*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I m-must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
“Oh dear… is he okay?”
*He groans, then slowly pushes himself back up.*
"I-I'm fine. I'm simply exhausted, however. I had to sprint almost 6 miles non-stop trying to get away from some guards who I may have.... Let's just say they weren't very happy when my Eldritch Cannon went haywire and detonated right next to them. Now, where did you say I was again?"
*He seems to have fully regained his composure, but is still breathing heavily and sweating profusely.*
“The guild hall of the Frosted Glass Guild! Thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension. My name is Aunt Pleasant.”
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I m-must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
“Oh dear… is he okay?”
*He groans, then slowly pushes himself back up.*
"I-I'm fine. I'm simply exhausted, however. I had to sprint almost 6 miles non-stop trying to get away from some guards who I may have.... Let's just say they weren't very happy when my Eldritch Cannon went haywire and detonated right next to them. Now, where did you say I was again?"
*He seems to have fully regained his composure, but is still breathing heavily and sweating profusely.*
“The guild hall of the Frosted Glass Guild! Thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension. My name is Aunt Pleasant.”
"Ok mister elf this is the guild would you like a tour?"
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I m-must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
“Oh dear… is he okay?”
*He groans, then slowly pushes himself back up.*
"I-I'm fine. I'm simply exhausted, however. I had to sprint almost 6 miles non-stop trying to get away from some guards who I may have.... Let's just say they weren't very happy when my Eldritch Cannon went haywire and detonated right next to them. Now, where did you say I was again?"
*He seems to have fully regained his composure, but is still breathing heavily and sweating profusely.*
“The guild hall of the Frosted Glass Guild! Thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension. My name is Aunt Pleasant.”
"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pleasant. *he shakes her hand* So a thieves' guild inside a pocket dimension, eh? Not the craziest thing that's ever happened to me."
*He glances around the Guildhall.*
"Say, you wouldn't know where to find some water around here would you? Actually, nevermind."
*He rummages through his smith's apron's pockets for a few moments, then pulls out a small goblet. Suddenly, about 2 cups (the measuring cup kind) worth of water appears in the air, splashing into the goblet. He takes a sip.*
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I m-must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
“Oh dear… is he okay?”
*He groans, then slowly pushes himself back up.*
"I-I'm fine. I'm simply exhausted, however. I had to sprint almost 6 miles non-stop trying to get away from some guards who I may have.... Let's just say they weren't very happy when my Eldritch Cannon went haywire and detonated right next to them. Now, where did you say I was again?"
*He seems to have fully regained his composure, but is still breathing heavily and sweating profusely.*
“The guild hall of the Frosted Glass Guild! Thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension. My name is Aunt Pleasant.”
"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pleasant. *he shakes her hand* So a thieves' guild inside a pocket dimension, eh? Not the craziest thing that's ever happened to me."
*He glances around the Guildhall.*
"Say, you wouldn't know where to find some water around here would you? Actually, nevermind."
*He rummages through his smith's apron's pockets for a few moments, then pulls out a small goblet. Suddenly, about 2 cups worth of water appears in the air, splashing into the cup. He takes a sip.*
"Aaaah. That's better."
“Ooh, how did you manage to do that?” Aunt Pleasant asks.
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I m-must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
“Oh dear… is he okay?”
*He groans, then slowly pushes himself back up.*
"I-I'm fine. I'm simply exhausted, however. I had to sprint almost 6 miles non-stop trying to get away from some guards who I may have.... Let's just say they weren't very happy when my Eldritch Cannon went haywire and detonated right next to them. Now, where did you say I was again?"
*He seems to have fully regained his composure, but is still breathing heavily and sweating profusely.*
“The guild hall of the Frosted Glass Guild! Thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension. My name is Aunt Pleasant.”
"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pleasant. *he shakes her hand* So a thieves' guild inside a pocket dimension, eh? Not the craziest thing that's ever happened to me."
*He glances around the Guildhall.*
"Say, you wouldn't know where to find some water around here would you? Actually, nevermind."
*He rummages through his smith's apron's pockets for a few moments, then pulls out a small goblet. Suddenly, about 2 cups worth of water appears in the air, splashing into the cup. He takes a sip.*
"Aaaah. That's better."
“Ooh, how did you manage to do that?” Aunt Pleasant asks.
"A simple 'Create or Destroy Water' spell, nothing more.", he replies.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I m-must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
“Oh dear… is he okay?”
*He groans, then slowly pushes himself back up.*
"I-I'm fine. I'm simply exhausted, however. I had to sprint almost 6 miles non-stop trying to get away from some guards who I may have.... Let's just say they weren't very happy when my Eldritch Cannon went haywire and detonated right next to them. Now, where did you say I was again?"
*He seems to have fully regained his composure, but is still breathing heavily and sweating profusely.*
“The guild hall of the Frosted Glass Guild! Thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension. My name is Aunt Pleasant.”
"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pleasant. *he shakes her hand* So a thieves' guild inside a pocket dimension, eh? Not the craziest thing that's ever happened to me."
*He glances around the Guildhall.*
"Say, you wouldn't know where to find some water around here would you? Actually, nevermind."
*He rummages through his smith's apron's pockets for a few moments, then pulls out a small goblet. Suddenly, about 2 cups worth of water appears in the air, splashing into the cup. He takes a sip.*
"Aaaah. That's better."
“Ooh, how did you manage to do that?” Aunt Pleasant asks.
"A simple 'Create or Destroy Water' spell, nothing more.", he replies.
“Sadly, I’ve never been able to do magic like that. How did you learn?”
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I m-must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
“Oh dear… is he okay?”
*He groans, then slowly pushes himself back up.*
"I-I'm fine. I'm simply exhausted, however. I had to sprint almost 6 miles non-stop trying to get away from some guards who I may have.... Let's just say they weren't very happy when my Eldritch Cannon went haywire and detonated right next to them. Now, where did you say I was again?"
*He seems to have fully regained his composure, but is still breathing heavily and sweating profusely.*
“The guild hall of the Frosted Glass Guild! Thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension. My name is Aunt Pleasant.”
"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pleasant. *he shakes her hand* So a thieves' guild inside a pocket dimension, eh? Not the craziest thing that's ever happened to me."
*He glances around the Guildhall.*
"Say, you wouldn't know where to find some water around here would you? Actually, nevermind."
*He rummages through his smith's apron's pockets for a few moments, then pulls out a small goblet. Suddenly, about 2 cups worth of water appears in the air, splashing into the cup. He takes a sip.*
"Aaaah. That's better."
“Ooh, how did you manage to do that?” Aunt Pleasant asks.
"A simple 'Create or Destroy Water' spell, nothing more.", he replies.
“Sadly, I’ve never been able to do magic like that. How did you learn?”
"Well, firstly, I'm an elf, as you can see. *he points to his ears* Secondly, I'm an Artificer. I channel my magic through my tools, and that allows me to cast spells of all kinds, like 'Create or Destroy Water', for example."
*He then drains the rest of the water in his goblet using the 'Destroy' property of 'Create or Destroy Water'.*
(In metagame perspective, this quote is getting ridiculously long.)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
*A tall, slender elf with green eyes and short brown hair abruptly bursts in through the door. His face is covered in soot, as well as his hands. Poking out from the cuff of his sleeve, you can see a tattoo of a dragon encircling his right forearm, and as far as you can tell, it seems to be moving. His clothes are standard for a blacksmith, but they seem to have many more pockets than necessary. Random pieces of metal, wood, and a few tools are visible within them.*
*He quickly looks about, and is surprised to find he is not in the interior of an abandoned warehouse, which he thought he had run into just a few moments ago through an unlocked door.*
"Wh-where am I? Hello? Is anyone there? If there is someone there, can you tell me where in the name of Corellon Larethian I am?"
The woman in the sunflower dress turns to him.
”You are in the Hall of the Frosted Glass Guild, I believe!”
*He still seems a little rattled*
"Th-the what?"
“If I am correct, a thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension!”
"A p-pocket dimension? I m-must be going insane..."
*He faints, completely overwhelmed by his situation.*
“Oh dear… is he okay?”
*He groans, then slowly pushes himself back up.*
"I-I'm fine. I'm simply exhausted, however. I had to sprint almost 6 miles non-stop trying to get away from some guards who I may have.... Let's just say they weren't very happy when my Eldritch Cannon went haywire and detonated right next to them. Now, where did you say I was again?"
*He seems to have fully regained his composure, but is still breathing heavily and sweating profusely.*
“The guild hall of the Frosted Glass Guild! Thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension. My name is Aunt Pleasant.”
"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pleasant. *he shakes her hand* So a thieves' guild inside a pocket dimension, eh? Not the craziest thing that's ever happened to me."
*He glances around the Guildhall.*
"Say, you wouldn't know where to find some water around here would you? Actually, nevermind."
*He rummages through his smith's apron's pockets for a few moments, then pulls out a small goblet. Suddenly, about 2 cups worth of water appears in the air, splashing into the cup. He takes a sip.*
"Aaaah. That's better."
“Ooh, how did you manage to do that?” Aunt Pleasant asks.
"A simple 'Create or Destroy Water' spell, nothing more.", he replies.
“Sadly, I’ve never been able to do magic like that. How did you learn?”
"Well, firstly, I'm an elf, as you can see. *he points to his ears* Secondly, I'm an Artificer. I channel my magic through my tools, and that allows me to cast spells of all kinds, like 'Create or Destroy Water', for example."
*He then drains the rest of the water in his goblet using the 'Destroy' property of 'Create or Destroy Water'.*
“Interesting! I can only really do one kind of magic. And that magic is the magic of teaching!”
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The lady in the sunflower dress looks towards him.
”hello! I’m Aunt Pleasant. Aunt Daisy Pleasant.”
“The guild hall of the Frosted Glass Guild! Thieves guild inside of a pocket dimension. My name is Aunt Pleasant.”
"The dealer won't shut up, but I managed to get some sleep."
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
"alex dawn."
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
“Nice name!” She says, tapping her fingernails against the wall.
“Good to hear. Would you be so kind as to help the fainting elf? I am currently busy with another applicant.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yeah sure. word of advice, don't go into longfoot's office if you can avoid it."
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
“Oh, and why would that be?”
"last time I was there...lets just say it wasn't pleasant."
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
“Oh dear, whatever happened, it must have been terrible!”
“Scarf-based strangulation and burning at the stake, most likely.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Ok mister elf this is the guild would you like a tour?"
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
“Being burnt at the stake is not very pleasant…”
"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pleasant. *he shakes her hand* So a thieves' guild inside a pocket dimension, eh? Not the craziest thing that's ever happened to me."
*He glances around the Guildhall.*
"Say, you wouldn't know where to find some water around here would you? Actually, nevermind."
*He rummages through his smith's apron's pockets for a few moments, then pulls out a small goblet. Suddenly, about 2 cups (the measuring cup kind) worth of water appears in the air, splashing into the goblet. He takes a sip.*
"Aaaah. That's better."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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he shudders "Never before had I seen such things done with a piece of cloth."
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
“Ooh, how did you manage to do that?” Aunt Pleasant asks.
"A simple 'Create or Destroy Water' spell, nothing more.", he replies.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“Sadly, I’ve never been able to do magic like that. How did you learn?”
"Well, firstly, I'm an elf, as you can see. *he points to his ears* Secondly, I'm an Artificer. I channel my magic through my tools, and that allows me to cast spells of all kinds, like 'Create or Destroy Water', for example."
*He then drains the rest of the water in his goblet using the 'Destroy' property of 'Create or Destroy Water'.*
(In metagame perspective, this quote is getting ridiculously long.)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
“Interesting! I can only really do one kind of magic. And that magic is the magic of teaching!”