Krathian grins, "Don't let my ... disheveled appearance fool you. I and Q'il have quite literally been to the hells and back. He and I would be more than happy to help you get your daughter back." He seems to be listening to something for a moment before shaking his head as if clearing it. "I do believe it would be best to summon my patron somewhere secluded. No offense to the tavern or its patrons, but some people don't take kindly to an extraplanar power appearing in their drinking room. Nitpicky paladins, town officials, you know the like."
"im not" she said and laughed a bit. she nods understandingly "do you not want me to come with you?" she asked, tilting her head
Krathian seems surprised by the question. "No, no, of course not! I just may have to do some brief planar travel, and was curious whether you were comfortable with that."
"Yes, im fine with that" she said and pulled out a a few silver "But first, allow me to buy you a drink as a thank you"
He held up his hand, "Thank you for the offer, but please, let's see what we can do for your daughter first, besides, I'd probably light it by mistake."
she giggles a bit to herself "its okay, the ash is almost off" she said and pointed to his cheek and wiped off the smudge with her thumb "there all gone"
He smiles faintly, seemingly frozen in thought for a moment, then pulls out a piece of chalk and starts drawing a circle on the ground and says, "We'll be traveling to a plane of nothingness, it's literally just a flat stone expanse continuing on into infinity. Nothing much happens there, so it'll be perfect for our commune. However, it will be a bit of a bumpy ride, as the plane, Copsus, is very obscure. I had to modify the plane shift spell just to get there." Shortly after finishing these words, he marks the last rune-line and steps back, arms akimbo to appreciate his work. "Whelp, that's about as straight as it'll get. Make sure you stay inside the circle for the casting." He then raises his left hand as the eye in it begins to glow blue and smoke, as he chants in an ancient language. "Karithriak asvello tumlor breagarei talmaeoro tarague."
she picks up Q'il and steps inside the circle carefully
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A tall red birdfolk walks into the tavern. His wings get caught in the doorway and he has to squeeze through. He has a bow sling across his back and he’s missing one finger (is that what they are called for a bird?) on his left uh…talon? He orders a glass of ale with a heavy Scottish accent.
Raven raises their pint in a way of cheers, suddenly singing in auran
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Tirree walks over to the bar and orders herself a cup of warm tea.
Sharlene is slowly getting drunk at the bar.
Sik, who is at the bar, chirps at her
She waves back, albeit confused as to why she was getting chirped at.
(Sik is a kobold, doesn't tend to talk and more just makes noises to convay certain things. Think a cheetah chirping)
Sik waves and drinks more coffee
Tirree, still a little confused, went back to her tea, digging through her bag, pulling out what looks like various types of gold bracelets and putting them on her arms, admiring them.
Sik looks at the braclets, questioning themselves if they would be able to get away with one
To enamored with her bracelets to notice the look, she continues to pull out various golden treasures, such as a crown, a few more bracelets, which she puts on her tail, a necklace, and a few rings. The amount of space that they all took up seemed to be more than what the bag should be able to hold.
*It's less of a bag, and more of one of those purse things that Indiana Jones had, I forgot what they are called.*
Sik attempts to grab a treasure
*Sleight of hand?:26
Perception: 7
*sigh*
Sik manages to grab a bracelet and a couple of rings.
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*Jim the bugbear is literally always free. Or are you referring to people, in which case, Steve/Buckets is also free.*
Zetan, a leonin with a canine like jaw, walks over to Jim, carefully examining them
'Y-yes? Mr Lion? What can I do for ye?" Jim seems nervous under the scrutiny of a fearsome sentient bipedal supremely-predatorial feline. I wonder why...
"You can buy me a drink. Then, we talk"
"O-ok sir." Jim puts down a couple silver on the counter, and orders a rum, "What would ye like mister?"
"Strongest thing you can afford." He polishes a dagger
"A scotch t-" he starts, his voice squeaky. He starts again, "A scotch too, please"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
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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.
Tirree walks over to the bar and orders herself a cup of warm tea.
Sharlene is slowly getting drunk at the bar.
Sik, who is at the bar, chirps at her
She waves back, albeit confused as to why she was getting chirped at.
(Sik is a kobold, doesn't tend to talk and more just makes noises to convay certain things. Think a cheetah chirping)
Sik waves and drinks more coffee
Tirree, still a little confused, went back to her tea, digging through her bag, pulling out what looks like various types of gold bracelets and putting them on her arms, admiring them.
Sik looks at the braclets, questioning themselves if they would be able to get away with one
To enamored with her bracelets to notice the look, she continues to pull out various golden treasures, such as a crown, a few more bracelets, which she puts on her tail, a necklace, and a few rings. The amount of space that they all took up seemed to be more than what the bag should be able to hold.
*It's less of a bag, and more of one of those purse things that Indiana Jones had, I forgot what they are called.*
Sik attempts to grab a treasure
*Sleight of hand?:26
Perception: 7
*sigh*
Sik manages to grab a bracelet and a couple of rings.
Sik places the newfound tresure into a small pouch
A tall red birdfolk walks into the tavern. His wings get caught in the doorway and he has to squeeze through. He has a bow sling across his back and he’s missing one finger (is that what they are called for a bird?) on his left uh…talon? He orders a glass of ale with a heavy Scottish accent.
Raven raises their pint in a way of cheers, suddenly singing in auran
*Jim the bugbear is literally always free. Or are you referring to people, in which case, Steve/Buckets is also free.*
Zetan, a leonin with a canine like jaw, walks over to Jim, carefully examining them
'Y-yes? Mr Lion? What can I do for ye?" Jim seems nervous under the scrutiny of a fearsome sentient bipedal supremely-predatorial feline. I wonder why...
"You can buy me a drink. Then, we talk"
"O-ok sir." Jim puts down a couple silver on the counter, and orders a rum, "What would ye like mister?"
"Strongest thing you can afford." He polishes a dagger
"A scotch t-" he starts, his voice squeaky. He starts again, "A scotch too, please"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
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Krathian grins, "Don't let my ... disheveled appearance fool you. I and Q'il have quite literally been to the hells and back. He and I would be more than happy to help you get your daughter back." He seems to be listening to something for a moment before shaking his head as if clearing it. "I do believe it would be best to summon my patron somewhere secluded. No offense to the tavern or its patrons, but some people don't take kindly to an extraplanar power appearing in their drinking room. Nitpicky paladins, town officials, you know the like."
"im not" she said and laughed a bit. she nods understandingly "do you not want me to come with you?" she asked, tilting her head
Krathian seems surprised by the question. "No, no, of course not! I just may have to do some brief planar travel, and was curious whether you were comfortable with that."
"Yes, im fine with that" she said and pulled out a a few silver "But first, allow me to buy you a drink as a thank you"
He held up his hand, "Thank you for the offer, but please, let's see what we can do for your daughter first, besides, I'd probably light it by mistake."
she giggles a bit to herself "its okay, the ash is almost off" she said and pointed to his cheek and wiped off the smudge with her thumb "there all gone"
He smiles faintly, seemingly frozen in thought for a moment, then pulls out a piece of chalk and starts drawing a circle on the ground and says, "We'll be traveling to a plane of nothingness, it's literally just a flat stone expanse continuing on into infinity. Nothing much happens there, so it'll be perfect for our commune. However, it will be a bit of a bumpy ride, as the plane, Copsus, is very obscure. I had to modify the plane shift spell just to get there." Shortly after finishing these words, he marks the last rune-line and steps back, arms akimbo to appreciate his work. "Whelp, that's about as straight as it'll get. Make sure you stay inside the circle for the casting." He then raises his left hand as the eye in it begins to glow blue and smoke, as he chants in an ancient language. "Karithriak asvello tumlor breagarei talmaeoro tarague."
she picks up Q'il and steps inside the circle carefully
The room seems to begin spinning, blinding lights begin flashing from all sides, an incredible overload of sensory impulse assaults every inch of their being, and it feels like they have been shot out of an elephant gun and stretched like a rubber band all at once. Suddenly, it's over, and they tumble out onto an infinite expanse of stone. (Think Tomorrowland teleporter)
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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 tall red birdfolk walks into the tavern. His wings get caught in the doorway and he has to squeeze through. He has a bow sling across his back and he’s missing one finger (is that what they are called for a bird?) on his left uh…talon? He orders a glass of ale with a heavy Scottish accent.
Bunker sets down his ale, "Welcome to the tavern"
“Thanks. I don’t often see a tavern like this one. You work here?”
A tall red birdfolk walks into the tavern. His wings get caught in the doorway and he has to squeeze through. He has a bow sling across his back and he’s missing one finger (is that what they are called for a bird?) on his left uh…talon? He orders a glass of ale with a heavy Scottish accent.
Raven raises their pint in a way of cheers, suddenly singing in auran
“Aye!” He starts singing along.
Raven was very drunk, and very happy. The brew was only half full at this point, and falling
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Krathian grins, "Don't let my ... disheveled appearance fool you. I and Q'il have quite literally been to the hells and back. He and I would be more than happy to help you get your daughter back." He seems to be listening to something for a moment before shaking his head as if clearing it. "I do believe it would be best to summon my patron somewhere secluded. No offense to the tavern or its patrons, but some people don't take kindly to an extraplanar power appearing in their drinking room. Nitpicky paladins, town officials, you know the like."
"im not" she said and laughed a bit. she nods understandingly "do you not want me to come with you?" she asked, tilting her head
Krathian seems surprised by the question. "No, no, of course not! I just may have to do some brief planar travel, and was curious whether you were comfortable with that."
"Yes, im fine with that" she said and pulled out a a few silver "But first, allow me to buy you a drink as a thank you"
He held up his hand, "Thank you for the offer, but please, let's see what we can do for your daughter first, besides, I'd probably light it by mistake."
she giggles a bit to herself "its okay, the ash is almost off" she said and pointed to his cheek and wiped off the smudge with her thumb "there all gone"
He smiles faintly, seemingly frozen in thought for a moment, then pulls out a piece of chalk and starts drawing a circle on the ground and says, "We'll be traveling to a plane of nothingness, it's literally just a flat stone expanse continuing on into infinity. Nothing much happens there, so it'll be perfect for our commune. However, it will be a bit of a bumpy ride, as the plane, Copsus, is very obscure. I had to modify the plane shift spell just to get there." Shortly after finishing these words, he marks the last rune-line and steps back, arms akimbo to appreciate his work. "Whelp, that's about as straight as it'll get. Make sure you stay inside the circle for the casting." He then raises his left hand as the eye in it begins to glow blue and smoke, as he chants in an ancient language. "Karithriak asvello tumlor breagarei talmaeoro tarague."
she picks up Q'il and steps inside the circle carefully
The room seems to begin spinning, blinding lights begin flashing from all sides, an incredible overload of sensory impulse assaults every inch of their being, and it feels like they have been shot out of an elephant gun and stretched like a rubber band all at once. Suddenly, it's over, and they tumble out onto an infinite expanse of stone. (Think Tomorrowland teleporter)
*we might want to take this into PM*
Allison looks around, both confused and amazed, even though its just nothingness
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A tall red birdfolk walks into the tavern. His wings get caught in the doorway and he has to squeeze through. He has a bow sling across his back and he’s missing one finger (is that what they are called for a bird?) on his left uh…talon? He orders a glass of ale with a heavy Scottish accent.
Raven raises their pint in a way of cheers, suddenly singing in auran
“Aye!” He starts singing along.
Raven was very drunk, and very happy. The brew was only half full at this point, and falling
The Aarakocra downs his ale in one gulp and orders another one. His wings spread wide and knock over a table. “Ooh. Sorry about that.” He finds his wings in and picks the table up.
*Jim the bugbear is literally always free. Or are you referring to people, in which case, Steve/Buckets is also free.*
Zetan, a leonin with a canine like jaw, walks over to Jim, carefully examining them
'Y-yes? Mr Lion? What can I do for ye?" Jim seems nervous under the scrutiny of a fearsome sentient bipedal supremely-predatorial feline. I wonder why...
"You can buy me a drink. Then, we talk"
"O-ok sir." Jim puts down a couple silver on the counter, and orders a rum, "What would ye like mister?"
"Strongest thing you can afford." He polishes a dagger
"A scotch t-" he starts, his voice squeaky. He starts again, "A scotch too, please"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
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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 grins, "Don't let my ... disheveled appearance fool you. I and Q'il have quite literally been to the hells and back. He and I would be more than happy to help you get your daughter back." He seems to be listening to something for a moment before shaking his head as if clearing it. "I do believe it would be best to summon my patron somewhere secluded. No offense to the tavern or its patrons, but some people don't take kindly to an extraplanar power appearing in their drinking room. Nitpicky paladins, town officials, you know the like."
"im not" she said and laughed a bit. she nods understandingly "do you not want me to come with you?" she asked, tilting her head
Krathian seems surprised by the question. "No, no, of course not! I just may have to do some brief planar travel, and was curious whether you were comfortable with that."
"Yes, im fine with that" she said and pulled out a a few silver "But first, allow me to buy you a drink as a thank you"
He held up his hand, "Thank you for the offer, but please, let's see what we can do for your daughter first, besides, I'd probably light it by mistake."
she giggles a bit to herself "its okay, the ash is almost off" she said and pointed to his cheek and wiped off the smudge with her thumb "there all gone"
He smiles faintly, seemingly frozen in thought for a moment, then pulls out a piece of chalk and starts drawing a circle on the ground and says, "We'll be traveling to a plane of nothingness, it's literally just a flat stone expanse continuing on into infinity. Nothing much happens there, so it'll be perfect for our commune. However, it will be a bit of a bumpy ride, as the plane, Copsus, is very obscure. I had to modify the plane shift spell just to get there." Shortly after finishing these words, he marks the last rune-line and steps back, arms akimbo to appreciate his work. "Whelp, that's about as straight as it'll get. Make sure you stay inside the circle for the casting." He then raises his left hand as the eye in it begins to glow blue and smoke, as he chants in an ancient language. "Karithriak asvello tumlor breagarei talmaeoro tarague."
she picks up Q'il and steps inside the circle carefully
The room seems to begin spinning, blinding lights begin flashing from all sides, an incredible overload of sensory impulse assaults every inch of their being, and it feels like they have been shot out of an elephant gun and stretched like a rubber band all at once. Suddenly, it's over, and they tumble out onto an infinite expanse of stone. (Think Tomorrowland teleporter)
*we might want to take this into PM*
Allison looks around, both confused and amazed, even though its just nothingness
*Ok moving that way now*
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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.
*Jim the bugbear is literally always free. Or are you referring to people, in which case, Steve/Buckets is also free.*
Zetan, a leonin with a canine like jaw, walks over to Jim, carefully examining them
'Y-yes? Mr Lion? What can I do for ye?" Jim seems nervous under the scrutiny of a fearsome sentient bipedal supremely-predatorial feline. I wonder why...
"You can buy me a drink. Then, we talk"
"O-ok sir." Jim puts down a couple silver on the counter, and orders a rum, "What would ye like mister?"
"Strongest thing you can afford." He polishes a dagger
"A scotch t-" he starts, his voice squeaky. He starts again, "A scotch too, please"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
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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 tall red birdfolk walks into the tavern. His wings get caught in the doorway and he has to squeeze through. He has a bow sling across his back and he’s missing one finger (is that what they are called for a bird?) on his left uh…talon? He orders a glass of ale with a heavy Scottish accent.
Raven raises their pint in a way of cheers, suddenly singing in auran
“Aye!” He starts singing along.
Raven was very drunk, and very happy. The brew was only half full at this point, and falling
Sik is chirping happily to the song, though they don't understand it, as they drink their coffee
*Jim the bugbear is literally always free. Or are you referring to people, in which case, Steve/Buckets is also free.*
Zetan, a leonin with a canine like jaw, walks over to Jim, carefully examining them
'Y-yes? Mr Lion? What can I do for ye?" Jim seems nervous under the scrutiny of a fearsome sentient bipedal supremely-predatorial feline. I wonder why...
"You can buy me a drink. Then, we talk"
"O-ok sir." Jim puts down a couple silver on the counter, and orders a rum, "What would ye like mister?"
"Strongest thing you can afford." He polishes a dagger
"A scotch t-" he starts, his voice squeaky. He starts again, "A scotch too, please"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
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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.
*Jim the bugbear is literally always free. Or are you referring to people, in which case, Steve/Buckets is also free.*
Zetan, a leonin with a canine like jaw, walks over to Jim, carefully examining them
'Y-yes? Mr Lion? What can I do for ye?" Jim seems nervous under the scrutiny of a fearsome sentient bipedal supremely-predatorial feline. I wonder why...
"You can buy me a drink. Then, we talk"
"O-ok sir." Jim puts down a couple silver on the counter, and orders a rum, "What would ye like mister?"
"Strongest thing you can afford." He polishes a dagger
"A scotch t-" he starts, his voice squeaky. He starts again, "A scotch too, please"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
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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)
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she picks up Q'il and steps inside the circle carefully
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Raven raises their pint in a way of cheers, suddenly singing in auran
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
*sigh*
Sik manages to grab a bracelet and a couple of rings.
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.
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
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"
*Male*
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
Sik places the newfound tresure into a small pouch
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
“Aye!” He starts singing along.
Back in black baby
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful 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)
The room seems to begin spinning, blinding lights begin flashing from all sides, an incredible overload of sensory impulse assaults every inch of their being, and it feels like they have been shot out of an elephant gun and stretched like a rubber band all at once. Suddenly, it's over, and they tumble out onto an infinite expanse of stone. (Think Tomorrowland teleporter)
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 nods, "Yep. Its a pretty good job"
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
Raven was very drunk, and very happy. The brew was only half full at this point, and falling
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
*we might want to take this into PM*
Allison looks around, both confused and amazed, even though its just nothingness
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Aarakocra downs his ale in one gulp and orders another one. His wings spread wide and knock over a table. “Ooh. Sorry about that.” He finds his wings in and picks the table up.
Back in black baby
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
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"
*Ok moving that way now*
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"
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
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)
Sik is chirping happily to the song, though they don't understand it, as they drink their coffee
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
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
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"
*Sent the PM Wendigo*
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"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
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)