*If anyone wants to RP, I am being a silly Billy today.*
Stroth has, once again, drunk a suspicious amount of alcohol. She now lies on the rug-covered floor in the tavern, on her back, staring at the ceiling and giggling.
Shade comes running over and dives behind her laying as flat as she can get as Longtooth storms in
*If anyone wants to RP, I am being a silly Billy today.*
Stroth has, once again, drunk a suspicious amount of alcohol. She now lies on the rug-covered floor in the tavern, on her back, staring at the ceiling and giggling.
*Cool! I'm probably going to make some stats for the Eyeless Traitor as well.*
The two approach him, with Eyeless whispering something reassuring to Kiko as they do.
"Hello! Remember what I said about putting together a team? Well..." She gently gestures for Kiko to step up. Kiko seems somewhat nervous, but does speak up.
"Omori told me about Spectres and how she got her power from one, and I... I think I'd like to do the same thing. It might not directly help with my goal, but it would be more feasible for me to accomplish that goal if I had strength like she does. Could you help me with that?"
They tilt their head. "Of course, friend. What is your goal, though, in your own words? Spectre merges require the alignment of intent to be near-perfect. I know the basics, but tell me your intent in detail." They lean forward eagerly, knocking some coins off the table.
*If anyone wants to RP, I am being a silly Billy today.*
Stroth has, once again, drunk a suspicious amount of alcohol. She now lies on the rug-covered floor in the tavern, on her back, staring at the ceiling and giggling.
Shade comes running over and dives behind her laying as flat as she can get as Longtooth storms in
She looks over and giggles
"shhh!" Shade hisses at Stroth. "he is after me"
"W H Y?" She asks
Shade flicks her tail. "money i think."
Longtooth looks around and his eyes fall on Stroth who has Shade's tail sticking up from behind her like a submarine periscope
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A lizardfolk walks hauntingly into the tavern, eyes closed and stepping so lightly that he seems to glide as he walks. His black monk robes ripple as if in strong wind, and his ghastly white scales shimmer in the warm lantern light, both hands resting relaxed on a dark staff. This staff is made of Grymsycite, the necrotic alloy of Abyssaline and Augurite, and it's tipped with a black dragon hand clenched around a smooth red ball of Rub. The lizardfolk does not open his eyes when he places his order. He stealthily casts glibness and murmurs in a low raspy tone "1 pitcher of ale for no price." Persuasion 17
OOC: If persuasion rolls 14 or lower the spell glibness will change it to a 15, since it was cast earlier.
He turns to whoever is next to him and says "It's awfully cold outside, and thesmell of soil and rain has done nothing to remove the stench of death from my nose. Yet still I smell illness, it's intoxicating. I smell fear and weakness in this tavern."
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Check out Monach of the Realms forum game!As Djinni you'll know me, for I am your king. From void I have shaped thee, I've shaped everything. But please do not kneel, just look and behold, I rule you to heal and share stories untold. The mask that I wear is a crude one of glass, so your soul will repair if you glance at me fast. You'll pray that you know me, and I'll let your heart ring. I'm as strong as the world tree and I'll make your heart sing.
*Cool! I'm probably going to make some stats for the Eyeless Traitor as well.*
The two approach him, with Eyeless whispering something reassuring to Kiko as they do.
"Hello! Remember what I said about putting together a team? Well..." She gently gestures for Kiko to step up. Kiko seems somewhat nervous, but does speak up.
"Omori told me about Spectres and how she got her power from one, and I... I think I'd like to do the same thing. It might not directly help with my goal, but it would be more feasible for me to accomplish that goal if I had strength like she does. Could you help me with that?"
They tilt their head. "Of course, friend. What is your goal, though, in your own words? Spectre merges require the alignment of intent to be near-perfect. I know the basics, but tell me your intent in detail." They lean forward eagerly, knocking some coins off the table.
"I want to regain some semblance of who I was, take down the one who treated her like a puppet and me like a canvas, and after that... well, I'm not sure about after that, but I'll think of that when I get to be myself again."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*If anyone wants to RP, I am being a silly Billy today.*
Stroth has, once again, drunk a suspicious amount of alcohol. She now lies on the rug-covered floor in the tavern, on her back, staring at the ceiling and giggling.
the cat wanders over to her and meows
She sticks her tongue out at it.
it bats her face playfully
She closes her eyes "goawaaaaay"
It meows louder at her
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
A lizardfolk walks hauntingly into the tavern, eyes closed and stepping so lightly that he seems to glide as he walks. His black monk robes ripple as if in strong wind, and his ghastly white scales shimmer in the warm lantern light, both hands resting relaxed on a dark staff. This staff is made of Grymsycite, the necrotic alloy of Abyssaline and Augurite, and it's tipped with a black dragon hand clenched around a smooth red ball of Rub. The lizardfolk does not open his eyes when he places his order. He stealthily casts glibness and murmurs in a low raspy tone "1 pitcher of ale for no price." Persuasion 7
OOC: If persuasion rolls 14 or lower the spell glibness will change it to a 15, since it was cast earlier.
He turns to whoever is next to him and says "It's awfully cold outside, and thesmell of soil and rain has done nothing to remove the stench of death from my nose. Yet still I smell illness, it's intoxicating. I smell fear and weakness in this tavern."
*Hello, new person! Also, we use asterisks for OOC here, since it's slightly faster once you get used to it. It's cool to see people joining in on the roleplaying. Great intro, by the way.* *[You have earned Honor: Acceptance]* *[You will not escape this sentence]*
The figure beside him, an overweight man in a white suit and rabbit mask, chuckles. "Fear and weakness are the customary potpourri of the area. As for the smell of death, expect much of it. Many powerful entities lurk in this place, looking to kill the unwary."
The Seer has taken a break from rebuilding their manor, and is sitting outside.
(outside of the tavern?)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
They tilt their head. "Of course, friend. What is your goal, though, in your own words? Spectre merges require the alignment of intent to be near-perfect. I know the basics, but tell me your intent in detail." They lean forward eagerly, knocking some coins off the table.
"I want to regain some semblance of who I was, take down the one who treated her like a puppet and me like a canvas, and after that... well, I'm not sure about after that, but I'll think of that when I get to be myself again."
They reach into their chestmaw and pull out a Spectre soul. It looks like a radio made of flesh and blood. "This one might help. TRAUMA FM was a liar in life, but a brilliant one. He would imitate his idols until he became bored of copying their work and moved on to the next one. He once wore clothes of the wrong color, leading to his execution. He never learned from that mistake. He's an artistic genius in multiple mediums, and a quick learner, so he can essentially make dreams realities. The consequence, however, is that he is hopelessly romantic. Poetic justice would overjoy my friend. He has helped out many a dreamer and a killer before. I save him for people who really need some luck in artistic endeavors, and creating a new body certainly counts."
The Seer has taken a break from rebuilding their manor, and is sitting outside.
(outside of the tavern?)
*Yeah. She's out in the woods, though not super far from the Inn.*
Isaac is taking a hike in the woods
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*replying to Baalzeboop, but I won't quote since that makes it super long when it starts chaining*
The lizard folk turns and looks at you, still not opening his eyes. He points his head up and smell the air before saying "Indeed it is. I sense that by the end of this hour, someone will die in this very tavern." He taps his staff onto the ground, and a piece of black cloth appears in his hand. "I thought you might like to see this. It belonged to the grim reaper, back before I brokehim. Cheating death is not that hard for mortals with magic." He grabs the pitcher of ale and drinks it all at once, not stopping until it's empty and not seeming at all phased by drinking this much. "Do you wish to cheat death also? I can break the chains for you."
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Check out Monach of the Realms forum game!As Djinni you'll know me, for I am your king. From void I have shaped thee, I've shaped everything. But please do not kneel, just look and behold, I rule you to heal and share stories untold. The mask that I wear is a crude one of glass, so your soul will repair if you glance at me fast. You'll pray that you know me, and I'll let your heart ring. I'm as strong as the world tree and I'll make your heart sing.
"W H Y?" She asks
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 closes her eyes "goawaaaaay"
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
They tilt their head. "Of course, friend. What is your goal, though, in your own words? Spectre merges require the alignment of intent to be near-perfect. I know the basics, but tell me your intent in detail." They lean forward eagerly, knocking some coins off the table.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Shade flicks her tail. "money i think."
Longtooth looks around and his eyes fall on Stroth who has Shade's tail sticking up from behind her like a submarine periscope
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
A lizardfolk walks hauntingly into the tavern, eyes closed and stepping so lightly that he seems to glide as he walks. His black monk robes ripple as if in strong wind, and his ghastly white scales shimmer in the warm lantern light, both hands resting relaxed on a dark staff. This staff is made of Grymsycite, the necrotic alloy of Abyssaline and Augurite, and it's tipped with a black dragon hand clenched around a smooth red ball of Rub. The lizardfolk does not open his eyes when he places his order. He stealthily casts glibness and murmurs in a low raspy tone "1 pitcher of ale for no price." Persuasion 17
OOC: If persuasion rolls 14 or lower the spell glibness will change it to a 15, since it was cast earlier.
He turns to whoever is next to him and says "It's awfully cold outside, and the smell of soil and rain has done nothing to remove the stench of death from my nose. Yet still I smell illness, it's intoxicating. I smell fear and weakness in this tavern."
Check out Monach of the Realms forum game! As Djinni you'll know me, for I am your king. From void I have shaped thee, I've shaped everything. But please do not kneel, just look and behold, I rule you to heal and share stories untold. The mask that I wear is a crude one of glass, so your soul will repair if you glance at me fast. You'll pray that you know me, and I'll let your heart ring. I'm as strong as the world tree and I'll make your heart sing.
"I want to regain some semblance of who I was, take down the one who treated her like a puppet and me like a canvas, and after that... well, I'm not sure about after that, but I'll think of that when I get to be myself again."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It meows louder at her
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
(you open Yvonne?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Hello, new person! Also, we use asterisks for OOC here, since it's slightly faster once you get used to it. It's cool to see people joining in on the roleplaying. Great intro, by the way.*
*[You have earned Honor: Acceptance]*
*[You will not escape this sentence]*
The figure beside him, an overweight man in a white suit and rabbit mask, chuckles. "Fear and weakness are the customary potpourri of the area. As for the smell of death, expect much of it. Many powerful entities lurk in this place, looking to kill the unwary."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey everybody, I have come back from the Jester dimension, anyone want to rp?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Yep!*
The Seer has taken a break from rebuilding their manor, and is sitting outside.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*sure. wendigo bailed*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Who do you want from my roster?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*who do you have?*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
(outside of the tavern?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
They reach into their chestmaw and pull out a Spectre soul. It looks like a radio made of flesh and blood. "This one might help. TRAUMA FM was a liar in life, but a brilliant one. He would imitate his idols until he became bored of copying their work and moved on to the next one. He once wore clothes of the wrong color, leading to his execution. He never learned from that mistake. He's an artistic genius in multiple mediums, and a quick learner, so he can essentially make dreams realities. The consequence, however, is that he is hopelessly romantic. Poetic justice would overjoy my friend. He has helped out many a dreamer and a killer before. I save him for people who really need some luck in artistic endeavors, and creating a new body certainly counts."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yeah. She's out in the woods, though not super far from the Inn.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Isaac is taking a hike in the woods
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*replying to Baalzeboop, but I won't quote since that makes it super long when it starts chaining*
The lizard folk turns and looks at you, still not opening his eyes. He points his head up and smell the air before saying "Indeed it is. I sense that by the end of this hour, someone will die in this very tavern." He taps his staff onto the ground, and a piece of black cloth appears in his hand. "I thought you might like to see this. It belonged to the grim reaper, back before I broke him. Cheating death is not that hard for mortals with magic." He grabs the pitcher of ale and drinks it all at once, not stopping until it's empty and not seeming at all phased by drinking this much. "Do you wish to cheat death also? I can break the chains for you."
Check out Monach of the Realms forum game! As Djinni you'll know me, for I am your king. From void I have shaped thee, I've shaped everything. But please do not kneel, just look and behold, I rule you to heal and share stories untold. The mask that I wear is a crude one of glass, so your soul will repair if you glance at me fast. You'll pray that you know me, and I'll let your heart ring. I'm as strong as the world tree and I'll make your heart sing.
*Guys, I just ordered pizza for the first time. Why am I this adverse to phone calls.*
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