Xan is outside. He is walking around, poking plants and rocks that he finds interesting. He has his short blonde hair tied back in a tiny ponytail. He occasionally burns any plant he dislikes.
Stroth is hunting a wyvern that circles them in the sky. They have doned a large black metal bow and thick shadowy arrows.
Kelipso is training outside. Gordon watches as the tiefling jumps around, using the trees to his advantage.
A human with glasses, blonde hair, and wearing all black documents this in a journal.
Kelipso narrows his eyes at them. Gordon looks over and tilts his fluffy head.
The human gives a nervous wave.
Kelipso gives a small wave back "Uh hi?"
"H-hi! My name is Osmar. Sorry if I disturbed your training session. I didnt mean to."
"No no... its fine" he said and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Gordon trots over, getting much bigger the closer her gets.
*What is Gordon?*
"Oh ok. Sorry if this seems weird. I just document everything down that I come across."
*Winter wolf with the alignment of Neutral Good*
"Nah its fine" He says and tilts his head
*Ight*
Osmar looks over at Gordon and gasps with delight. He immediately starts to write in his journal.
Gordon whimpers a bit at Osmars exictment (English failed me_
"Oh sorry buddy. Didnt mean to frighten ya." Osmar says while drawing Gordon.
Kelipso chuckles a bit and fixes their tunic "Its ok, he just needs to get to know people" he said.
Osmar closes his journal and stows it in a bag. He holds out his hand palm up to Gordon. "Heya buddy. I'm not gonna hurt ya."
Gordon lets out a loud snort as he sniffs Osmar's hand. The winter wolf shakes his fluffy white fur before bopping his head against osmars hand
Osmar lets out a boyish giggle before giving the wolf chin scratches. "This is so cool!"
The huge winter wolf flops over on him like a ton of boulders
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Raphael is thinking about their angelhood, while cleaning up the tavern *If you want Wendigo, Raphael can bring Lore over*
Throden-Ihtros is making some marination sauce
[might intro someone here. Anyone want someone?]
Xan is in the rafters of the tavern. He is dressed in a black hoodie, a grey tank-top, black high-waisted jeans, and fuzzy bear-claw slippers. He is watching people like a lazy cat.
Lore is upstairs. Amongst the piles of jars holding herbs or small objects, amongst the random spirits or awakened animals, is a tired tiefling who is curled up next to a fire in the fireplace with nicky, elmo, and a swarm of others dogs.
Throden-Ihtros look up to Xan. "Who are you? Why are you loitering?"
Raphael walks upstairs, now in a '24,820,580,182,408,019th celestial-con' sweater. They knock on Lore's door
Xan looks down and sticks out his tongue in attempts to mock them.
*-WhEeZe-*
Lore wakes up, the dogs freak out from her sudden jump that they all scatter in random directions. Books, magical items, and different objects fall to the ground in a clatter. "Coming! Coming!" She says and summons two unseen servants to pick up the mess as she pokes her head out her door. She peers down at Raphael and smiles "hey there!"
Throden-Ihtros tilts their head, confused. "Please, elaborate."
Raphael chuckling, at both Lore's joy and the rooms' cluttered-ness. "Why hello. How are you?" She asks, shifting to a songbird and hopping on Lore's head. It is so nice to see you again
Xan rolls his eyes and jumps down "A way to show you I don't care" he said and smirked.
"Good I suppose" she said and grinned from horn to horn. Two dogs ran out from the room and down the stairs. Lore sighed "they'll be back up later for food" she said and ran a hand through her hair "And its nice to see you again love. Sorry about me disappearing so often. I've been trying out new spells, seeing if I want to keep them or if they are useless to me"
"Ah, understood. May I have a name?"
I could try to help you... At least organize your room. Something like that. They reply, chirping a simple song as they survey the room
an angry groan from Xan is heard as he rolls his eyes "My name is Xan" he said.
"Its fine" she said "right now I need coffee or something of that nature" she said and chuckled
"Throden-Ihtros. Am I bothering you?"
I can go get that then *1. Raphael art. 2. We might want to move some stuff over to PMs*
Xan is outside. He is walking around, poking plants and rocks that he finds interesting. He has his short blonde hair tied back in a tiny ponytail. He occasionally burns any plant he dislikes.
Stroth is hunting a wyvern that circles them in the sky. They have doned a large black metal bow and thick shadowy arrows.
Kelipso is training outside. Gordon watches as the tiefling jumps around, using the trees to his advantage.
A human with glasses, blonde hair, and wearing all black documents this in a journal.
Kelipso narrows his eyes at them. Gordon looks over and tilts his fluffy head.
The human gives a nervous wave.
Kelipso gives a small wave back "Uh hi?"
"H-hi! My name is Osmar. Sorry if I disturbed your training session. I didnt mean to."
"No no... its fine" he said and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Gordon trots over, getting much bigger the closer her gets.
*What is Gordon?*
"Oh ok. Sorry if this seems weird. I just document everything down that I come across."
*Winter wolf with the alignment of Neutral Good*
"Nah its fine" He says and tilts his head
*Ight*
Osmar looks over at Gordon and gasps with delight. He immediately starts to write in his journal.
Gordon whimpers a bit at Osmars exictment (English failed me_
"Oh sorry buddy. Didnt mean to frighten ya." Osmar says while drawing Gordon.
Kelipso chuckles a bit and fixes their tunic "Its ok, he just needs to get to know people" he said.
Osmar closes his journal and stows it in a bag. He holds out his hand palm up to Gordon. "Heya buddy. I'm not gonna hurt ya."
Gordon lets out a loud snort as he sniffs Osmar's hand. The winter wolf shakes his fluffy white fur before bopping his head against osmars hand
Osmar lets out a boyish giggle before giving the wolf chin scratches. "This is so cool!"
The huge winter wolf flops over on him like a ton of boulders
Osmar laughs even harder as he does his best to give the wolf belly rubs. "Howd you two become friends?"
*THATS IT, ITS TOO HAPPY IN HERE. THERE NEEDS TO BE A VILLIAN*
From the woods, all the animals scatter, the trees seem to shudder as it passes by, flower seem to droop down to avoid its gaze. A floating mass of flesh with 9 eyes floats forward, its mottled grey and green skin is like a rock with moss growing on it, Its huge violet eye in the center of its face glances around quickly, its other tiny eyes waver around on segmented eye stalks that have fancy rings and bracelets of all metals and jewels on it. Its grumbling mouth is filled with thick sharp teeth that seem to forever be in a permanent grimace.
This was Friendel Nagash. Beholder artist; painter, sculptor, etc that lived in Quarion, worked in Quarion, and is now here.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*THATS IT, ITS TOO HAPPY IN HERE. THERE NEEDS TO BE A VILLIAN*
From the woods, all the animals scatter, the trees seem to shudder as it passes by, flower seem to droop down to avoid its gaze. A floating mass of flesh with 9 eyes floats forward, its mottled grey and green skin is like a rock with moss growing on it, Its huge violet eye in the center of its face glances around quickly, its other tiny eyes waver around on segmented eye stalks that have fancy rings and bracelets of all metals and jewels on it. Its grumbling mouth is filled with thick sharp teeth that seem to forever be in a permanent grimace.
This was Friendel Nagash. Beholder artist; painter, sculptor, etc that lived in Quarion, worked in Quarion, and is now here.
*I wanna do something but none of my characters are nearby*
*THATS IT, ITS TOO HAPPY IN HERE. THERE NEEDS TO BE A VILLIAN*
From the woods, all the animals scatter, the trees seem to shudder as it passes by, flower seem to droop down to avoid its gaze. A floating mass of flesh with 9 eyes floats forward, its mottled grey and green skin is like a rock with moss growing on it, Its huge violet eye in the center of its face glances around quickly, its other tiny eyes waver around on segmented eye stalks that have fancy rings and bracelets of all metals and jewels on it. Its grumbling mouth is filled with thick sharp teeth that seem to forever be in a permanent grimace.
This was Friendel Nagash. Beholder artist; painter, sculptor, etc that lived in Quarion, worked in Quarion, and is now here.
Ihtros watches them. Whom are you?
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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
*THATS IT, ITS TOO HAPPY IN HERE. THERE NEEDS TO BE A VILLIAN*
From the woods, all the animals scatter, the trees seem to shudder as it passes by, flower seem to droop down to avoid its gaze. A floating mass of flesh with 9 eyes floats forward, its mottled grey and green skin is like a rock with moss growing on it, Its huge violet eye in the center of its face glances around quickly, its other tiny eyes waver around on segmented eye stalks that have fancy rings and bracelets of all metals and jewels on it. Its grumbling mouth is filled with thick sharp teeth that seem to forever be in a permanent grimace.
This was Friendel Nagash. Beholder artist; painter, sculptor, etc that lived in Quarion, worked in Quarion, and is now here.
*I wanna do something but none of my characters are nearby*
The beholder floats inside, a grumpy mess. 3 minions follow it at its.... well... floating under-orb.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Xan is outside. He is walking around, poking plants and rocks that he finds interesting. He has his short blonde hair tied back in a tiny ponytail. He occasionally burns any plant he dislikes.
Stroth is hunting a wyvern that circles them in the sky. They have doned a large black metal bow and thick shadowy arrows.
Kelipso is training outside. Gordon watches as the tiefling jumps around, using the trees to his advantage.
A human with glasses, blonde hair, and wearing all black documents this in a journal.
Kelipso narrows his eyes at them. Gordon looks over and tilts his fluffy head.
The human gives a nervous wave.
Kelipso gives a small wave back "Uh hi?"
"H-hi! My name is Osmar. Sorry if I disturbed your training session. I didnt mean to."
"No no... its fine" he said and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Gordon trots over, getting much bigger the closer her gets.
*What is Gordon?*
"Oh ok. Sorry if this seems weird. I just document everything down that I come across."
*Winter wolf with the alignment of Neutral Good*
"Nah its fine" He says and tilts his head
*Ight*
Osmar looks over at Gordon and gasps with delight. He immediately starts to write in his journal.
Gordon whimpers a bit at Osmars exictment (English failed me_
"Oh sorry buddy. Didnt mean to frighten ya." Osmar says while drawing Gordon.
Kelipso chuckles a bit and fixes their tunic "Its ok, he just needs to get to know people" he said.
Osmar closes his journal and stows it in a bag. He holds out his hand palm up to Gordon. "Heya buddy. I'm not gonna hurt ya."
Gordon lets out a loud snort as he sniffs Osmar's hand. The winter wolf shakes his fluffy white fur before bopping his head against osmars hand
Osmar lets out a boyish giggle before giving the wolf chin scratches. "This is so cool!"
The huge winter wolf flops over on him like a ton of boulders
Osmar laughs even harder as he does his best to give the wolf belly rubs. "Howd you two become friends?"
*THATS IT, ITS TOO HAPPY IN HERE. THERE NEEDS TO BE A VILLIAN*
From the woods, all the animals scatter, the trees seem to shudder as it passes by, flower seem to droop down to avoid its gaze. A floating mass of flesh with 9 eyes floats forward, its mottled grey and green skin is like a rock with moss growing on it, Its huge violet eye in the center of its face glances around quickly, its other tiny eyes waver around on segmented eye stalks that have fancy rings and bracelets of all metals and jewels on it. Its grumbling mouth is filled with thick sharp teeth that seem to forever be in a permanent grimace.
This was Friendel Nagash. Beholder artist; painter, sculptor, etc that lived in Quarion, worked in Quarion, and is now here.
Ihtros watches them. Whom are you?
"I am Friendel Nagash!! The great artist!!" It said, its eye starting at them through a narrowed gaze.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Xan is outside. He is walking around, poking plants and rocks that he finds interesting. He has his short blonde hair tied back in a tiny ponytail. He occasionally burns any plant he dislikes.
Stroth is hunting a wyvern that circles them in the sky. They have doned a large black metal bow and thick shadowy arrows.
Kelipso is training outside. Gordon watches as the tiefling jumps around, using the trees to his advantage.
*Aw, goodbye, Harbor.*
*hm... ye let's get this started.*
Something throws a rock on his foot from some bushes.
*Nope harbors still here but i spun a wheeeeeeeeeel*
Stroth spins around, letting his guard down from the wyvern.
*Stroth was reincarnated as a female with long, wavy blonde hair, pale skin, same glowing orange eyes, and a muscular build*
*Oh dang, Zylna prob wouldn't even recognize him, then. Retcon that rock throw, then.*
A short figure with eyes that glow yellow in the shadows sit in a tree, watching Stroth hunt the wyvern.
*She would notice the same glowing eyes because stroth had those as well lol*
Stroth aims the arrow and shoots it upwards, it explodes like a black firework.
*Ye, but that's not something Zylna has particularly looked at yet.*
This only prompts a blink from the figure.
Stroth looks back down to nock another arrow to the bow, making eye contact with Zylna. They suddenly gasp and grin like a chesire cat.
Zylna is still watching the Wyvern fly around.
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Xan is sleeping on the couch in the main room, bundled up in soft clothing so he cam ignore people.
A thin orange tabby cat with four tails and deep purple eyes is curled up on a stool. Their tails flicks happily as they doze.
Lore is outside, hunting for herbs. Her dogs run around, doing whatever they want nut keeping close to her.
A lizardfolk is nearby her, which she may or may not notice depending on passive perception
(19)
They'd sorta notice that something not of an average humanoid is nearby
Lore twists around with a confused look on her face
She, presuming a tree isn't blocking, would see a lizardfolk with a skull over their face of some other reptile, picking herbs not even 10ft away
Lore tilts her head and watches it. She makes mental notes of it.
Its shoving certain herbs into its pouch while just sorta tossing others away, muttering something in draconic about them being 'too far past'
"If ye are looking for fresh herbs, i keep a garden" she said out loud
It quickly looks over, having been startled, "Vactek! You startled me," He says, before recovering, "Yes, i guess that would be nice."
Lore nods and waves for him to follow
Versel flips up the skull over his face, following behind
Lore takes him to a room upstairs that has a big teleportation circle in the middle.
"You have room here?" He asks on the way, before being amazed at the circle
"Well yes, a demiplane kinda" she said and pointed to the circle "step in there"
he hesitantly steps onto the circle
suddenly he is transported to the inside of a small cabin. outside is miles and miles of rural fields and mountains that are either capped with snow or the snow has melted into wetlands.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Xan is outside. He is walking around, poking plants and rocks that he finds interesting. He has his short blonde hair tied back in a tiny ponytail. He occasionally burns any plant he dislikes.
Stroth is hunting a wyvern that circles them in the sky. They have doned a large black metal bow and thick shadowy arrows.
Kelipso is training outside. Gordon watches as the tiefling jumps around, using the trees to his advantage.
A human with glasses, blonde hair, and wearing all black documents this in a journal.
Kelipso narrows his eyes at them. Gordon looks over and tilts his fluffy head.
The human gives a nervous wave.
Kelipso gives a small wave back "Uh hi?"
"H-hi! My name is Osmar. Sorry if I disturbed your training session. I didnt mean to."
"No no... its fine" he said and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Gordon trots over, getting much bigger the closer her gets.
*What is Gordon?*
"Oh ok. Sorry if this seems weird. I just document everything down that I come across."
*Winter wolf with the alignment of Neutral Good*
"Nah its fine" He says and tilts his head
*Ight*
Osmar looks over at Gordon and gasps with delight. He immediately starts to write in his journal.
Gordon whimpers a bit at Osmars exictment (English failed me_
"Oh sorry buddy. Didnt mean to frighten ya." Osmar says while drawing Gordon.
Kelipso chuckles a bit and fixes their tunic "Its ok, he just needs to get to know people" he said.
Osmar closes his journal and stows it in a bag. He holds out his hand palm up to Gordon. "Heya buddy. I'm not gonna hurt ya."
Gordon lets out a loud snort as he sniffs Osmar's hand. The winter wolf shakes his fluffy white fur before bopping his head against osmars hand
Osmar lets out a boyish giggle before giving the wolf chin scratches. "This is so cool!"
The huge winter wolf flops over on him like a ton of boulders
Osmar laughs even harder as he does his best to give the wolf belly rubs. "Howd you two become friends?"
He was a childhood pet of mine
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*THATS IT, ITS TOO HAPPY IN HERE. THERE NEEDS TO BE A VILLIAN*
From the woods, all the animals scatter, the trees seem to shudder as it passes by, flower seem to droop down to avoid its gaze. A floating mass of flesh with 9 eyes floats forward, its mottled grey and green skin is like a rock with moss growing on it, Its huge violet eye in the center of its face glances around quickly, its other tiny eyes waver around on segmented eye stalks that have fancy rings and bracelets of all metals and jewels on it. Its grumbling mouth is filled with thick sharp teeth that seem to forever be in a permanent grimace.
This was Friendel Nagash. Beholder artist; painter, sculptor, etc that lived in Quarion, worked in Quarion, and is now here.
*Agreed, I've been tempted to bring Darkflare in here.*
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The huge winter wolf flops over on him like a ton of boulders
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Thanks*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Versel flips up the skull over his face, following behind
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Overkill, do you want to continue Ihtros and Gnome stuff?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Osmar laughs even harder as he does his best to give the wolf belly rubs. "Howd you two become friends?"
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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
*THATS IT, ITS TOO HAPPY IN HERE. THERE NEEDS TO BE A VILLIAN*
From the woods, all the animals scatter, the trees seem to shudder as it passes by, flower seem to droop down to avoid its gaze. A floating mass of flesh with 9 eyes floats forward, its mottled grey and green skin is like a rock with moss growing on it, Its huge violet eye in the center of its face glances around quickly, its other tiny eyes waver around on segmented eye stalks that have fancy rings and bracelets of all metals and jewels on it. Its grumbling mouth is filled with thick sharp teeth that seem to forever be in a permanent grimace.
This was Friendel Nagash. Beholder artist; painter, sculptor, etc that lived in Quarion, worked in Quarion, and is now here.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Lore takes him to a room upstairs that has a big teleportation circle in the middle.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You have room here?" He asks on the way, before being amazed at the circle
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*I wanna do something but none of my characters are nearby*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Ihtros watches them. Whom are you?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well yes, a demiplane kinda" she said and pointed to the circle "step in there"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
he hesitently steps onto the circle
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The beholder floats inside, a grumpy mess. 3 minions follow it at its.... well... floating under-orb.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"I am Friendel Nagash!! The great artist!!" It said, its eye starting at them through a narrowed gaze.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Zylna is still watching the Wyvern fly around.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
suddenly he is transported to the inside of a small cabin. outside is miles and miles of rural fields and mountains that are either capped with snow or the snow has melted into wetlands.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He was a childhood pet of mine
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Agreed, I've been tempted to bring Darkflare in here.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.