*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."
"It was sometimes, but the people who visited weren't very nice"
*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?"
"Q'ilbrith, familiar and companion of that buffoon talking to the wing-child." He makes what looks like an attempt at bowing, "Who might you be?"
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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?"
"Q'ilbrith, familiar and companion of that buffoon talking to the wing-child." He makes what looks like an attempt at bowing, "Who might you be?"
"Im Kalnor! I... Sorta just sell prank kits with my friend Mithris, and hang out with people" He bows back
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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?
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."
"It was sometimes, but the people who visited weren't very nice"
"What people ... were those?" asks Krathian, opening back up his book, with the look of a defeated miner having found a diamond walking out of the mine in surrender.
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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
"H-h-hi" she responds
"who're you" he askes
"I-i'm t-tia"
"nice to meet you!" he says and stands up full height, horns hitting the ceiling.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A 5'11 man walks in. (I'm not even sure if I should include height any more.) He has on a cloak with the hood up, and he seems to be wearing a bird-like skull under it, the cape part of his cloak seems to be made of black feathers, under the cloak is tight, black, leather clothes, and his boots taps loudly against the floor as he walks. On his left hand seems to be a talon-like clawed gauntlet that only has the thumb, middle, and pinky finger claws. If looked upon closely, one of his eyes is completely black with a white pupil, while the other one is normal with the iris being a dark grey. He moves in a twitchy, jerky movement that is almost imperceptible, the only thing giving it away is the occasional head jerk. He looks around, scratching his neck, before walking over to an empty table, sitting down and pulling out what seems to be a black crystal orb.
*Glad I was able to finally get this one out, this guy has been lurking in the back of my mind for a WHILE.*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*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?"
"Q'ilbrith, familiar and companion of that buffoon talking to the wing-child." He makes what looks like an attempt at bowing, "Who might you be?"
"Im Kalnor! I... Sorta just sell prank kits with my friend Mithris, and hang out with people" He bows back
"I am pleased to meet you, Kalnor, prank-bringer. Who is Mithris?"
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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 5'11 man walks in. (I'm not even sure if I should include height any more.) He has on a cloak with the hood up, and he seems to be wearing a bird-like skull under it, the cape part of his cloak seems to be made of black feathers, under the cloak is tight, black, leather clothes, and his boots taps loudly against the floor as he walks. On his left hand seems to be a talon-like clawed gauntlet that only has the thumb, middle, and pinky finger claws. If looked upon closely, one of his eyes is completely black with a white pupil, while the other one is normal with the iris being a dark grey. He moves in a twitchy, jerky movement that is almost imperceptible, the only thing giving it away is the occasional head jerk. He looks around, scratching his neck, before walking over to an empty table, sitting down and pulling out what seems to be a black crystal orb.
*Glad I was able to finally get this one out, this guy has been lurking in the back of my mind for a WHILE.*
*scp 049, that chu?*
Blaine looks up from annoying Thorn and smiles. he saunters over and watches.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*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?"
"Q'ilbrith, familiar and companion of that buffoon talking to the wing-child." He makes what looks like an attempt at bowing, "Who might you be?"
"Im Kalnor! I... Sorta just sell prank kits with my friend Mithris, and hang out with people" He bows back
"I am pleased to meet you, Kalnor, prank-bringer. Who is Mithris?"
"Shes a green haired half elf, emerald colored eyes, leather armor and a longsword. Shes about the nicest person anyone could possibly meet"
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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?
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."
"It was sometimes, but the people who visited weren't very nice"
"What people ... were those?" asks Krathian, opening back up his book, with the look of a defeated miner having found a diamond walking out of the mine in surrender.
"Sometimes people who payed to get into the carnivel, sometimes people who didn't. I got rocks thrown at me a lot"
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
"I-i'm t-tia"
"nice to meet you!" he says and stands up full height, horns hitting the ceiling.
A 5'11 man walks in. (I'm not even sure if I should include height any more.) He has on a cloak with the hood up, and he seems to be wearing a bird-like skull under it, the cape part of his cloak seems to be made of black feathers, under the cloak is tight, black, leather clothes, and his boots taps loudly against the floor as he walks. On his left hand seems to be a talon-like clawed gauntlet that only has the thumb, middle, and pinky finger claws. If looked upon closely, one of his eyes is completely black with a white pupil, while the other one is normal with the iris being a dark grey. He moves in a twitchy, jerky movement that is almost imperceptible, the only thing giving it away is the occasional head jerk. He looks around, scratching his neck, before walking over to an empty table, sitting down and pulling out what seems to be a black crystal orb.
*Glad I was able to finally get this one out, this guy has been lurking in the back of my mind for a WHILE.*
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
"I-i'm t-tia"
"nice to meet you!" he says and stands up full height, horns hitting the ceiling.
"Wow....." Tia says, clearly amazed
"you want lift up?" he asked nd picked her up
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A 5'11 man walks in. (I'm not even sure if I should include height any more.) He has on a cloak with the hood up, and he seems to be wearing a bird-like skull under it, the cape part of his cloak seems to be made of black feathers, under the cloak is tight, black, leather clothes, and his boots taps loudly against the floor as he walks. On his left hand seems to be a talon-like clawed gauntlet that only has the thumb, middle, and pinky finger claws. If looked upon closely, one of his eyes is completely black with a white pupil, while the other one is normal with the iris being a dark grey. He moves in a twitchy, jerky movement that is almost imperceptible, the only thing giving it away is the occasional head jerk. He looks around, scratching his neck, before walking over to an empty table, sitting down and pulling out what seems to be a black crystal orb.
*Glad I was able to finally get this one out, this guy has been lurking in the back of my mind for a WHILE.*
*scp 049, that chu?*
Blaine looks up from annoying Thorn and smiles. he saunters over and watches.
*lol no*
"What?" His voice was fairly monotone, and he didn't look up.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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
"I-i'm t-tia"
"nice to meet you!" he says and stands up full height, horns hitting the ceiling.
"Wow....." Tia says, clearly amazed
"you want lift up?" he asked nd picked her up
She makes a small suprised noise, not use to a.being picked up, b. suddenly being 5ft taller, and c. being around proper draconic people
*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?"
"Q'ilbrith, familiar and companion of that buffoon talking to the wing-child." He makes what looks like an attempt at bowing, "Who might you be?"
"Im Kalnor! I... Sorta just sell prank kits with my friend Mithris, and hang out with people" He bows back
"I am pleased to meet you, Kalnor, prank-bringer. Who is Mithris?"
"Shes a green haired half elf, emerald colored eyes, leather armor and a longsword. Shes about the nicest person anyone could possibly meet"
"A half-elf? Ah, what coincidence. My companion is also a half-elf. He is markedly less enjoyable though. So up tight.... That is why I bought the prank-kits. Is Mithris here? I would love to meet her,"
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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.
"It was sometimes, but the people who visited weren't very nice"
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
"Still, its 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
"Q'ilbrith, familiar and companion of that buffoon talking to the wing-child." He makes what looks like an attempt at bowing, "Who might you be?"
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"
"Im Kalnor! I... Sorta just sell prank kits with my friend Mithris, and hang out with people" He bows back
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)
"What people ... were those?" asks Krathian, opening back up his book, with the look of a defeated miner having found a diamond walking out of the mine in surrender.
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"
"nice to meet you!" he says and stands up full height, horns hitting the ceiling.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A 5'11 man walks in. (I'm not even sure if I should include height any more.) He has on a cloak with the hood up, and he seems to be wearing a bird-like skull under it, the cape part of his cloak seems to be made of black feathers, under the cloak is tight, black, leather clothes, and his boots taps loudly against the floor as he walks. On his left hand seems to be a talon-like clawed gauntlet that only has the thumb, middle, and pinky finger claws. If looked upon closely, one of his eyes is completely black with a white pupil, while the other one is normal with the iris being a dark grey. He moves in a twitchy, jerky movement that is almost imperceptible, the only thing giving it away is the occasional head jerk. He looks around, scratching his neck, before walking over to an empty table, sitting down and pulling out what seems to be a black crystal orb.
*Glad I was able to finally get this one out, this guy has been lurking in the back of my mind for a WHILE.*
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.
"listen here mountain boy, its freezing" he said and playfully punched jason in the shoulder
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I am pleased to meet you, Kalnor, prank-bringer. Who is Mithris?"
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"
*scp 049, that chu?*
Blaine looks up from annoying Thorn and smiles. he saunters over and watches.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Shes a green haired half elf, emerald colored eyes, leather armor and a longsword. Shes about the nicest person anyone could possibly meet"
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)
"Sometimes people who payed to get into the carnivel, sometimes people who didn't. I got rocks thrown at me a lot"
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
"Wow....." Tia says, clearly amazed
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 was born in the frost, you mearly adopted it" He says, mimicking bane
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
*Dope, i enjoy plague doctors*
Caleb waves
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
"you want lift up?" he asked nd picked her up
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*lol no*
"What?" His voice was fairly monotone, and he didn't look up.
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.
Kelipso puts a hand over jason's face and laughs "if you say so J"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She makes a small suprised noise, not use to a.being picked up, b. suddenly being 5ft taller, and c. being around proper draconic people
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
"A half-elf? Ah, what coincidence. My companion is also a half-elf. He is markedly less enjoyable though. So up tight.... That is why I bought the prank-kits. Is Mithris here? I would love to meet her,"
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"