*your up at 7 am to learn about the stock exchange only to had a epiphany that you one day will have to use the stock to stock yourself higher to get more stockens.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Morning, since school is back to normal i'm on my normal schedule of getting on at atleast 8-8:10*
Caleb is currently hanging from the cieling
Jason may be deactivated, but is currently enjoying the snow outside
Alaric is bored in class
*Hello boys! I'm back!*
Krathian is writing at a table beneath Caleb. He just now seems to notice him. "Hello ... child ... what are you doing up there?"
*Caleb is the child tiefling right?*
*HI!!! i don't think i've met you yet, I'm Alaric*
Caleb smiles, "I'm stuck."
*I think thats Zal, Caleb is an elf/fairy child, but normal child size*
*Salutations! I don't believe we have! You can call me Steve, or ItsNotAChest, whichever you prefer. I am also known as Buckets, as per the cult of Bullethawk.*
Krathian closes his book. "I, ah, see would you ... like help getting ... down?" Q'ilbrith the octopus-thingy seems puzzled by Caleb's wings.
*Do you need a description?*
*Hi!*
"That would be nice, its very hard to stay concious with all my blood rushing to my head"
*Sure. You want one too?*
"Very well then ... try not to flail." Krathian casts Telekinesis and lowers Caleb to the ground gently.
*Krathian is a tall, tired-looking half-elf with black hair and white eyes (the irises are white, he's not blind) He keeps a well-groomed moustache and wears a trench coat and a large hat. He has an eye in his left palm. Q'ilbrith, his familiar, is a black octopus with advanced psionic powers. See the tavernpedia for more details. And yes, a description of Caleb would be much welcome.*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Blaine walked outside and laid down in the snow. He wanted hyperthermia.
Thorn watched from the window, blowing the steam off his tea and flipping Blaine off for being dumb.
*Ooo, new characters*
Jason, who was also sitting in the snow, looks at Blaine
Blaine waves. He has snow in his blond-white hair. His stitches were slowly coming apart.
"....Are you falling apart?"
"I'm falling apart just sitting here" he jokes and sticks out a non-gloved hand "Blaine Sark, Howdy there" he said and smiled slightly.
Thorn busted down the door "blaine!! I worked to hard to dig up that skin of your's don't ruin it!!" He said then waved to Jason and went back inside
"Ah, like my life." Jason jokes as well, shaking their hand, "Jason, i don't have a last name. Nice to meet you"
Jason waves back, "So you're undead?" He asks blaine
He chuckles "honestly same but nice to meet ya"
Blaine shakes his head "I'm a flesh golem" he said and chuckled.
"Hmm, still think that can be considered undead, considering you're randomly stitched together parts. Constructs are weird."
"agreed" he said and sat up. Taking the thread in his teeth and pulling hard to tighten it. "thorn made me, though most flesh golems are idiots, he gave me a will and imagination so I guess I'm my own person. " he shrugs and takes off his jacket. He was slightly muscular but the skin was slightly discolored in some spots, not to mention dried with bits of blood.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Morning, since school is back to normal i'm on my normal schedule of getting on at atleast 8-8:10*
Caleb is currently hanging from the cieling
Jason may be deactivated, but is currently enjoying the snow outside
Alaric is bored in class
*Hello boys! I'm back!*
Krathian is writing at a table beneath Caleb. He just now seems to notice him. "Hello ... child ... what are you doing up there?"
*Caleb is the child tiefling right?*
*HI!!! i don't think i've met you yet, I'm Alaric*
Caleb smiles, "I'm stuck."
*I think thats Zal, Caleb is an elf/fairy child, but normal child size*
*Salutations! I don't believe we have! You can call me Steve, or ItsNotAChest, whichever you prefer. I am also known as Buckets, as per the cult of Bullethawk.*
Krathian closes his book. "I, ah, see would you ... like help getting ... down?" Q'ilbrith the octopus-thingy seems puzzled by Caleb's wings.
*Do you need a description?*
*Hi!*
"That would be nice, its very hard to stay concious with all my blood rushing to my head"
*Sure. You want one too?*
"Very well then ... try not to flail." Krathian casts Telekinesis and lowers Caleb to the ground gently.
*Krathian is a tall, tired-looking half-elf with black hair and white eyes (the irises are white, he's not blind) He keeps a well-groomed moustache and wears a trench coat and a large hat. He has an eye in his left palm. Q'ilbrith, his familiar, is a black octopus with advanced psionic powers. See the tavernpedia for more details. And yes, a description of Caleb would be much welcome.*
"Thank you" Caleb smiles, the odd tendrils holding him to the ceiling now gone
*Caleb is an 8 year old elvin child, and looks like a normal elf except for the massive fairy wings. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and typically wears a normal t-shirt and pants.*
Blaine walked outside and laid down in the snow. He wanted hyperthermia.
Thorn watched from the window, blowing the steam off his tea and flipping Blaine off for being dumb.
*Ooo, new characters*
Jason, who was also sitting in the snow, looks at Blaine
Blaine waves. He has snow in his blond-white hair. His stitches were slowly coming apart.
"....Are you falling apart?"
"I'm falling apart just sitting here" he jokes and sticks out a non-gloved hand "Blaine Sark, Howdy there" he said and smiled slightly.
Thorn busted down the door "blaine!! I worked to hard to dig up that skin of your's don't ruin it!!" He said then waved to Jason and went back inside
"Ah, like my life." Jason jokes as well, shaking their hand, "Jason, i don't have a last name. Nice to meet you"
Jason waves back, "So you're undead?" He asks blaine
He chuckles "honestly same but nice to meet ya"
Blaine shakes his head "I'm a flesh golem" he said and chuckled.
"Hmm, still think that can be considered undead, considering you're randomly stitched together parts. Constructs are weird."
"agreed" he said and sat up. Taking the thread in his teeth and pulling hard to tighten it. "thorn made me, though most flesh golems are idiots, he gave me a will and imagination so I guess I'm my own person. " he shrugs and takes off his jacket. He was slightly muscular but the skin was slightly discolored in some spots, not to mention dried with bits of blood.
Jason nods, "That makes sense." Jason looks at the stitches, "Hmm, those look painful,"
*Morning, since school is back to normal i'm on my normal schedule of getting on at atleast 8-8:10*
Caleb is currently hanging from the cieling
Jason may be deactivated, but is currently enjoying the snow outside
Alaric is bored in class
*Hello boys! I'm back!*
Krathian is writing at a table beneath Caleb. He just now seems to notice him. "Hello ... child ... what are you doing up there?"
*Caleb is the child tiefling right?*
*HI!!! i don't think i've met you yet, I'm Alaric*
Caleb smiles, "I'm stuck."
*I think thats Zal, Caleb is an elf/fairy child, but normal child size*
*Salutations! I don't believe we have! You can call me Steve, or ItsNotAChest, whichever you prefer. I am also known as Buckets, as per the cult of Bullethawk.*
Krathian closes his book. "I, ah, see would you ... like help getting ... down?" Q'ilbrith the octopus-thingy seems puzzled by Caleb's wings.
*Do you need a description?*
*Hi!*
"That would be nice, its very hard to stay concious with all my blood rushing to my head"
*Sure. You want one too?*
"Very well then ... try not to flail." Krathian casts Telekinesis and lowers Caleb to the ground gently.
*Krathian is a tall, tired-looking half-elf with black hair and white eyes (the irises are white, he's not blind) He keeps a well-groomed moustache and wears a trench coat and a large hat. He has an eye in his left palm. Q'ilbrith, his familiar, is a black octopus with advanced psionic powers. See the tavernpedia for more details. And yes, a description of Caleb would be much welcome.*
"Thank you" Caleb smiles, the odd tendrils holding him to the ceiling now gone
*Caleb is an 8 year old elvin child, and looks like a normal elf except for the massive fairy wings. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and typically wears a normal t-shirt and pants.*
"What were those ... restraints binding you to the ... ceiling?" asks Krathian
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Blaine walked outside and laid down in the snow. He wanted hyperthermia.
Thorn watched from the window, blowing the steam off his tea and flipping Blaine off for being dumb.
*Ooo, new characters*
Jason, who was also sitting in the snow, looks at Blaine
Blaine waves. He has snow in his blond-white hair. His stitches were slowly coming apart.
"....Are you falling apart?"
"I'm falling apart just sitting here" he jokes and sticks out a non-gloved hand "Blaine Sark, Howdy there" he said and smiled slightly.
Thorn busted down the door "blaine!! I worked to hard to dig up that skin of your's don't ruin it!!" He said then waved to Jason and went back inside
"Ah, like my life." Jason jokes as well, shaking their hand, "Jason, i don't have a last name. Nice to meet you"
Jason waves back, "So you're undead?" He asks blaine
He chuckles "honestly same but nice to meet ya"
Blaine shakes his head "I'm a flesh golem" he said and chuckled.
"Hmm, still think that can be considered undead, considering you're randomly stitched together parts. Constructs are weird."
"agreed" he said and sat up. Taking the thread in his teeth and pulling hard to tighten it. "thorn made me, though most flesh golems are idiots, he gave me a will and imagination so I guess I'm my own person. " he shrugs and takes off his jacket. He was slightly muscular but the skin was slightly discolored in some spots, not to mention dried with bits of blood.
Jason nods, "That makes sense." Jason looks at the stitches, "Hmm, those look painful,"
"not really, nerves are all shot" he said and chuckled "why? Do you feel pain?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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)
*Morning, since school is back to normal i'm on my normal schedule of getting on at atleast 8-8:10*
Caleb is currently hanging from the cieling
Jason may be deactivated, but is currently enjoying the snow outside
Alaric is bored in class
*Hello boys! I'm back!*
Krathian is writing at a table beneath Caleb. He just now seems to notice him. "Hello ... child ... what are you doing up there?"
*Caleb is the child tiefling right?*
*HI!!! i don't think i've met you yet, I'm Alaric*
Caleb smiles, "I'm stuck."
*I think thats Zal, Caleb is an elf/fairy child, but normal child size*
*Salutations! I don't believe we have! You can call me Steve, or ItsNotAChest, whichever you prefer. I am also known as Buckets, as per the cult of Bullethawk.*
Krathian closes his book. "I, ah, see would you ... like help getting ... down?" Q'ilbrith the octopus-thingy seems puzzled by Caleb's wings.
*Do you need a description?*
*Hi!*
"That would be nice, its very hard to stay concious with all my blood rushing to my head"
*Sure. You want one too?*
"Very well then ... try not to flail." Krathian casts Telekinesis and lowers Caleb to the ground gently.
*Krathian is a tall, tired-looking half-elf with black hair and white eyes (the irises are white, he's not blind) He keeps a well-groomed moustache and wears a trench coat and a large hat. He has an eye in his left palm. Q'ilbrith, his familiar, is a black octopus with advanced psionic powers. See the tavernpedia for more details. And yes, a description of Caleb would be much welcome.*
"Thank you" Caleb smiles, the odd tendrils holding him to the ceiling now gone
*Caleb is an 8 year old elvin child, and looks like a normal elf except for the massive fairy wings. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and typically wears a normal t-shirt and pants.*
"What were those ... restraints binding you to the ... ceiling?" asks Krathian
"No clue, they kinda just grabbed me. I was up there for like, a day or so"
Blaine walked outside and laid down in the snow. He wanted hyperthermia.
Thorn watched from the window, blowing the steam off his tea and flipping Blaine off for being dumb.
*Ooo, new characters*
Jason, who was also sitting in the snow, looks at Blaine
Blaine waves. He has snow in his blond-white hair. His stitches were slowly coming apart.
"....Are you falling apart?"
"I'm falling apart just sitting here" he jokes and sticks out a non-gloved hand "Blaine Sark, Howdy there" he said and smiled slightly.
Thorn busted down the door "blaine!! I worked to hard to dig up that skin of your's don't ruin it!!" He said then waved to Jason and went back inside
"Ah, like my life." Jason jokes as well, shaking their hand, "Jason, i don't have a last name. Nice to meet you"
Jason waves back, "So you're undead?" He asks blaine
He chuckles "honestly same but nice to meet ya"
Blaine shakes his head "I'm a flesh golem" he said and chuckled.
"Hmm, still think that can be considered undead, considering you're randomly stitched together parts. Constructs are weird."
"agreed" he said and sat up. Taking the thread in his teeth and pulling hard to tighten it. "thorn made me, though most flesh golems are idiots, he gave me a will and imagination so I guess I'm my own person. " he shrugs and takes off his jacket. He was slightly muscular but the skin was slightly discolored in some spots, not to mention dried with bits of blood.
Jason nods, "That makes sense." Jason looks at the stitches, "Hmm, those look painful,"
"not really, nerves are all shot" he said and chuckled "why? Do you feel pain?"
"Yes, i do. Its sometimes useful, since i can tell when i've been injured"
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)
*Morning, since school is back to normal i'm on my normal schedule of getting on at atleast 8-8:10*
Caleb is currently hanging from the cieling
Jason may be deactivated, but is currently enjoying the snow outside
Alaric is bored in class
*Hello boys! I'm back!*
Krathian is writing at a table beneath Caleb. He just now seems to notice him. "Hello ... child ... what are you doing up there?"
*Caleb is the child tiefling right?*
*HI!!! i don't think i've met you yet, I'm Alaric*
Caleb smiles, "I'm stuck."
*I think thats Zal, Caleb is an elf/fairy child, but normal child size*
*Salutations! I don't believe we have! You can call me Steve, or ItsNotAChest, whichever you prefer. I am also known as Buckets, as per the cult of Bullethawk.*
Krathian closes his book. "I, ah, see would you ... like help getting ... down?" Q'ilbrith the octopus-thingy seems puzzled by Caleb's wings.
*Do you need a description?*
*Hi!*
"That would be nice, its very hard to stay concious with all my blood rushing to my head"
*Sure. You want one too?*
"Very well then ... try not to flail." Krathian casts Telekinesis and lowers Caleb to the ground gently.
*Krathian is a tall, tired-looking half-elf with black hair and white eyes (the irises are white, he's not blind) He keeps a well-groomed moustache and wears a trench coat and a large hat. He has an eye in his left palm. Q'ilbrith, his familiar, is a black octopus with advanced psionic powers. See the tavernpedia for more details. And yes, a description of Caleb would be much welcome.*
"Thank you" Caleb smiles, the odd tendrils holding him to the ceiling now gone
*Caleb is an 8 year old elvin child, and looks like a normal elf except for the massive fairy wings. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and typically wears a normal t-shirt and pants.*
"What were those ... restraints binding you to the ... ceiling?" asks Krathian
"No clue, they kinda just grabbed me. I was up there for like, a day or so"
"Hmm ... a day? How did you ... maintain consciousness?" Krathian opens to a new page on the book he was writing in and seems ready to take notes, then notices that his octopus buddy is gone. He swears under his breath, "Where's Q'ilbrith..." among other, less pleasant things, before turning his attention back to Caleb.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Blaine walked outside and laid down in the snow. He wanted hyperthermia.
Thorn watched from the window, blowing the steam off his tea and flipping Blaine off for being dumb.
*Ooo, new characters*
Jason, who was also sitting in the snow, looks at Blaine
Blaine waves. He has snow in his blond-white hair. His stitches were slowly coming apart.
"....Are you falling apart?"
"I'm falling apart just sitting here" he jokes and sticks out a non-gloved hand "Blaine Sark, Howdy there" he said and smiled slightly.
Thorn busted down the door "blaine!! I worked to hard to dig up that skin of your's don't ruin it!!" He said then waved to Jason and went back inside
"Ah, like my life." Jason jokes as well, shaking their hand, "Jason, i don't have a last name. Nice to meet you"
Jason waves back, "So you're undead?" He asks blaine
He chuckles "honestly same but nice to meet ya"
Blaine shakes his head "I'm a flesh golem" he said and chuckled.
"Hmm, still think that can be considered undead, considering you're randomly stitched together parts. Constructs are weird."
"agreed" he said and sat up. Taking the thread in his teeth and pulling hard to tighten it. "thorn made me, though most flesh golems are idiots, he gave me a will and imagination so I guess I'm my own person. " he shrugs and takes off his jacket. He was slightly muscular but the skin was slightly discolored in some spots, not to mention dried with bits of blood.
Jason nods, "That makes sense." Jason looks at the stitches, "Hmm, those look painful,"
"not really, nerves are all shot" he said and chuckled "why? Do you feel pain?"
"Yes, i do. Its sometimes useful, since i can tell when i've been injured"
Blaine nodded and stood up, brushing the snow off his pants and jacket "you seem like your fun to hang out with"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Morning, since school is back to normal i'm on my normal schedule of getting on at atleast 8-8:10*
Caleb is currently hanging from the cieling
Jason may be deactivated, but is currently enjoying the snow outside
Alaric is bored in class
*Hello boys! I'm back!*
Krathian is writing at a table beneath Caleb. He just now seems to notice him. "Hello ... child ... what are you doing up there?"
*Caleb is the child tiefling right?*
*HI!!! i don't think i've met you yet, I'm Alaric*
Caleb smiles, "I'm stuck."
*I think thats Zal, Caleb is an elf/fairy child, but normal child size*
*Salutations! I don't believe we have! You can call me Steve, or ItsNotAChest, whichever you prefer. I am also known as Buckets, as per the cult of Bullethawk.*
Krathian closes his book. "I, ah, see would you ... like help getting ... down?" Q'ilbrith the octopus-thingy seems puzzled by Caleb's wings.
*Do you need a description?*
*Hi!*
"That would be nice, its very hard to stay concious with all my blood rushing to my head"
*Sure. You want one too?*
"Very well then ... try not to flail." Krathian casts Telekinesis and lowers Caleb to the ground gently.
*Krathian is a tall, tired-looking half-elf with black hair and white eyes (the irises are white, he's not blind) He keeps a well-groomed moustache and wears a trench coat and a large hat. He has an eye in his left palm. Q'ilbrith, his familiar, is a black octopus with advanced psionic powers. See the tavernpedia for more details. And yes, a description of Caleb would be much welcome.*
"Thank you" Caleb smiles, the odd tendrils holding him to the ceiling now gone
*Caleb is an 8 year old elvin child, and looks like a normal elf except for the massive fairy wings. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and typically wears a normal t-shirt and pants.*
"What were those ... restraints binding you to the ... ceiling?" asks Krathian
"No clue, they kinda just grabbed me. I was up there for like, a day or so"
"Hmm ... a day? How did you ... maintain consciousness?" Krathian opens to a new page on the book he was writing in and seems ready to take notes, then notices that his octopus buddy is gone. He swears under his breath, "Where's Q'ilbrith..." among other, less pleasant things, before turning his attention back to Caleb.
Caleb has taken note of the swears, and answers his question, "I didn't. Regularly passed out from it."
Blaine walked outside and laid down in the snow. He wanted hyperthermia.
Thorn watched from the window, blowing the steam off his tea and flipping Blaine off for being dumb.
*Ooo, new characters*
Jason, who was also sitting in the snow, looks at Blaine
Blaine waves. He has snow in his blond-white hair. His stitches were slowly coming apart.
"....Are you falling apart?"
"I'm falling apart just sitting here" he jokes and sticks out a non-gloved hand "Blaine Sark, Howdy there" he said and smiled slightly.
Thorn busted down the door "blaine!! I worked to hard to dig up that skin of your's don't ruin it!!" He said then waved to Jason and went back inside
"Ah, like my life." Jason jokes as well, shaking their hand, "Jason, i don't have a last name. Nice to meet you"
Jason waves back, "So you're undead?" He asks blaine
He chuckles "honestly same but nice to meet ya"
Blaine shakes his head "I'm a flesh golem" he said and chuckled.
"Hmm, still think that can be considered undead, considering you're randomly stitched together parts. Constructs are weird."
"agreed" he said and sat up. Taking the thread in his teeth and pulling hard to tighten it. "thorn made me, though most flesh golems are idiots, he gave me a will and imagination so I guess I'm my own person. " he shrugs and takes off his jacket. He was slightly muscular but the skin was slightly discolored in some spots, not to mention dried with bits of blood.
Jason nods, "That makes sense." Jason looks at the stitches, "Hmm, those look painful,"
"not really, nerves are all shot" he said and chuckled "why? Do you feel pain?"
"Yes, i do. Its sometimes useful, since i can tell when i've been injured"
Blaine nodded and stood up, brushing the snow off his pants and jacket "you seem like your fun to hang out with"
*Morning, since school is back to normal i'm on my normal schedule of getting on at atleast 8-8:10*
Caleb is currently hanging from the cieling
Jason may be deactivated, but is currently enjoying the snow outside
Alaric is bored in class
*Hello boys! I'm back!*
Krathian is writing at a table beneath Caleb. He just now seems to notice him. "Hello ... child ... what are you doing up there?"
*Caleb is the child tiefling right?*
*HI!!! i don't think i've met you yet, I'm Alaric*
Caleb smiles, "I'm stuck."
*I think thats Zal, Caleb is an elf/fairy child, but normal child size*
*Salutations! I don't believe we have! You can call me Steve, or ItsNotAChest, whichever you prefer. I am also known as Buckets, as per the cult of Bullethawk.*
Krathian closes his book. "I, ah, see would you ... like help getting ... down?" Q'ilbrith the octopus-thingy seems puzzled by Caleb's wings.
*Do you need a description?*
*Hi!*
"That would be nice, its very hard to stay concious with all my blood rushing to my head"
*Sure. You want one too?*
"Very well then ... try not to flail." Krathian casts Telekinesis and lowers Caleb to the ground gently.
*Krathian is a tall, tired-looking half-elf with black hair and white eyes (the irises are white, he's not blind) He keeps a well-groomed moustache and wears a trench coat and a large hat. He has an eye in his left palm. Q'ilbrith, his familiar, is a black octopus with advanced psionic powers. See the tavernpedia for more details. And yes, a description of Caleb would be much welcome.*
"Thank you" Caleb smiles, the odd tendrils holding him to the ceiling now gone
*Caleb is an 8 year old elvin child, and looks like a normal elf except for the massive fairy wings. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and typically wears a normal t-shirt and pants.*
"What were those ... restraints binding you to the ... ceiling?" asks Krathian
"No clue, they kinda just grabbed me. I was up there for like, a day or so"
"Hmm ... a day? How did you ... maintain consciousness?" Krathian opens to a new page on the book he was writing in and seems ready to take notes, then notices that his octopus buddy is gone. He swears under his breath, "Where's Q'ilbrith..." among other, less pleasant things, before turning his attention back to Caleb.
Caleb has taken note of the swears, and answers his question, "I didn't. Regularly passed out from it."
Krathian scribbles some notes. "Understandable. My ... apologies. You have ... marvelous wings. Where ... did they come ... from."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Blaine walked outside and laid down in the snow. He wanted hyperthermia.
Thorn watched from the window, blowing the steam off his tea and flipping Blaine off for being dumb.
*Ooo, new characters*
Jason, who was also sitting in the snow, looks at Blaine
Blaine waves. He has snow in his blond-white hair. His stitches were slowly coming apart.
"....Are you falling apart?"
"I'm falling apart just sitting here" he jokes and sticks out a non-gloved hand "Blaine Sark, Howdy there" he said and smiled slightly.
Thorn busted down the door "blaine!! I worked to hard to dig up that skin of your's don't ruin it!!" He said then waved to Jason and went back inside
"Ah, like my life." Jason jokes as well, shaking their hand, "Jason, i don't have a last name. Nice to meet you"
Jason waves back, "So you're undead?" He asks blaine
He chuckles "honestly same but nice to meet ya"
Blaine shakes his head "I'm a flesh golem" he said and chuckled.
"Hmm, still think that can be considered undead, considering you're randomly stitched together parts. Constructs are weird."
"agreed" he said and sat up. Taking the thread in his teeth and pulling hard to tighten it. "thorn made me, though most flesh golems are idiots, he gave me a will and imagination so I guess I'm my own person. " he shrugs and takes off his jacket. He was slightly muscular but the skin was slightly discolored in some spots, not to mention dried with bits of blood.
Jason nods, "That makes sense." Jason looks at the stitches, "Hmm, those look painful,"
"not really, nerves are all shot" he said and chuckled "why? Do you feel pain?"
"Yes, i do. Its sometimes useful, since i can tell when i've been injured"
Blaine nodded and stood up, brushing the snow off his pants and jacket "you seem like your fun to hang out with"
"I won't say otherwise," Jason says
Blaine finger Guns him then chuckles and walks back inside
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"Hmm, still think that can be considered undead, considering you're randomly stitched together parts. Constructs are weird."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*your up at 7 am to learn about the stock exchange only to had a epiphany that you one day will have to use the stock to stock yourself higher to get more stockens.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Very well then ... try not to flail." Krathian casts Telekinesis and lowers Caleb to the ground gently.
*Krathian is a tall, tired-looking half-elf with black hair and white eyes (the irises are white, he's not blind) He keeps a well-groomed moustache and wears a trench coat and a large hat. He has an eye in his left palm. Q'ilbrith, his familiar, is a black octopus with advanced psionic powers. See the tavernpedia for more details. And yes, a description of Caleb would be much welcome.*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"agreed" he said and sat up. Taking the thread in his teeth and pulling hard to tighten it. "thorn made me, though most flesh golems are idiots, he gave me a will and imagination so I guess I'm my own person. " he shrugs and takes off his jacket. He was slightly muscular but the skin was slightly discolored in some spots, not to mention dried with bits of blood.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thank you" Caleb smiles, the odd tendrils holding him to the ceiling now gone
*Caleb is an 8 year old elvin child, and looks like a normal elf except for the massive fairy wings. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and typically wears a normal t-shirt and pants.*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Jason nods, "That makes sense." Jason looks at the stitches, "Hmm, those look painful,"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"What were those ... restraints binding you to the ... ceiling?" asks Krathian
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"not really, nerves are all shot" he said and chuckled "why? Do you feel pain?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Kalnor is selling things
Annetta looks extremely annoyed
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)
An octopus taps Kalnor on the shoulder.
"Hello flesh-walker, what are you selling?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"No clue, they kinda just grabbed me. I was up there for like, a day or so"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Yes, i do. Its sometimes useful, since i can tell when i've been injured"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Prank kits!"
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)
"Hmm ... a day? How did you ... maintain consciousness?" Krathian opens to a new page on the book he was writing in and seems ready to take notes, then notices that his octopus buddy is gone. He swears under his breath, "Where's Q'ilbrith..." among other, less pleasant things, before turning his attention back to Caleb.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*No reaction to a telepathic octopus, this boi's seen some stuff.*
"Interesting. May I see a sample?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Blaine nodded and stood up, brushing the snow off his pants and jacket "you seem like your fun to hang out with"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Caleb has taken note of the swears, and answers his question, "I didn't. Regularly passed out from it."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"I won't say otherwise," Jason says
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Krathian scribbles some notes. "Understandable. My ... apologies. You have ... marvelous wings. Where ... did they come ... from."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Blaine finger Guns him then chuckles and walks back inside
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]