#ogloriousoristria

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@ogloriousoristria (call-post starter) for Atreis and Dabalias.

Seating herself at a table. a black and dark brownish-brass dragonborn with reddish and golden hues to her horns and claws sets her feet upon the table and leans back on the chair, only stopping when she hears the chair and table creak under her weight, then sees a disapproving look or two from the nearest staff of the inn, making her return to a more regular sitting position with a chuckle and sheepish look on her face.

While looking through a menu that left on the table, the dragonborn sees a human man with bluish-black hair walking in, and, intrigued by some vague...feeling about him,  gets up for a moment and says “Hey there!” to get his attention, a big grin on her face. “You new ‘round here?” She asks, trying to be as friendly and polite as she can without getting too exuberant at meeting someone new.

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“Guys, is it heretical to fall in love with a Demon even if she shares all your same interests?” Kaliaba claps his hands together in a prayer-like motion.

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((Another character, another Heroforge Reference! Kept under the cut to avoid Dash Clogging))

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Introducing: The Bruiser

“Eh? Y’wanna ‘ire me, eh?” A gruff, cockney accent cuts through the dim lighting of the Tavern- The candle lit dive was almost practically empty, save for the Bartender and the figure in the corner. With a chuckle, the muscle bound figure leans forward. Giant, furred hands almost slam into the table, but are saved from the impact with an almost knowing cautiousness. Though curled around each other, one of the hands reaches out to a beer stein, before the shadowed figure leans forward. A Quaggoth- With dark brown fur, with a leather-fur-rimmed vest, covered face and drooping hood, scuffed jeans- lets out an amused chuckle. “Y’ really musta fallen int’ some shit, eh? Alright, I’ll bite. Jus’ tell me where, when, an’ how many people I need t’ give... ‘Attitude Adjustments.’” He accentuates such a promise with the popping of his knuckles. “Name’s Baliskar. Baliskar Hajka. Y’ need t’ know ‘cos if th’ talk ‘round town is that Baliskar’s back in prison, then jus’ know y’ ain’t gonna have much longer t’ live.”

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@reyna-the-divine continued from here! Divine? What, like a Celestial thing? Such a presumption was more than enough to cause the Drow to almost let out a chuckle, were it not for the implications of such a claim. Raising an eyebrow out of both concern and curiosity, the Drow slowly and subtly lowered one of his hands to his spellbook- Just in case something ugly may arise. “Rivelon’s...  Divine?” He asks to confirm, before continuing. “As in, perhaps, a Champion of the Celestials?” Idush follows up, adjusting his glasses again nervously. If that’s true, then the Celestials certainly aren’t doing this for a fun little outing. But, perhaps this is just some Clerical or Paladin Position. He certainly hoped so.

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@ogloriousoristria "Ah, terribly sorry- I... Seem to have been placed into a location that I don't... KNOW of. My name is Idush. Idush Umber- Would you mind explaining to me where I am, exactly?" The Ex-Noble asks, adjusting his glasses of truesight.

Reyna looks to the admittedly strange looking Elf. She had never one with such dark blue skin before. Though, when they say they're not from around here, she can already assume what comes nex.

"You're currently in the city of Arx on the world of Rivelon. My name is Reyna, and I am Rivelon's Divine. A pleasure to meet you." She says smiling doing a respectful curtsy to them.

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Normally, I’m not a big fan of doing PSAs, but since a lot of people I know on Discord are being hacked:

IF SOMEONE ON DISCORD OFFERS YOU TO PLAY TEST THEIR GAME, DO NOT CLICK ON ANY LINKS THEY MAY SEND YOU. PERIOD. DOING SO WILL ALLOW THEM TO HACK YOUR ACCOUNT.

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@ogloriousoristria "Tiny. Small. Miniscule. Absolutely microscopic. Come back when you've drank some milk and grew a little more, then we'll talk." ~ Glott (crack, obviously)

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They have no patience for rude tall strangers today...