious in the least. He said it so calmly and matter-of-factly, it's almost a little unnerving. "But you can tell why I prefer to stay to the shadows. Not many people view Drow favorably."
"It may not be a just opinion, but it is justified. I've seen what most groups of drow do. They've kidnapped many innocent balhannoths from my homeland. I am certainly glad you aren't one of them."
*Sorry for leaving so suddenly! I'm back now. I'm gonna re-intro another character soon, since I really like them and only T-I has actually interacted with them.*
*Want to continue stuff with baron and the human?*
*Sure*
The Baron sets the man down gently. "Sorry, I was taking you to a significantly more experienced healer."
*Does the Baron have Truesight?*
*No, since I am evidently the only person who builds my characters like a character. I'm gonna fix that. Soon.*
*Oh, the drow is fully an actual PC. Nothing homebrew. Just because he's in darkness, you kinda need truesight or blindsight to see him right now.*
*Ah. Gloomstalker. I don't think Devil's Sight counts as darkvision, though.*
*Hmmm... not sure, but I'll allow it to work, lol. And you're right. Drow gloomstalker/scout multiclass. Seriously broken, especially in places of perpetual darkness... like you've made the surface right now!*
Sitting, crouched, on one of the branches of the tree the human is slumped against is a humanoid figure. A few strands of long silver hair sneak out of the hood of his deep purple cloak, and his hands reveal his skin to be a dark ebony. His eyes glow faintly with a deep maroon color. A shortsword and rapier are sheathed on his hips, with a hand crossbow holstered beside the shortsword. Several smaller sheaths are visible on his belt and legs, some occupied, all meant for various daggers and throwing knives. A large, ancient longbow is slung across his back, the arms carved to remind others of dragon wings.
Oddly enough, this stranger seems more curious than anything, and even a little concerned, for the safety of the human.
The Baron turns his head. "I'd prefer you'd come a bit closer."
*His scythe radiates a 10ft aura of dim light.*
*Gloomstalker is still invisible in dim light. Part of why it's so op.*
The figure chuckles, and he jumps the dozen or so feet out of the tree, landing perfectly, and moving with the grace of a hunting cat. Despite his obvious skill, he still isn't making any moves towards his weapons, nor is he acting threatening in the least.
"And I prefer to keep my distance. I helped him, and healed him myself, already, but I know no more about him than you do." He says, his voice smooth, and slightly melodic.
"Fair point. I realise that you have fewer magical wards on you than I do, so I respect your decision."
He laughs, and actually, surprisingly, lowers his hood, revealing himself as a handsome drow elf, probably only about 250 years old. "Indeed, although I've fought some rather powerful foes in my time." He says easily, not sounding arrogant or pretentious in the least. He said it so calmly and matter-of-factly, it's almost a little unnerving. "But you can tell why I prefer to stay to the shadows. Not many people view Drow favorably."
"It may not be a just opinion, but it is justified. I've seen what most groups of drow do. They've kidnapped many innocent balhannoths from my homeland. I am certainly glad you aren't one of them."
He nods. "Indeed. I once was like them... and then my house fell. I turned from Lloth a long, long time ago."
A tiny island has appeared in the nearby lake. The water around it has turned black. On top of the island stands a lizardfolk in fine clothes, looking at the inn with a telescope. They make a gesture. The island starts moving towards the inn.
A massive, winged shadow covers the island, and a large portion of the lake briefly before it vanishes.
*Repost, since I think you missed it. No worries if you did, though!*
*I didn't, but there wasn't much to respond to.*
The machine finally reaches the inn. A long boarding plank reaches down from the metal door as it opens. The lizardfolk is standing in the doorway, and begins walking down the plank, their face covered in thick layers of makeup, clearly meant to make them conventionally attractive. They look like they've reached peak humanoid health, just judging by their body alone. They spread their arms dramatically as they walk down the plank.
There's a sudden strong wind, and the sound of two massive wings flapping. The ground shakes slightly, and the four massive draconic footprints, each about a dozen feet across appear several hundred feet away from the machine and the inn. There's a sudden swirl of mist, and a handsome young male moon elf stands right in the center between each of the footprints, his hands casually resting on a pair of ornate longswords.
The lizardfolk cups their hands. Then they open them, revealing a strange, small, colorful creature with wings holding a piece of paper. The lizardfolk then blows on the creature, causing it to fly up to the elf and land in front of him, rolling out the piece of paper.
It's an ad for "the Maw," which appears to be the walking submarine.
The elf raises an eyebrow, but picks up the sheet of paper, and starts making his way over to the inn, walking far faster than he should be able to. *60 ft movement speed. And not a monk.*
*Sorry for leaving so suddenly! I'm back now. I'm gonna re-intro another character soon, since I really like them and only T-I has actually interacted with them.*
*Want to continue stuff with baron and the human?*
*Sure*
The Baron sets the man down gently. "Sorry, I was taking you to a significantly more experienced healer."
*Does the Baron have Truesight?*
*No, since I am evidently the only person who builds my characters like a character. I'm gonna fix that. Soon.*
*Oh, the drow is fully an actual PC. Nothing homebrew. Just because he's in darkness, you kinda need truesight or blindsight to see him right now.*
*Ah. Gloomstalker. I don't think Devil's Sight counts as darkvision, though.*
*Hmmm... not sure, but I'll allow it to work, lol. And you're right. Drow gloomstalker/scout multiclass. Seriously broken, especially in places of perpetual darkness... like you've made the surface right now!*
Sitting, crouched, on one of the branches of the tree the human is slumped against is a humanoid figure. A few strands of long silver hair sneak out of the hood of his deep purple cloak, and his hands reveal his skin to be a dark ebony. His eyes glow faintly with a deep maroon color. A shortsword and rapier are sheathed on his hips, with a hand crossbow holstered beside the shortsword. Several smaller sheaths are visible on his belt and legs, some occupied, all meant for various daggers and throwing knives. A large, ancient longbow is slung across his back, the arms carved to remind others of dragon wings.
Oddly enough, this stranger seems more curious than anything, and even a little concerned, for the safety of the human.
The Baron turns his head. "I'd prefer you'd come a bit closer."
*His scythe radiates a 10ft aura of dim light.*
*Gloomstalker is still invisible in dim light. Part of why it's so op.*
The figure chuckles, and he jumps the dozen or so feet out of the tree, landing perfectly, and moving with the grace of a hunting cat. Despite his obvious skill, he still isn't making any moves towards his weapons, nor is he acting threatening in the least.
"And I prefer to keep my distance. I helped him, and healed him myself, already, but I know no more about him than you do." He says, his voice smooth, and slightly melodic.
"Fair point. I realise that you have fewer magical wards on you than I do, so I respect your decision."
He laughs, and actually, surprisingly, lowers his hood, revealing himself as a handsome drow elf, probably only about 250 years old. "Indeed, although I've fought some rather powerful foes in my time." He says easily, not sounding arrogant or pretentious in the least. He said it so calmly and matter-of-factly, it's almost a little unnerving. "But you can tell why I prefer to stay to the shadows. Not many people view Drow favorably."
"It may not be a just opinion, but it is justified. I've seen what most groups of drow do. They've kidnapped many innocent balhannoths from my homeland. I am certainly glad you aren't one of them."
He nods. "Indeed. I once was like them... and then my house fell. I turned from Lloth a long, long time ago."
"While I am sorry to hear that, I'm glad you've turned away from gods and demons. There isn't much true power in this world, but I assure you, binding yourself to another's will is a surefire path to your own destruction. I've witnessed it firsthand. Heck, I've caused that destruction at one point, and the people in charge weren't allowed to do anything about it because their superiors wouldn't let them."
A tiny island has appeared in the nearby lake. The water around it has turned black. On top of the island stands a lizardfolk in fine clothes, looking at the inn with a telescope. They make a gesture. The island starts moving towards the inn.
A massive, winged shadow covers the island, and a large portion of the lake briefly before it vanishes.
*Repost, since I think you missed it. No worries if you did, though!*
*I didn't, but there wasn't much to respond to.*
The machine finally reaches the inn. A long boarding plank reaches down from the metal door as it opens. The lizardfolk is standing in the doorway, and begins walking down the plank, their face covered in thick layers of makeup, clearly meant to make them conventionally attractive. They look like they've reached peak humanoid health, just judging by their body alone. They spread their arms dramatically as they walk down the plank.
There's a sudden strong wind, and the sound of two massive wings flapping. The ground shakes slightly, and the four massive draconic footprints, each about a dozen feet across appear several hundred feet away from the machine and the inn. There's a sudden swirl of mist, and a handsome young male moon elf stands right in the center between each of the footprints, his hands casually resting on a pair of ornate longswords.
The lizardfolk cups their hands. Then they open them, revealing a strange, small, colorful creature with wings holding a piece of paper. The lizardfolk then blows on the creature, causing it to fly up to the elf and land in front of him, rolling out the piece of paper.
It's an ad for "the Maw," which appears to be the walking submarine.
The elf raises an eyebrow, but picks up the sheet of paper, and starts making his way over to the inn, walking far faster than he should be able to. *60 ft movement speed. And not a monk.*
The lizardfolk does as well, but moving at an average speed.
*Sorry for leaving so suddenly! I'm back now. I'm gonna re-intro another character soon, since I really like them and only T-I has actually interacted with them.*
*Want to continue stuff with baron and the human?*
*Sure*
The Baron sets the man down gently. "Sorry, I was taking you to a significantly more experienced healer."
*Does the Baron have Truesight?*
*No, since I am evidently the only person who builds my characters like a character. I'm gonna fix that. Soon.*
*Oh, the drow is fully an actual PC. Nothing homebrew. Just because he's in darkness, you kinda need truesight or blindsight to see him right now.*
*Ah. Gloomstalker. I don't think Devil's Sight counts as darkvision, though.*
*Hmmm... not sure, but I'll allow it to work, lol. And you're right. Drow gloomstalker/scout multiclass. Seriously broken, especially in places of perpetual darkness... like you've made the surface right now!*
Sitting, crouched, on one of the branches of the tree the human is slumped against is a humanoid figure. A few strands of long silver hair sneak out of the hood of his deep purple cloak, and his hands reveal his skin to be a dark ebony. His eyes glow faintly with a deep maroon color. A shortsword and rapier are sheathed on his hips, with a hand crossbow holstered beside the shortsword. Several smaller sheaths are visible on his belt and legs, some occupied, all meant for various daggers and throwing knives. A large, ancient longbow is slung across his back, the arms carved to remind others of dragon wings.
Oddly enough, this stranger seems more curious than anything, and even a little concerned, for the safety of the human.
The Baron turns his head. "I'd prefer you'd come a bit closer."
*His scythe radiates a 10ft aura of dim light.*
*Gloomstalker is still invisible in dim light. Part of why it's so op.*
The figure chuckles, and he jumps the dozen or so feet out of the tree, landing perfectly, and moving with the grace of a hunting cat. Despite his obvious skill, he still isn't making any moves towards his weapons, nor is he acting threatening in the least.
"And I prefer to keep my distance. I helped him, and healed him myself, already, but I know no more about him than you do." He says, his voice smooth, and slightly melodic.
"Fair point. I realise that you have fewer magical wards on you than I do, so I respect your decision."
He laughs, and actually, surprisingly, lowers his hood, revealing himself as a handsome drow elf, probably only about 250 years old. "Indeed, although I've fought some rather powerful foes in my time." He says easily, not sounding arrogant or pretentious in the least. He said it so calmly and matter-of-factly, it's almost a little unnerving. "But you can tell why I prefer to stay to the shadows. Not many people view Drow favorably."
"It may not be a just opinion, but it is justified. I've seen what most groups of drow do. They've kidnapped many innocent balhannoths from my homeland. I am certainly glad you aren't one of them."
He nods. "Indeed. I once was like them... and then my house fell. I turned from Lloth a long, long time ago."
"While I am sorry to hear that, I'm glad you've turned away from gods and demons. There isn't much true power in this world, but I assure you, binding yourself to another's will is a surefire path to your own destruction. I've witnessed it firsthand. Heck, I've caused that destruction at one point, and the people in charge weren't allowed to do anything about it because their superiors wouldn't let them."
He shakes his head, almost a little sadly. "Turned from demons, yes. Gods? no. I'm a servant of Eilistraee, the Dark Dancer." He pulls out a mithral chain with a silver pendant on the end. It's a crescent moon with a sword overlaid it. "But if you mean organized faith, then no, I'm not a part of any faith-based organization."
*Sorry for leaving so suddenly! I'm back now. I'm gonna re-intro another character soon, since I really like them and only T-I has actually interacted with them.*
*Want to continue stuff with baron and the human?*
*Sure*
The Baron sets the man down gently. "Sorry, I was taking you to a significantly more experienced healer."
*Does the Baron have Truesight?*
*No, since I am evidently the only person who builds my characters like a character. I'm gonna fix that. Soon.*
*... You guys make builds? I just freestyle shi- I mean, stuff.*
*Sorry for leaving so suddenly! I'm back now. I'm gonna re-intro another character soon, since I really like them and only T-I has actually interacted with them.*
*Want to continue stuff with baron and the human?*
*Sure*
The Baron sets the man down gently. "Sorry, I was taking you to a significantly more experienced healer."
*Does the Baron have Truesight?*
*No, since I am evidently the only person who builds my characters like a character. I'm gonna fix that. Soon.*
*Oh, the drow is fully an actual PC. Nothing homebrew. Just because he's in darkness, you kinda need truesight or blindsight to see him right now.*
*Ah. Gloomstalker. I don't think Devil's Sight counts as darkvision, though.*
*Hmmm... not sure, but I'll allow it to work, lol. And you're right. Drow gloomstalker/scout multiclass. Seriously broken, especially in places of perpetual darkness... like you've made the surface right now!*
Sitting, crouched, on one of the branches of the tree the human is slumped against is a humanoid figure. A few strands of long silver hair sneak out of the hood of his deep purple cloak, and his hands reveal his skin to be a dark ebony. His eyes glow faintly with a deep maroon color. A shortsword and rapier are sheathed on his hips, with a hand crossbow holstered beside the shortsword. Several smaller sheaths are visible on his belt and legs, some occupied, all meant for various daggers and throwing knives. A large, ancient longbow is slung across his back, the arms carved to remind others of dragon wings.
Oddly enough, this stranger seems more curious than anything, and even a little concerned, for the safety of the human.
The Baron turns his head. "I'd prefer you'd come a bit closer."
*His scythe radiates a 10ft aura of dim light.*
*Gloomstalker is still invisible in dim light. Part of why it's so op.*
The figure chuckles, and he jumps the dozen or so feet out of the tree, landing perfectly, and moving with the grace of a hunting cat. Despite his obvious skill, he still isn't making any moves towards his weapons, nor is he acting threatening in the least.
"And I prefer to keep my distance. I helped him, and healed him myself, already, but I know no more about him than you do." He says, his voice smooth, and slightly melodic.
"Fair point. I realise that you have fewer magical wards on you than I do, so I respect your decision."
He laughs, and actually, surprisingly, lowers his hood, revealing himself as a handsome drow elf, probably only about 250 years old. "Indeed, although I've fought some rather powerful foes in my time." He says easily, not sounding arrogant or pretentious in the least. He said it so calmly and matter-of-factly, it's almost a little unnerving. "But you can tell why I prefer to stay to the shadows. Not many people view Drow favorably."
"It may not be a just opinion, but it is justified. I've seen what most groups of drow do. They've kidnapped many innocent balhannoths from my homeland. I am certainly glad you aren't one of them."
He nods. "Indeed. I once was like them... and then my house fell. I turned from Lloth a long, long time ago."
"While I am sorry to hear that, I'm glad you've turned away from gods and demons. There isn't much true power in this world, but I assure you, binding yourself to another's will is a surefire path to your own destruction. I've witnessed it firsthand. Heck, I've caused that destruction at one point, and the people in charge weren't allowed to do anything about it because their superiors wouldn't let them."
He shakes his head, almost a little sadly. "Turned from demons, yes. Gods? no. I'm a servant of Eilistraee, the Dark Dancer." He pulls out a mithral chain with a silver pendant on the end. It's a crescent moon with a sword overlaid it. "But if you mean organized faith, then no, I'm not a part of any faith-based organization."
*Sorry for leaving again, I have to take periodic breaks.*
"I don't believe in putting your life in the hands of someone who doesn't have your best interests in mind. If you have a god that cares about you, that's great. I've never even seen a temple to a good god, so I wouldn't know."
*Sorry for leaving so suddenly! I'm back now. I'm gonna re-intro another character soon, since I really like them and only T-I has actually interacted with them.*
*Want to continue stuff with baron and the human?*
*Sure*
The Baron sets the man down gently. "Sorry, I was taking you to a significantly more experienced healer."
*Does the Baron have Truesight?*
*No, since I am evidently the only person who builds my characters like a character. I'm gonna fix that. Soon.*
*Oh, the drow is fully an actual PC. Nothing homebrew. Just because he's in darkness, you kinda need truesight or blindsight to see him right now.*
*Ah. Gloomstalker. I don't think Devil's Sight counts as darkvision, though.*
*Hmmm... not sure, but I'll allow it to work, lol. And you're right. Drow gloomstalker/scout multiclass. Seriously broken, especially in places of perpetual darkness... like you've made the surface right now!*
Sitting, crouched, on one of the branches of the tree the human is slumped against is a humanoid figure. A few strands of long silver hair sneak out of the hood of his deep purple cloak, and his hands reveal his skin to be a dark ebony. His eyes glow faintly with a deep maroon color. A shortsword and rapier are sheathed on his hips, with a hand crossbow holstered beside the shortsword. Several smaller sheaths are visible on his belt and legs, some occupied, all meant for various daggers and throwing knives. A large, ancient longbow is slung across his back, the arms carved to remind others of dragon wings.
Oddly enough, this stranger seems more curious than anything, and even a little concerned, for the safety of the human.
The Baron turns his head. "I'd prefer you'd come a bit closer."
*His scythe radiates a 10ft aura of dim light.*
*Gloomstalker is still invisible in dim light. Part of why it's so op.*
The figure chuckles, and he jumps the dozen or so feet out of the tree, landing perfectly, and moving with the grace of a hunting cat. Despite his obvious skill, he still isn't making any moves towards his weapons, nor is he acting threatening in the least.
"And I prefer to keep my distance. I helped him, and healed him myself, already, but I know no more about him than you do." He says, his voice smooth, and slightly melodic.
"Fair point. I realise that you have fewer magical wards on you than I do, so I respect your decision."
He laughs, and actually, surprisingly, lowers his hood, revealing himself as a handsome drow elf, probably only about 250 years old. "Indeed, although I've fought some rather powerful foes in my time." He says easily, not sounding arrogant or pretentious in the least. He said it so calmly and matter-of-factly, it's almost a little unnerving. "But you can tell why I prefer to stay to the shadows. Not many people view Drow favorably."
"It may not be a just opinion, but it is justified. I've seen what most groups of drow do. They've kidnapped many innocent balhannoths from my homeland. I am certainly glad you aren't one of them."
He nods. "Indeed. I once was like them... and then my house fell. I turned from Lloth a long, long time ago."
"While I am sorry to hear that, I'm glad you've turned away from gods and demons. There isn't much true power in this world, but I assure you, binding yourself to another's will is a surefire path to your own destruction. I've witnessed it firsthand. Heck, I've caused that destruction at one point, and the people in charge weren't allowed to do anything about it because their superiors wouldn't let them."
He shakes his head, almost a little sadly. "Turned from demons, yes. Gods? no. I'm a servant of Eilistraee, the Dark Dancer." He pulls out a mithral chain with a silver pendant on the end. It's a crescent moon with a sword overlaid it. "But if you mean organized faith, then no, I'm not a part of any faith-based organization."
*Sorry for leaving again, I have to take periodic breaks.*
"I don't believe in putting your life in the hands of someone who doesn't have your best interests in mind. If you have a god that cares about you, that's great. I've never even seen a temple to a good god, so I wouldn't know."
He chuckles. "Neither have I, but I know the tenets of my goddess. She is more in line with my own heart than Lloth ever was. I just didn't know it, and, as much as anything, went through the motions before."
*Sorry for leaving so suddenly! I'm back now. I'm gonna re-intro another character soon, since I really like them and only T-I has actually interacted with them.*
*Want to continue stuff with baron and the human?*
*Sure*
The Baron sets the man down gently. "Sorry, I was taking you to a significantly more experienced healer."
*Does the Baron have Truesight?*
*No, since I am evidently the only person who builds my characters like a character. I'm gonna fix that. Soon.*
*Oh, the drow is fully an actual PC. Nothing homebrew. Just because he's in darkness, you kinda need truesight or blindsight to see him right now.*
*Ah. Gloomstalker. I don't think Devil's Sight counts as darkvision, though.*
*Hmmm... not sure, but I'll allow it to work, lol. And you're right. Drow gloomstalker/scout multiclass. Seriously broken, especially in places of perpetual darkness... like you've made the surface right now!*
Sitting, crouched, on one of the branches of the tree the human is slumped against is a humanoid figure. A few strands of long silver hair sneak out of the hood of his deep purple cloak, and his hands reveal his skin to be a dark ebony. His eyes glow faintly with a deep maroon color. A shortsword and rapier are sheathed on his hips, with a hand crossbow holstered beside the shortsword. Several smaller sheaths are visible on his belt and legs, some occupied, all meant for various daggers and throwing knives. A large, ancient longbow is slung across his back, the arms carved to remind others of dragon wings.
Oddly enough, this stranger seems more curious than anything, and even a little concerned, for the safety of the human.
The Baron turns his head. "I'd prefer you'd come a bit closer."
*His scythe radiates a 10ft aura of dim light.*
*Gloomstalker is still invisible in dim light. Part of why it's so op.*
The figure chuckles, and he jumps the dozen or so feet out of the tree, landing perfectly, and moving with the grace of a hunting cat. Despite his obvious skill, he still isn't making any moves towards his weapons, nor is he acting threatening in the least.
"And I prefer to keep my distance. I helped him, and healed him myself, already, but I know no more about him than you do." He says, his voice smooth, and slightly melodic.
"Fair point. I realise that you have fewer magical wards on you than I do, so I respect your decision."
He laughs, and actually, surprisingly, lowers his hood, revealing himself as a handsome drow elf, probably only about 250 years old. "Indeed, although I've fought some rather powerful foes in my time." He says easily, not sounding arrogant or pretentious in the least. He said it so calmly and matter-of-factly, it's almost a little unnerving. "But you can tell why I prefer to stay to the shadows. Not many people view Drow favorably."
"It may not be a just opinion, but it is justified. I've seen what most groups of drow do. They've kidnapped many innocent balhannoths from my homeland. I am certainly glad you aren't one of them."
He nods. "Indeed. I once was like them... and then my house fell. I turned from Lloth a long, long time ago."
"While I am sorry to hear that, I'm glad you've turned away from gods and demons. There isn't much true power in this world, but I assure you, binding yourself to another's will is a surefire path to your own destruction. I've witnessed it firsthand. Heck, I've caused that destruction at one point, and the people in charge weren't allowed to do anything about it because their superiors wouldn't let them."
He shakes his head, almost a little sadly. "Turned from demons, yes. Gods? no. I'm a servant of Eilistraee, the Dark Dancer." He pulls out a mithral chain with a silver pendant on the end. It's a crescent moon with a sword overlaid it. "But if you mean organized faith, then no, I'm not a part of any faith-based organization."
*Sorry for leaving again, I have to take periodic breaks.*
"I don't believe in putting your life in the hands of someone who doesn't have your best interests in mind. If you have a god that cares about you, that's great. I've never even seen a temple to a good god, so I wouldn't know."
He chuckles. "Neither have I, but I know the tenets of my goddess. She is more in line with my own heart than Lloth ever was. I just didn't know it, and, as much as anything, went through the motions before."
"It must be nice to serve an entity that you care for."
*Sorry for leaving so suddenly! I'm back now. I'm gonna re-intro another character soon, since I really like them and only T-I has actually interacted with them.*
*Want to continue stuff with baron and the human?*
*Sure*
The Baron sets the man down gently. "Sorry, I was taking you to a significantly more experienced healer."
*Does the Baron have Truesight?*
*No, since I am evidently the only person who builds my characters like a character. I'm gonna fix that. Soon.*
*Oh, the drow is fully an actual PC. Nothing homebrew. Just because he's in darkness, you kinda need truesight or blindsight to see him right now.*
*Ah. Gloomstalker. I don't think Devil's Sight counts as darkvision, though.*
*Hmmm... not sure, but I'll allow it to work, lol. And you're right. Drow gloomstalker/scout multiclass. Seriously broken, especially in places of perpetual darkness... like you've made the surface right now!*
Sitting, crouched, on one of the branches of the tree the human is slumped against is a humanoid figure. A few strands of long silver hair sneak out of the hood of his deep purple cloak, and his hands reveal his skin to be a dark ebony. His eyes glow faintly with a deep maroon color. A shortsword and rapier are sheathed on his hips, with a hand crossbow holstered beside the shortsword. Several smaller sheaths are visible on his belt and legs, some occupied, all meant for various daggers and throwing knives. A large, ancient longbow is slung across his back, the arms carved to remind others of dragon wings.
Oddly enough, this stranger seems more curious than anything, and even a little concerned, for the safety of the human.
The Baron turns his head. "I'd prefer you'd come a bit closer."
*His scythe radiates a 10ft aura of dim light.*
*Gloomstalker is still invisible in dim light. Part of why it's so op.*
The figure chuckles, and he jumps the dozen or so feet out of the tree, landing perfectly, and moving with the grace of a hunting cat. Despite his obvious skill, he still isn't making any moves towards his weapons, nor is he acting threatening in the least.
"And I prefer to keep my distance. I helped him, and healed him myself, already, but I know no more about him than you do." He says, his voice smooth, and slightly melodic.
"Fair point. I realise that you have fewer magical wards on you than I do, so I respect your decision."
He laughs, and actually, surprisingly, lowers his hood, revealing himself as a handsome drow elf, probably only about 250 years old. "Indeed, although I've fought some rather powerful foes in my time." He says easily, not sounding arrogant or pretentious in the least. He said it so calmly and matter-of-factly, it's almost a little unnerving. "But you can tell why I prefer to stay to the shadows. Not many people view Drow favorably."
"It may not be a just opinion, but it is justified. I've seen what most groups of drow do. They've kidnapped many innocent balhannoths from my homeland. I am certainly glad you aren't one of them."
He nods. "Indeed. I once was like them... and then my house fell. I turned from Lloth a long, long time ago."
"While I am sorry to hear that, I'm glad you've turned away from gods and demons. There isn't much true power in this world, but I assure you, binding yourself to another's will is a surefire path to your own destruction. I've witnessed it firsthand. Heck, I've caused that destruction at one point, and the people in charge weren't allowed to do anything about it because their superiors wouldn't let them."
He shakes his head, almost a little sadly. "Turned from demons, yes. Gods? no. I'm a servant of Eilistraee, the Dark Dancer." He pulls out a mithral chain with a silver pendant on the end. It's a crescent moon with a sword overlaid it. "But if you mean organized faith, then no, I'm not a part of any faith-based organization."
*Sorry for leaving again, I have to take periodic breaks.*
"I don't believe in putting your life in the hands of someone who doesn't have your best interests in mind. If you have a god that cares about you, that's great. I've never even seen a temple to a good god, so I wouldn't know."
He chuckles. "Neither have I, but I know the tenets of my goddess. She is more in line with my own heart than Lloth ever was. I just didn't know it, and, as much as anything, went through the motions before."
"It must be nice to serve an entity that you care for."
The lizardfolk cups their hands. Then they open them, revealing a strange, small, colorful creature with wings holding a piece of paper. The lizardfolk then blows on the creature, causing it to fly up to the elf and land in front of him, rolling out the piece of paper.
It's an ad for "the Maw," which appears to be the walking submarine.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It may not be a just opinion, but it is justified. I've seen what most groups of drow do. They've kidnapped many innocent balhannoths from my homeland. I am certainly glad you aren't one of them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods. "Indeed. I once was like them... and then my house fell. I turned from Lloth a long, long time ago."
The elf raises an eyebrow, but picks up the sheet of paper, and starts making his way over to the inn, walking far faster than he should be able to. *60 ft movement speed. And not a monk.*
"While I am sorry to hear that, I'm glad you've turned away from gods and demons. There isn't much true power in this world, but I assure you, binding yourself to another's will is a surefire path to your own destruction. I've witnessed it firsthand. Heck, I've caused that destruction at one point, and the people in charge weren't allowed to do anything about it because their superiors wouldn't let them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The lizardfolk does as well, but moving at an average speed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He shakes his head, almost a little sadly. "Turned from demons, yes. Gods? no. I'm a servant of Eilistraee, the Dark Dancer." He pulls out a mithral chain with a silver pendant on the end. It's a crescent moon with a sword overlaid it. "But if you mean organized faith, then no, I'm not a part of any faith-based organization."
*Hello!*
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
*... You guys make builds? I just freestyle shi- I mean, stuff.*
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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
*Awww.... Well, only have two of my characters on here right now, anyways: Phantom and Yazrin, lol.*
*Sorry for leaving again, I have to take periodic breaks.*
"I don't believe in putting your life in the hands of someone who doesn't have your best interests in mind. If you have a god that cares about you, that's great. I've never even seen a temple to a good god, so I wouldn't know."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles. "Neither have I, but I know the tenets of my goddess. She is more in line with my own heart than Lloth ever was. I just didn't know it, and, as much as anything, went through the motions before."
The well-dressed lizardfolk is at the bar, mixing drinks with the flair of a professional, and paying for them themselves.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*:D*
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
"It must be nice to serve an entity that you care for."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Joshua is jogging. He had just fed on a young female a few minutes ago and was back to full strength.
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 smiles slightly, and nods. "Indeed it is."
*Can I get a
n amendescription?*Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels