Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"It is good-humour, cleanses a person's mood. Who are you, dragon-walker?"
*Two things, Q'ilbrith is a sentient, psionic octopus-thingy, and he has truesight*
*I guessed that*
"I'm Frindrot. Who are you?"
*Sorry, I can be a bit dense at times - and tend to assume everyone else is too*
"Q'ilbrith, companion of the sputtering Krathian Hedara, psionic adept, and scotch-consumption savant. How may I help you?" Frindrot gets the image of a shapeless figure sweeping the floor with its hat.
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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.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
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Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"It is good-humour, cleanses a person's mood. Who are you, dragon-walker?"
*Two things, Q'ilbrith is a sentient, psionic octopus-thingy, and he has truesight*
*I guessed that*
"I'm Frindrot. Who are you?"
*Sorry, I can be a bit dense at times - and tend to assume everyone else is too*
"Q'ilbrith, companion of the sputtering Krathian Hedara, psionic adept, and scotch-consumption savant. How may I help you?" Frindrot gets the image of a shapeless figure sweeping the floor with its hat.
"Nice to meet you Q'ilbrith, I have no need for any help at the moment, but thank you for the offer."
*It seems you are right to assume that.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
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Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"It is good-humour, cleanses a person's mood. Who are you, dragon-walker?"
*Two things, Q'ilbrith is a sentient, psionic octopus-thingy, and he has truesight*
*I guessed that*
"I'm Frindrot. Who are you?"
*Sorry, I can be a bit dense at times - and tend to assume everyone else is too*
"Q'ilbrith, companion of the sputtering Krathian Hedara, psionic adept, and scotch-consumption savant. How may I help you?" Frindrot gets the image of a shapeless figure sweeping the floor with its hat.
"Nice to meet you Q'ilbrith, I have no need for any help at the moment, but thank you for the offer."
*It seems you are right to assume that.*
*lol no worries*
"You are most welcome. Thank you for clearing the air, I was beginning to look like yet-to-be-fried calamari, and I'd prefer not to be thrown into a pot of boiling oil."
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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.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"It is good-humour, cleanses a person's mood. Who are you, dragon-walker?"
*Two things, Q'ilbrith is a sentient, psionic octopus-thingy, and he has truesight*
*I guessed that*
"I'm Frindrot. Who are you?"
*Sorry, I can be a bit dense at times - and tend to assume everyone else is too*
"Q'ilbrith, companion of the sputtering Krathian Hedara, psionic adept, and scotch-consumption savant. How may I help you?" Frindrot gets the image of a shapeless figure sweeping the floor with its hat.
"Nice to meet you Q'ilbrith, I have no need for any help at the moment, but thank you for the offer."
*It seems you are right to assume that.*
*lol no worries*
"You are most welcome. Thank you for clearing the air, I was beginning to look like yet-to-be-fried calamari, and I'd prefer not to be thrown into a pot of boiling oil."
"You're welcome."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"It is good-humour, cleanses a person's mood. Who are you, dragon-walker?"
*Two things, Q'ilbrith is a sentient, psionic octopus-thingy, and he has truesight*
*I guessed that*
"I'm Frindrot. Who are you?"
*Sorry, I can be a bit dense at times - and tend to assume everyone else is too*
"Q'ilbrith, companion of the sputtering Krathian Hedara, psionic adept, and scotch-consumption savant. How may I help you?" Frindrot gets the image of a shapeless figure sweeping the floor with its hat.
"Nice to meet you Q'ilbrith, I have no need for any help at the moment, but thank you for the offer."
*It seems you are right to assume that.*
*lol no worries*
"You are most welcome. Thank you for clearing the air, I was beginning to look like yet-to-be-fried calamari, and I'd prefer not to be thrown into a pot of boiling oil."
"You're welcome."
"What brings you to the Tavern?"
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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.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
"Yeah... But living life alone just sounds.... Empty..."
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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)
*Sorry for butting in but, what did they talk about earlier?*
*How shes a dragon, and how she travels a lot and for that reason doesnt have friends*
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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 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
"Yeah... But living life alone just sounds.... Empty..."
She chuckled. "I am never truly alone. Seeing new sights fills me with as much joy as speaking with another being."
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Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"It is good-humour, cleanses a person's mood. Who are you, dragon-walker?"
*Two things, Q'ilbrith is a sentient, psionic octopus-thingy, and he has truesight*
*I guessed that*
"I'm Frindrot. Who are you?"
*Sorry, I can be a bit dense at times - and tend to assume everyone else is too*
"Q'ilbrith, companion of the sputtering Krathian Hedara, psionic adept, and scotch-consumption savant. How may I help you?" Frindrot gets the image of a shapeless figure sweeping the floor with its hat.
"Nice to meet you Q'ilbrith, I have no need for any help at the moment, but thank you for the offer."
*It seems you are right to assume that.*
*lol no worries*
"You are most welcome. Thank you for clearing the air, I was beginning to look like yet-to-be-fried calamari, and I'd prefer not to be thrown into a pot of boiling oil."
"You're welcome."
"What brings you to the Tavern?"
"I just happened upon it while I was exploring nearby."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Aedwolf is reading, sometimes looking at the golem
Tiamor is looking for some paying work
Galen is outside practicing with his swords
Blaine looks at Aedwolf and walks over, holding two bottles by the necks. he sets one down in front of aedwolf "there"
He looks up:"Oh, hi, you've got a nice looking golem over there, how'd you make it?"
*blaine's the golem, Thorn is the maker*
Blaine looked at him for a minute and tilted is head "think you got us mixed up" he said and chuckled
*Oh, woops*
"Oh, sorry I haven't had coffee yet, I'm still kindof waking up." He rubs his eyes
"its all good" he said and chuckled lightly "how are you" his voice sounded American but with a hint of british
"Good enough, but I'm still sortof tired."
*i based blaine off of 80's music.*
he chuckled "why don't you sleep"
"Don't want to, I've got studying and work to do. "
"Mate, you need sleep" he said and swished around the dregs of his ale in the cup.
"I've got coffee, that's enough."
*Aedwolf's turning out to be more of a tired collage kid then I intended, I kinda like it.*
*pft, love it*
Blaine tilted his head to the side, it was easy to see that on the bridge of his nose was a line of faint stitches. his icy blue eyes looked aedwolf over and smiled slightly.
"Soooo, your the golem right? I didn't know that they came in a non-dumb variety."
"oh i was at one time, but Thorn decided to give me a life and a will, a imagination and a brain" he said and tapped the side of his head. it was easy to see that his fingers also had medical grade stitches on them as well. he chuckled to himself before leaning back "i look 23-24... i have no idea what i look like, i guess young? but im actually 467 years old"
He takes this in then writes it down:"Wow, ok, I guess this thorn guy did some pretty good work on you, I can barely see the stitches. "
"I think he was a doctor" he says and tilts his head back "THORN WERE YOU A DOCTOR?"
Thorn looks over and gives Blaine a dirty looks
Blaine sits back up "yeah, he was a doc"
"Wait, he WAS a doctor,what happened to his license?"
"people don't like the idea of him bringing the dead back to life" he said and chuckled.
Suddenly a plastic container was throw at him. He rubbed the side of his head and snarled and threw it back at Thorn "THANKS DAD BUT IM NOT HUNGRY" he said
*these two fight a lot, I plan on it.*
"I can see why, then again I've got far more of a personal connection to necromancy then most."
*Oh boy*
*Thorn believes that science should be followed and should be used, no matter the conquenses. Blaine believes that he shouldn't even be awake, the dead shouldn't be risen by force. So these just fight all the time. Their like fire and water*
"how so?" He asked and leans on his hand, listening.
*I see*
"A year or so ago I was killed,kinda. My soul made a deal with a vampire lich that brought me back to life, all be it as a pseudo-vampire. A few weeks back I went with a friend to the shadowfell to a pool of healing, now I'm a regular person."
"well isn't that a good thing" he asked and smiled.
"Not if you don't like having to kill people to survive."
"no no. Isn't it better to be human. I miss have body warmth and nerve endings." He said and chuckled
"Oh, well yes it is, I can now feel correct again."
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Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
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Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
The bugbear jumps in his seat, startled, and moves swiftly for the exit
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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.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
"Yeah... But living life alone just sounds.... Empty..."
She chuckled. "I am never truly alone. Seeing new sights fills me with as much joy as speaking with another being."
"I guess that makes sense... But I really dont know what Id do without others... Ayryn, Mithris, Kite, Nox.... My friends and family are everything to me"
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A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
The bugbear jumps in his seat, startled, and moves swiftly for the exit
She looks over at him. "YOU! What're you running for? Huh?"
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Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"It is good-humour, cleanses a person's mood. Who are you, dragon-walker?"
*Two things, Q'ilbrith is a sentient, psionic octopus-thingy, and he has truesight*
*I guessed that*
"I'm Frindrot. Who are you?"
*Sorry, I can be a bit dense at times - and tend to assume everyone else is too*
"Q'ilbrith, companion of the sputtering Krathian Hedara, psionic adept, and scotch-consumption savant. How may I help you?" Frindrot gets the image of a shapeless figure sweeping the floor with its hat.
"Nice to meet you Q'ilbrith, I have no need for any help at the moment, but thank you for the offer."
*It seems you are right to assume that.*
*lol no worries*
"You are most welcome. Thank you for clearing the air, I was beginning to look like yet-to-be-fried calamari, and I'd prefer not to be thrown into a pot of boiling oil."
"You're welcome."
"What brings you to the Tavern?"
"I just happened upon it while I was exploring nearby."
"Same for me and Krathian, though it seems he's getting pretty settled"
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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.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
"Yeah... But living life alone just sounds.... Empty..."
She chuckled. "I am never truly alone. Seeing new sights fills me with as much joy as speaking with another being."
"I guess that makes sense... But I really dont know what Id do without others... Ayryn, Mithris, Kite, Nox.... My friends and family are everything to me"
"That is good. They are lucky to have you."
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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.
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"
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
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)
"Nice to meet you Q'ilbrith, I have no need for any help at the moment, but thank you for the offer."
*It seems you are right to assume that.*
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.
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
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.
*lol no worries*
"You are most welcome. Thank you for clearing the air, I was beginning to look like yet-to-be-fried calamari, and I'd prefer not to be thrown into a pot of boiling oil."
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"
"You're welcome."
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.
"What brings you to the Tavern?"
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"
The bugbear looks around nervously, then hunches over his ale, eyes darting about.
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"
"Yeah... But living life alone just sounds.... Empty..."
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)
*Sorry for butting in but, what did they talk about earlier?*
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"
*How shes a dragon, and how she travels a lot and for that reason doesnt have friends*
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)
*Alright, this is my last character for today.*
A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
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.
She chuckled. "I am never truly alone. Seeing new sights fills me with as much joy as speaking with another being."
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 just happened upon it while I was exploring nearby."
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.
"Oh, well yes it is, I can now feel correct again."
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The bugbear jumps in his seat, startled, and moves swiftly for the exit
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"
"I guess that makes sense... But I really dont know what Id do without others... Ayryn, Mithris, Kite, Nox.... My friends and family are everything to me"
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)
She looks over at him. "YOU! What're you running for? Huh?"
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.
"Same for me and Krathian, though it seems he's getting pretty settled"
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"
"That is good. They are lucky to have you."
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.