Lore is in the kitchen. She is cooking jams and jellies and other preservatives and canning them whole humming to herself.
Oriel is starting controlled fires to get rid of the frost.
Theren waves at her from under a tree.
Oriel waves back "Good morrow Theren!" She says and kneels down, picking him up.
"How are you?" There says while sitting down and holding his guitar.
"Good" she said "trying to get rid of this frost"
"I mean its winter. Its supposed to freeze." Theren says. He looks rather ill-equipped for the weather. He is only wearing a short sleeve shirt and pants.
"Mn. Why are you dressed. Its freezing"
"Hm? Oh, well its not that cold I suppose. I've been out here since midnight so I guess I'm used to it?"
"How are you not freezing" she chuckles and sets him down
Theren shrugs. There is a blue twinge to his skin as he sits down and strums his guitar.
*sorry i take a little to respond. Im making a Warforge fighter who is part of a little internal world of mine called the Gale Alliance*
"Are you magically infused?" she askes
*all good*
"Nope. Just a ranger with a couple magical abilities." Theren says with a sad smile.
"Hm" she said with a chuckle "what do you specialize in?"
"Archery, hand to hand combat, some magic, swordsmanship, and music."
"Hm" she said, sounding pleasantly surprised
"Yep. Pretty average."
She smiles and blows out one of the fires she started with a grin "I do so enjoy music. Perhaps when you are free you could play me some?"
"Of course. I can play now if you want."
"of course" she said and smiled. Her body seems to shift into a pale blue skinned lion with spots of white that resemble clouds. A large mane of a cloudy substance forms around her next, like mist. Two large wings unfurl from her back and wrap around her sides like a cloak. A crown rises above her head like a circular disk of a sun. She curls up at Theren's feet and listens.
Theren clears his throat and starts to play. As he sings illusions match his song.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold; where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale And men they looked up with faces pale; The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon; The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him!
"Hm. A song of true legends prehaps?"
"Perhaps." Theren says with a mischievous smile.
She grins, baring her lion fangs at him. "You would be a good bard"
"I was in a band at one point."
'hm" she said with a chuckle. She rolls over and purrs happily
Theren watches while strumming his guitar.
"why do you do what you do?" She asked and rolled back over and ruffled her mane
"I sing for fun, fight monsters to protect people, and adventure for fun."
"lots of fun, not a lot of work" she jokes
Theren narrows his eyes. "Fighting monsters and being an adventurer for hire is work."
"mn" she says and chuckles
Theren sighs and lays down on the ground staring at the sky.
"if you are fulfilled in what you want to do then why are you still sad?" She asked
"I'm not really fulfilled I guess....so much I wanna do>"
"Like what?" She asked with a smile
"Mmmmm....obtain a long time girlfriend, go to the beach, fight my way to the 9th circle of hell. Lots of stuff." Theren says while staring at the sky.
Lore is in the kitchen. She is cooking jams and jellies and other preservatives and canning them whole humming to herself.
Oriel is starting controlled fires to get rid of the frost.
Theren waves at her from under a tree.
Oriel waves back "Good morrow Theren!" She says and kneels down, picking him up.
"How are you?" There says while sitting down and holding his guitar.
"Good" she said "trying to get rid of this frost"
"I mean its winter. Its supposed to freeze." Theren says. He looks rather ill-equipped for the weather. He is only wearing a short sleeve shirt and pants.
"Mn. Why are you dressed. Its freezing"
"Hm? Oh, well its not that cold I suppose. I've been out here since midnight so I guess I'm used to it?"
"How are you not freezing" she chuckles and sets him down
Theren shrugs. There is a blue twinge to his skin as he sits down and strums his guitar.
*sorry i take a little to respond. Im making a Warforge fighter who is part of a little internal world of mine called the Gale Alliance*
"Are you magically infused?" she askes
*all good*
"Nope. Just a ranger with a couple magical abilities." Theren says with a sad smile.
"Hm" she said with a chuckle "what do you specialize in?"
"Archery, hand to hand combat, some magic, swordsmanship, and music."
"Hm" she said, sounding pleasantly surprised
"Yep. Pretty average."
She smiles and blows out one of the fires she started with a grin "I do so enjoy music. Perhaps when you are free you could play me some?"
"Of course. I can play now if you want."
"of course" she said and smiled. Her body seems to shift into a pale blue skinned lion with spots of white that resemble clouds. A large mane of a cloudy substance forms around her next, like mist. Two large wings unfurl from her back and wrap around her sides like a cloak. A crown rises above her head like a circular disk of a sun. She curls up at Theren's feet and listens.
Theren clears his throat and starts to play. As he sings illusions match his song.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold; where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale And men they looked up with faces pale; The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon; The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him!
"Hm. A song of true legends prehaps?"
"Perhaps." Theren says with a mischievous smile.
She grins, baring her lion fangs at him. "You would be a good bard"
"I was in a band at one point."
'hm" she said with a chuckle. She rolls over and purrs happily
Theren watches while strumming his guitar.
"why do you do what you do?" She asked and rolled back over and ruffled her mane
"I sing for fun, fight monsters to protect people, and adventure for fun."
"lots of fun, not a lot of work" she jokes
Theren narrows his eyes. "Fighting monsters and being an adventurer for hire is work."
"mn" she says and chuckles
Theren sighs and lays down on the ground staring at the sky.
"if you are fulfilled in what you want to do then why are you still sad?" She asked
"I'm not really fulfilled I guess....so much I wanna do>"
"Like what?" She asked with a smile
"Mmmmm....obtain a long time girlfriend, go to the beach, fight my way to the 9th circle of hell. Lots of stuff." Theren says while staring at the sky.
"Sounds like a lifetime of work then" she said and huffed "romance, fighting, relaxation."
Lore is in the kitchen. She is cooking jams and jellies and other preservatives and canning them whole humming to herself.
Oriel is starting controlled fires to get rid of the frost.
Theren waves at her from under a tree.
Oriel waves back "Good morrow Theren!" She says and kneels down, picking him up.
"How are you?" There says while sitting down and holding his guitar.
"Good" she said "trying to get rid of this frost"
"I mean its winter. Its supposed to freeze." Theren says. He looks rather ill-equipped for the weather. He is only wearing a short sleeve shirt and pants.
"Mn. Why are you dressed. Its freezing"
"Hm? Oh, well its not that cold I suppose. I've been out here since midnight so I guess I'm used to it?"
"How are you not freezing" she chuckles and sets him down
Theren shrugs. There is a blue twinge to his skin as he sits down and strums his guitar.
*sorry i take a little to respond. Im making a Warforge fighter who is part of a little internal world of mine called the Gale Alliance*
"Are you magically infused?" she askes
*all good*
"Nope. Just a ranger with a couple magical abilities." Theren says with a sad smile.
"Hm" she said with a chuckle "what do you specialize in?"
"Archery, hand to hand combat, some magic, swordsmanship, and music."
"Hm" she said, sounding pleasantly surprised
"Yep. Pretty average."
She smiles and blows out one of the fires she started with a grin "I do so enjoy music. Perhaps when you are free you could play me some?"
"Of course. I can play now if you want."
"of course" she said and smiled. Her body seems to shift into a pale blue skinned lion with spots of white that resemble clouds. A large mane of a cloudy substance forms around her next, like mist. Two large wings unfurl from her back and wrap around her sides like a cloak. A crown rises above her head like a circular disk of a sun. She curls up at Theren's feet and listens.
Theren clears his throat and starts to play. As he sings illusions match his song.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold; where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale And men they looked up with faces pale; The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon; The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him!
"Hm. A song of true legends prehaps?"
"Perhaps." Theren says with a mischievous smile.
She grins, baring her lion fangs at him. "You would be a good bard"
"I was in a band at one point."
'hm" she said with a chuckle. She rolls over and purrs happily
Theren watches while strumming his guitar.
"why do you do what you do?" She asked and rolled back over and ruffled her mane
"I sing for fun, fight monsters to protect people, and adventure for fun."
"lots of fun, not a lot of work" she jokes
Theren narrows his eyes. "Fighting monsters and being an adventurer for hire is work."
"mn" she says and chuckles
Theren sighs and lays down on the ground staring at the sky.
"if you are fulfilled in what you want to do then why are you still sad?" She asked
"I'm not really fulfilled I guess....so much I wanna do>"
"Like what?" She asked with a smile
"Mmmmm....obtain a long time girlfriend, go to the beach, fight my way to the 9th circle of hell. Lots of stuff." Theren says while staring at the sky.
"Sounds like a lifetime of work then" she said and huffed "romance, fighting, relaxation."
"Yeah, but I have so little time to do it." Theren says with a sad sigh.
Lore is in the kitchen. She is cooking jams and jellies and other preservatives and canning them whole humming to herself.
Oriel is starting controlled fires to get rid of the frost.
Theren waves at her from under a tree.
Oriel waves back "Good morrow Theren!" She says and kneels down, picking him up.
"How are you?" There says while sitting down and holding his guitar.
"Good" she said "trying to get rid of this frost"
"I mean its winter. Its supposed to freeze." Theren says. He looks rather ill-equipped for the weather. He is only wearing a short sleeve shirt and pants.
"Mn. Why are you dressed. Its freezing"
"Hm? Oh, well its not that cold I suppose. I've been out here since midnight so I guess I'm used to it?"
"How are you not freezing" she chuckles and sets him down
Theren shrugs. There is a blue twinge to his skin as he sits down and strums his guitar.
*sorry i take a little to respond. Im making a Warforge fighter who is part of a little internal world of mine called the Gale Alliance*
"Are you magically infused?" she askes
*all good*
"Nope. Just a ranger with a couple magical abilities." Theren says with a sad smile.
"Hm" she said with a chuckle "what do you specialize in?"
"Archery, hand to hand combat, some magic, swordsmanship, and music."
"Hm" she said, sounding pleasantly surprised
"Yep. Pretty average."
She smiles and blows out one of the fires she started with a grin "I do so enjoy music. Perhaps when you are free you could play me some?"
"Of course. I can play now if you want."
"of course" she said and smiled. Her body seems to shift into a pale blue skinned lion with spots of white that resemble clouds. A large mane of a cloudy substance forms around her next, like mist. Two large wings unfurl from her back and wrap around her sides like a cloak. A crown rises above her head like a circular disk of a sun. She curls up at Theren's feet and listens.
Theren clears his throat and starts to play. As he sings illusions match his song.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold; where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale And men they looked up with faces pale; The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon; The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him!
"Hm. A song of true legends prehaps?"
"Perhaps." Theren says with a mischievous smile.
She grins, baring her lion fangs at him. "You would be a good bard"
"I was in a band at one point."
'hm" she said with a chuckle. She rolls over and purrs happily
Theren watches while strumming his guitar.
"why do you do what you do?" She asked and rolled back over and ruffled her mane
"I sing for fun, fight monsters to protect people, and adventure for fun."
"lots of fun, not a lot of work" she jokes
Theren narrows his eyes. "Fighting monsters and being an adventurer for hire is work."
"mn" she says and chuckles
Theren sighs and lays down on the ground staring at the sky.
"if you are fulfilled in what you want to do then why are you still sad?" She asked
"I'm not really fulfilled I guess....so much I wanna do>"
"Like what?" She asked with a smile
"Mmmmm....obtain a long time girlfriend, go to the beach, fight my way to the 9th circle of hell. Lots of stuff." Theren says while staring at the sky.
"Sounds like a lifetime of work then" she said and huffed "romance, fighting, relaxation."
"Yeah, but I have so little time to do it." Theren says with a sad sigh.
"I could help with that if you would like" she said
Lore is in the kitchen. She is cooking jams and jellies and other preservatives and canning them whole humming to herself.
Oriel is starting controlled fires to get rid of the frost.
Theren waves at her from under a tree.
Oriel waves back "Good morrow Theren!" She says and kneels down, picking him up.
"How are you?" There says while sitting down and holding his guitar.
"Good" she said "trying to get rid of this frost"
"I mean its winter. Its supposed to freeze." Theren says. He looks rather ill-equipped for the weather. He is only wearing a short sleeve shirt and pants.
"Mn. Why are you dressed. Its freezing"
"Hm? Oh, well its not that cold I suppose. I've been out here since midnight so I guess I'm used to it?"
"How are you not freezing" she chuckles and sets him down
Theren shrugs. There is a blue twinge to his skin as he sits down and strums his guitar.
*sorry i take a little to respond. Im making a Warforge fighter who is part of a little internal world of mine called the Gale Alliance*
"Are you magically infused?" she askes
*all good*
"Nope. Just a ranger with a couple magical abilities." Theren says with a sad smile.
"Hm" she said with a chuckle "what do you specialize in?"
"Archery, hand to hand combat, some magic, swordsmanship, and music."
"Hm" she said, sounding pleasantly surprised
"Yep. Pretty average."
She smiles and blows out one of the fires she started with a grin "I do so enjoy music. Perhaps when you are free you could play me some?"
"Of course. I can play now if you want."
"of course" she said and smiled. Her body seems to shift into a pale blue skinned lion with spots of white that resemble clouds. A large mane of a cloudy substance forms around her next, like mist. Two large wings unfurl from her back and wrap around her sides like a cloak. A crown rises above her head like a circular disk of a sun. She curls up at Theren's feet and listens.
Theren clears his throat and starts to play. As he sings illusions match his song.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold; where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale And men they looked up with faces pale; The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon; The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him!
"Hm. A song of true legends prehaps?"
"Perhaps." Theren says with a mischievous smile.
She grins, baring her lion fangs at him. "You would be a good bard"
"I was in a band at one point."
'hm" she said with a chuckle. She rolls over and purrs happily
Theren watches while strumming his guitar.
"why do you do what you do?" She asked and rolled back over and ruffled her mane
"I sing for fun, fight monsters to protect people, and adventure for fun."
"lots of fun, not a lot of work" she jokes
Theren narrows his eyes. "Fighting monsters and being an adventurer for hire is work."
"mn" she says and chuckles
Theren sighs and lays down on the ground staring at the sky.
"if you are fulfilled in what you want to do then why are you still sad?" She asked
"I'm not really fulfilled I guess....so much I wanna do>"
"Like what?" She asked with a smile
"Mmmmm....obtain a long time girlfriend, go to the beach, fight my way to the 9th circle of hell. Lots of stuff." Theren says while staring at the sky.
"Sounds like a lifetime of work then" she said and huffed "romance, fighting, relaxation."
"Yeah, but I have so little time to do it." Theren says with a sad sigh.
"I could help with that if you would like" she said
Lore is in the kitchen. She is cooking jams and jellies and other preservatives and canning them whole humming to herself.
Oriel is starting controlled fires to get rid of the frost.
Theren waves at her from under a tree.
Oriel waves back "Good morrow Theren!" She says and kneels down, picking him up.
"How are you?" There says while sitting down and holding his guitar.
"Good" she said "trying to get rid of this frost"
"I mean its winter. Its supposed to freeze." Theren says. He looks rather ill-equipped for the weather. He is only wearing a short sleeve shirt and pants.
"Mn. Why are you dressed. Its freezing"
"Hm? Oh, well its not that cold I suppose. I've been out here since midnight so I guess I'm used to it?"
"How are you not freezing" she chuckles and sets him down
Theren shrugs. There is a blue twinge to his skin as he sits down and strums his guitar.
*sorry i take a little to respond. Im making a Warforge fighter who is part of a little internal world of mine called the Gale Alliance*
"Are you magically infused?" she askes
*all good*
"Nope. Just a ranger with a couple magical abilities." Theren says with a sad smile.
"Hm" she said with a chuckle "what do you specialize in?"
"Archery, hand to hand combat, some magic, swordsmanship, and music."
"Hm" she said, sounding pleasantly surprised
"Yep. Pretty average."
She smiles and blows out one of the fires she started with a grin "I do so enjoy music. Perhaps when you are free you could play me some?"
"Of course. I can play now if you want."
"of course" she said and smiled. Her body seems to shift into a pale blue skinned lion with spots of white that resemble clouds. A large mane of a cloudy substance forms around her next, like mist. Two large wings unfurl from her back and wrap around her sides like a cloak. A crown rises above her head like a circular disk of a sun. She curls up at Theren's feet and listens.
Theren clears his throat and starts to play. As he sings illusions match his song.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold; where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale And men they looked up with faces pale; The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon; The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him!
"Hm. A song of true legends prehaps?"
"Perhaps." Theren says with a mischievous smile.
She grins, baring her lion fangs at him. "You would be a good bard"
"I was in a band at one point."
'hm" she said with a chuckle. She rolls over and purrs happily
Theren watches while strumming his guitar.
"why do you do what you do?" She asked and rolled back over and ruffled her mane
"I sing for fun, fight monsters to protect people, and adventure for fun."
"lots of fun, not a lot of work" she jokes
Theren narrows his eyes. "Fighting monsters and being an adventurer for hire is work."
"mn" she says and chuckles
Theren sighs and lays down on the ground staring at the sky.
"if you are fulfilled in what you want to do then why are you still sad?" She asked
"I'm not really fulfilled I guess....so much I wanna do>"
"Like what?" She asked with a smile
"Mmmmm....obtain a long time girlfriend, go to the beach, fight my way to the 9th circle of hell. Lots of stuff." Theren says while staring at the sky.
"Sounds like a lifetime of work then" she said and huffed "romance, fighting, relaxation."
"Yeah, but I have so little time to do it." Theren says with a sad sigh.
"I could help with that if you would like" she said
"Whaddya mean?"
She grins, her tail lashing. "I could make sure you never die" she said
Lore is in the kitchen. She is cooking jams and jellies and other preservatives and canning them whole humming to herself.
Oriel is starting controlled fires to get rid of the frost.
Theren waves at her from under a tree.
Oriel waves back "Good morrow Theren!" She says and kneels down, picking him up.
"How are you?" There says while sitting down and holding his guitar.
"Good" she said "trying to get rid of this frost"
"I mean its winter. Its supposed to freeze." Theren says. He looks rather ill-equipped for the weather. He is only wearing a short sleeve shirt and pants.
"Mn. Why are you dressed. Its freezing"
"Hm? Oh, well its not that cold I suppose. I've been out here since midnight so I guess I'm used to it?"
"How are you not freezing" she chuckles and sets him down
Theren shrugs. There is a blue twinge to his skin as he sits down and strums his guitar.
*sorry i take a little to respond. Im making a Warforge fighter who is part of a little internal world of mine called the Gale Alliance*
"Are you magically infused?" she askes
*all good*
"Nope. Just a ranger with a couple magical abilities." Theren says with a sad smile.
"Hm" she said with a chuckle "what do you specialize in?"
"Archery, hand to hand combat, some magic, swordsmanship, and music."
"Hm" she said, sounding pleasantly surprised
"Yep. Pretty average."
She smiles and blows out one of the fires she started with a grin "I do so enjoy music. Perhaps when you are free you could play me some?"
"Of course. I can play now if you want."
"of course" she said and smiled. Her body seems to shift into a pale blue skinned lion with spots of white that resemble clouds. A large mane of a cloudy substance forms around her next, like mist. Two large wings unfurl from her back and wrap around her sides like a cloak. A crown rises above her head like a circular disk of a sun. She curls up at Theren's feet and listens.
Theren clears his throat and starts to play. As he sings illusions match his song.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold; where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale And men they looked up with faces pale; The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon; The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him!
"Hm. A song of true legends prehaps?"
"Perhaps." Theren says with a mischievous smile.
She grins, baring her lion fangs at him. "You would be a good bard"
"I was in a band at one point."
'hm" she said with a chuckle. She rolls over and purrs happily
Theren watches while strumming his guitar.
"why do you do what you do?" She asked and rolled back over and ruffled her mane
"I sing for fun, fight monsters to protect people, and adventure for fun."
"lots of fun, not a lot of work" she jokes
Theren narrows his eyes. "Fighting monsters and being an adventurer for hire is work."
"mn" she says and chuckles
Theren sighs and lays down on the ground staring at the sky.
"if you are fulfilled in what you want to do then why are you still sad?" She asked
"I'm not really fulfilled I guess....so much I wanna do>"
"Like what?" She asked with a smile
"Mmmmm....obtain a long time girlfriend, go to the beach, fight my way to the 9th circle of hell. Lots of stuff." Theren says while staring at the sky.
"Sounds like a lifetime of work then" she said and huffed "romance, fighting, relaxation."
"Yeah, but I have so little time to do it." Theren says with a sad sigh.
"I could help with that if you would like" she said
"Whaddya mean?"
She grins, her tail lashing. "I could make sure you never die" she said
Theren turns his head and looks at her. "Oh. Well would that mess with my physical form at all?"
Theren turns his head and looks at her. "Oh. Well would that mess with my physical form at all?"
"I don't believe so. I have gifted mortals undeath many times to mess with the Raven queen and every other god who is against it.
"Oh ok..." Theren says while looking back at the sky.
"Would you like to become immortal?" she askes
Theren hesitates. "I...I dont know..."
"Its okay not to know" she said "You sounded like you weren't ready to die so thats why i offered"
Theren looks back at her and says "No one wants to die love."
"I cannot" she said and tilted her head
"Thats cause your a god."
She clicks her tongue "I am a Titan" she said "But you sounded upset when you said you had little left to live"
"I am...." Theren looks at her and sits up brushing grass out of his hair. "I've decided. You...can make me immortal."
"Are you sure?" she asked "If you do this, you cannot be killed but you can still be hurt" she said
(Basically you can never drop past 1 HP)
Theren nods. "Yeah..."
She forms back into her monstrous self and picks him up. She bares her fangs in a wide grin "well then, it is settled." she said as her 6 sets of eyes turned bright red and glowed as if an inner fire was trying to escape. Theren can feel himself being picked up, not by her still, but by the winds that swirl around him. He can feel something within him change, he feels stronger, more resilient.
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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
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"Mmmmm....obtain a long time girlfriend, go to the beach, fight my way to the 9th circle of hell. Lots of stuff." Theren says while staring at the sky.
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"Sounds like a lifetime of work then" she said and huffed "romance, fighting, relaxation."
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
"Yeah, but I have so little time to do it." Theren says with a sad sigh.
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"I could help with that if you would like" she said
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
"Whaddya mean?"
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She grins, her tail lashing. "I could make sure you never die" she said
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
Theren turns his head and looks at her. "Oh. Well would that mess with my physical form at all?"
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"I don't believe so. I have gifted mortals undeath many times to mess with the Raven queen and every other god who is against it.
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
"Oh ok..." Theren says while looking back at the sky.
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"Would you like to become immortal?" she askes
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
Theren hesitates. "I...I dont know..."
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"Its okay not to know" she said "You sounded like you weren't ready to die so thats why i offered"
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
Theren looks back at her and says "No one wants to die love."
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"I cannot" she said and tilted her head
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
"Thats cause your a god."
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She clicks her tongue "I am a Titan" she said "But you sounded upset when you said you had little left to live"
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
"I am...." Theren looks at her and sits up brushing grass out of his hair. "I've decided. You...can make me immortal."
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"Are you sure?" she asked "If you do this, you cannot be killed but you can still be hurt" she said
(Basically you can never drop past 1 HP)
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
Theren nods. "Yeah..."
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She forms back into her monstrous self and picks him up. She bares her fangs in a wide grin "well then, it is settled." she said as her 6 sets of eyes turned bright red and glowed as if an inner fire was trying to escape. Theren can feel himself being picked up, not by her still, but by the winds that swirl around him. He can feel something within him change, he feels stronger, more resilient.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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