Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
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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.
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
"Indeed there is not. I once knew a man who stole memories, simply for the chaos that it would cause. I watched men forget their wives, mothers forget their children, children forget their parents, and elders forget their lives. He made a grandfather think he was fourteen. The man was terrified to the core when he was shown a mirror, he screamed for minutes. He seemed to think he was in a nightmare, and shut his eyes muttering. 'wake up, wake up, wake up.' Then, still thinking it was a dream, he tried jumping out a third story window. It worked for him...he stopped dreaming." If an octopus can look haunted, this one certainly does.
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
"Indeed there is not. I once knew a man who stole memories, simply for the chaos that it would cause. I watched men forget their wives, mothers forget their children, children forget their parents, and elders forget their lives."
"thats both depressing and true" she said and smiled slightly, sad on the inside
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
"Indeed there is not. I once knew a man who stole memories, simply for the chaos that it would cause. I watched men forget their wives, mothers forget their children, children forget their parents, and elders forget their lives.
"thats both depressing and true" she said and smiled slightly, sad on the inside
"Indeed, still we do what we can to stop it, no? Krathian placed that man into a slumber that will last until the stars die. That is part of what he and I do. We try to understand the laws of the multiverse, so we can stop those who abuse them. As for you, though, I've never seen a child comforted as swiftly as you comforted Caleb. How?"
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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.
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)
that made Raven happy too, Chirping in harmony to the kobold
The kobold enjoys this for a few minutes before they go silent and stretch
Raven felt funny. why did they suddenly care about this kobold? anyways, they go out to the nearest source of water, in this case a river, and cleans themself a little
The kobold once again follows, playing in the river while Raven cleans themself
they kept themself turned away from the kobold of unknown gender, in an attempt to not give any ideas as they go out of the water and dress again
After a couple moments of being submerged, the kobold comes out of the water, now holding a fish and also being soaking wet
Raven was dressed and ready to go have a drink. They go to the bar, motioning Kobo along
The kobold, who i have decided to give the name "Sik", follows along after placing the fish back in the river
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
"Indeed there is not. I once knew a man who stole memories, simply for the chaos that it would cause. I watched men forget their wives, mothers forget their children, children forget their parents, and elders forget their lives.
"thats both depressing and true" she said and smiled slightly, sad on the inside
"Indeed, still we do what we can to stop it, no? Krathian placed that man into a slumber that will last until the stars die. That is part of what he and I do. We try to understand the laws of the multiverse, so we can stop those who abuse them. As for you, though, I've never seen a child comforted as swiftly as you comforted Caleb. How?"
She became quiet "I used to have a Child as my own"
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
"Indeed there is not. I once knew a man who stole memories, simply for the chaos that it would cause. I watched men forget their wives, mothers forget their children, children forget their parents, and elders forget their lives.
"thats both depressing and true" she said and smiled slightly, sad on the inside
"Indeed, still we do what we can to stop it, no? Krathian placed that man into a slumber that will last until the stars die. That is part of what he and I do. We try to understand the laws of the multiverse, so we can stop those who abuse them. As for you, though, I've never seen a child comforted as swiftly as you comforted Caleb. How?"
She became quiet "I used to have a Child as my own"
Q'ilbrith pauses for a moment, that hit him off guard. "I am sorry, Allison. What happened?"
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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 sees him, glances back at his paper, writes something, and crumples it up. He tosses it nonchalantly towards Caleb, like he's just throwing away another failed drawing.
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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.
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
"Indeed there is not. I once knew a man who stole memories, simply for the chaos that it would cause. I watched men forget their wives, mothers forget their children, children forget their parents, and elders forget their lives.
"thats both depressing and true" she said and smiled slightly, sad on the inside
"Indeed, still we do what we can to stop it, no? Krathian placed that man into a slumber that will last until the stars die. That is part of what he and I do. We try to understand the laws of the multiverse, so we can stop those who abuse them. As for you, though, I've never seen a child comforted as swiftly as you comforted Caleb. How?"
She became quiet "I used to have a Child as my own"
Q'ilbrith pauses for a moment, that hit him off guard. "I am sorry, Allison. What happened?"
"children must shouldn't be allowed to do things they want sometimes" she said and chuckled then rubbed the bridge of her nose "She got to close to close to the water and the tide came in..."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Krathian sees him, glances back at his paper, writes something, and crumples it up. He tosses it nonchalantly towards Caleb, like he's just throwing away another failed drawing.
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I am back!*
She stopped and turned around."I don't have a temper, I just wanted to see how much spirit you had. I'm kind of disappointed, to be honest."
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Lee shrugs and looked at her "at least I'm not a bully" she walked into the woods.
*idk, Lee just isn't what I though she would be*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hmph, so sensitive." She went back into the taverm.
*Yeah, I know how that feels."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Sharlene went over to the bar and got a drink.
Tirree wakes up from her nap, walking back to the main room, going over to a table and pulling what looks like a crown out of her bag.
Frindrot (in dragon form) is relaxing in a lake in the forest.
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.
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
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"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Indeed there is not. I once knew a man who stole memories, simply for the chaos that it would cause. I watched men forget their wives, mothers forget their children, children forget their parents, and elders forget their lives. He made a grandfather think he was fourteen. The man was terrified to the core when he was shown a mirror, he screamed for minutes. He seemed to think he was in a nightmare, and shut his eyes muttering. 'wake up, wake up, wake up.' Then, still thinking it was a dream, he tried jumping out a third story window. It worked for him...he stopped dreaming." If an octopus can look haunted, this one certainly does.
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"
"thats both depressing and true" she said and smiled slightly, sad on the inside
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Indeed, still we do what we can to stop it, no? Krathian placed that man into a slumber that will last until the stars die. That is part of what he and I do. We try to understand the laws of the multiverse, so we can stop those who abuse them. As for you, though, I've never seen a child comforted as swiftly as you comforted Caleb. How?"
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"
Bunker waves to them as they come downstairs, "Don't attack anyone else please. Had this whole deal with the guards, a real mess"
Caleb decides now would be a good time to hide
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
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*Yoyoyoyo*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
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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!
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The kobold, who i have decided to give the name "Sik", follows along after placing the fish back in the river
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
She became quiet "I used to have a Child as my own"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hey!*
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
Caleb is hiding from the dark raven person
Bunker is helping customers
The kobold (Sik for now) is following raven
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 pauses for a moment, that hit him off guard. "I am sorry, Allison. What happened?"
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"
Krathian sees him, glances back at his paper, writes something, and crumples it up. He tosses it nonchalantly towards Caleb, like he's just throwing away another failed drawing.
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"
"children must shouldn't be allowed to do things they want sometimes" she said and chuckled then rubbed the bridge of her nose "She got to close to close to the water and the tide came in..."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Caleb grabs the paper after a bit, uncrumpling it
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND