An echoing cracking sound, not unlike part of stone wall crumbling, is heard outside in the shopping district- one sound runics can make possibly being familiar to many Zaidanians there- as a man practically glowing with the shine of his plate armor appears. He wears a simple crown of some sort, glyphs wrapping around the side carved into the metal. His mane of brown hair grows down to just above his paldrons, framing his well-kept beard and moustache, giving him a somewhat dignified look. On the man's back is a gorgeously made maul - one edge of it coevered in serrated crocodile tooth like edges and the other the head of a hammer crusted in golden blood. The handle is covered in chiseled vines of white marble, gilded with gold and trimmed with black steel. The vines wrap and strangle depictions of crocodilian beasts, the whole piece giving off an almost sad aura. In contrast, the man marches in jubilantly and triumphantly through the street, his very gait itself practically crying out 'HAZZAH!!' as he heads in the direction of the tavern, although slowed a bit by his sometimes getting sidetracked looking at vendors wares and greeting people as he passes
*Oh, also, Nightmare King Grimm*
Leaning against the doorframe of the tavern is a familiar, tall man with a wide brimmed black hat, his white tipped hair braided down the back of his knee-length coat. There’s what looks to be a cigarette in his mouth —though Quinclot quickly realizes that it’s actually just a lollipop, as Khazran pulls it out of his mouth. Strapped in bandoliers down his chest are an assortment of various grenades and potions, his undershirt collared and in a more western style, with a red bandana and a silver belt buckle holding up slim fitting pants that widen near the ends of the legs where is boots poke out. On the side of his hip is a gorgeous pistol, kept clean and oiled. He smiles a little, holding up a hand. “Password please, my friend. We don’t allow ruffians around here, or scoundrels such as yourself.”
"Scoundrel?" He puts his hands over his heart, stmbling back as if shot, though still with his smile wide and almost chuckling "You wound me! To call a knight such a thing!" He recovers from the stumble, standing tall a moment "Though of course, I hath gone to great lengths to learn this important password, oh great guardian of the Sphinx! And as we both know, the password is not as simple as a single word found in the recesses of ones mind, but requires careful listening and skill in memorizing!" He does a small bow before continuing "But I present for you, oh great champion of these games, the password" Quinclot begins to tap on his armor like a drum, attempting to match the beat of a song he's heard Khaz train the skeleton band to play
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A huge, 8-foot tall man(?) in welded steel armor that covers every inch of their body walks in and up to the training area. They begin throwing darts at a target with incredible accuracy.
A tall, lean human in a coat that runs down to his knees and a wide brimmed black hat resting on his head sits nearby, having a drink. His hair is long and dark, with white streaks, braided down his back. The man’s face is marred by a long scar over the left eye, though he has a cheerful smile and a very large pistol strapped to his side. “Nice darts. Can’t say that’s a common fighting style around here, but I’ve heard of some crazy serial killer that once used magic rocks to kill people, so I guess anything is possible.”
The large armored figure chuckles, a deep, metallic sound. "Heh. No, I'm just using what's available. Everything I need in order to fight is my armor."
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
“Oh definitely.” He slides over the money, sighing. “You must get a lot of visitors.”
“Plenty. This is a hub for travel pretty much.” The centaur flicks the coins up and catches them one by one, to count them. “Your drink will be out in a minute. First time in Zaidan?”
“Indeed. Made it my goal to travel the worlds after mine became unsafe.”
He quirks a slight smile, turning to get the drink. “Might’ve came to the wrong place then. Good for visits, not so good for staying and living.”
“I just want to learn as much as I can for my library. And make a name for myself while doing it. I’m Malcolm by the way, but you can call me Mal.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
a half-elf woman in shining silver armor walks in, a longsword on her waist. she sits at the bar
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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a half-elf woman in shining silver armor walks in, a longsword on her waist. she sits at the bar
Malcolm walks over to the woman and sits down next to her, checking his map. A bag is slung over his shoulder, and it looks very heavy, but he carries it with ease. The bag seems to be full of boxes.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
a half-elf woman in shining silver armor walks in, a longsword on her waist. she sits at the bar
Malcolm walks over to the woman and sits down next to her, checking his map. A bag is slung over his shoulder, and it looks very heavy, but he carries it with ease. The bag seems to be full of boxes.
she orders wine, and takes a drink
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
a half-elf woman in shining silver armor walks in, a longsword on her waist. she sits at the bar
Malcolm walks over to the woman and sits down next to her, checking his map. A bag is slung over his shoulder, and it looks very heavy, but he carries it with ease. The bag seems to be full of boxes.
she orders wine, and takes a drink
He’s carrying a mug of cocoa filled with marshmallows, and pulls a book from his bag. It reads “Tyvernian-the Basics.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
a half-elf woman in shining silver armor walks in, a longsword on her waist. she sits at the bar
Malcolm walks over to the woman and sits down next to her, checking his map. A bag is slung over his shoulder, and it looks very heavy, but he carries it with ease. The bag seems to be full of boxes.
she orders wine, and takes a drink
He’s carrying a mug of cocoa filled with marshmallows, and pulls a book from his bag. It reads “Tyvernian-the Basics.”
"tyvernian, is it a language?"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
a half-elf woman in shining silver armor walks in, a longsword on her waist. she sits at the bar
Malcolm walks over to the woman and sits down next to her, checking his map. A bag is slung over his shoulder, and it looks very heavy, but he carries it with ease. The bag seems to be full of boxes.
she orders wine, and takes a drink
He’s carrying a mug of cocoa filled with marshmallows, and pulls a book from his bag. It reads “Tyvernian-the Basics.”
"tyvernian, is it a language?"
“Indeed.” He says. “From my home world. I’m a linguist, a scholar, and a librarian, you see-and also a knight-so it is my goal to learn as many languages as possible. I’m trying to learn the languages of Zaidan and the languages of my home world.” He smiles at her and puts down the book. “Where do you hail from?” His accent is soft, if you were from Earth, you would recognize it as British.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
a half-elf woman in shining silver armor walks in, a longsword on her waist. she sits at the bar
Malcolm walks over to the woman and sits down next to her, checking his map. A bag is slung over his shoulder, and it looks very heavy, but he carries it with ease. The bag seems to be full of boxes.
she orders wine, and takes a drink
He’s carrying a mug of cocoa filled with marshmallows, and pulls a book from his bag. It reads “Tyvernian-the Basics.”
"tyvernian, is it a language?"
“Indeed.” He says. “From my home world. I’m a linguist, a scholar, and a librarian, you see-and also a knight-so it is my goal to learn as many languages as possible. I’m trying to learn the languages of Zaidan and the languages of my home world.” He smiles at her and puts down the book. “Where do you hail from?” His accent is soft, if you were from Earth, you would recognize it as British.
"Oerth. it's a long way away. well met, fellow knight"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
a half-elf woman in shining silver armor walks in, a longsword on her waist. she sits at the bar
Malcolm walks over to the woman and sits down next to her, checking his map. A bag is slung over his shoulder, and it looks very heavy, but he carries it with ease. The bag seems to be full of boxes.
she orders wine, and takes a drink
He’s carrying a mug of cocoa filled with marshmallows, and pulls a book from his bag. It reads “Tyvernian-the Basics.”
"tyvernian, is it a language?"
“Indeed.” He says. “From my home world. I’m a linguist, a scholar, and a librarian, you see-and also a knight-so it is my goal to learn as many languages as possible. I’m trying to learn the languages of Zaidan and the languages of my home world.” He smiles at her and puts down the book. “Where do you hail from?” His accent is soft, if you were from Earth, you would recognize it as British.
"Oerth. it's a long way away. well met, fellow knight"
“Well met.” He smiles. “I have heard of Oerth, but I know little about it. Care to tell me more?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
A woman, sits in a tall building in Goristran, looking out over the city out of a large window, the darkness of night filling the room. A man, hidden in the darkness steps forwards, speaking to the woman in a weary voice. "Are you sure about this? This is not like you." She speaks, her voice pleasant, but cold. "I am, it is a risk I'm willing to take, if it works I will become rich beyond your wildest dreams, if not... Well, all the more reason for it to work." She smiles, a wicked curve that does not reach her eyes. The man leaves, taking one last look towards the woman.
The smiles drops from the woman's face as he leaves. "That fool, how dare he speak to me without every inch of respect I deserve. Nevertheless he does his job well, he has no idea of who I am."
She exits the room, the moonlight has changed her, he is now taller, frame more rigid, and footsteps silent. "Sleep well royal houses of Goristran, it might be one of your final nights alive."
*Did you need me to respond to this ? I'm unsure of exactly where this is taking place or what is happening.*
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a half-elf woman in shining silver armor walks in, a longsword on her waist. she sits at the bar
Malcolm walks over to the woman and sits down next to her, checking his map. A bag is slung over his shoulder, and it looks very heavy, but he carries it with ease. The bag seems to be full of boxes.
she orders wine, and takes a drink
He’s carrying a mug of cocoa filled with marshmallows, and pulls a book from his bag. It reads “Tyvernian-the Basics.”
"tyvernian, is it a language?"
“Indeed.” He says. “From my home world. I’m a linguist, a scholar, and a librarian, you see-and also a knight-so it is my goal to learn as many languages as possible. I’m trying to learn the languages of Zaidan and the languages of my home world.” He smiles at her and puts down the book. “Where do you hail from?” His accent is soft, if you were from Earth, you would recognize it as British.
"Oerth. it's a long way away. well met, fellow knight"
“Well met.” He smiles. “I have heard of Oerth, but I know little about it. Care to tell me more?”
"it is a fascinating place. it seems like there's always more magic, hiding just around the corner. there are giants, and monsters, and dragons hiding in ruined towers. a place of wonder and danger in equal amount"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
a half-elf woman in shining silver armor walks in, a longsword on her waist. she sits at the bar
Malcolm walks over to the woman and sits down next to her, checking his map. A bag is slung over his shoulder, and it looks very heavy, but he carries it with ease. The bag seems to be full of boxes.
she orders wine, and takes a drink
He’s carrying a mug of cocoa filled with marshmallows, and pulls a book from his bag. It reads “Tyvernian-the Basics.”
"tyvernian, is it a language?"
“Indeed.” He says. “From my home world. I’m a linguist, a scholar, and a librarian, you see-and also a knight-so it is my goal to learn as many languages as possible. I’m trying to learn the languages of Zaidan and the languages of my home world.” He smiles at her and puts down the book. “Where do you hail from?” His accent is soft, if you were from Earth, you would recognize it as British.
"Oerth. it's a long way away. well met, fellow knight"
“Well met.” He smiles. “I have heard of Oerth, but I know little about it. Care to tell me more?”
"it is a fascinating place. it seems like there's always more magic, hiding just around the corner. there are giants, and monsters, and dragons hiding in ruined towers. a place of wonder and danger in equal amount"
“Very interesting. It seems that the worlds in this corner of the multiverse cannot escape from danger. If only there could be peace… I know it’s strange for a knight to seek peace, but my home was burned down many years ago. Many scripts were lost.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
"Scoundrel?" He puts his hands over his heart, stmbling back as if shot, though still with his smile wide and almost chuckling "You wound me! To call a knight such a thing!" He recovers from the stumble, standing tall a moment "Though of course, I hath gone to great lengths to learn this important password, oh great guardian of the Sphinx! And as we both know, the password is not as simple as a single word found in the recesses of ones mind, but requires careful listening and skill in memorizing!" He does a small bow before continuing "But I present for you, oh great champion of these games, the password" Quinclot begins to tap on his armor like a drum, attempting to match the beat of a song he's heard Khaz train the skeleton band to play
Khaz smiles a little more, using the lolipop in his hand like a conductor's staff, matching the beat. "Very well, Sir Knight, you have bested me! The password was of course, Supernova Starships, by the famed and talented Caliene Aradanna!" He leans back, holding the door open for Quinclot. "Drats.. I suppose I owe you a drink now, don't I?"
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A huge, 8-foot tall man(?) in welded steel armor that covers every inch of their body walks in and up to the training area. They begin throwing darts at a target with incredible accuracy.
A tall, lean human in a coat that runs down to his knees and a wide brimmed black hat resting on his head sits nearby, having a drink. His hair is long and dark, with white streaks, braided down his back. The man’s face is marred by a long scar over the left eye, though he has a cheerful smile and a very large pistol strapped to his side. “Nice darts. Can’t say that’s a common fighting style around here, but I’ve heard of some crazy serial killer that once used magic rocks to kill people, so I guess anything is possible.”
The large armored figure chuckles, a deep, metallic sound. "Heh. No, I'm just using what's available. Everything I need in order to fight is my armor."
"Interesting! Never been a fan of the suit of metal myself, but I do get the appeal." The man eyes him over. "No weapons at all? Unarmed combat?"
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The rich Woman in the red dress is making small talk with others at the tavern, a black fan in hand. Mainly about the games, tournaments, and especially the rules for betting on them. She has a playful smile on her face.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A woman, sits in a tall building in Goristran, looking out over the city out of a large window, the darkness of night filling the room. A man, hidden in the darkness steps forwards, speaking to the woman in a weary voice. "Are you sure about this? This is not like you." She speaks, her voice pleasant, but cold. "I am, it is a risk I'm willing to take, if it works I will become rich beyond your wildest dreams, if not... Well, all the more reason for it to work." She smiles, a wicked curve that does not reach her eyes. The man leaves, taking one last look towards the woman.
The smiles drops from the woman's face as he leaves. "That fool, how dare he speak to me without every inch of respect I deserve. Nevertheless he does his job well, he has no idea of who I am."
She exits the room, the moonlight has changed her, he is now taller, frame more rigid, and footsteps silent. "Sleep well royal houses of Goristran, it might be one of your final nights alive."
*Did you need me to respond to this ? I'm unsure of exactly where this is taking place or what is happening.*
*No, just a intro for a character that will be important later.*
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Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
The rich Woman in the red dress is making small talk with others at the tavern, a black fan in hand. Mainly about the games, tournaments, and especially the rules for betting on them. She has a playful smile on her face.
*Hi Arch!*
A person wanders into a tavern, a cloak heaved over their face, as they walk in, the hood drops to reveal a young woman with curly chestnut brown hair and a flushed face, as if she is hot. Sweat beads down her face, the cloak seems to be very heavy. Her eyes are wide, and she has wide silver eyes.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
“I just want to learn as much as I can for my library. And make a name for myself while doing it. I’m Malcolm by the way, but you can call me Mal.”
"Pleasure, Mal. Name's Lenare." He pokes at another spot on their map. "Over there is the library if yer interested. I can probably answer a few questions for you, if you know what you're asking."
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"Scoundrel?" He puts his hands over his heart, stmbling back as if shot, though still with his smile wide and almost chuckling "You wound me! To call a knight such a thing!" He recovers from the stumble, standing tall a moment "Though of course, I hath gone to great lengths to learn this important password, oh great guardian of the Sphinx! And as we both know, the password is not as simple as a single word found in the recesses of ones mind, but requires careful listening and skill in memorizing!" He does a small bow before continuing "But I present for you, oh great champion of these games, the password" Quinclot begins to tap on his armor like a drum, attempting to match the beat of a song he's heard Khaz train the skeleton band to play
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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The large armored figure chuckles, a deep, metallic sound. "Heh. No, I'm just using what's available. Everything I need in order to fight is my armor."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
#BRINGBACKNATIONALDEX
“I just want to learn as much as I can for my library. And make a name for myself while doing it. I’m Malcolm by the way, but you can call me Mal.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
a half-elf woman in shining silver armor walks in, a longsword on her waist. she sits at the bar
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Malcolm walks over to the woman and sits down next to her, checking his map. A bag is slung over his shoulder, and it looks very heavy, but he carries it with ease. The bag seems to be full of boxes.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
she orders wine, and takes a drink
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
He’s carrying a mug of cocoa filled with marshmallows, and pulls a book from his bag. It reads “Tyvernian-the Basics.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
"tyvernian, is it a language?"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“Indeed.” He says. “From my home world. I’m a linguist, a scholar, and a librarian, you see-and also a knight-so it is my goal to learn as many languages as possible. I’m trying to learn the languages of Zaidan and the languages of my home world.” He smiles at her and puts down the book. “Where do you hail from?” His accent is soft, if you were from Earth, you would recognize it as British.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
"Oerth. it's a long way away. well met, fellow knight"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“Well met.” He smiles. “I have heard of Oerth, but I know little about it. Care to tell me more?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*Did you need me to respond to this ? I'm unsure of exactly where this is taking place or what is happening.*
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"it is a fascinating place. it seems like there's always more magic, hiding just around the corner. there are giants, and monsters, and dragons hiding in ruined towers. a place of wonder and danger in equal amount"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“Very interesting. It seems that the worlds in this corner of the multiverse cannot escape from danger. If only there could be peace… I know it’s strange for a knight to seek peace, but my home was burned down many years ago. Many scripts were lost.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
Khaz smiles a little more, using the lolipop in his hand like a conductor's staff, matching the beat. "Very well, Sir Knight, you have bested me! The password was of course, Supernova Starships, by the famed and talented Caliene Aradanna!" He leans back, holding the door open for Quinclot. "Drats.. I suppose I owe you a drink now, don't I?"
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Interesting! Never been a fan of the suit of metal myself, but I do get the appeal." The man eyes him over. "No weapons at all? Unarmed combat?"
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The rich Woman in the red dress is making small talk with others at the tavern, a black fan in hand. Mainly about the games, tournaments, and especially the rules for betting on them. She has a playful smile on her face.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*No, just a intro for a character that will be important later.*
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!
*Hi Arch!*
A person wanders into a tavern, a cloak heaved over their face, as they walk in, the hood drops to reveal a young woman with curly chestnut brown hair and a flushed face, as if she is hot. Sweat beads down her face, the cloak seems to be very heavy. Her eyes are wide, and she has wide silver eyes.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
"Pleasure, Mal. Name's Lenare." He pokes at another spot on their map. "Over there is the library if yer interested. I can probably answer a few questions for you, if you know what you're asking."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ