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
He downs another ale and sits down. He looks like he’s about to throw up but doesn’t seem that worried about it.
*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."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
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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."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
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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)
*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."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live 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.
*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."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
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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
Raven was starting to stop, suddenly very woozy
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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
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
Raven was starting to stop, suddenly very woozy
Sik continues chirping for a few more moments before noticing raven stopping. They look over at raven and chirp up at them
*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."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
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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."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
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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
Raven was starting to stop, suddenly very woozy
Sik continues chirping for a few more moments before noticing raven stopping. They look over at raven and chirp up at them
Raven looks woozy, and suddenly gives a drunken smile, saying as they heard a bard say "hey there, hot stuff" to the kobold. *I didn't see if sik was waifu or husbando*
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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
*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."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
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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.
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
Raven was starting to stop, suddenly very woozy
Sik continues chirping for a few more moments before noticing raven stopping. They look over at raven and chirp up at them
Raven looks woozy, and suddenly gives a drunken smile, saying as they heard a bard say "hey there, hot stuff" to the kobold. *I didn't see if sik was waifu or husbando*
*Yes. All of the above *
This mostly confuses sik, who gives a confused chirp in response
*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."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
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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)
He downs another ale and sits down. He looks like he’s about to throw up but doesn’t seem that worried about it.
Back in black baby
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
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"
Sik is chirping to the avian song while drinking coffee
Caleb is hiding under a table
Bunker is serving the sudden influx of new customers
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
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
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)
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live 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"
*Now begins my obsession with Africa by Toto. Help*
Tirree has finished her tea and found a nice corner to sit in as she digs through her bag.
Sharlene is walking around, mostly drunk and bored.
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.
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
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)
Raven was starting to stop, suddenly very woozy
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
Sik continues chirping for a few more moments before noticing raven stopping. They look over at raven and chirp up at them
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
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
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 shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
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)
Raven looks woozy, and suddenly gives a drunken smile, saying as they heard a bard say "hey there, hot stuff" to the kobold. *I didn't see if sik was waifu or husbando*
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
*Who wants a random kobold fact?*
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.
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
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"
*Yes. All of the above *
This mostly confuses sik, who gives a confused chirp in response
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
*Sure*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Hm.... Interesting........"
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)
*YAAAAAS*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*A kobolds gender can change, depending on what the tribe needs, just like a clownfish. :)*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*I remember reading that. How about this, does anyone know the origin of the word?*
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"