Marikoth walks out of the Boot, and heads toward the nearest stream.
*Well things definitely escalated.*
Marikoth is lying on his stomach, staring into the water and softly humming a mysterious tune.
From behind you, someone says something. The voice sounds human, but you can't be sure.
"Would you rather be cozy and loved, or free and full of that feeling of life?"
He sits up and turns to face the voice. "Talkin' to me? I'd rather be free and alive." Then Marikoth stands, and his body shimmers and illuminates, what seem to be little stars floating at his joints, and connecting, making his body one big constellation. From his back, starry dragon wings unfurl, and he rises into the air. "I feel especially free when I can fly."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Marikoth walks out of the Boot, and heads toward the nearest stream.
*Well things definitely escalated.*
Marikoth is lying on his stomach, staring into the water and softly humming a mysterious tune.
From behind you, someone says something. The voice sounds human, but you can't be sure.
"Would you rather be cozy and loved, or free and full of that feeling of life?"
He sits up and turns to face the voice. "Talkin' to me? I'd rather be free and alive." Then Marikoth stands, and his body shimmers and illuminates, what seem to be little stars floating at his joints, and connecting, making his body one big constellation. From his back, starry dragon wings unfurl, and he rises into the air. "I feel especially free when I can fly."
"Well, aren't you something, star boy." Says the man. He has slightly tanned skin, a lose but healthy posture and a small smile on his face. He stands at about 6f, with one eye blue and one amber, and a rather french looking curly moustache. He has short, dark brown hair, which falls over his head in a naturally smooth way. He's wearing a red waistcoat with a high collar, light grey trousers and tanned boots. A violin is strapped to his back, and he has a open bag at his hip which is held there by a strap that goes over his shoulder. Inside the bag is,
A penguin. Marco the penguin to be precise.
The penguin sits happily in the bag, chirping away to a certain tune. It has deep nut brown and white fur, and on its forehead are a set of goggles that one might use when flying in an open topped airplane.
The man speaks up again. "The names Latin 2step. What can I call you, star boy?"
*That whole moment when you brought out the dragon constellation brought back a ton of great memories of my stars druid. God I miss that character.*
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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.
Marikoth walks out of the Boot, and heads toward the nearest stream.
*Well things definitely escalated.*
Marikoth is lying on his stomach, staring into the water and softly humming a mysterious tune.
From behind you, someone says something. The voice sounds human, but you can't be sure.
"Would you rather be cozy and loved, or free and full of that feeling of life?"
He sits up and turns to face the voice. "Talkin' to me? I'd rather be free and alive." Then Marikoth stands, and his body shimmers and illuminates, what seem to be little stars floating at his joints, and connecting, making his body one big constellation. From his back, starry dragon wings unfurl, and he rises into the air. "I feel especially free when I can fly."
"Well, aren't you something, star boy." Says the man. He has slightly tanned skin, a lose but healthy posture and a small smile on his face. He stands at about 6f, with one eye blue and one amber, and a rather french looking curly moustache. He has short, dark brown hair, which falls over his head in a naturally smooth way. He's wearing a red waistcoat with a high collar, light grey trousers and tanned boots. A violin is strapped to his back, and he has a open bag at his hip which is held there by a strap that goes over his shoulder. Inside the bag is,
A penguin. Marco the penguin to be precise.
The penguin sits happily in the bag, chirping away to a certain tune. It has deep nut brown and white fur, and on its forehead are a set of goggles that one might use when flying in an open topped airplane.
The man speaks up again. "The names Latin 2step. What can I call you, star boy?"
*That whole moment when you brought out the dragon constellation brought back a ton of great memories of my stars druid. God I miss that character.*
Seeing two new faces walk out of the 'Boot,' and feeling a mixture of curious and discombobulated, the human man saunters "casually" over near the two of them. He doesn't speak, and doesn't stand close enough to make it seem like he's curious about who they are, even though he totally is. So instead, he squats down close to the floor and pulls out a magnifying glass, and starts examining the grass below his boot-clad feet, all while stealing awkward glances at the two of them.
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Seeing two new faces walk out of the 'Boot,' and feeling a mixture of curious and discombobulated, the human man saunters "casually" over near the two of them. He doesn't speak, and doesn't stand close enough to make it seem like he's curious about who they are, even though he totally is. So instead, he squats down close to the floor and pulls out a magnifying glass, and starts examining the grass below his boot-clad feet, all while stealing awkward glances at the two of them.
Latin comes over too you, trying to make a good first impression, as he reckons he'll be here for a while.
"What you looking at? I've always loved wild life, and would be very interested to see what lives down here."
Marco the penguin chirps, as if trying to join in with the conversation.
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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.
Marikoth walks out of the Boot, and heads toward the nearest stream.
*Well things definitely escalated.*
Marikoth is lying on his stomach, staring into the water and softly humming a mysterious tune.
From behind you, someone says something. The voice sounds human, but you can't be sure.
"Would you rather be cozy and loved, or free and full of that feeling of life?"
He sits up and turns to face the voice. "Talkin' to me? I'd rather be free and alive." Then Marikoth stands, and his body shimmers and illuminates, what seem to be little stars floating at his joints, and connecting, making his body one big constellation. From his back, starry dragon wings unfurl, and he rises into the air. "I feel especially free when I can fly."
"Well, aren't you something, star boy." Says the man. He has slightly tanned skin, a lose but healthy posture and a small smile on his face. He stands at about 6f, with one eye blue and one amber, and a rather french looking curly moustache. He has short, dark brown hair, which falls over his head in a naturally smooth way. He's wearing a red waistcoat with a high collar, light grey trousers and tanned boots. A violin is strapped to his back, and he has a open bag at his hip which is held there by a strap that goes over his shoulder. Inside the bag is,
A penguin. Marco the penguin to be precise.
The penguin sits happily in the bag, chirping away to a certain tune. It has deep nut brown and white fur, and on its forehead are a set of goggles that one might use when flying in an open topped airplane.
The man speaks up again. "The names Latin 2step. What can I call you, star boy?"
*That whole moment when you brought out the dragon constellation brought back a ton of great memories of my stars druid. God I miss that character.*
"Well, you seem to like calling me 'star boy', but my name is Marikoth. It's a pleasure." He then floats there, just staring at the man with his silvery eyes.
Seeing two new faces walk out of the 'Boot,' and feeling a mixture of curious and discombobulated, the human man saunters "casually" over near the two of them. He doesn't speak, and doesn't stand close enough to make it seem like he's curious about who they are, even though he totally is. So instead, he squats down close to the floor and pulls out a magnifying glass, and starts examining the grass below his boot-clad feet, all while stealing awkward glances at the two of them.
Latin comes over too you, trying to make a good first impression, as he reckons he'll be here for a while.
"What you looking at? I've always loved wild life, and would be very interested to see what lives down here."
Marco the penguin chirps, as if trying to join in with the conversation.
Marikoth lowers to the ground, and reaches a hand out towards the penguin, but then stops. "May I?" He asks Marco, then realizes that Latin could possibly own the penguin.
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Marikoth walks out of the Boot, and heads toward the nearest stream.
*Well things definitely escalated.*
Marikoth is lying on his stomach, staring into the water and softly humming a mysterious tune.
From behind you, someone says something. The voice sounds human, but you can't be sure.
"Would you rather be cozy and loved, or free and full of that feeling of life?"
He sits up and turns to face the voice. "Talkin' to me? I'd rather be free and alive." Then Marikoth stands, and his body shimmers and illuminates, what seem to be little stars floating at his joints, and connecting, making his body one big constellation. From his back, starry dragon wings unfurl, and he rises into the air. "I feel especially free when I can fly."
"Well, aren't you something, star boy." Says the man. He has slightly tanned skin, a lose but healthy posture and a small smile on his face. He stands at about 6f, with one eye blue and one amber, and a rather french looking curly moustache. He has short, dark brown hair, which falls over his head in a naturally smooth way. He's wearing a red waistcoat with a high collar, light grey trousers and tanned boots. A violin is strapped to his back, and he has a open bag at his hip which is held there by a strap that goes over his shoulder. Inside the bag is,
A penguin. Marco the penguin to be precise.
The penguin sits happily in the bag, chirping away to a certain tune. It has deep nut brown and white fur, and on its forehead are a set of goggles that one might use when flying in an open topped airplane.
The man speaks up again. "The names Latin 2step. What can I call you, star boy?"
*That whole moment when you brought out the dragon constellation brought back a ton of great memories of my stars druid. God I miss that character.*
"Well, you seem to like calling me 'star boy', but my name is Marikoth. It's a pleasure." He then floats there, just staring at the man with his silvery eyes.
Seeing two new faces walk out of the 'Boot,' and feeling a mixture of curious and discombobulated, the human man saunters "casually" over near the two of them. He doesn't speak, and doesn't stand close enough to make it seem like he's curious about who they are, even though he totally is. So instead, he squats down close to the floor and pulls out a magnifying glass, and starts examining the grass below his boot-clad feet, all while stealing awkward glances at the two of them.
Latin comes over too you, trying to make a good first impression, as he reckons he'll be here for a while.
"What you looking at? I've always loved wild life, and would be very interested to see what lives down here."
Marco the penguin chirps, as if trying to join in with the conversation.
Marikoth lowers to the ground, and reaches a hand out towards the penguin, but then stops. "May I?" He asks Marco, then realizes that Latin could possibly own the penguin.
Marco jumps out of the bag, waddles across the floor, and starts rubbing his head against your leg.
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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.
Seeing two new faces walk out of the 'Boot,' and feeling a mixture of curious and discombobulated, the human man saunters "casually" over near the two of them. He doesn't speak, and doesn't stand close enough to make it seem like he's curious about who they are, even though he totally is. So instead, he squats down close to the floor and pulls out a magnifying glass, and starts examining the grass below his boot-clad feet, all while stealing awkward glances at the two of them.
Latin comes over too you, trying to make a good first impression, as he reckons he'll be here for a while.
"What you looking at? I've always loved wild life, and would be very interested to see what lives down here."
Marco the penguin chirps, as if trying to join in with the conversation.
Sometime in the few seconds between glances, the man really had become interested in the grass below them, taking a look between the dark green blades for anything of interest. He had such forgotten what he came here to do---to interact with these other men and the penguin---that when one came over and started talking to him he was snapped quite violently out of his reverie.
"Ah! Uh, I'm just taking a look at the grass. It's not a species I've ever seen before..." He takes a look at Marco the Penguin before standing up and shoving the magnifying glass in his back pocket and sticking out his hand for a good shake; if the other man would accept it. You notice the man has dirt all over him, especially his hands and knees with a few swipes of mud across his face. His ears and face are covered in small scars and cuts as well.
"I should... I should probably introduce myself. I'm Oliver, it's nice to meet you. And you two are?"
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Seeing two new faces walk out of the 'Boot,' and feeling a mixture of curious and discombobulated, the human man saunters "casually" over near the two of them. He doesn't speak, and doesn't stand close enough to make it seem like he's curious about who they are, even though he totally is. So instead, he squats down close to the floor and pulls out a magnifying glass, and starts examining the grass below his boot-clad feet, all while stealing awkward glances at the two of them.
Latin comes over too you, trying to make a good first impression, as he reckons he'll be here for a while.
"What you looking at? I've always loved wild life, and would be very interested to see what lives down here."
Marco the penguin chirps, as if trying to join in with the conversation.
Sometime in the few seconds between glances, the man really had become interested in the grass below them, taking a look between the dark green blades for anything of interest. He had such forgotten what he came here to do---to interact with these other men and the penguin---that when one came over and started talking to him he was snapped quite violently out of his reverie.
"Ah! Uh, I'm just taking a look at the grass. It's not a species I've ever seen before..." He takes a look at Marco the Penguin before standing up and shoving the magnifying glass in his back pocket and sticking out his hand for a good shake; if the other man would accept it. You notice the man has dirt all over him, especially his hands and knees with a few swipes of mud across his face. His ears and face are covered in small scars and cuts as well.
"I should... I should probably introduce myself. I'm Oliver, it's nice to meet you. And you two are?"
*I don't know how may Tavern's you've been in before Calo, but you seem to be really good at this whole in depth character play thing. Let role play!*
"The names Latin, and this is Marco." He gestures toward the penguin rubbing against Marikoth's leg. Marco seems to have just realised that the limb that he's rubbing against isn't the most solid thing in the world (Because of the starry form mechanics) and promptly falls through it.
"Marco may not be the brightest of birds, but he's a splendid companion. What brings you to these lands?"
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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.
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You feel a spark come from the vial of lightning, but nothing more.
You also notice that many of the gnomes and dwarves are missing, along with some of the crystals you saw earlier.
DRAKE is still unconscious, but after you grabbed the mysterious ‘power source’, he seems more unconscious, if that’s possible.
It seems the farther he is from this lightning, the less power he has.
MY INFO
I got the guaranteed hit idea from the first monster in this video.
MY INFO
The dwarven children start pretending to be airplanes as Stars fleet goes over.
*You haven't harmed or broke anything yet, so I guess this is still okay...*
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.
From behind you, someone says something. The voice sounds human, but you can't be sure.
"Would you rather be cozy and loved, or free and full of that feeling of life?"
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.
MY INFO
*Are you talking to star?*
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.
Yeah
MY INFO
Star handcuffs drake, then puts the power source on drake's chest, as 15 soldiers aim guns at him
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
You here a small whirring. DRAKE sits up, his face expressionless.
"Threat total: 16, 15 weaponized soldiers, 1 threat level inconclusive. 12 weapons trained on core processor, 3 trained on motor limbs. Threat level: high. Running possible scenarios"
MY INFO
He sits up and turns to face the voice. "Talkin' to me? I'd rather be free and alive." Then Marikoth stands, and his body shimmers and illuminates, what seem to be little stars floating at his joints, and connecting, making his body one big constellation. From his back, starry dragon wings unfurl, and he rises into the air. "I feel especially free when I can fly."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Cough cough
MY INFO
"Well, aren't you something, star boy." Says the man. He has slightly tanned skin, a lose but healthy posture and a small smile on his face. He stands at about 6f, with one eye blue and one amber, and a rather french looking curly moustache. He has short, dark brown hair, which falls over his head in a naturally smooth way. He's wearing a red waistcoat with a high collar, light grey trousers and tanned boots. A violin is strapped to his back, and he has a open bag at his hip which is held there by a strap that goes over his shoulder. Inside the bag is,
A penguin. Marco the penguin to be precise.
The penguin sits happily in the bag, chirping away to a certain tune. It has deep nut brown and white fur, and on its forehead are a set of goggles that one might use when flying in an open topped airplane.
The man speaks up again. "The names Latin 2step. What can I call you, star boy?"
*That whole moment when you brought out the dragon constellation brought back a ton of great memories of my stars druid. God I miss that character.*
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.
Seeing two new faces walk out of the 'Boot,' and feeling a mixture of curious and discombobulated, the human man saunters "casually" over near the two of them. He doesn't speak, and doesn't stand close enough to make it seem like he's curious about who they are, even though he totally is. So instead, he squats down close to the floor and pulls out a magnifying glass, and starts examining the grass below his boot-clad feet, all while stealing awkward glances at the two of them.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" star says
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
“Threat: Unknown. Alias: STAR. Threat level high. Canceling scenario running”
DRAKE looks at Star with an expressionless face.
MY INFO
Latin comes over too you, trying to make a good first impression, as he reckons he'll be here for a while.
"What you looking at? I've always loved wild life, and would be very interested to see what lives down here."
Marco the penguin chirps, as if trying to join in with the conversation.
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.
"Well, you seem to like calling me 'star boy', but my name is Marikoth. It's a pleasure." He then floats there, just staring at the man with his silvery eyes.
Marikoth lowers to the ground, and reaches a hand out towards the penguin, but then stops. "May I?" He asks Marco, then realizes that Latin could possibly own the penguin.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Marco jumps out of the bag, waddles across the floor, and starts rubbing his head against your leg.
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.
Sometime in the few seconds between glances, the man really had become interested in the grass below them, taking a look between the dark green blades for anything of interest. He had such forgotten what he came here to do---to interact with these other men and the penguin---that when one came over and started talking to him he was snapped quite violently out of his reverie.
"Ah! Uh, I'm just taking a look at the grass. It's not a species I've ever seen before..." He takes a look at Marco the Penguin before standing up and shoving the magnifying glass in his back pocket and sticking out his hand for a good shake; if the other man would accept it. You notice the man has dirt all over him, especially his hands and knees with a few swipes of mud across his face. His ears and face are covered in small scars and cuts as well.
"I should... I should probably introduce myself. I'm Oliver, it's nice to meet you. And you two are?"
*I don't know how may Tavern's you've been in before Calo, but you seem to be really good at this whole in depth character play thing. Let role play!*
"The names Latin, and this is Marco." He gestures toward the penguin rubbing against Marikoth's leg. Marco seems to have just realised that the limb that he's rubbing against isn't the most solid thing in the world (Because of the starry form mechanics) and promptly falls through it.
"Marco may not be the brightest of birds, but he's a splendid companion. What brings you to these lands?"
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.