forum DnD because I can (closed)

Started December 18, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

Eris's character.//

Whrite’s pale fingers danced across the surface of her instrument as she kept the beat with lively thumps of her foot. Her eyes were shut as she got sucked into her playing, grinning slightly when she heard Akmenos’ boots hit the chair. She started to tap along, her eyes opening as she concentrated on both.

Oof, anyone can come interact with my scary tall purple lady.//

Akmenos was grinning happily now, a charming smile on his face. There were a few people in the crowd drawing closer to him, no doubt drawn by his good looks and playing. The poor bard, however, was oblivious to his own charms, and he began singing when a few drunk patrons drew close enough for him to join in on their tunes

Rogin stayed by the sidelines until he was only a few feet from the cloaked stranger. He waited for the bartender to disappear, then stepped out of the shadows. “Who,” he murmured, just loudly enough to be heard, “are you?”

Fea already had palmed one of her dirks under her cloak. If the man beside her took another step he would impale himself on the tip. She turned to him, slowly, her mismatched eyes meeting his with thinly veiled annoyance. I can't go anywhere lately. Just trying to enjoy some good music. "I'm a female drinking a good moonale. A patron of a lovely tavern. An elf with an interesting taste in music…." She smiled at him showing just the tips of her fangs. "Which ever one suits your fancy."

Rogin stepped back, uncertain how to proceeded. He settled for quick and direct, as was his custom. “Do you know anything about the…” his voice faltered, “disappearances?”

Fea's face froze. Her slender hand tightening around her mug the only sign of her shock. How did he–? She turned to face him fully, mug forgotten and dirk re-sheathed. She pulled off her hood to reveal a striking elven face and long two toned hair. "So elves were not the only race affected?" this time her voice was soft, hesitant.

“Elves?” he stuttered, “I did not know…” he glanced at her desperately. “My friend has disappeared. I do not know where or why. I heard of others so I thought… someone else would…” He trailed off his eyes wet. “He was part elf.” he said, “We both are. We both had a half elf parent.” He gazed at her. “Will you please help?” he begged.

Fea stared at the halfling before her. Usually she wouldn't associate with others, but his eyes were screaming filled with pain. This was something she could not turn from, even if she tried. "My sister…" she started, looking down at her hands for a moment. "Yes. I will help you." she said, her voice softer than a summer wind. May the King strike me down for breaking my oath.

“Thank you!” he whispered, his eyes filling with tears. Normally he would be ashamed at such behavior, but with Fitzlan gone, his whole world had been swept out from under him.

Fea glanced away, touched by the man's emotion, but unwilling to show her own. "I am Fea. Of the Woodland Elves." She said instead, holding out her hand in greeting.

He clasped the extended hand firmly. “Rogin. Some surname me Shadowslayer, but that is naught of my doing.”

Fea slid her hand up the mans forearm in a proper elvish greeting before leaning back against the bar and picking up her ale again. She waved to the bards playing in the corner. "Enjoying the music?"

dies in gay//

“Keen as I was upon my errand I noticed it not.” He cocked an ear and began to smile. ‘Tis like a song I have heard before.” he said tapping his foot to the rhythm. “Were it another time I would join the dancers.” His look turned shadowed for a moment. “But today is not a day of mirth. It would be unfaithful to rejoice while my brother perhaps be held in captivity.”

dies in gay//

(lmao what a mood)

dies in gay//

(lmao what a mood)

I just don't know what to do…//

Why am I here… I don't even know… Mult doesn't make friends fast nor does she get attached unless she's known them for a long time… Eris, yu think our characters can know earother?//

(oh

Lex I feel deeply offended)

Well… Both Mult and Eris's characters have lived super long and it usually takes a super long time for Mult to get attached.//

(I mean Torinn is a loud dragon boi who's trying his best
and he doesn't like people to be sad so maybe he can buy your character a drink to cheer them up?)

Sure… Mult isn't sad right now… But she can look it…//