Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about 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 mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
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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.
Chris is tired, bored, apathetic, depressed, and frustrated
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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 mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
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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 mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
Chris is tired, bored, apathetic, depressed, and frustrated
ItsNotAChest, aka, Steve Buckets, gives Chris a digital hug
Chris dies by social anxiety
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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 mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
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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 mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
Damien shrugs, "Perhaps, perhaps"
Jim seems unsure what to do at this point. "w well... what d'ye plan on doin' with th' corpses," he says, shaken
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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.
"She is." He looks at the hand and almost imperceptibly blushes:"Um.......sure..." He gets up and takes Issacs hand.
Issac leads out to main floor and slowly leads the dance
Aedwolf is still slightly blushing, but seems to be getting more comfortable.
Issac smiles, though his movement was stiff, he was in rhythm with Aedwolf
Aedwolf is slowly starts remember how to dance and starts to be in rhythm as well.
Issac chuckles then rubs the back of his own neck. "do you know how to slow dance?" he asked
"Not really,never was the dancing type. I know enough though."
"are you ok with me teaching you or.." he said, a light blush dusted his cheeks "anyway.. its a stupid question."
"oh..um...maybe later?" He looks away slightly.
Issac pulls back "sorry, i didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable"
"No, no it's fine, I'm fine." Aedwolf looks back at him.
"you sure?" he asked, he was 3 feet away, feeling like he ruined something good
"Yes, I am."
*GTG*
*see ya*
he nods and yawns "i might as well head to bed" he said and smiled, waving a goodnight
"Ok, goodnight." He walks back to what he was doing.
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Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
Damien shrugs, "Perhaps, perhaps"
Jim seems unsure what to do at this point. "w well... what d'ye plan on doin' with th' corpses," he says, shaken
Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
Damien shrugs, "Perhaps, perhaps"
Jim seems unsure what to do at this point. "w well... what d'ye plan on doin' with th' corpses," he says, shaken
"You know the food bank that needs more meat?"
"Eh, experiments probably"
*I DIED WHEN I SAW THAT XD*
Jim breathes shudderingly and backs away into his corner booth, and lights up an extra-large cigar, head in hands and jumping at the slightest noise
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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 mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
Damien shrugs, "Perhaps, perhaps"
Jim seems unsure what to do at this point. "w well... what d'ye plan on doin' with th' corpses," he says, shaken
"You know the food bank that needs more meat?"
"Eh, experiments probably"
*I DIED WHEN I SAW THAT XD*
Jim breathes shudderingly and backs away into his corner booth, and lights up an extra-large cigar, head in hands and jumping at the slightest noise
Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
Jim mutters to himself unsettled, and walks out of the tavern into town.
As he passes the graveyard, he sees multiple police officers looking over dug up graves
He pulls his hat low over his eyes and his coat closer around him *Hey, he has astynomiaphobia*
*Fear of police, huh?*
The graves seem randomly dug up, women, men, children, old people, no pattern to it
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about it.
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
Damien shrugs, "Perhaps, perhaps"
Jim seems unsure what to do at this point. "w well... what d'ye plan on doin' with th' corpses," he says, shaken
"You know the food bank that needs more meat?"
"Eh, experiments probably"
*I DIED WHEN I SAW THAT XD*
Jim breathes shudderingly and backs away into his corner booth, and lights up an extra-large cigar, head in hands and jumping at the slightest noise
"You alright dude?" Damien asks
He jumps what looks like a foot and backs into his booth, "S-s-stay back Mr. Damien, d-don't try anything funny now..." He's shaking and sweat is pouring down his face
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Yep, he's also afraid of some cheese*
Jim mutters to himself, having flashbacks of a raid made by the Xanathar guild for a hidden dungeon entrance, they never found the dungeon, and the bodies were piled fifteen feet high. Xanathar had let him take the fall for that one. A month later, a necromancer animated the corpses, he remembered. He still had nightmares about 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"
*Is he also afraid of peanut butter being stuck to the roof of his mouth?*
The police don't notice him, more focused on the missing bodies.
He recalls that damien had a shovel on him when he entered the tavern, along with what seems to be a bag of holding
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
He curses under his breath and walks into town to buy a weapon.
He walks back in later with a blunderbuss hanging from one hip and a satchel from the other. He seems visibly calmer, but keeps an eye on Damien
*No he does not, he's never tasted peanut butter, but I'm sure if he did, he would. He does have necrophobia and hemophobia. (Do not look up hemophobia, there are some disturbing images...)*
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"
Selistriya is looking through her bag
Zetan is carving something
Chris is tired, bored, apathetic, depressed, and frustrated
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
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Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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Damien is cleaning the shovel when they enter
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
ItsNotAChest, aka, Steve Buckets, gives Chris a digital hug
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"
Jim takes a deep breath as if steeling himself, and asks, "What's with the shovel, mate."
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"
"What do you mean? Its a shovel."
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
Chris dies by social anxiety
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)
"There are more'n twenty freshly dug up graves in th' local cemetery. Ye're shovel is freshly dirty, an' ye seem ta have a bag o' holdin' on ye, so I really hope that ye ain't the grave robber they're lookin' for."
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"
Steve apologizes to Chris's corpse
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"
Damien shrugs, "Perhaps, perhaps"
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
Damien proceeds to steal Chris's corpse, I imagine?
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.
Jim seems unsure what to do at this point. "w well... what d'ye plan on doin' with th' corpses," he says, shaken
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, goodnight." He walks back to what he was doing.
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Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
"You know the food bank that needs more meat?""Eh, experiments probably"
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 DIED WHEN I SAW THAT XD*
Jim breathes shudderingly and backs away into his corner booth, and lights up an extra-large cigar, head in hands and jumping at the slightest noise
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"
Tirree is messing around with a necklace.
Fardan has gone back to singing.
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.
"You alright dude?" Damien asks
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
He jumps what looks like a foot and backs into his booth, "S-s-stay back Mr. Damien, d-don't try anything funny now..." He's shaking and sweat is pouring down his face
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"