Elise looks around to see if she can find someone to talk to
*Xavain and Ethan are active, but I'm not the kind of person that particularly likes romance that randomly happens, so please don't try right away with my characters if you want to interact with them.*
*hey orange! wanna rp?I got a new char*
ket'rr( a vedalken with a sword and a bucket of spears) sits in the corner
Turin recognizes him and walks over, a friendly look on his bespectacled, bearded face. “Ye still lookin fer weapons, friend?”
"yes. who are you?"
“Names Turin Adzegrinder,” he emphatically shakes the man’s hand and begins searching the pockets of his jacket “And if ye give me a moment I’ll need no more introduction. Ah, here we are!” He pulls a tab on the inside of his jacket and weapons start pouring out of the various pockets, filling up the table and eventually spilling out onto the floor. They appear to be longswords, crossbows, and halberds with a government’s insignia on them. He shakes a couple residual daggers out of it and puts the jacket back on. “Take what ye like.”
"how much for all of it? 500 gold?"
Turin dusts off his hands, "It's yers mate." he sticks his thumbs in his suspenders and waves his fingers in their patchy, fingerless gloves. "I have a bad habit o' getting into places I'm not supposed to be, an' taking things I'm not supposed ta have. A kleptomaniac needs somewhere ta dump his hoard, don't he?" he flashes ket'rr a grin, his gold tooth shining in the lanternlight.
"this is suspicious. I need you to sign a legal document swearing that all of these weapons function."
His smile falters, "I'm not one te paper things, but ye can test 'em yerself if ye like."
"I wont touch them until you sign"
Turin sighs, "Fine, ye got a pen?"
"always"
he pulls out a pen
He takes it and signs with an x where the signature would normally go.
*He can't write*
"umm..thanks"
he picks up all the weapons and sticks them in a large bag
"My pleasure," he gives ket'rr a sloppy salute, "Say, if ye know anyone who needs a burglar, send 'em my way."
"how would you feel about sneaking into a warzone to assasinate a corrupt noble?"
"I'd be up for the task, that one'd cost ye though. I don't kill without proper... incentives."
"how about a just cause that will save thousands of lives?"
Turin chuckles, "Sorry friend, last time I did a job for that it nearly cost me my hands. Besides, I'm a thief by trade, not an assassin. I can do it, but it'd be stepping outside me comfort zone quite a bit, hence the need for payment. I'll take five GP per day, plus expenses."
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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 was still nowhere to be found, the note addressed to Allison still where he normally sat
*Excuse me, goat headed thing? I am intrigued and must have missed its introduction.*
a black furred goat headed person walks in. he wears a very long sleeved shirt that covered his hands. gold bands wrap around his arms. he has golden eyes with brown boned horns adorning his skull. his cloven hooves clop across the floor as he makes his way to the bar
"Can I get ye anything friend?" calls Jim from the kitchen
it looked at him, eyes shimmering. "Nothing right now"
Jim had just walked out of the kitchen, and seeing the goat-man: yelped, turned around, and walked right back in.
*He has capraphobia*
It laughed slightly, watching him go back in
Jim mutters to himself, trembling on the floor, hat crumpled in hand. "Goats, don't mean no good ta nobody. An' a goat man fer crying out loud! This is bad - really bad."
it pokes its head in "My name is Azazel to be clear, i have a name"
"Isn't that a demon name?" he shudders
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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 was still nowhere to be found, the note addressed to Allison still where he normally sat
*Excuse me, goat headed thing? I am intrigued and must have missed its introduction.*
a black furred goat headed person walks in. he wears a very long sleeved shirt that covered his hands. gold bands wrap around his arms. he has golden eyes with brown boned horns adorning his skull. his cloven hooves clop across the floor as he makes his way to the bar
"Can I get ye anything friend?" calls Jim from the kitchen
it looked at him, eyes shimmering. "Nothing right now"
Jim had just walked out of the kitchen, and seeing the goat-man: yelped, turned around, and walked right back in.
*He has capraphobia*
It laughed slightly, watching him go back in
Jim mutters to himself, trembling on the floor, hat crumpled in hand. "Goats, don't mean no good ta nobody. An' a goat man fer crying out loud! This is bad - really bad."
it pokes its head in "My name is Azazel to be clear, i have a name"
"Isn't that a demon name?" he shudders
"Maybe... maybe it isnt" It said and smiled. he flicked his hand a few times. before Jim's eyes a Human head appeared where the goat head was. It wore the guise of black haired man with golden eyes, the clothing however stayed the same.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Elise looks around to see if she can find someone to talk to
*Xavain and Ethan are active, but I'm not the kind of person that particularly likes romance that randomly happens, so please don't try right away with my characters if you want to interact with them.*
*hey orange! wanna rp?I got a new char*
ket'rr( a vedalken with a sword and a bucket of spears) sits in the corner
Turin recognizes him and walks over, a friendly look on his bespectacled, bearded face. “Ye still lookin fer weapons, friend?”
"yes. who are you?"
“Names Turin Adzegrinder,” he emphatically shakes the man’s hand and begins searching the pockets of his jacket “And if ye give me a moment I’ll need no more introduction. Ah, here we are!” He pulls a tab on the inside of his jacket and weapons start pouring out of the various pockets, filling up the table and eventually spilling out onto the floor. They appear to be longswords, crossbows, and halberds with a government’s insignia on them. He shakes a couple residual daggers out of it and puts the jacket back on. “Take what ye like.”
"how much for all of it? 500 gold?"
Turin dusts off his hands, "It's yers mate." he sticks his thumbs in his suspenders and waves his fingers in their patchy, fingerless gloves. "I have a bad habit o' getting into places I'm not supposed to be, an' taking things I'm not supposed ta have. A kleptomaniac needs somewhere ta dump his hoard, don't he?" he flashes ket'rr a grin, his gold tooth shining in the lanternlight.
"this is suspicious. I need you to sign a legal document swearing that all of these weapons function."
His smile falters, "I'm not one te paper things, but ye can test 'em yerself if ye like."
"I wont touch them until you sign"
Turin sighs, "Fine, ye got a pen?"
"always"
he pulls out a pen
He takes it and signs with an x where the signature would normally go.
*He can't write*
"umm..thanks"
he picks up all the weapons and sticks them in a large bag
"My pleasure," he gives ket'rr a sloppy salute, "Say, if ye know anyone who needs a burglar, send 'em my way."
"how would you feel about sneaking into a warzone to assasinate a corrupt noble?"
"I'd be up for the task, that one'd cost ye though. I don't kill without proper... incentives."
"how about a just cause that will save thousands of lives?"
Turin chuckles, "Sorry friend, last time I did a job for that it nearly cost me my hands. Besides, I'm a thief by trade, not an assassin. I can do it, but it'd be stepping outside me comfort zone quite a bit, hence the need for payment. I'll take five GP per day, plus expenses."
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bardof the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules.Sig.Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
Elise looks around to see if she can find someone to talk to
*Xavain and Ethan are active, but I'm not the kind of person that particularly likes romance that randomly happens, so please don't try right away with my characters if you want to interact with them.*
*hey orange! wanna rp?I got a new char*
ket'rr( a vedalken with a sword and a bucket of spears) sits in the corner
Turin recognizes him and walks over, a friendly look on his bespectacled, bearded face. “Ye still lookin fer weapons, friend?”
"yes. who are you?"
“Names Turin Adzegrinder,” he emphatically shakes the man’s hand and begins searching the pockets of his jacket “And if ye give me a moment I’ll need no more introduction. Ah, here we are!” He pulls a tab on the inside of his jacket and weapons start pouring out of the various pockets, filling up the table and eventually spilling out onto the floor. They appear to be longswords, crossbows, and halberds with a government’s insignia on them. He shakes a couple residual daggers out of it and puts the jacket back on. “Take what ye like.”
"how much for all of it? 500 gold?"
Turin dusts off his hands, "It's yers mate." he sticks his thumbs in his suspenders and waves his fingers in their patchy, fingerless gloves. "I have a bad habit o' getting into places I'm not supposed to be, an' taking things I'm not supposed ta have. A kleptomaniac needs somewhere ta dump his hoard, don't he?" he flashes ket'rr a grin, his gold tooth shining in the lanternlight.
"this is suspicious. I need you to sign a legal document swearing that all of these weapons function."
His smile falters, "I'm not one te paper things, but ye can test 'em yerself if ye like."
"I wont touch them until you sign"
Turin sighs, "Fine, ye got a pen?"
"always"
he pulls out a pen
He takes it and signs with an x where the signature would normally go.
*He can't write*
"umm..thanks"
he picks up all the weapons and sticks them in a large bag
"My pleasure," he gives ket'rr a sloppy salute, "Say, if ye know anyone who needs a burglar, send 'em my way."
"how would you feel about sneaking into a warzone to assasinate a corrupt noble?"
"I'd be up for the task, that one'd cost ye though. I don't kill without proper... incentives."
"how about a just cause that will save thousands of lives?"
Turin chuckles, "Sorry friend, last time I did a job for that it nearly cost me my hands. Besides, I'm a thief by trade, not an assassin. I can do it, but it'd be stepping outside me comfort zone quite a bit, hence the need for payment. I'll take five GP per day, plus expenses."
"give me a second."
"if you just did thief stuff, how much would that cost?"
Krathian was still nowhere to be found, the note addressed to Allison still where he normally sat
*Excuse me, goat headed thing? I am intrigued and must have missed its introduction.*
a black furred goat headed person walks in. he wears a very long sleeved shirt that covered his hands. gold bands wrap around his arms. he has golden eyes with brown boned horns adorning his skull. his cloven hooves clop across the floor as he makes his way to the bar
"Can I get ye anything friend?" calls Jim from the kitchen
it looked at him, eyes shimmering. "Nothing right now"
Jim had just walked out of the kitchen, and seeing the goat-man: yelped, turned around, and walked right back in.
*He has capraphobia*
It laughed slightly, watching him go back in
Jim mutters to himself, trembling on the floor, hat crumpled in hand. "Goats, don't mean no good ta nobody. An' a goat man fer crying out loud! This is bad - really bad."
it pokes its head in "My name is Azazel to be clear, i have a name"
"Isn't that a demon name?" he shudders
"Maybe... maybe it isnt" It said and smiled. he flicked his hand a few times. before Jim's eyes a Human head appeared where the goat head was. It wore the guise of black haired man with golden eyes, the clothing however stayed the same.
Jim seemed a bit more comfortable at this transition but was still a bit unnerved. He got up off the floor and took a deep breath. "So, where ye 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.
Elise looks around to see if she can find someone to talk to
*Xavain and Ethan are active, but I'm not the kind of person that particularly likes romance that randomly happens, so please don't try right away with my characters if you want to interact with them.*
*hey orange! wanna rp?I got a new char*
ket'rr( a vedalken with a sword and a bucket of spears) sits in the corner
Turin recognizes him and walks over, a friendly look on his bespectacled, bearded face. “Ye still lookin fer weapons, friend?”
"yes. who are you?"
“Names Turin Adzegrinder,” he emphatically shakes the man’s hand and begins searching the pockets of his jacket “And if ye give me a moment I’ll need no more introduction. Ah, here we are!” He pulls a tab on the inside of his jacket and weapons start pouring out of the various pockets, filling up the table and eventually spilling out onto the floor. They appear to be longswords, crossbows, and halberds with a government’s insignia on them. He shakes a couple residual daggers out of it and puts the jacket back on. “Take what ye like.”
"how much for all of it? 500 gold?"
Turin dusts off his hands, "It's yers mate." he sticks his thumbs in his suspenders and waves his fingers in their patchy, fingerless gloves. "I have a bad habit o' getting into places I'm not supposed to be, an' taking things I'm not supposed ta have. A kleptomaniac needs somewhere ta dump his hoard, don't he?" he flashes ket'rr a grin, his gold tooth shining in the lanternlight.
"this is suspicious. I need you to sign a legal document swearing that all of these weapons function."
His smile falters, "I'm not one te paper things, but ye can test 'em yerself if ye like."
"I wont touch them until you sign"
Turin sighs, "Fine, ye got a pen?"
"always"
he pulls out a pen
He takes it and signs with an x where the signature would normally go.
*He can't write*
"umm..thanks"
he picks up all the weapons and sticks them in a large bag
"My pleasure," he gives ket'rr a sloppy salute, "Say, if ye know anyone who needs a burglar, send 'em my way."
"how would you feel about sneaking into a warzone to assasinate a corrupt noble?"
"I'd be up for the task, that one'd cost ye though. I don't kill without proper... incentives."
"how about a just cause that will save thousands of lives?"
Turin chuckles, "Sorry friend, last time I did a job for that it nearly cost me my hands. Besides, I'm a thief by trade, not an assassin. I can do it, but it'd be stepping outside me comfort zone quite a bit, hence the need for payment. I'll take five GP per day, plus expenses."
"give me a second."
"if you just did thief stuff, how much would that cost?"
"Nothin'" he grinned, "I love me a challenge when it comes ta that, and sneaking into a warzone sounds like just the ticket."
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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.
Elise looks around to see if she can find someone to talk to
*Xavain and Ethan are active, but I'm not the kind of person that particularly likes romance that randomly happens, so please don't try right away with my characters if you want to interact with them.*
*hey orange! wanna rp?I got a new char*
ket'rr( a vedalken with a sword and a bucket of spears) sits in the corner
Turin recognizes him and walks over, a friendly look on his bespectacled, bearded face. “Ye still lookin fer weapons, friend?”
"yes. who are you?"
“Names Turin Adzegrinder,” he emphatically shakes the man’s hand and begins searching the pockets of his jacket “And if ye give me a moment I’ll need no more introduction. Ah, here we are!” He pulls a tab on the inside of his jacket and weapons start pouring out of the various pockets, filling up the table and eventually spilling out onto the floor. They appear to be longswords, crossbows, and halberds with a government’s insignia on them. He shakes a couple residual daggers out of it and puts the jacket back on. “Take what ye like.”
"how much for all of it? 500 gold?"
Turin dusts off his hands, "It's yers mate." he sticks his thumbs in his suspenders and waves his fingers in their patchy, fingerless gloves. "I have a bad habit o' getting into places I'm not supposed to be, an' taking things I'm not supposed ta have. A kleptomaniac needs somewhere ta dump his hoard, don't he?" he flashes ket'rr a grin, his gold tooth shining in the lanternlight.
"this is suspicious. I need you to sign a legal document swearing that all of these weapons function."
His smile falters, "I'm not one te paper things, but ye can test 'em yerself if ye like."
"I wont touch them until you sign"
Turin sighs, "Fine, ye got a pen?"
"always"
he pulls out a pen
He takes it and signs with an x where the signature would normally go.
*He can't write*
"umm..thanks"
he picks up all the weapons and sticks them in a large bag
"My pleasure," he gives ket'rr a sloppy salute, "Say, if ye know anyone who needs a burglar, send 'em my way."
"how would you feel about sneaking into a warzone to assasinate a corrupt noble?"
"I'd be up for the task, that one'd cost ye though. I don't kill without proper... incentives."
"how about a just cause that will save thousands of lives?"
Turin chuckles, "Sorry friend, last time I did a job for that it nearly cost me my hands. Besides, I'm a thief by trade, not an assassin. I can do it, but it'd be stepping outside me comfort zone quite a bit, hence the need for payment. I'll take five GP per day, plus expenses."
"give me a second."
"if you just did thief stuff, how much would that cost?"
"Nothin'" he grinned, "I love me a challenge when it comes ta that, and sneaking into a warzone sounds like just the ticket."
"thanks. so... I have some things to organize now.can you prove your skill?"
Krathian was still nowhere to be found, the note addressed to Allison still where he normally sat
*Excuse me, goat headed thing? I am intrigued and must have missed its introduction.*
a black furred goat headed person walks in. he wears a very long sleeved shirt that covered his hands. gold bands wrap around his arms. he has golden eyes with brown boned horns adorning his skull. his cloven hooves clop across the floor as he makes his way to the bar
"Can I get ye anything friend?" calls Jim from the kitchen
it looked at him, eyes shimmering. "Nothing right now"
Jim had just walked out of the kitchen, and seeing the goat-man: yelped, turned around, and walked right back in.
*He has capraphobia*
It laughed slightly, watching him go back in
Jim mutters to himself, trembling on the floor, hat crumpled in hand. "Goats, don't mean no good ta nobody. An' a goat man fer crying out loud! This is bad - really bad."
it pokes its head in "My name is Azazel to be clear, i have a name"
"Isn't that a demon name?" he shudders
"Maybe... maybe it isnt" It said and smiled. he flicked his hand a few times. before Jim's eyes a Human head appeared where the goat head was. It wore the guise of black haired man with golden eyes, the clothing however stayed the same.
Jim seemed a bit more comfortable at this transition but was still a bit unnerved. He got up off the floor and took a deep breath. "So, where ye from?"
"To be honest, i cant tell you" he said "its special"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Elise looks around to see if she can find someone to talk to
*Xavain and Ethan are active, but I'm not the kind of person that particularly likes romance that randomly happens, so please don't try right away with my characters if you want to interact with them.*
*hey orange! wanna rp?I got a new char*
ket'rr( a vedalken with a sword and a bucket of spears) sits in the corner
Turin recognizes him and walks over, a friendly look on his bespectacled, bearded face. “Ye still lookin fer weapons, friend?”
"yes. who are you?"
“Names Turin Adzegrinder,” he emphatically shakes the man’s hand and begins searching the pockets of his jacket “And if ye give me a moment I’ll need no more introduction. Ah, here we are!” He pulls a tab on the inside of his jacket and weapons start pouring out of the various pockets, filling up the table and eventually spilling out onto the floor. They appear to be longswords, crossbows, and halberds with a government’s insignia on them. He shakes a couple residual daggers out of it and puts the jacket back on. “Take what ye like.”
"how much for all of it? 500 gold?"
Turin dusts off his hands, "It's yers mate." he sticks his thumbs in his suspenders and waves his fingers in their patchy, fingerless gloves. "I have a bad habit o' getting into places I'm not supposed to be, an' taking things I'm not supposed ta have. A kleptomaniac needs somewhere ta dump his hoard, don't he?" he flashes ket'rr a grin, his gold tooth shining in the lanternlight.
"this is suspicious. I need you to sign a legal document swearing that all of these weapons function."
His smile falters, "I'm not one te paper things, but ye can test 'em yerself if ye like."
"I wont touch them until you sign"
Turin sighs, "Fine, ye got a pen?"
"always"
he pulls out a pen
He takes it and signs with an x where the signature would normally go.
*He can't write*
"umm..thanks"
he picks up all the weapons and sticks them in a large bag
"My pleasure," he gives ket'rr a sloppy salute, "Say, if ye know anyone who needs a burglar, send 'em my way."
"how would you feel about sneaking into a warzone to assasinate a corrupt noble?"
"I'd be up for the task, that one'd cost ye though. I don't kill without proper... incentives."
"how about a just cause that will save thousands of lives?"
Turin chuckles, "Sorry friend, last time I did a job for that it nearly cost me my hands. Besides, I'm a thief by trade, not an assassin. I can do it, but it'd be stepping outside me comfort zone quite a bit, hence the need for payment. I'll take five GP per day, plus expenses."
"give me a second."
"if you just did thief stuff, how much would that cost?"
"Nothin'" he grinned, "I love me a challenge when it comes ta that, and sneaking into a warzone sounds like just the ticket."
"thanks. so... I have some things to organize now.can you prove your skill?"
“Anything you can lock up I can break inta. Give me something te steal on this plane and I’ll have it to ye by next week.”
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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 was still nowhere to be found, the note addressed to Allison still where he normally sat
*Excuse me, goat headed thing? I am intrigued and must have missed its introduction.*
a black furred goat headed person walks in. he wears a very long sleeved shirt that covered his hands. gold bands wrap around his arms. he has golden eyes with brown boned horns adorning his skull. his cloven hooves clop across the floor as he makes his way to the bar
"Can I get ye anything friend?" calls Jim from the kitchen
it looked at him, eyes shimmering. "Nothing right now"
Jim had just walked out of the kitchen, and seeing the goat-man: yelped, turned around, and walked right back in.
*He has capraphobia*
It laughed slightly, watching him go back in
Jim mutters to himself, trembling on the floor, hat crumpled in hand. "Goats, don't mean no good ta nobody. An' a goat man fer crying out loud! This is bad - really bad."
it pokes its head in "My name is Azazel to be clear, i have a name"
"Isn't that a demon name?" he shudders
"Maybe... maybe it isnt" It said and smiled. he flicked his hand a few times. before Jim's eyes a Human head appeared where the goat head was. It wore the guise of black haired man with golden eyes, the clothing however stayed the same.
Jim seemed a bit more comfortable at this transition but was still a bit unnerved. He got up off the floor and took a deep breath. "So, where ye from?"
"To be honest, i cant tell you" he said "its special"
“Special … how?”
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Turin chuckles, "Sorry friend, last time I did a job for that it nearly cost me my hands. Besides, I'm a thief by trade, not an assassin. I can do it, but it'd be stepping outside me comfort zone quite a bit, hence the need for payment. I'll take five GP per day, plus expenses."
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"
"Isn't that a demon name?" he shudders
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"I'm me," They say, not really understanding the question
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
"Maybe... maybe it isnt" It said and smiled. he flicked his hand a few times. before Jim's eyes a Human head appeared where the goat head was. It wore the guise of black haired man with golden eyes, the clothing however stayed the same.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"give me a second."
N/A
"no, what i mean are ya Fae, human, animal, bug, squid...squid would be cool" they said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cool*
"uhhhhh........ bug?" They say, a bit confused
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
*GTG, may check in later.*
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bard of the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules. Sig. Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
"if you just did thief stuff, how much would that cost?"
N/A
Jim seemed a bit more comfortable at this transition but was still a bit unnerved. He got up off the floor and took a deep breath. "So, where ye 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"
"Nothin'" he grinned, "I love me a challenge when it comes ta that, and sneaking into a warzone sounds like just the ticket."
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"
"thanks. so... I have some things to organize now.can you prove your skill?"
N/A
"ok were getting somewhere" she said "what type of bug are you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"To be honest, i cant tell you" he said "its special"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Azazel was with Jim
Elle was talking to Cova
-third open-
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They shrug, "Spider i think"
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
“Anything you can lock up I can break inta. Give me something te steal on this plane and I’ll have it to ye by next week.”
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"
“Special … how?”
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"there we go!" elle said and smiled "good to know" she said and fall backwards into the moss and grass dramtically then sat back up, smiling
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]