"Wow!... You did it perfectly! I mean, it looks like it worked perfectly. Big dude's just a statue, now." He notices how much energy this took out of him. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to pressure you into doing this. You need to rest?"
“..No..I’m Fine.” He says between breathes. “I.. I’ve been practicing how to do that for a while. We’re you planning on using them again? Unless your a pretty powerful wizard and you can counterspell, you probably aren’t breaking the curse.”
"Some would say I'm powerful, I guess. I try not to get cocky, though."
*I will let you know, Grakir is a level 20 Necromancer Wizard. I usually never make super OP characters for taverns, but for some reason, I just wanted to play an undead-related guy here, and be able to do a bunch of stuff. If you want, I can maybe level him down(?) a bit*
“Alright then. Thats good.”
*no, its fine. Dracelos is only level 12, but i understand how fun level 17 and up characters can be. Alexandria, my character for lords rest in, is a level 20 bard. Even though she has barely any combat spells. I’m absolutely okay with Grakir.*
*Btw, unless you read my earlier posts with drummer, you might not know this, but Dracelos isn’t a sorcerer.*
*Cool, cool*
*And OH, interesting. Dracelos lied... Were you posting on here, or lords rest?*
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"Wow!... You did it perfectly! I mean, it looks like it worked perfectly. Big dude's just a statue, now." He notices how much energy this took out of him. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to pressure you into doing this. You need to rest?"
“..No..I’m Fine.” He says between breathes. “I.. I’ve been practicing how to do that for a while. We’re you planning on using them again? Unless your a pretty powerful wizard and you can counterspell, you probably aren’t breaking the curse.”
"Some would say I'm powerful, I guess. I try not to get cocky, though."
*I will let you know, Grakir is a level 20 Necromancer Wizard. I usually never make super OP characters for taverns, but for some reason, I just wanted to play an undead-related guy here, and be able to do a bunch of stuff. If you want, I can maybe level him down(?) a bit*
“Alright then. Thats good.”
*no, its fine. Dracelos is only level 12, but i understand how fun level 17 and up characters can be. Alexandria, my character for lords rest in, is a level 20 bard. Even though she has barely any combat spells. I’m absolutely okay with Grakir.*
*Btw, unless you read my earlier posts with drummer, you might not know this, but Dracelos isn’t a sorcerer.*
*Cool, cool*
*And OH, interesting. Dracelos lied... Were you posting on here, or lords rest?*
*on here. Dracelos is secretly a fiend warlock of Baba Yaga, and his adopted sister is Tasha. He doesn’t like people knowing who he works for, cause of the evil stuff Baba Yaga sometimes does*
Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
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Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
"Who taught you?"
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Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
"Who taught you?"
“Oh- uh..” he goes silent for a second, contemplating something. “oh- it doesn’t matter that much-“ he seems extremely nervous about something for some reason.
Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
"Who taught you?"
“Oh- uh..” he goes silent for a second, contemplating something. “oh- it doesn’t matter that much-“ he seems extremely nervous about something for some reason.
*heh.*
"Don't be shy. I'm just curious."
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Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
"Who taught you?"
“Oh- uh..” he goes silent for a second, contemplating something. “oh- it doesn’t matter that much-“ he seems extremely nervous about something for some reason.
*heh.*
"Don't be shy. I'm just curious."
*heh.*
”Well, she lives in the feywild, where I’m from. But she.. doesn’t Exactly like people knowing who she is.”
Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
"Who taught you?"
“Oh- uh..” he goes silent for a second, contemplating something. “oh- it doesn’t matter that much-“ he seems extremely nervous about something for some reason.
*heh.*
"Don't be shy. I'm just curious."
*heh.*
”Well, she lives in the feywild, where I’m from. But she.. doesn’t Exactly like people knowing who she is.”
"Alright, I won't pry."
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Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
"Who taught you?"
“Oh- uh..” he goes silent for a second, contemplating something. “oh- it doesn’t matter that much-“ he seems extremely nervous about something for some reason.
*heh.*
"Don't be shy. I'm just curious."
*heh.*
”Well, she lives in the feywild, where I’m from. But she.. doesn’t Exactly like people knowing who she is.”
Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
"Who taught you?"
“Oh- uh..” he goes silent for a second, contemplating something. “oh- it doesn’t matter that much-“ he seems extremely nervous about something for some reason.
*heh.*
"Don't be shy. I'm just curious."
*heh.*
”Well, she lives in the feywild, where I’m from. But she.. doesn’t Exactly like people knowing who she is.”
"Alright, I won't pry."
“Anyways, where did you learn how to do magic?”
"Welllll, I was a young little chap, could barely fly. And I was basically kidnapped by a necromancer. He taught me almost everything I know. Apparently he wanted an apprentice. But when he went for my family, to kill them and use their bodies, I... well, I didn't allow that to happen. I went sorta berserk and turned all of his undead against him. He died. And now I'm just so insensitive to death that it makes me kind of sad, when I think about it too much."
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Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
"Who taught you?"
“Oh- uh..” he goes silent for a second, contemplating something. “oh- it doesn’t matter that much-“ he seems extremely nervous about something for some reason.
*heh.*
"Don't be shy. I'm just curious."
*heh.*
”Well, she lives in the feywild, where I’m from. But she.. doesn’t Exactly like people knowing who she is.”
"Alright, I won't pry."
“Anyways, where did you learn how to do magic?”
"Welllll, I was a young little chap, could barely fly. And I was basically kidnapped by a necromancer. He taught me almost everything I know. Apparently he wanted an apprentice. But when he went for my family, to kill them and use their bodies, I... well, I didn't allow that to happen. I went sorta berserk and turned all of his undead against him. He died. And now I'm just so insensitive to death that it makes me kind of sad, when I think about it too much."
“That is.. interesting. Someone kidnapped you? I at least ask first.”
Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
"Who taught you?"
“Oh- uh..” he goes silent for a second, contemplating something. “oh- it doesn’t matter that much-“ he seems extremely nervous about something for some reason.
*heh.*
"Don't be shy. I'm just curious."
*heh.*
”Well, she lives in the feywild, where I’m from. But she.. doesn’t Exactly like people knowing who she is.”
"Alright, I won't pry."
“Anyways, where did you learn how to do magic?”
"Welllll, I was a young little chap, could barely fly. And I was basically kidnapped by a necromancer. He taught me almost everything I know. Apparently he wanted an apprentice. But when he went for my family, to kill them and use their bodies, I... well, I didn't allow that to happen. I went sorta berserk and turned all of his undead against him. He died. And now I'm just so insensitive to death that it makes me kind of sad, when I think about it too much."
“That is.. interesting. Someone kidnapped you? I at least ask first.”
"You ask before you kidnap people? I guess that's pretty considerate."
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Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
"Who taught you?"
“Oh- uh..” he goes silent for a second, contemplating something. “oh- it doesn’t matter that much-“ he seems extremely nervous about something for some reason.
*heh.*
"Don't be shy. I'm just curious."
*heh.*
”Well, she lives in the feywild, where I’m from. But she.. doesn’t Exactly like people knowing who she is.”
"Alright, I won't pry."
“Anyways, where did you learn how to do magic?”
"Welllll, I was a young little chap, could barely fly. And I was basically kidnapped by a necromancer. He taught me almost everything I know. Apparently he wanted an apprentice. But when he went for my family, to kill them and use their bodies, I... well, I didn't allow that to happen. I went sorta berserk and turned all of his undead against him. He died. And now I'm just so insensitive to death that it makes me kind of sad, when I think about it too much."
“That is.. interesting. Someone kidnapped you? I at least ask first.”
"You ask before you kidnap people? I guess that's pretty considerate."
“I mean… you’d be surprised at the amount of children that straight up say yes. And the people who think I’m one of their friends pretending to be someone else to prank them and go along with it. And then the skeptical people i just don’t say the work Kidnap. It’s easy, really.”
“I mean… you’d be surprised at the amount of children that straight up say yes. And the people who think I’m one of their friends pretending to be someone else to prank them and go along with it. And then the skeptical people i just don’t say the work Kidnap. It’s easy, really.”
"..."
Grakir shifts his wings.
"Odd."
*lol*
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*Cool, cool*
*And OH, interesting. Dracelos lied... Were you posting on here, or lords rest?*
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*on here. Dracelos is secretly a fiend warlock of Baba Yaga, and his adopted sister is Tasha. He doesn’t like people knowing who he works for, cause of the evil stuff Baba Yaga sometimes does*
Dracelos is mixing something in his mortar and pestle. It seems to be grinding itself.
Limbo is sitting in his signature chair, drinking coffee.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
In a random part of the tavern, Joshua floats up through the floor.
*if you try to rp I probably won’t respond for a while*
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
"Ooh, fancy. What're you making?" Grakir asks.
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“Oh, hello! I’m just making a healing potion. You never know when you’ll need one.” He adds something to the mortar.
"True." He watches for a bit. "I've never been that great at potion making, really. Just at, well, ya know, raising the dead. And flying. And killing things."
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“Cool. I’ve never been really good at those things. Just at, well, ya know, Potion brewing. I had an excellent teacher.”
"Who taught you?"
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“Oh- uh..” he goes silent for a second, contemplating something. “oh- it doesn’t matter that much-“ he seems extremely nervous about something for some reason.
*heh.*
"Don't be shy. I'm just curious."
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*heh.*
”Well, she lives in the feywild, where I’m from. But she.. doesn’t Exactly like people knowing who she is.”
"Alright, I won't pry."
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“Anyways, where did you learn how to do magic?”
"Welllll, I was a young little chap, could barely fly. And I was basically kidnapped by a necromancer. He taught me almost everything I know. Apparently he wanted an apprentice. But when he went for my family, to kill them and use their bodies, I... well, I didn't allow that to happen. I went sorta berserk and turned all of his undead against him. He died. And now I'm just so insensitive to death that it makes me kind of sad, when I think about it too much."
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“That is.. interesting. Someone kidnapped you? I at least ask first.”
"You ask before you kidnap people? I guess that's pretty considerate."
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“I mean… you’d be surprised at the amount of children that straight up say yes. And the people who think I’m one of their friends pretending to be someone else to prank them and go along with it. And then the skeptical people i just don’t say the work Kidnap. It’s easy, really.”
"..."
Grakir shifts his wings.
"Odd."
*lol*
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