The Ghost states, rising their hand. The Lizardfolk sqauts, looking at the tielfling. "Davy, Jones?"? Do you need a pick up?
The voice seems to echo in her mind, not fully speaking, more like thoughts passing through
"I thought I was dead, might be if I'm right in think ye're a ghost. Dead or not a rum pick-me-up sounds useful." She shoves herself to sit up, her outfit a wreck, as is herself, wet and salty with seaweed resting over half her outfit. Her hazy eyes start waking up, and hazy isn't an exaggeration; they're foggy grey entirely.
You are alive, and in the land of the living, searider. I can grant you false-vigor, but that would be me possessing you.
Ihtros approaches, offering a hand
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Arrow eyes them back, playing it like Lance is the strange one here. Arrow circles Lance in air and holds an eyebrow up.
*could you roll insight Vs. Arrow's deception: 8 *
Insight: 18
*Sorry I missed this*
The aarocockra is clearly faking acting natural, this interaction hasn't been genuine from this bird, and they're pretending to act friendly to cover something.
*no worries*
he unsheathes his claws, growling a bit
"Aight aight." Their face fizzles and disguise self wears off, showing the aarocockra's real magpie-adjacent face and plumage. Their voice is notably more dull now as they fly just out of reach of Lance. "No need to be hasty, no one's gonna have fun. I'll cut to the chase, you see any Tiefling guy without a tail come around here? Wearing black-red?"
Arrow eyes them back, playing it like Lance is the strange one here. Arrow circles Lance in air and holds an eyebrow up.
*could you roll insight Vs. Arrow's deception: 8 *
Insight: 18
*Sorry I missed this*
The aarocockra is clearly faking acting natural, this interaction hasn't been genuine from this bird, and they're pretending to act friendly to cover something.
*no worries*
he unsheathes his claws, growling a bit
"Aight aight." Their face fizzles and disguise self wears off, showing the aarocockra's real magpie-adjacent face and plumage. Their voice is notably more dull now as they fly just out of reach of Lance. "No need to be hasty, no one's gonna have fun. I'll cut to the chase, you see any Tiefling guy without a tail come around here? Wearing black-red?"
"Nope."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh yeah, I'm some pseudo-angel thing due to you right? I forgot because I've just felt, mortal over my journey." He leans into Raphael, spaced out, staring into the fire. He seems dormant physically, and likely exhausted. I do remember your platonic love explanation though, so if that is relevant there's that.
"Each plane in the outer planes is made of a different set of ethics, and each have their own... denizens. So demons are spirits of chaos and evil, while celadrin are spirits of goodness and chaos. You're a Cleladrin, at least last time I checked. Anyway, you can vizulize the astral plane as the space between these realms, where no one ethics dominate, just pure planestuff waiting to be shaped." They say, still otherwise
*If you want Rax to be mortal, that's fine. I was oppoerating under the suspection that he was still a Cleladrin, a spirit of Aravandor, in the same way that Devils are from Hell*
*He is, it's just he's lived like a mortal over his time journeying, so he hasn't thought of anything like that except for no longer being a demon.*
"So basically the outer space of the material plane but for planes themselves? How do you know all these things anyway? How would I get this smart?" He looks up at Raphael's face, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
*Got it. Wanted to keep my notes straight*
"Yeah. Something along those lines, the gaps between planets. And um... well my original god was of wonder, so I was naturally curious." They say, blushing a bit, not used to the praise.
"Ah, well I guess I've learned over my time not, y'know, so is it just a thing over time?" Rax asks questions for the hell of it at this point, thinking aloud. He leans back into Raphael, watching the fire. He waves his hand at it and hums a little tune, making the fire go slightly green.
Arrow eyes them back, playing it like Lance is the strange one here. Arrow circles Lance in air and holds an eyebrow up.
*could you roll insight Vs. Arrow's deception: 8 *
Insight: 18
*Sorry I missed this*
The aarocockra is clearly faking acting natural, this interaction hasn't been genuine from this bird, and they're pretending to act friendly to cover something.
*no worries*
he unsheathes his claws, growling a bit
"Aight aight." Their face fizzles and disguise self wears off, showing the aarocockra's real magpie-adjacent face and plumage. Their voice is notably more dull now as they fly just out of reach of Lance. "No need to be hasty, no one's gonna have fun. I'll cut to the chase, you see any Tiefling guy without a tail come around here? Wearing black-red?"
"Nope."
"Of course." Not-thrilled, Arrow looks about the street, then reaches into their coat. "I'm Arrow, bounty hunter." They flip a silvered coin down at Lance, which has an Illusory Script cast on it to say 'Flip this and ask for a job to be done, and I'll see it done.'
The Ghost states, rising their hand. The Lizardfolk sqauts, looking at the tielfling. "Davy, Jones?"? Do you need a pick up?
The voice seems to echo in her mind, not fully speaking, more like thoughts passing through
"I thought I was dead, might be if I'm right in think ye're a ghost. Dead or not a rum pick-me-up sounds useful." She shoves herself to sit up, her outfit a wreck, as is herself, wet and salty with seaweed resting over half her outfit. Her hazy eyes start waking up, and hazy isn't an exaggeration; they're foggy grey entirely.
You are alive, and in the land of the living, searider. I can grant you false-vigor, but that would be me possessing you.
Ihtros approaches, offering a hand
"Nice to see I'm not down just yet." The pirate leans into her lean for Ithros' hand, expecting to grab a corporeal hand, otherwise setting up a fall if it isn't. "Who are ye?"
"Oh yeah, I'm some pseudo-angel thing due to you right? I forgot because I've just felt, mortal over my journey." He leans into Raphael, spaced out, staring into the fire. He seems dormant physically, and likely exhausted. I do remember your platonic love explanation though, so if that is relevant there's that.
"Each plane in the outer planes is made of a different set of ethics, and each have their own... denizens. So demons are spirits of chaos and evil, while celadrin are spirits of goodness and chaos. You're a Cleladrin, at least last time I checked. Anyway, you can vizulize the astral plane as the space between these realms, where no one ethics dominate, just pure planestuff waiting to be shaped." They say, still otherwise
*If you want Rax to be mortal, that's fine. I was oppoerating under the suspection that he was still a Cleladrin, a spirit of Aravandor, in the same way that Devils are from Hell*
*He is, it's just he's lived like a mortal over his time journeying, so he hasn't thought of anything like that except for no longer being a demon.*
"So basically the outer space of the material plane but for planes themselves? How do you know all these things anyway? How would I get this smart?" He looks up at Raphael's face, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
*Got it. Wanted to keep my notes straight*
"Yeah. Something along those lines, the gaps between planets. And um... well my original god was of wonder, so I was naturally curious." They say, blushing a bit, not used to the praise.
"Ah, well I guess I've learned over my time not, y'know, so is it just a thing over time?" Rax asks questions for the hell of it at this point, thinking aloud. He leans back into Raphael, watching the fire. He waves his hand at it and hums a little tune, making the fire go slightly green.
"Yeah, you can do some reading, but the nice thing is most extraplanars pick it up naturally." Raphael states, before turning to look at the fire. "Ooo, nice. Where did you learn that magic?"
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The Ghost states, rising their hand. The Lizardfolk sqauts, looking at the tielfling. "Davy, Jones?"? Do you need a pick up?
The voice seems to echo in her mind, not fully speaking, more like thoughts passing through
"I thought I was dead, might be if I'm right in think ye're a ghost. Dead or not a rum pick-me-up sounds useful." She shoves herself to sit up, her outfit a wreck, as is herself, wet and salty with seaweed resting over half her outfit. Her hazy eyes start waking up, and hazy isn't an exaggeration; they're foggy grey entirely.
You are alive, and in the land of the living, searider. I can grant you false-vigor, but that would be me possessing you.
Ihtros approaches, offering a hand
"Nice to see I'm not down just yet." The pirate leans into her lean for Ithros' hand, expecting to grab a corporeal hand, otherwise setting up a fall if it isn't. "Who are ye?"
As they touch Ihtros' hand, it seems like time stutters, as Ihtros possesses them *DC 13 Charisma check they resist*
Ihtros/Makaria stands up via Ihtros' willpower. The Lizardfolk moves the Tiefling slowly but surely to the Tavern, walking carefully not to meaningful harm
Ihtros' telepathy is much easier now, and is more like normal telepathy. I will let you go when you enter the tavern, searider
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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
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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He nods, getting up and grabbing a long sleeved shirt
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
You are alive, and in the land of the living, searider. I can grant you false-vigor, but that would be me possessing you.
Ihtros approaches, offering a hand
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Raphael closes their eyes. Did you get some of your grief out of your system?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Aight aight." Their face fizzles and disguise self wears off, showing the aarocockra's real magpie-adjacent face and plumage. Their voice is notably more dull now as they fly just out of reach of Lance. "No need to be hasty, no one's gonna have fun. I'll cut to the chase, you see any Tiefling guy without a tail come around here? Wearing black-red?"
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"A bit." he says, putting on the shirt
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nope."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
What can I do to help? Raphael asks, visibly still worried
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Ah, well I guess I've learned over my time not, y'know, so is it just a thing over time?" Rax asks questions for the hell of it at this point, thinking aloud. He leans back into Raphael, watching the fire. He waves his hand at it and hums a little tune, making the fire go slightly green.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*GTG*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Nothing."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Of course." Not-thrilled, Arrow looks about the street, then reaches into their coat. "I'm Arrow, bounty hunter." They flip a silvered coin down at Lance, which has an Illusory Script cast on it to say 'Flip this and ask for a job to be done, and I'll see it done.'
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Nice to see I'm not down just yet." The pirate leans into her lean for Ithros' hand, expecting to grab a corporeal hand, otherwise setting up a fall if it isn't. "Who are ye?"
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Okie dokes, I will be off for today folks, thx for chatting, cya!*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Raphael freezes up at that, immobile.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yeah, you can do some reading, but the nice thing is most extraplanars pick it up naturally." Raphael states, before turning to look at the fire. "Ooo, nice. Where did you learn that magic?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
As they touch Ihtros' hand, it seems like time stutters, as Ihtros possesses them *DC 13 Charisma check they resist*
Ihtros/Makaria stands up via Ihtros' willpower. The Lizardfolk moves the Tiefling slowly but surely to the Tavern, walking carefully not to meaningful harm
Ihtros' telepathy is much easier now, and is more like normal telepathy. I will let you go when you enter the tavern, searider
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*hello, people who post here*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*hello. I made a new tavern!*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
(evening)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*evening*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)