Planescape - Dead God Rising


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OOC: Lol, I don't know what half of this is but the other half is um... well, eww. :confused: At least Kyran knows what it is. Nalf, can you just have Kyran order something that didn't used to be intelligant, I don't care about the price.

Also, wow, Tyrjon and Kyran have a disturbing number of physical similarities. Nevermind the names.


Kyran carefully examines the menu before handing it to the others. He avoids ordering anything that was once intelligent, and volunteers to help Llyra should she get confused. Though not without a sigh.
 

Llyra

“You guys are so friendly here, not like those supremacists down on the prime, who constantly fight each other for petty reasons,” Llyra says with a slight wink.

“I will have a pint of that Shadowrye ale, please.”
 

Noch points to the Sorrowdrown wine on the menu, holds up a finger, and smiles to the waitress in thanks.

At Llyra's comment about the friendliness of Sigil, Noch frowns and says "Lady... obey or..." He moves a finger across his neck and gives the look of a deader.
 

Nuan the Houseless

OOC: I completely dig Nock's use of sign as he speaks. Cool character bit, Deuce!

Nuan mutters something unintelligble in gutteral Neraph croak. In Common, he continues,

“I'll have the Rat. Raw. And a pint of Water. Who needs more? Food is just fuel, after all, extending our daily drudgery. Pah! to the fine foodstuffs.

And the rest of you lot, with your fancy finery, why bother? Jema here has the right idea, simple in dress, simple in need.

And yet, she whispers. What is to hide? Do you mock my Houselessness? Do so to my ears, or not at all. Still, I suppose it matters little, either way.”
 
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the waitress raises an eyebrow at nuan and considers him for a while, before turning to leave. then under her breath she mutters something.

[sblock=in infernal]to each his own[/sblock]
 

Nuan the Houseless

Nalfeshnee said:
[sblock=in infernal]to each his own[/sblock]
OOC: LOL Funny! :lol:

Nuan raises an eyehood briefly, his flat head canted to the left, then croaks quietly to himself.
 
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Llyra

To Noch's comment, Llyra replies: “Hey, I'm not stupid, ok? Thankyouverymuch. I know there is much more under the surface, and you cannot trust the shallow water, blah, blah. Just because I'm from the prime doesn't mean I don't know what's going on here... ok, I do not really know what's going on here, admittedly, but I have a good idea of that. Nonetheless I like the cultural patchwork that is Sigil. Here you can look a little strange...” and with a sideways glance to Nuan “...even a little more...” Llyra smiles and continues “...and noone seems to bother. I like that!”
 

The tiefling returns with the drinks, carrying them deftly with hands that seem better off on a gentile.​
She places the drinks on the table and shares them out, pushing a shallow bowl and glass of water towards Nuan, grinning slightly. The skinned rat, still bloody, lays in a shallow bowlThe mint garnish seems superfluous. The frothy jug of thick black liquid finds a home in front of Llyra, while the bloodthorn juice – thick, red and home to small fibrous chunks – slams onto the table near Tyrjon. She places a dish of colourful Prime vegetation in the middle o the table as she eyes Kyran playfully.​
. As she places them on the table she remarks in a soft voice, yet tinged with a faint trace of danger ‘You cutters don’t look like you’re primers. What brings you here? Longing for life away from the wheel? It ain’t worth it – you’ll end up back here soon enough.’

[sblock=OOC]type your characters' names in the title bar so we can get used to them[/sblock]
 
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Noch

Noch puts his hands up in front of his face as if trying to protect himself from Llyra, then he snickers as he rolls his eyes.

The shadowswyft then looks at the waitress, places his hands against his heart and whispers, "Sigil. Like."

OOC: Thanks Rowport! Nalfashnee advised me before on how to play this kind of humanoid.
 

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