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..."
*Aaaahhhhh! MAX! I'm feeling things.*
"This is very sad. Can you resurrect, question?"
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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..."
*Aaaahhhhh! MAX! I'm feeling things.*
"This is very sad. Can you resurrect, question?"
*I'm in a mood rn so ill be a downer*
"I can't resurrect, I don't know how" she said and smiled sadly
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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?"
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..."
*Aaaahhhhh! MAX! I'm feeling things.*
"This is very sad. Can you resurrect, question?"
*I'm in a mood rn so ill be a downer*
"I can't resurrect, I don't know how" she said and smiled sadly
Q'ilbrith looks up, determined. "Krathian's patron/mentor is knowledge collector, I will request necessary knowledge. And if he does not have answer, then we will go to the underworld and carry up her soul from there."
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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.
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.
Caleb grabs the paper after a bit, uncrumpling it
"Why are you hiding?" is written on it. Krathian smoothly lets one of his pencils roll of the table in Caleb's direction.
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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 person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
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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?"
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..."
*Aaaahhhhh! MAX! I'm feeling things.*
"This is very sad. Can you resurrect, question?"
*I'm in a mood rn so ill be a downer*
"I can't resurrect, I don't know how" she said and smiled sadly
Q'ilbrith looks up, determined. "Krathian's patron/mentor is knowledge collector, I will request necessary knowledge. And if he does not have answer, then we will go to the underworld and carry up her soul from there."
"your nice but you don't have too, it was my fault for letting her go out"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
*AWWW YEAH! New winter rp here we come!*
Jim looks up from his reverie. "Welcome stranger! How about I buys ye a drink te warm dem cold bones o' yours"
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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..."
*Aaaahhhhh! MAX! I'm feeling things.*
"This is very sad. Can you resurrect, question?"
*I'm in a mood rn so ill be a downer*
"I can't resurrect, I don't know how" she said and smiled sadly
Q'ilbrith looks up, determined. "Krathian's patron/mentor is knowledge collector, I will request necessary knowledge. And if he does not have answer, then we will go to the underworld and carry up her soul from there."
"your nice but you don't have too, it was my fault for letting her go out"
"I know I do not have to, I decide to. If I did not want to, I would not have mentioned the idea."
*Is this ok with you? I don't wanna railroad your character...*
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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.
Caleb grabs the paper after a bit, uncrumpling it
"Why are you hiding?" is written on it. Krathian smoothly lets one of his pencils roll of the table in Caleb's direction.
Caleb writes "Scary bird" and gives the paper back to Krathian
A person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
*AWWW YEAH! New winter rp here we come!*
Jim looks up from his reverie. "Welcome stranger! How about I buys ye a drink te warm dem cold bones o' yours"
The man takes off his cloak. Underneath he wears a torn brown work jacket and a button up flannel shirt. The skin around his neck looks dead. He nods and sits down. "I'm Jackson" he said and nodded his head. Even though he is inside, the frost and ice doesn't seem to melt off him.
Anyone within 5 feet of him Starts feeling chilled or cold
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
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..."
*Aaaahhhhh! MAX! I'm feeling things.*
"This is very sad. Can you resurrect, question?"
*I'm in a mood rn so ill be a downer*
"I can't resurrect, I don't know how" she said and smiled sadly
Q'ilbrith looks up, determined. "Krathian's patron/mentor is knowledge collector, I will request necessary knowledge. And if he does not have answer, then we will go to the underworld and carry up her soul from there."
"your nice but you don't have too, it was my fault for letting her go out"
"I know I do not have to, I decide to. If I did not want to, I would not have mentioned the idea."
*Is this ok with you? I don't wanna railroad your character...*
*No no! Its quite fine. Been wanting to do another soul recovery*
"thats very kind of you.. Thank you" she said and smiled, standing up
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
*AWWW YEAH! New winter rp here we come!*
Jim looks up from his reverie. "Welcome stranger! How about I buys ye a drink te warm dem cold bones o' yours"
The man takes off his cloak. Underneath he wears a torn brown work jacket and a button up flannel shirt. The skin around his neck looks dead. He nods and sits down. "I'm Jackson" he said and nodded his head. Even though he is inside, the frost and ice doesn't seem to melt off him.
Anyone within 5 feet of him Starts feeling chilled or cold
Jim seems slightly unsettled, "Seems ye can chill yer own drink there, eh friend?" he chuckles nervously.
*Did I mention that Jim has arcanaphobia, phasmaphobia, turophobia, and a whole slew of other phobias?*
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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 person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
*CAST FIREBALL*
*it'll warm them up in an instant*
Bunker waves there, "Uh, hey. You alright there?"
He nods and takes off his cloak, setting it on a chair. He wears a brown work coat under and a flannel shirt under that. Even though he is inside the warmth of the tavern, the first on his fingers and clothes don't go away. One of his hands starts fazing as well as his leg as he sits down.
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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.
Caleb grabs the paper after a bit, uncrumpling it
"Why are you hiding?" is written on it. Krathian smoothly lets one of his pencils roll of the table in Caleb's direction.
Caleb writes "Scary bird" and gives the paper back to Krathian
Krathian nods, then whispers, to Caleb, "If you see him come near you, holler, I'll pump more arcane energy into that scumbag than a god could handle."
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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.
*are half based ghosts allowed in the tavern? If not I need to change up Jackson a bit*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Aaaahhhhh! MAX! I'm feeling things.*
"This is very sad. Can you resurrect, question?"
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 had like 6 characters that were undead in some way, so i think its fine*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*I'm in a mood rn so ill be a downer*
"I can't resurrect, I don't know how" she said and smiled sadly
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
-c h i l l t h e n . :D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Q'ilbrith looks up, determined. "Krathian's patron/mentor is knowledge collector, I will request necessary knowledge. And if he does not have answer, then we will go to the underworld and carry up her soul from there."
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 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
"Why are you hiding?" is written on it. Krathian smoothly lets one of his pencils roll of the table in Caleb's direction.
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"
A person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"your nice but you don't have too, it was my fault for letting her go out"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*AWWW YEAH! New winter rp here we come!*
Jim looks up from his reverie. "Welcome stranger! How about I buys ye a drink te warm dem cold bones o' yours"
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 know I do not have to, I decide to. If I did not want to, I would not have mentioned the idea."
*Is this ok with you? I don't wanna railroad your character...*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Caleb writes "Scary bird" and gives the paper back to Krathian
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
The man takes off his cloak. Underneath he wears a torn brown work jacket and a button up flannel shirt. The skin around his neck looks dead. He nods and sits down. "I'm Jackson" he said and nodded his head. Even though he is inside, the frost and ice doesn't seem to melt off him.
Anyone within 5 feet of him Starts feeling chilled or cold
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*CAST FIREBALL*
*it'll warm them up in an instant*
Bunker waves there, "Uh, hey. You alright there?"
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
*No no! Its quite fine. Been wanting to do another soul recovery*
"thats very kind of you.. Thank you" she said and smiled, standing up
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Jim seems slightly unsettled, "Seems ye can chill yer own drink there, eh friend?" he chuckles nervously.
*Did I mention that Jim has arcanaphobia, phasmaphobia, turophobia, and a whole slew of other phobias?*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
He nods and takes off his cloak, setting it on a chair. He wears a brown work coat under and a flannel shirt under that. Even though he is inside the warmth of the tavern, the first on his fingers and clothes don't go away. One of his hands starts fazing as well as his leg as he sits down.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Krathian nods, then whispers, to Caleb, "If you see him come near you, holler, I'll pump more arcane energy into that scumbag than a god could handle."
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"
*Happy noises*
*I have pancakes*
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.