She grabs the glass and quickly takes a drink, then comes to her senses and tries to become more civil, "Sorry, I was thirsty."
"'s fine. I get worse company most of the time. People think that they're so powerful, but in the end, no one got no right to treat others like [GP]. I keep some old coinshot under the counter just for people like that."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A skeleton staggers in. The old bones rattle and creak and you see that the skeleton is carrying a strange figure on its back. The bones suddenly collapse into a heap on the floor as the creature on its back leaps onto the nearest table. The person carried by the skeleton has long white hair, grey skin, white eyes and long sharp fangs. This man might be some type of vampire. He wears a tattered vest and trousers, and the lack of flesh on his chest exposes his ribcage. His arms and legs have skin, but it is drawn tight over the bone and his fingers are slender and clawed.
The strange monster smiles a fanged smile and looks around the room with his pale white eyes while crouched on top of a table.
(Here is my character intro. I will be back to roleplay him in a few minutes.)
She grabs the glass and quickly takes a drink, then comes to her senses and tries to become more civil, "Sorry, I was thirsty."
"'s fine. I get worse company most of the time. People think that they're so powerful, but in the end, no one got no right to treat others like [GP]. I keep some old coinshot under the counter just for people like that."
"I hate when people don't treat others correctly, I'm immortal and even I don't do that."
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
She grabs the glass and quickly takes a drink, then comes to her senses and tries to become more civil, "Sorry, I was thirsty."
"'s fine. I get worse company most of the time. People think that they're so powerful, but in the end, no one got no right to treat others like [GP]. I keep some old coinshot under the counter just for people like that."
"I hate when people don't treat others correctly, I'm immortal and even I don't do that."
"Everyone here is immortal. Welcome to the Nightmare. [GP]s bad. O' course, most people can get the [GP] beat out o' them. Can't really do that very easy to a vampire."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A skeleton staggers in. The old bones rattle and creak and you see that the skeleton is carrying a strange figure on its back. The bones suddenly collapse into a heap on the floor as the creature on its back leaps onto the nearest table. The person carried by the skeleton has long white hair, grey skin, white eyes and long sharp fangs. This man might be some type of vampire. He wears a tattered vest and trousers, and the lack of flesh on his chest exposes his ribcage. His arms and legs have skin, but it is drawn tight over the bone and his fingers are slender and clawed.
The strange monster smiles a fanged smile and looks around the room with his pale white eyes while crouched on top of a table.
(Here is my character intro. I will be back to roleplay him in a few minutes.)
The bartender looks over with her dull silver eyes. "Hey, kid. Need somethin'?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A skeleton staggers in. The old bones rattle and creak and you see that the skeleton is carrying a strange figure on its back. The bones suddenly collapse into a heap on the floor as the creature on its back leaps onto the nearest table. The person carried by the skeleton has long white hair, grey skin, white eyes and long sharp fangs. This man might be some type of vampire. He wears a tattered vest and trousers, and the lack of flesh on his chest exposes his ribcage. His arms and legs have skin, but it is drawn tight over the bone and his fingers are slender and clawed.
The strange monster smiles a fanged smile and looks around the room with his pale white eyes while crouched on top of a table.
(Here is my character intro. I will be back to roleplay him in a few minutes.)
The bartender looks over with her dull silver eyes. "Hey, kid. Need somethin'?"
"Where am I?" the creature hisses."I am not where I once was. I am not where I am meant to be." He continues to smile as if this isn't a bad thing.
A skeleton staggers in. The old bones rattle and creak and you see that the skeleton is carrying a strange figure on its back. The bones suddenly collapse into a heap on the floor as the creature on its back leaps onto the nearest table. The person carried by the skeleton has long white hair, grey skin, white eyes and long sharp fangs. This man might be some type of vampire. He wears a tattered vest and trousers, and the lack of flesh on his chest exposes his ribcage. His arms and legs have skin, but it is drawn tight over the bone and his fingers are slender and clawed.
The strange monster smiles a fanged smile and looks around the room with his pale white eyes while crouched on top of a table.
(Here is my character intro. I will be back to roleplay him in a few minutes.)
The bartender looks over with her dull silver eyes. "Hey, kid. Need somethin'?"
"Where am I?" the creature hisses."I am not where I once was. I am not where I am meant to be."
"Well, I can see that. You're in Somnargentus, or the plane of Nightmares as some of you Ironbloods call it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A skeleton staggers in. The old bones rattle and creak and you see that the skeleton is carrying a strange figure on its back. The bones suddenly collapse into a heap on the floor as the creature on its back leaps onto the nearest table. The person carried by the skeleton has long white hair, grey skin, white eyes and long sharp fangs. This man might be some type of vampire. He wears a tattered vest and trousers, and the lack of flesh on his chest exposes his ribcage. His arms and legs have skin, but it is drawn tight over the bone and his fingers are slender and clawed.
The strange monster smiles a fanged smile and looks around the room with his pale white eyes while crouched on top of a table.
(Here is my character intro. I will be back to roleplay him in a few minutes.)
The bartender looks over with her dull silver eyes. "Hey, kid. Need somethin'?"
"Where am I?" the creature hisses."I am not where I once was. I am not where I am meant to be."
"Well, I can see that. You're in Somnargentus, or the plane of Nightmares as some of you Ironbloods call it."
"Ironblood? My veins run dry." He leaps, soaring through the air and landing nimbly on another table without causing it to shift or move. "I have never heard of this place."
The bartender looks over with her dull silver eyes. "Hey, kid. Need somethin'?"
"Where am I?" the creature hisses."I am not where I once was. I am not where I am meant to be."
"Well, I can see that. You're in Somnargentus, or the plane of Nightmares as some of you Ironbloods call it."
"Ironblood? My veins run dry." He leaps, soaring through the air and landing nimbly on another table without causing it to shift or move. "I have never heard of this place."
"Ironblood just means something that isn't from here. They bleed red instead of gold or sliver. And most Ironbloods haven't heard of this place. Turns out, people ignore it 'cause they don't want to spend the effort they'd need to actually help."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The bartender looks over with her dull silver eyes. "Hey, kid. Need somethin'?"
"Where am I?" the creature hisses."I am not where I once was. I am not where I am meant to be."
"Well, I can see that. You're in Somnargentus, or the plane of Nightmares as some of you Ironbloods call it."
"Ironblood? My veins run dry." He leaps, soaring through the air and landing nimbly on another table without causing it to shift or move. "I have never heard of this place."
"Ironblood just means something that isn't from here. They bleed red instead of gold or sliver. And most Ironbloods haven't heard of this place. Turns out, people ignore it 'cause they don't want to spend the effort they'd need to actually help."
"Folks from my world know of this place? I know I sure didn't."
"'s fine. I get worse company most of the time. People think that they're so powerful, but in the end, no one got no right to treat others like [GP]. I keep some old coinshot under the counter just for people like that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A skeleton staggers in. The old bones rattle and creak and you see that the skeleton is carrying a strange figure on its back. The bones suddenly collapse into a heap on the floor as the creature on its back leaps onto the nearest table. The person carried by the skeleton has long white hair, grey skin, white eyes and long sharp fangs. This man might be some type of vampire. He wears a tattered vest and trousers, and the lack of flesh on his chest exposes his ribcage. His arms and legs have skin, but it is drawn tight over the bone and his fingers are slender and clawed.
The strange monster smiles a fanged smile and looks around the room with his pale white eyes while crouched on top of a table.
(Here is my character intro. I will be back to roleplay him in a few minutes.)
"I hate when people don't treat others correctly, I'm immortal and even I don't do that."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*I am back and the vampire thing is crouching on a table.*
"Everyone here is immortal. Welcome to the Nightmare. [GP]s bad. O' course, most people can get the [GP] beat out o' them. Can't really do that very easy to a vampire."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The bartender looks over with her dull silver eyes. "Hey, kid. Need somethin'?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Eh. Ya choice, ma'am. Violence really aint the answer sometimes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Where am I?" the creature hisses."I am not where I once was. I am not where I am meant to be." He continues to smile as if this isn't a bad thing.
"Sorry I forgot to tell ya my name, I'm Vlas."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"Well, I can see that. You're in Somnargentus, or the plane of Nightmares as some of you Ironbloods call it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Nice ta' meet ya', Vlas. I'm Roddenberg."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ironblood? My veins run dry." He leaps, soaring through the air and landing nimbly on another table without causing it to shift or move. "I have never heard of this place."
"Ironblood just means something that isn't from here. They bleed red instead of gold or sliver. And most Ironbloods haven't heard of this place. Turns out, people ignore it 'cause they don't want to spend the effort they'd need to actually help."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=513590775/ I made Vlas in heroforge))
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"Nice to meet you too."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"Folks from my world know of this place? I know I sure didn't."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Roddenberg looks outside. She snorts. "Moon's comin' up."
She pulls out a slip of paper, writes something down on it, and hands it over. It's a receipt.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thanks, Rod. Can I call you that?"
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)