"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
We're talking about going into a dungeon simulation. You're free to join us!
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"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
You don't have to worry about dying. As soon as you need help, you are teleported out. Anyway, the first sector is what I call "the cellar". Mostly giant bugs, goblins, and other vermin, but the difficulty scales up as you go along. The second sector is what I call "the caverns of... Something". I still am making the names, you know.
Grinner enters the Tavern not by the door, but from beneath the folded green cloak of the Kenku asleep in his chair. She stands barely two and a half feet tall, wearing a finely woven cloak bleached pristine white and coated with some glossy substance to repel liquids. The hooded cloak cannot fully hide the pale scaled snout or the violet painted talons on the feet that peek beneath the hem. She climbs nimbly onto the chair beside Nine, unfolding a blanket from his own pack and smoothing it over him. He stirs but does not wake as the tiny claws gently smooth the feathers of his brow.
Grinner throws back the hood, and her pale gray eyes scan the Tavern and its patrons. She is a Kobold, white scaled with a crest of stubby gray horns atop her brow. Runes in several tongues have been carved into her horns, and the carvings inlaid with silver and electrum. Her white hide is marred across one eye by a patch of blue scales, forming a shape like a candle flame.
”Oh my child.The Feywild again? When will you come home to us?”
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Cloud blinks with surprise as a kobold appears to emerge from under a cloak. She goes over Excuse me, but did you just come out from under Nine's cloak? Regardless, welcome to the tavern, I'm Cloud.
”As for my boy here, I would not worry about Nine. He asked me to come watch over him. He’s off visionquesting for his goddess or communing with mushrooms or whatever the heck rangers do when they need to seek guidance.”
Shakes her head with an exaggerated sigh. “Those elves. Ruined my chances for a perfect acolyte.”
Y'all ready? Scarlet asks while she is looking at the makeshift party. Two druids and one bard.. alrighty.
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"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
“An old friend.. perhaps. Once we were allies, and trust still lingers. But I am from the area of Neverwinter, as is Nine-While-Nine. No one pleasant is ‘from’ the Shadowfell, dear. It is useful if you know how to walk it’s roads, a skill I inherited as did my brothers.”
The hot water arrives and Grinner dips a linen square , scrubbing road grime and black ichor from her toes.
”And you wouldn’t believe the things you step in walking through the Shadowfell.”
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" If you're gonna go, I can help. If you don't mind if I tag along, that is."
Alright so there's two of us. Anyone else?
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Lost in thought to a cherished memory with his late mentor, Arcrin was scarcily aware of the short heated argument going on around him.
The word Dungeon tugged at his conscious and pulled him back to the present. "Hmm? Whats this about a dungeon?"
Arcrin Quil'Luna is a Genasi Water Druid
H: 5'8" W:170
Hair: long Aquamarine Eyes: Blue with white specks
He wears supple shark skin leather armor and packs a trident.
We're talking about going into a dungeon simulation. You're free to join us!
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
"Yes, count me in your party!" Arcrin say's putting his half finished mug of mead down on the bar.
He walks back to his table and retrieves his driftwood trident.
Arcrin Quil'Luna is a Genasi Water Druid
H: 5'8" W:170
Hair: long Aquamarine Eyes: Blue with white specks
He wears supple shark skin leather armor and packs a trident.
Alright anyone else?
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
You don't have to worry about dying. As soon as you need help, you are teleported out. Anyway, the first sector is what I call "the cellar". Mostly giant bugs, goblins, and other vermin, but the difficulty scales up as you go along. The second sector is what I call "the caverns of... Something". I still am making the names, you know.
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Grinner enters the Tavern not by the door, but from beneath the folded green cloak of the Kenku asleep in his chair. She stands barely two and a half feet tall, wearing a finely woven cloak bleached pristine white and coated with some glossy substance to repel liquids. The hooded cloak cannot fully hide the pale scaled snout or the violet painted talons on the feet that peek beneath the hem. She climbs nimbly onto the chair beside Nine, unfolding a blanket from his own pack and smoothing it over him. He stirs but does not wake as the tiny claws gently smooth the feathers of his brow.
Grinner throws back the hood, and her pale gray eyes scan the Tavern and its patrons. She is a Kobold, white scaled with a crest of stubby gray horns atop her brow. Runes in several tongues have been carved into her horns, and the carvings inlaid with silver and electrum. Her white hide is marred across one eye by a patch of blue scales, forming a shape like a candle flame.
”Oh my child.The Feywild again? When will you come home to us?”
Grinner examines the remains of Nine’s tea with distaste, and scans the Tavern.
”A year of my life for clean water.”
Morgan, once again seated at her table near Nine, is startled by the pale kobold's sudden appearance.
*Umm...excuse me, but how did you just get here? And what are you doing with Nine?*
Well i'm ready to go.
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
A small but genuine smile at Morgan’s concern.
“Ah, our little one makes friends so swiftly. Sometimes lack of speech can facilitate life for an honest heart.”
The pale eyes study Morgan intently, the stare is mildly unnerving.
” My name is Grinner’s Last, girl. And as for how I got here, Nine tends to forget that I made his cloak. And there are always shadows under cloaks.”
Cloud blinks with surprise as a kobold appears to emerge from under a cloak. She goes over Excuse me, but did you just come out from under Nine's cloak? Regardless, welcome to the tavern, I'm Cloud.
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A languid blink and a nod to Cloud.
”Actually, I came from the Shadowfell. The cloak just gives me a destination point.”
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”As for my boy here, I would not worry about Nine. He asked me to come watch over him. He’s off visionquesting for his goddess or communing with mushrooms or whatever the heck rangers do when they need to seek guidance.”
Shakes her head with an exaggerated sigh. “Those elves. Ruined my chances for a perfect acolyte.”
Y'all ready? Scarlet asks while she is looking at the makeshift party. Two druids and one bard.. alrighty.
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
*So you're an old friend of Nine's? From the Shadowfell?*
Archibald waves farewell to Scarlet, Arcrin, and Yerandell, offering a friendly grin that has less teeth than it should.
"I liked them," he sighs.
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“An old friend.. perhaps. Once we were allies, and trust still lingers. But I am from the area of Neverwinter, as is Nine-While-Nine. No one pleasant is ‘from’ the Shadowfell, dear. It is useful if you know how to walk it’s roads, a skill I inherited as did my brothers.”
The hot water arrives and Grinner dips a linen square , scrubbing road grime and black ichor from her toes.
”And you wouldn’t believe the things you step in walking through the Shadowfell.”