*I’m fine with anyone. Do you want anyone specific?*
*Absolutely not, here you go Arch, love you deeply btw.*
Eithan seems to be going through the meditative sword stances, his eyes closed as he swings the blade around his body in slow motions that seem to cleave through the air, leaving holes where the blade once was. He’s put his helmet back on.
*aww, thanks! Could I get a description for Eithan?*
*oh, and also, I’m making a new character, being a creepy dark power sort of creature with a spider motif, wanna try interacting with them? Otherwise I think I’ll use Lady Lovelace, whom I introed earlier. The latter may lead to combat.*
*I made an intro for them earlier, and air of calm follows him everywhere he goes. He’s clad in silver plate armor with a silver greatsword on his back with matching colored eyes, he’s got silver hair and a bright, friendly smile, he’s charming and handsome, a half elf with pointed ears. He can often be found with glass in his boots, though he usually doesn’t know, he’s got an eye twitch. Also, he’s decently strong, so fighting him may be a bad idea.*
*I would like to test that theory of yours so you get Lady Lovelace.*
Eithan’s meditation is broken by the ear shattering noise of a single terrifying note being played on the Viola. For that one note, his heart forgets to beat. Then there’s another note. And another. They’re coming from nearby.
*We all think we are gods, but I'm the only one here making chicken alfredo from ramen packets.*
"So, how long has this been going on? What started it?"
*You truly are a god among men my friend, and I am honored to know you.*
“It could’ve been a long time ago, hard to remember. Possibly when I first died, at the latest.” He casually replies, thinking to himself.
"I see." He lays back on Eithan's lap. "How did that happen?"
“I wasn’t a knight at the time, simply a kid trying to make the most out of a life I didn’t deserve, stealing from the poor because I was poorer. One day, I got caught in the wrong place by the wrong person, slit my throat there. I drowned in my own blood.”
*I’m fine with anyone. Do you want anyone specific?*
*Absolutely not, here you go Arch, love you deeply btw.*
Eithan seems to be going through the meditative sword stances, his eyes closed as he swings the blade around his body in slow motions that seem to cleave through the air, leaving holes where the blade once was. He’s put his helmet back on.
*aww, thanks! Could I get a description for Eithan?*
*oh, and also, I’m making a new character, being a creepy dark power sort of creature with a spider motif, wanna try interacting with them? Otherwise I think I’ll use Lady Lovelace, whom I introed earlier. The latter may lead to combat.*
*I made an intro for them earlier, and air of calm follows him everywhere he goes. He’s clad in silver plate armor with a silver greatsword on his back with matching colored eyes, he’s got silver hair and a bright, friendly smile, he’s charming and handsome, a half elf with pointed ears. He can often be found with glass in his boots, though he usually doesn’t know, he’s got an eye twitch. Also, he’s decently strong, so fighting him may be a bad idea.*
*I would like to test that theory of yours so you get Lady Lovelace.*
Eithan’s meditation is broken by the ear shattering noise of a single terrifying note being played on the Viola. For that one note, his heart forgets to beat. Then there’s another note. And another. They’re coming from nearby.
*Warning, Eithan’s a sweet talker, they may not fight at all.*
He opens his eyes as he sticks his blade into the ground beside him, looking in the direction of the melody. Though death seems to be soon approaching with each passing note, he isn’t afraid, much less he’d rather meet the cause of his coming demise.
*I’m fine with anyone. Do you want anyone specific?*
*Absolutely not, here you go Arch, love you deeply btw.*
Eithan seems to be going through the meditative sword stances, his eyes closed as he swings the blade around his body in slow motions that seem to cleave through the air, leaving holes where the blade once was. He’s put his helmet back on.
*aww, thanks! Could I get a description for Eithan?*
*oh, and also, I’m making a new character, being a creepy dark power sort of creature with a spider motif, wanna try interacting with them? Otherwise I think I’ll use Lady Lovelace, whom I introed earlier. The latter may lead to combat.*
*I made an intro for them earlier, and air of calm follows him everywhere he goes. He’s clad in silver plate armor with a silver greatsword on his back with matching colored eyes, he’s got silver hair and a bright, friendly smile, he’s charming and handsome, a half elf with pointed ears. He can often be found with glass in his boots, though he usually doesn’t know, he’s got an eye twitch. Also, he’s decently strong, so fighting him may be a bad idea.*
*I would like to test that theory of yours so you get Lady Lovelace.*
Eithan’s meditation is broken by the ear shattering noise of a single terrifying note being played on the Viola. For that one note, his heart forgets to beat. Then there’s another note. And another. They’re coming from nearby.
*Warning, Eithan’s a sweet talker, they may not fight at all.*
He opens his eyes as he sticks his blade into the ground beside him, looking in the direction of the melody. Though death seems to be soon approaching with each passing note, he isn’t afraid, much less he’d rather meet the cause of his coming demise.
He finds, about 80 feet away, a gnomish woman playing the Viola, surrounded by two dozen corpses. Her eyes are closed, and the sound of her instrument pierces the air like an arrow, above everything, unshakable.
He smiles, and with a swing of his blade, the music is broken for a mere moment, like a shattering silence cleaving through everything before it. Eithan bows respectfully before the Gnomish woman, taking a knee to show even greater respect.
"I see." He lays back on Eithan's lap. "How did that happen?"
“I wasn’t a knight at the time, simply a kid trying to make the most out of a life I didn’t deserve, stealing from the poor because I was poorer. One day, I got caught in the wrong place by the wrong person, slit my throat there. I drowned in my own blood.”
"Ah, random evil begets random evil. How did you get out of 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.
"I see." He lays back on Eithan's lap. "How did that happen?"
“I wasn’t a knight at the time, simply a kid trying to make the most out of a life I didn’t deserve, stealing from the poor because I was poorer. One day, I got caught in the wrong place by the wrong person, slit my throat there. I drowned in my own blood.”
"Ah, random evil begets random evil. How did you get out of that?"
“The blessing of radiance returned me to life, with the only condition that I fight that evil I once lived for, to remove what I can and stop what I can’t. I still am free, but I’m no longer alone in the confines of my mind.”
He smiles, and with a swing of his blade, the music is broken for a mere moment, like a shattering silence cleaving through everything before it. Eithan bows respectfully before the Gnomish woman, taking a knee to show even greater respect.
as he swings his blade, it becomes immediately apparent that the music, which should have broken, did not break. It’s like the world simply refuses to register it happening, and the notes come out flawless. (Her voice and performance cannot, under any circumstances whatsoever, be interrupted, silenced, or broken.)
The woman smirks, stopping her playing for just a moment, but still ready to play a note. “Impressive… most people who hear those notes die on the spot.”
He smiles, and with a swing of his blade, the music is broken for a mere moment, like a shattering silence cleaving through everything before it. Eithan bows respectfully before the Gnomish woman, taking a knee to show even greater respect.
as he swings his blade, it becomes immediately apparent that the music, which should have broken, did not break. It’s like the world simply refuses to register it happening, and the notes come out flawless. (Her voice and performance cannot, under any circumstances whatsoever, be interrupted, silenced, or broken.)
The woman smirks, stopping her playing for just a moment, but still ready to play a note. “Impressive… most people who hear those notes die on the spot.”
He stands back to his full height, though he continues to bow his head, “I wouldn’t be prideful enough to say that I am better than most people, but it seems I am more resilient. You are quite the musician, and a beauty to behold as well, if I may be so bold to say such.” He says, taking off his helmet, showing that bright and friendly smile, his silver eyes shining with the Moon’s glow. (That’s a really cool feature, honestly.)
He smiles, and with a swing of his blade, the music is broken for a mere moment, like a shattering silence cleaving through everything before it. Eithan bows respectfully before the Gnomish woman, taking a knee to show even greater respect.
as he swings his blade, it becomes immediately apparent that the music, which should have broken, did not break. It’s like the world simply refuses to register it happening, and the notes come out flawless. (Her voice and performance cannot, under any circumstances whatsoever, be interrupted, silenced, or broken.)
The woman smirks, stopping her playing for just a moment, but still ready to play a note. “Impressive… most people who hear those notes die on the spot.”
He stands back to his full height, though he continues to bow his head, “I wouldn’t be prideful enough to say that I am better than most people, but it seems I am more resilient. You are quite the musician, and a beauty to behold as well, if I may be so bold to say such.” He says, taking off his helmet, showing that bright and friendly smile, his silver eyes shining with the Moon’s glow. (That’s a really cool feature, honestly.)
*aww, thanks! There’s also a fun surprise for anyone who tries to stop her from playing her Viola.*
she cackles. “You flatter me, darling. You know, this place seems like a pretty nice stage… I wonder if this could be where it’ll finally happen…”
He smiles, and with a swing of his blade, the music is broken for a mere moment, like a shattering silence cleaving through everything before it. Eithan bows respectfully before the Gnomish woman, taking a knee to show even greater respect.
as he swings his blade, it becomes immediately apparent that the music, which should have broken, did not break. It’s like the world simply refuses to register it happening, and the notes come out flawless. (Her voice and performance cannot, under any circumstances whatsoever, be interrupted, silenced, or broken.)
The woman smirks, stopping her playing for just a moment, but still ready to play a note. “Impressive… most people who hear those notes die on the spot.”
He stands back to his full height, though he continues to bow his head, “I wouldn’t be prideful enough to say that I am better than most people, but it seems I am more resilient. You are quite the musician, and a beauty to behold as well, if I may be so bold to say such.” He says, taking off his helmet, showing that bright and friendly smile, his silver eyes shining with the Moon’s glow. (That’s a really cool feature, honestly.)
*aww, thanks! There’s also a fun surprise for anyone who tries to stop her from playing her Viola.*
she cackles. “You flatter me, darling. You know, this place seems like a pretty nice stage… I wonder if this could be where it’ll finally happen…”
He chuckles softly, “Flatter? I wouldn’t dare, simply being honest with myself and with you. I must admit, I am curious what this ‘it’ may be, but it isn’t my business to learn unless you are willing to tell.”
"Ah, random evil begets random evil. How did you get out of that?"
“The blessing of radiance returned me to life, with the only condition that I fight that evil I once lived for, to remove what I can and stop what I can’t. I still am free, but I’m no longer alone in the confines of my mind.”
"And so the other you wants to... hurt you? But it was given to you by the divine?" His fingers twitch.
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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.
He smiles, and with a swing of his blade, the music is broken for a mere moment, like a shattering silence cleaving through everything before it. Eithan bows respectfully before the Gnomish woman, taking a knee to show even greater respect.
as he swings his blade, it becomes immediately apparent that the music, which should have broken, did not break. It’s like the world simply refuses to register it happening, and the notes come out flawless. (Her voice and performance cannot, under any circumstances whatsoever, be interrupted, silenced, or broken.)
The woman smirks, stopping her playing for just a moment, but still ready to play a note. “Impressive… most people who hear those notes die on the spot.”
He stands back to his full height, though he continues to bow his head, “I wouldn’t be prideful enough to say that I am better than most people, but it seems I am more resilient. You are quite the musician, and a beauty to behold as well, if I may be so bold to say such.” He says, taking off his helmet, showing that bright and friendly smile, his silver eyes shining with the Moon’s glow. (That’s a really cool feature, honestly.)
*aww, thanks! There’s also a fun surprise for anyone who tries to stop her from playing her Viola.*
she cackles. “You flatter me, darling. You know, this place seems like a pretty nice stage… I wonder if this could be where it’ll finally happen…”
He chuckles softly, “Flatter? I wouldn’t dare, simply being honest with myself and with you. I must admit, I am curious what this ‘it’ may be, but it isn’t my business to learn unless you are willing to tell.”
“Why,” she chuckles. “The place I’ll start the apocalypse, of course!” She laughs to herself.
*sure! I’m not sure if you really know any of My characters here, but if you do, anyone you want in particular?*
*I do not know your characters here, but my only character is that avatar of myself I was talking about earlier. He only has Star Spawn Emissary stats right now since I couldn't come up with a good gimmick for his mechanics. His theme is that he's an invasive species born from the collective nightmares of the multiverse. He wants to be a hero, but he has above apocalyptic levels of power (canonically) at the cost of having a hard time physically manifesting due to being... you know, made of nightmares. Millions of his kind are smeared all over a sort of intermediary plane, unable to fully manifest without dying or causing massive damage.*
*He basically pulls them through forcefully and uses them as weapons and summons. He's sort of a highly specific summoner/fleshsmith.*
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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.
"Ah, random evil begets random evil. How did you get out of that?"
“The blessing of radiance returned me to life, with the only condition that I fight that evil I once lived for, to remove what I can and stop what I can’t. I still am free, but I’m no longer alone in the confines of my mind.”
"And so the other you wants to... hurt you? But it was given to you by the divine?" His fingers twitch.
“That is the complex nature of gods, I do not know why the other was given to me, but I dare not doubt, lest the second chance I was given be taken.”
He smiles, and with a swing of his blade, the music is broken for a mere moment, like a shattering silence cleaving through everything before it. Eithan bows respectfully before the Gnomish woman, taking a knee to show even greater respect.
as he swings his blade, it becomes immediately apparent that the music, which should have broken, did not break. It’s like the world simply refuses to register it happening, and the notes come out flawless. (Her voice and performance cannot, under any circumstances whatsoever, be interrupted, silenced, or broken.)
The woman smirks, stopping her playing for just a moment, but still ready to play a note. “Impressive… most people who hear those notes die on the spot.”
He stands back to his full height, though he continues to bow his head, “I wouldn’t be prideful enough to say that I am better than most people, but it seems I am more resilient. You are quite the musician, and a beauty to behold as well, if I may be so bold to say such.” He says, taking off his helmet, showing that bright and friendly smile, his silver eyes shining with the Moon’s glow. (That’s a really cool feature, honestly.)
*aww, thanks! There’s also a fun surprise for anyone who tries to stop her from playing her Viola.*
she cackles. “You flatter me, darling. You know, this place seems like a pretty nice stage… I wonder if this could be where it’ll finally happen…”
He chuckles softly, “Flatter? I wouldn’t dare, simply being honest with myself and with you. I must admit, I am curious what this ‘it’ may be, but it isn’t my business to learn unless you are willing to tell.”
“Why,” she chuckles. “The place I’ll start the apocalypse, of course!” She laughs to herself.
He raises an eyebrow, moving some of his hair over his shoulder, “The apocalypse? I wouldn’t want to doubt you, but are you sure that is what you want to see? The end of all things on this plane and possibly others?”
*sure! I’m not sure if you really know any of My characters here, but if you do, anyone you want in particular?*
*I do not know your characters here, but my only character is that avatar of myself I was talking about earlier. He only has Star Spawn Emissary stats right now since I couldn't come up with a good gimmick for his mechanics. His theme is that he's an invasive species born from the collective nightmares of the multiverse. He wants to be a hero, but he has above apocalyptic levels of power (canonically) at the cost of having a hard time physically manifesting due to being... you know, made of nightmares. Millions of his kind are smeared all over a sort of intermediary plane, unable to fully manifest without dying or causing massive damage.*
*He basically pulls them through forcefully and uses them as weapons and summons. He's sort of a highly specific summoner/fleshsmith.*
*ooohoohooohh, that’s really fun. I’m not sure what character I should use… how about a dark power-esque spider lady manifestation of the concept of addiction and control?*
He smiles, and with a swing of his blade, the music is broken for a mere moment, like a shattering silence cleaving through everything before it. Eithan bows respectfully before the Gnomish woman, taking a knee to show even greater respect.
as he swings his blade, it becomes immediately apparent that the music, which should have broken, did not break. It’s like the world simply refuses to register it happening, and the notes come out flawless. (Her voice and performance cannot, under any circumstances whatsoever, be interrupted, silenced, or broken.)
The woman smirks, stopping her playing for just a moment, but still ready to play a note. “Impressive… most people who hear those notes die on the spot.”
He stands back to his full height, though he continues to bow his head, “I wouldn’t be prideful enough to say that I am better than most people, but it seems I am more resilient. You are quite the musician, and a beauty to behold as well, if I may be so bold to say such.” He says, taking off his helmet, showing that bright and friendly smile, his silver eyes shining with the Moon’s glow. (That’s a really cool feature, honestly.)
*aww, thanks! There’s also a fun surprise for anyone who tries to stop her from playing her Viola.*
she cackles. “You flatter me, darling. You know, this place seems like a pretty nice stage… I wonder if this could be where it’ll finally happen…”
He chuckles softly, “Flatter? I wouldn’t dare, simply being honest with myself and with you. I must admit, I am curious what this ‘it’ may be, but it isn’t my business to learn unless you are willing to tell.”
“Why,” she chuckles. “The place I’ll start the apocalypse, of course!” She laughs to herself.
He raises an eyebrow, moving some of his hair over his shoulder, “The apocalypse? I wouldn’t want to doubt you, but are you sure that is what you want to see? The end of all things on this plane and possibly others?”
“Oh yes,” she says, still smiling. “It will be quite beautiful… won’t it? Absolute death of all things in existence.”
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*I would like to test that theory of yours so you get Lady Lovelace.*
Eithan’s meditation is broken by the ear shattering noise of a single terrifying note being played on the Viola. For that one note, his heart forgets to beat. Then there’s another note. And another. They’re coming from nearby.
“I wasn’t a knight at the time, simply a kid trying to make the most out of a life I didn’t deserve, stealing from the poor because I was poorer. One day, I got caught in the wrong place by the wrong person, slit my throat there. I drowned in my own blood.”
*Warning, Eithan’s a sweet talker, they may not fight at all.*
He opens his eyes as he sticks his blade into the ground beside him, looking in the direction of the melody. Though death seems to be soon approaching with each passing note, he isn’t afraid, much less he’d rather meet the cause of his coming demise.
He finds, about 80 feet away, a gnomish woman playing the Viola, surrounded by two dozen corpses. Her eyes are closed, and the sound of her instrument pierces the air like an arrow, above everything, unshakable.
*Cut for Arch.*
He smiles, and with a swing of his blade, the music is broken for a mere moment, like a shattering silence cleaving through everything before it. Eithan bows respectfully before the Gnomish woman, taking a knee to show even greater respect.
"Ah, random evil begets random evil. How did you get out of that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“The blessing of radiance returned me to life, with the only condition that I fight that evil I once lived for, to remove what I can and stop what I can’t. I still am free, but I’m no longer alone in the confines of my mind.”
as he swings his blade, it becomes immediately apparent that the music, which should have broken, did not break. It’s like the world simply refuses to register it happening, and the notes come out flawless. (Her voice and performance cannot, under any circumstances whatsoever, be interrupted, silenced, or broken.)
The woman smirks, stopping her playing for just a moment, but still ready to play a note. “Impressive… most people who hear those notes die on the spot.”
He stands back to his full height, though he continues to bow his head, “I wouldn’t be prideful enough to say that I am better than most people, but it seems I am more resilient. You are quite the musician, and a beauty to behold as well, if I may be so bold to say such.” He says, taking off his helmet, showing that bright and friendly smile, his silver eyes shining with the Moon’s glow. (That’s a really cool feature, honestly.)
*aww, thanks! There’s also a fun surprise for anyone who tries to stop her from playing her Viola.*
she cackles. “You flatter me, darling. You know, this place seems like a pretty nice stage… I wonder if this could be where it’ll finally happen…”
He chuckles softly, “Flatter? I wouldn’t dare, simply being honest with myself and with you. I must admit, I am curious what this ‘it’ may be, but it isn’t my business to learn unless you are willing to tell.”
"And so the other you wants to... hurt you? But it was given to you by the divine?" His fingers twitch.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey Arch, wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Why,” she chuckles. “The place I’ll start the apocalypse, of course!” She laughs to herself.
*sure! I’m not sure if you really know any of My characters here, but if you do, anyone you want in particular?*
*I do not know your characters here, but my only character is that avatar of myself I was talking about earlier. He only has Star Spawn Emissary stats right now since I couldn't come up with a good gimmick for his mechanics. His theme is that he's an invasive species born from the collective nightmares of the multiverse. He wants to be a hero, but he has above apocalyptic levels of power (canonically) at the cost of having a hard time physically manifesting due to being... you know, made of nightmares. Millions of his kind are smeared all over a sort of intermediary plane, unable to fully manifest without dying or causing massive damage.*
*He basically pulls them through forcefully and uses them as weapons and summons. He's sort of a highly specific summoner/fleshsmith.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That is the complex nature of gods, I do not know why the other was given to me, but I dare not doubt, lest the second chance I was given be taken.”
He raises an eyebrow, moving some of his hair over his shoulder, “The apocalypse? I wouldn’t want to doubt you, but are you sure that is what you want to see? The end of all things on this plane and possibly others?”
*ooohoohooohh, that’s really fun. I’m not sure what character I should use… how about a dark power-esque spider lady manifestation of the concept of addiction and control?*
“Oh yes,” she says, still smiling. “It will be quite beautiful… won’t it? Absolute death of all things in existence.”