*No reaction to a telepathic octopus, this boi's seen some stuff.*
"Interesting. May I see a sample?"
*Hes a commoner who water has tried to murder. The tavern is weird* "Sure!" He takes out a flour pack, that has ways to set triggers for it to explode, and a strange contraption of pipes and small propellers
The octopus points to the contraption with propellers
"What does that do?"
"You put it in a drafty place in someones house, and it makes an annoying whistle sound!"
"Do you accept souls as payment?"
"Uhhh... No" hes slightly concerned
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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 Characters (Outdated)
*No reaction to a telepathic octopus, this boi's seen some stuff.*
"Interesting. May I see a sample?"
*Hes a commoner who water has tried to murder. The tavern is weird* "Sure!" He takes out a flour pack, that has ways to set triggers for it to explode, and a strange contraption of pipes and small propellers
The octopus points to the contraption with propellers
"What does that do?"
"You put it in a drafty place in someones house, and it makes an annoying whistle sound!"
"Do you accept souls as payment?"
"Uhhh... No" hes slightly concerned
"I jest... how much for a kit?"
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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.
a red and back draconic walks in. he was twin horns the curl around his head like a unholy crown. he carries on his back a black sword with ruby gems implanted into the center. he is 7'1. his dark red-brown piericing eyes look around slowly as he sits down near the fire but not near blaine and thorn. He seems to emit his own warmth from his body.
A kobold stares at them, very awestruck
this was Zahir. he was the direct descent of Hashima (death of many) and Jogon (the great black storm).
The kobold seems very nervous to approach him. They have light blue scales, brownish eyes and are a little over 2 feet tall (2'6)
Zahir looks them and leaned down. they sniff them lightly then smile "hello there!" his voice seems to shake the tavern
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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."
Krathian scribbles some notes. "Understandable. My ... apologies. You have ... marvelous wings. Where ... did they come ... from."
"I've had them since birth. I'm a fairy"
Krathian scribbles some more notes, "Fascinating ... you seem unusually big for a fairy though ..."
*Aren't fairies usually tiny?*
*Yeah, but he's normal sized for a few reasons*
"Yeah, i guess i am"
"Hmm ..." he strokes his moustache and thinks for a moment, "Why might ... that be?"
"Birth defect?" Caleb guesses
"I have ... heard of peculiarities in growth that will cause someone to be ... considerably larger than ... normal for their kin, but ... never has it produced such results as ... you seem to experience. Do you ... remember your parents?" He scribbles down more notes.
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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.
*No reaction to a telepathic octopus, this boi's seen some stuff.*
"Interesting. May I see a sample?"
*Hes a commoner who water has tried to murder. The tavern is weird* "Sure!" He takes out a flour pack, that has ways to set triggers for it to explode, and a strange contraption of pipes and small propellers
The octopus points to the contraption with propellers
"What does that do?"
"You put it in a drafty place in someones house, and it makes an annoying whistle sound!"
"Do you accept souls as payment?"
"Uhhh... No" hes slightly concerned
"I jest... how much for a kit?"
"6 SP for a flour, 1 GP for a whistling noise kit!"
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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)
a red and back draconic walks in. he was twin horns the curl around his head like a unholy crown. he carries on his back a black sword with ruby gems implanted into the center. he is 7'1. his dark red-brown piericing eyes look around slowly as he sits down near the fire but not near blaine and thorn. He seems to emit his own warmth from his body.
A kobold stares at them, very awestruck
this was Zahir. he was the direct descent of Hashima (death of many) and Jogon (the great black storm).
The kobold seems very nervous to approach him. They have light blue scales, brownish eyes and are a little over 2 feet tall (2'6)
Zahir looks them and leaned down. they sniff them lightly then smile "hello there!" his voice seems to shake the tavern
*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."
"I've had them since birth. I'm a fairy"
Krathian scribbles some more notes, "Fascinating ... you seem unusually big for a fairy though ..."
*Aren't fairies usually tiny?*
*Yeah, but he's normal sized for a few reasons*
"Yeah, i guess i am"
"Hmm ..." he strokes his moustache and thinks for a moment, "Why might ... that be?"
"Birth defect?" Caleb guesses
"I have ... heard of peculiarities in growth that will cause someone to be ... considerably larger than ... normal for their kin, but ... never has it produced such results as ... you seem to experience. Do you ... remember your parents?" He scribbles down more notes.
"Nope. Earliest i remember is being found in the forest by Mr. Witchlight"
*No reaction to a telepathic octopus, this boi's seen some stuff.*
"Interesting. May I see a sample?"
*Hes a commoner who water has tried to murder. The tavern is weird* "Sure!" He takes out a flour pack, that has ways to set triggers for it to explode, and a strange contraption of pipes and small propellers
The octopus points to the contraption with propellers
"What does that do?"
"You put it in a drafty place in someones house, and it makes an annoying whistle sound!"
"Do you accept souls as payment?"
"Uhhh... No" hes slightly concerned
"I jest... how much for a kit?"
"6 SP for a flour, 1 GP for a whistling noise kit!"
"I'll take one of each," Q'ilbrith (the octopus) unrolls a tentacle, revealing the necessary money.
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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.
*No reaction to a telepathic octopus, this boi's seen some stuff.*
"Interesting. May I see a sample?"
*Hes a commoner who water has tried to murder. The tavern is weird* "Sure!" He takes out a flour pack, that has ways to set triggers for it to explode, and a strange contraption of pipes and small propellers
The octopus points to the contraption with propellers
"What does that do?"
"You put it in a drafty place in someones house, and it makes an annoying whistle sound!"
"Do you accept souls as payment?"
"Uhhh... No" hes slightly concerned
"I jest... how much for a kit?"
"6 SP for a flour, 1 GP for a whistling noise kit!"
"I'll take one of each," Q'ilbrith (the octopus) unrolls a tentacle, revealing the necessary money.
He takes it and gives them one of each "Thanks!! Who are you?"
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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.
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."
"I've had them since birth. I'm a fairy"
Krathian scribbles some more notes, "Fascinating ... you seem unusually big for a fairy though ..."
*Aren't fairies usually tiny?*
*Yeah, but he's normal sized for a few reasons*
"Yeah, i guess i am"
"Hmm ..." he strokes his moustache and thinks for a moment, "Why might ... that be?"
"Birth defect?" Caleb guesses
"I have ... heard of peculiarities in growth that will cause someone to be ... considerably larger than ... normal for their kin, but ... never has it produced such results as ... you seem to experience. Do you ... remember your parents?" He scribbles down more notes.
"Nope. Earliest i remember is being found in the forest by Mr. Witchlight"
Krathians face darkens at the mention of the name. "You do not ... by any chance ... mean the Mr. Witchlight who runs ... the Witchlight Carnival? That ... particular Mr. Witchlight?
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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.
*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."
"I've had them since birth. I'm a fairy"
Krathian scribbles some more notes, "Fascinating ... you seem unusually big for a fairy though ..."
*Aren't fairies usually tiny?*
*Yeah, but he's normal sized for a few reasons*
"Yeah, i guess i am"
"Hmm ..." he strokes his moustache and thinks for a moment, "Why might ... that be?"
"Birth defect?" Caleb guesses
"I have ... heard of peculiarities in growth that will cause someone to be ... considerably larger than ... normal for their kin, but ... never has it produced such results as ... you seem to experience. Do you ... remember your parents?" He scribbles down more notes.
"Nope. Earliest i remember is being found in the forest by Mr. Witchlight"
Krathians face darkens at the mention of the name. "You do not ... by any chance ... mean the Mr. Witchlight who runs ... the Witchlight Carnival? That ... particular Mr. Witchlight?
Caleb nods, "Yep, him. He found me in the forest, and i lived in the carnivel for most of my life"
a red and back draconic walks in. he was twin horns the curl around his head like a unholy crown. he carries on his back a black sword with ruby gems implanted into the center. he is 7'1. his dark red-brown piericing eyes look around slowly as he sits down near the fire but not near blaine and thorn. He seems to emit his own warmth from his body.
A kobold stares at them, very awestruck
this was Zahir. he was the direct descent of Hashima (death of many) and Jogon (the great black storm).
The kobold seems very nervous to approach him. They have light blue scales, brownish eyes and are a little over 2 feet tall (2'6)
Zahir looks them and leaned down. they sniff them lightly then smile "hello there!" his voice seems to shake the tavern
"H-h-hi" she responds
"who're you" he askes
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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."
Krathian scribbles some notes. "Understandable. My ... apologies. You have ... marvelous wings. Where ... did they come ... from."
"I've had them since birth. I'm a fairy"
Krathian scribbles some more notes, "Fascinating ... you seem unusually big for a fairy though ..."
*Aren't fairies usually tiny?*
*Yeah, but he's normal sized for a few reasons*
"Yeah, i guess i am"
"Hmm ..." he strokes his moustache and thinks for a moment, "Why might ... that be?"
"Birth defect?" Caleb guesses
"I have ... heard of peculiarities in growth that will cause someone to be ... considerably larger than ... normal for their kin, but ... never has it produced such results as ... you seem to experience. Do you ... remember your parents?" He scribbles down more notes.
"Nope. Earliest i remember is being found in the forest by Mr. Witchlight"
Krathians face darkens at the mention of the name. "You do not ... by any chance ... mean the Mr. Witchlight who runs ... the Witchlight Carnival? That ... particular Mr. Witchlight?
Caleb nods, "Yep, him. He found me in the forest, and i lived in the carnivel for most of my life"
"I see ..." Krathian makes a final note in his book, underlines it three times, and closes it. "You ... were brought up at the carnival? Sounds like a ... marvelous place to live."
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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.
*No reaction to a telepathic octopus, this boi's seen some stuff.*
"Interesting. May I see a sample?"
*Hes a commoner who water has tried to murder. The tavern is weird* "Sure!" He takes out a flour pack, that has ways to set triggers for it to explode, and a strange contraption of pipes and small propellers
The octopus points to the contraption with propellers
"What does that do?"
"You put it in a drafty place in someones house, and it makes an annoying whistle sound!"
"Do you accept souls as payment?"
"Uhhh... No" hes slightly concerned
"I jest... how much for a kit?"
"6 SP for a flour, 1 GP for a whistling noise kit!"
"I'll take one of each," Q'ilbrith (the octopus) unrolls a tentacle, revealing the necessary money.
He takes it and gives them one of each "Thanks!! Who are you?"
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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)
a red and back draconic walks in. he was twin horns the curl around his head like a unholy crown. he carries on his back a black sword with ruby gems implanted into the center. he is 7'1. his dark red-brown piericing eyes look around slowly as he sits down near the fire but not near blaine and thorn. He seems to emit his own warmth from his body.
A kobold stares at them, very awestruck
this was Zahir. he was the direct descent of Hashima (death of many) and Jogon (the great black storm).
The kobold seems very nervous to approach him. They have light blue scales, brownish eyes and are a little over 2 feet tall (2'6)
Zahir looks them and leaned down. they sniff them lightly then smile "hello there!" his voice seems to shake the tavern
"Uhhh... No" hes slightly concerned
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)
"Jason climbs through the widnow, brushing snow off himself, "Its rather nice outside"
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 jest... how much for a kit?"
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"
Zahir looks them and leaned down. they sniff them lightly then smile "hello there!" his voice seems to shake the tavern
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I have ... heard of peculiarities in growth that will cause someone to be ... considerably larger than ... normal for their kin, but ... never has it produced such results as ... you seem to experience. Do you ... remember your parents?" He scribbles down more notes.
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"
"6 SP for a flour, 1 GP for a whistling noise kit!"
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)
"its so cold J!" he said and chuckled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"H-h-hi" she responds
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
"Nope. Earliest i remember is being found in the forest by Mr. Witchlight"
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'm mostly dead, i can handle the cold" jason laughs
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
*0verkill just got punched with a character idea*
Mud is standing outside, leaning against a wall.
Frindrot is asleep.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I'll take one of each," Q'ilbrith (the octopus) unrolls a tentacle, revealing the necessary money.
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"
He takes it and gives them one of each "Thanks!! Who are you?"
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)
Krathians face darkens at the mention of the name. "You do not ... by any chance ... mean the Mr. Witchlight who runs ... the Witchlight Carnival? That ... particular Mr. Witchlight?
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"
Caleb nods, "Yep, him. He found me in the forest, and i lived in the carnivel for most of my life"
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
"who're you" he askes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I see ..." Krathian makes a final note in his book, underlines it three times, and closes it. "You ... were brought up at the carnival? Sounds like a ... marvelous place to live."
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"
"still!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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)
"I-i'm t-tia"
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