Krathian was still gone. This disappearance was rather sudden...
Jim has run out of cigars and doesn't know what to do with himself
Turin is eating a meager breakfast
*hola :D*
a man sits in a chair. he has black hair and brown eyes. His hair is tied up in a ponytail by a thin plated gold band. he wears a white tank top for now but has on a seat a Black jacket. he sips a cup of herbal tea while writing in a journal.
Azazel sits outside, talking to andrew.
Elle was outside, she was cursing at a man in a hooded cloak for being late to get her medication.
Turin, who was taking a walk, witnessed this volatile altercation, and patiently waited for the two of them to finish their argument.
Elle snarled and swiped the medication from the man who promptly walked away after receiving his money. she sighed and put up her hood. she mumbled to herself "why do i constantly need this stuff..."
"Sorry miss," Turin says as he reaches her on the path, "But I couldn't help overhearin' your conversation with the merchant there. Did ye get what ye was looking for?"
Her eyes narrowed as she violently pushed him against a tree, pulling out her knife "How much did you here?" she snarled
"Not much, but enough to know what ye're looking for is hard to get, and probably costs quite a bit as well. And that you were visibly trying to restrain yourself from dismembering that poor man."
(May i have a description of Turin?)
(ill trade you a description of Elle)
She backed off a bit but not letting him go "Thats none of yer business" she said. it was clear to see that she had dark shade under her eyes from lack of sleep, her eyes were unfocused and darted around.
"Antianxiolytics, maybe?," he winks, "I can get them to ye for half the cost, and in the meantime I can get back at whatever apothecary botched the order."
*4,5" Dwarf with a greasy beard, round spectacles, and hair tied back in a bun. He wears a patched, long jacket, suspenders, and gloves whose fingertips have been worn off. He has a high cockney accent.*
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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 man in plate armor rides up the path to the tavern on a giant goat, its horns adorned with bells. He hops off upon reaching the front door, and leads the goat out to the front yard, where it can graze. He walks into the tavern, doffs his helmet, and sits at the bar. He has brown-blonde hair streaked with grey that continues from his ears all the way down to a chin beard, piercing green eyes, and an impish nose. A solitary golden earring hangs from his left ear.
Harper looks up from his journal and smiles, closing the small writing book and walking over. he waves and smiles. "Hey there!" he said cheerfully.
"Hallo," said the man, waving back. He then ordered a couple of coffees, adding something white from a flask to both. He sits down at Harper's table and offers him the other coffee.
Harper looks at the coffee cup then raised an eyebrow. "What did you put in it?" he asked and tilted his head, moving aside so the man could sit down.
"Honey and goat's milk" he tosses Harper the container. "Look for yourself, I tend to like a bit in with my coffee." The man takes a long sip of his drink.
Harper sniffs the opening of the container. He shrugs nd sets it down, drinking his coffee, registering the taste. "pretty good" he said and chuckled
The man chuckles. "You should thank Ingol out in the yard, she makes it for me."
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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 gone. This disappearance was rather sudden...
Jim has run out of cigars and doesn't know what to do with himself
Turin is eating a meager breakfast
*hola :D*
a man sits in a chair. he has black hair and brown eyes. His hair is tied up in a ponytail by a thin plated gold band. he wears a white tank top for now but has on a seat a Black jacket. he sips a cup of herbal tea while writing in a journal.
Azazel sits outside, talking to andrew.
Elle was outside, she was cursing at a man in a hooded cloak for being late to get her medication.
Turin, who was taking a walk, witnessed this volatile altercation, and patiently waited for the two of them to finish their argument.
Elle snarled and swiped the medication from the man who promptly walked away after receiving his money. she sighed and put up her hood. she mumbled to herself "why do i constantly need this stuff..."
"Sorry miss," Turin says as he reaches her on the path, "But I couldn't help overhearin' your conversation with the merchant there. Did ye get what ye was looking for?"
Her eyes narrowed as she violently pushed him against a tree, pulling out her knife "How much did you here?" she snarled
"Not much, but enough to know what ye're looking for is hard to get, and probably costs quite a bit as well. And that you were visibly trying to restrain yourself from dismembering that poor man."
(May i have a description of Turin?)
(ill trade you a description of Elle)
She backed off a bit but not letting him go "Thats none of yer business" she said. it was clear to see that she had dark shade under her eyes from lack of sleep, her eyes were unfocused and darted around.
"Antianxiolytics, maybe?," he winks, "I can get them to ye for half the cost, and in the meantime I can get back at whatever apothecary botched the order."
*4,5" Dwarf with a greasy beard, round spectacles, and hair tied back in a bun. He wears a patched, long jacket, suspenders, and gloves whose fingertips have been worn off. He has a high cockney accent.*
She backs off, letting him move about and looks away, little embarrassed. "yeah.. I've had them since I was a kid" she said "that would be nice of you but why do you want to help me, unless there something in it for you" she said
*5'7, 27 year old British female with short blond hair cut into a Bob. Wears a red thin hoodie-jacket and black leggings, feet are adorn with thick leather boots that seem like they e been through thick and thin. Carries a hunting knife on her thigh holster. Looks constantly tired or wired. *
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man in plate armor rides up the path to the tavern on a giant goat, its horns adorned with bells. He hops off upon reaching the front door, and leads the goat out to the front yard, where it can graze. He walks into the tavern, doffs his helmet, and sits at the bar. He has brown-blonde hair streaked with grey that continues from his ears all the way down to a chin beard, piercing green eyes, and an impish nose. A solitary golden earring hangs from his left ear.
Harper looks up from his journal and smiles, closing the small writing book and walking over. he waves and smiles. "Hey there!" he said cheerfully.
"Hallo," said the man, waving back. He then ordered a couple of coffees, adding something white from a flask to both. He sits down at Harper's table and offers him the other coffee.
Harper looks at the coffee cup then raised an eyebrow. "What did you put in it?" he asked and tilted his head, moving aside so the man could sit down.
"Honey and goat's milk" he tosses Harper the container. "Look for yourself, I tend to like a bit in with my coffee." The man takes a long sip of his drink.
Harper sniffs the opening of the container. He shrugs nd sets it down, drinking his coffee, registering the taste. "pretty good" he said and chuckled
The man chuckles. "You should thank Ingol out in the yard, she makes it for me."
"your goat makes it?" He asked and smiled "seems nice or 'er". As he drank the remnants of his drink he stuck out a bandage-covered hand "I'm Harper! Harper Lee" He said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Krathian was still gone. This disappearance was rather sudden...
Jim has run out of cigars and doesn't know what to do with himself
Turin is eating a meager breakfast
*hola :D*
a man sits in a chair. he has black hair and brown eyes. His hair is tied up in a ponytail by a thin plated gold band. he wears a white tank top for now but has on a seat a Black jacket. he sips a cup of herbal tea while writing in a journal.
Azazel sits outside, talking to andrew.
Elle was outside, she was cursing at a man in a hooded cloak for being late to get her medication.
Turin, who was taking a walk, witnessed this volatile altercation, and patiently waited for the two of them to finish their argument.
Elle snarled and swiped the medication from the man who promptly walked away after receiving his money. she sighed and put up her hood. she mumbled to herself "why do i constantly need this stuff..."
"Sorry miss," Turin says as he reaches her on the path, "But I couldn't help overhearin' your conversation with the merchant there. Did ye get what ye was looking for?"
Her eyes narrowed as she violently pushed him against a tree, pulling out her knife "How much did you here?" she snarled
"Not much, but enough to know what ye're looking for is hard to get, and probably costs quite a bit as well. And that you were visibly trying to restrain yourself from dismembering that poor man."
(May i have a description of Turin?)
(ill trade you a description of Elle)
She backed off a bit but not letting him go "Thats none of yer business" she said. it was clear to see that she had dark shade under her eyes from lack of sleep, her eyes were unfocused and darted around.
"Antianxiolytics, maybe?," he winks, "I can get them to ye for half the cost, and in the meantime I can get back at whatever apothecary botched the order."
*4,5" Dwarf with a greasy beard, round spectacles, and hair tied back in a bun. He wears a patched, long jacket, suspenders, and gloves whose fingertips have been worn off. He has a high cockney accent.*
She backs off, letting him move about and looks away, little embarrassed. "yeah.. I've had them since I was a kid" she said "that would be nice of you but why do you want to help me, unless there something in it for you" she said
*5'7, 27 year old British female with short blond hair cut into a Bob. Wears a red thin hoodie-jacket and black leggings, feet are adorn with thick leather boots that seem like they e been through thick and thin. Carries a hunting knife on her thigh holster. Looks constantly tired or wired. *
"I don' think ye understand miss, there is. For one thing, I'd be making more money than I am now, for another I'm a hyperactive kleptomaniac who needs something to do with his time, and for a third, I think I know who ripped ye off. I have a score to settle with them meself, and this is me preferred method."
*Bipolar?*
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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 man in plate armor rides up the path to the tavern on a giant goat, its horns adorned with bells. He hops off upon reaching the front door, and leads the goat out to the front yard, where it can graze. He walks into the tavern, doffs his helmet, and sits at the bar. He has brown-blonde hair streaked with grey that continues from his ears all the way down to a chin beard, piercing green eyes, and an impish nose. A solitary golden earring hangs from his left ear.
Harper looks up from his journal and smiles, closing the small writing book and walking over. he waves and smiles. "Hey there!" he said cheerfully.
"Hallo," said the man, waving back. He then ordered a couple of coffees, adding something white from a flask to both. He sits down at Harper's table and offers him the other coffee.
Harper looks at the coffee cup then raised an eyebrow. "What did you put in it?" he asked and tilted his head, moving aside so the man could sit down.
"Honey and goat's milk" he tosses Harper the container. "Look for yourself, I tend to like a bit in with my coffee." The man takes a long sip of his drink.
Harper sniffs the opening of the container. He shrugs nd sets it down, drinking his coffee, registering the taste. "pretty good" he said and chuckled
The man chuckles. "You should thank Ingol out in the yard, she makes it for me."
"your goat makes it?" He asked and smiled "seems nice or 'er". As he drank the remnants of his drink he stuck out a bandage-covered hand "I'm Harper! Harper Lee" He said
"Nice to meet you, I'm Nathan Combshaker." He takes another sip of his coffee.
*Idea, when in an online RPG it has you put in your name, type Bond....JAMES Bond or something to that effect, that way every time an NPC says you name it will have to say that."
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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 gone. This disappearance was rather sudden...
Jim has run out of cigars and doesn't know what to do with himself
Turin is eating a meager breakfast
*hola :D*
a man sits in a chair. he has black hair and brown eyes. His hair is tied up in a ponytail by a thin plated gold band. he wears a white tank top for now but has on a seat a Black jacket. he sips a cup of herbal tea while writing in a journal.
Azazel sits outside, talking to andrew.
Elle was outside, she was cursing at a man in a hooded cloak for being late to get her medication.
Turin, who was taking a walk, witnessed this volatile altercation, and patiently waited for the two of them to finish their argument.
Elle snarled and swiped the medication from the man who promptly walked away after receiving his money. she sighed and put up her hood. she mumbled to herself "why do i constantly need this stuff..."
"Sorry miss," Turin says as he reaches her on the path, "But I couldn't help overhearin' your conversation with the merchant there. Did ye get what ye was looking for?"
Her eyes narrowed as she violently pushed him against a tree, pulling out her knife "How much did you here?" she snarled
"Not much, but enough to know what ye're looking for is hard to get, and probably costs quite a bit as well. And that you were visibly trying to restrain yourself from dismembering that poor man."
(May i have a description of Turin?)
(ill trade you a description of Elle)
She backed off a bit but not letting him go "Thats none of yer business" she said. it was clear to see that she had dark shade under her eyes from lack of sleep, her eyes were unfocused and darted around.
"Antianxiolytics, maybe?," he winks, "I can get them to ye for half the cost, and in the meantime I can get back at whatever apothecary botched the order."
*4,5" Dwarf with a greasy beard, round spectacles, and hair tied back in a bun. He wears a patched, long jacket, suspenders, and gloves whose fingertips have been worn off. He has a high cockney accent.*
She backs off, letting him move about and looks away, little embarrassed. "yeah.. I've had them since I was a kid" she said "that would be nice of you but why do you want to help me, unless there something in it for you" she said
*5'7, 27 year old British female with short blond hair cut into a Bob. Wears a red thin hoodie-jacket and black leggings, feet are adorn with thick leather boots that seem like they e been through thick and thin. Carries a hunting knife on her thigh holster. Looks constantly tired or wired. *
"I don' think ye understand miss, there is. For one thing, I'd be making more money than I am now, for another I'm a hyperactive kleptomaniac who needs something to do with his time, and for a third, I think I know who ripped ye off. I have a score to settle with them meself, and this is me preferred method."
*Bipolar?*
*not so much bipolar as she has severe depression. Ill send you short story I made with her*
She raised an eyebrow "you do?" She asked in a monotone, not so much as a question but as a restating of facts. She sighed and stuffed her hands in her pockets "fine then, ill help you out along the way" she said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man in plate armor rides up the path to the tavern on a giant goat, its horns adorned with bells. He hops off upon reaching the front door, and leads the goat out to the front yard, where it can graze. He walks into the tavern, doffs his helmet, and sits at the bar. He has brown-blonde hair streaked with grey that continues from his ears all the way down to a chin beard, piercing green eyes, and an impish nose. A solitary golden earring hangs from his left ear.
Harper looks up from his journal and smiles, closing the small writing book and walking over. he waves and smiles. "Hey there!" he said cheerfully.
"Hallo," said the man, waving back. He then ordered a couple of coffees, adding something white from a flask to both. He sits down at Harper's table and offers him the other coffee.
Harper looks at the coffee cup then raised an eyebrow. "What did you put in it?" he asked and tilted his head, moving aside so the man could sit down.
"Honey and goat's milk" he tosses Harper the container. "Look for yourself, I tend to like a bit in with my coffee." The man takes a long sip of his drink.
Harper sniffs the opening of the container. He shrugs nd sets it down, drinking his coffee, registering the taste. "pretty good" he said and chuckled
The man chuckles. "You should thank Ingol out in the yard, she makes it for me."
"your goat makes it?" He asked and smiled "seems nice or 'er". As he drank the remnants of his drink he stuck out a bandage-covered hand "I'm Harper! Harper Lee" He said
"Nice to meet you, I'm Nathan Combshaker." He takes another sip of his coffee.
*Idea, when in an online RPG it has you put in your name, type Bond....JAMES Bond or something to that effect, that way every time an NPC says you name it will have to say that."
* XD*
"nice to meetcha" he said and leaned back in his chair, surveying Nathan for a minute before looking away.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Krathian was still gone. This disappearance was rather sudden...
Jim has run out of cigars and doesn't know what to do with himself
Turin is eating a meager breakfast
*hola :D*
a man sits in a chair. he has black hair and brown eyes. His hair is tied up in a ponytail by a thin plated gold band. he wears a white tank top for now but has on a seat a Black jacket. he sips a cup of herbal tea while writing in a journal.
Azazel sits outside, talking to andrew.
Elle was outside, she was cursing at a man in a hooded cloak for being late to get her medication.
Turin, who was taking a walk, witnessed this volatile altercation, and patiently waited for the two of them to finish their argument.
Elle snarled and swiped the medication from the man who promptly walked away after receiving his money. she sighed and put up her hood. she mumbled to herself "why do i constantly need this stuff..."
"Sorry miss," Turin says as he reaches her on the path, "But I couldn't help overhearin' your conversation with the merchant there. Did ye get what ye was looking for?"
Her eyes narrowed as she violently pushed him against a tree, pulling out her knife "How much did you here?" she snarled
"Not much, but enough to know what ye're looking for is hard to get, and probably costs quite a bit as well. And that you were visibly trying to restrain yourself from dismembering that poor man."
(May i have a description of Turin?)
(ill trade you a description of Elle)
She backed off a bit but not letting him go "Thats none of yer business" she said. it was clear to see that she had dark shade under her eyes from lack of sleep, her eyes were unfocused and darted around.
"Antianxiolytics, maybe?," he winks, "I can get them to ye for half the cost, and in the meantime I can get back at whatever apothecary botched the order."
*4,5" Dwarf with a greasy beard, round spectacles, and hair tied back in a bun. He wears a patched, long jacket, suspenders, and gloves whose fingertips have been worn off. He has a high cockney accent.*
She backs off, letting him move about and looks away, little embarrassed. "yeah.. I've had them since I was a kid" she said "that would be nice of you but why do you want to help me, unless there something in it for you" she said
*5'7, 27 year old British female with short blond hair cut into a Bob. Wears a red thin hoodie-jacket and black leggings, feet are adorn with thick leather boots that seem like they e been through thick and thin. Carries a hunting knife on her thigh holster. Looks constantly tired or wired. *
"I don' think ye understand miss, there is. For one thing, I'd be making more money than I am now, for another I'm a hyperactive kleptomaniac who needs something to do with his time, and for a third, I think I know who ripped ye off. I have a score to settle with them meself, and this is me preferred method."
*Bipolar?*
*not so much bipolar as she has severe depression. Ill send you short story I made with her*
She raised an eyebrow "you do?" She asked in a monotone, not so much as a question but as a restating of facts. She sighed and stuffed her hands in her pockets "fine then, ill help you out along the way" she said
"Thank ye miss," Turin rubs his shoulder where she pushed him. "Shall we start by stringing up th' dealer and seeing what he knows?"
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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.
Azazel looks at andrew then appears behind him, smiling.
Andrew jumps, surprised.
(description: 6'2 man in a black suit/ Black sweater with thick gold bands around the arms. Bone goat horns with golden wires that drapes on them. Black hair. Very pale skin. (anyone with sight can see a black furred goat head with golden eyes.))
"Do I know you?"
"I don't think so, i don't know you so why would you know me" he said and smiled
"I don't know, I could have sworn you or at least something like you nearly tore my left arm off."
"Now what use would i have for your arm?" He said and chuckled "Unless it was for eating"
"Pretty sure you wanted to eat it." He rolls up his left sleeve to reveal that his left arm is scarred and pock-marked.
"Hm... i don't remember eating your flesh" he said "But then again, Demons are drawn to brilliance and beauty" he said in a flattering way
"Stop with the flattery, if I knew it was you who tried to eat me you wouldn't be standing."
"Then why accuse me of doing something i clearly did not" He said
"To make sure I was right."
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Krathian was still gone. This disappearance was rather sudden...
Jim has run out of cigars and doesn't know what to do with himself
Turin is eating a meager breakfast
*hola :D*
a man sits in a chair. he has black hair and brown eyes. His hair is tied up in a ponytail by a thin plated gold band. he wears a white tank top for now but has on a seat a Black jacket. he sips a cup of herbal tea while writing in a journal.
Azazel sits outside, talking to andrew.
Elle was outside, she was cursing at a man in a hooded cloak for being late to get her medication.
Turin, who was taking a walk, witnessed this volatile altercation, and patiently waited for the two of them to finish their argument.
Elle snarled and swiped the medication from the man who promptly walked away after receiving his money. she sighed and put up her hood. she mumbled to herself "why do i constantly need this stuff..."
"Sorry miss," Turin says as he reaches her on the path, "But I couldn't help overhearin' your conversation with the merchant there. Did ye get what ye was looking for?"
Her eyes narrowed as she violently pushed him against a tree, pulling out her knife "How much did you here?" she snarled
"Not much, but enough to know what ye're looking for is hard to get, and probably costs quite a bit as well. And that you were visibly trying to restrain yourself from dismembering that poor man."
(May i have a description of Turin?)
(ill trade you a description of Elle)
She backed off a bit but not letting him go "Thats none of yer business" she said. it was clear to see that she had dark shade under her eyes from lack of sleep, her eyes were unfocused and darted around.
"Antianxiolytics, maybe?," he winks, "I can get them to ye for half the cost, and in the meantime I can get back at whatever apothecary botched the order."
*4,5" Dwarf with a greasy beard, round spectacles, and hair tied back in a bun. He wears a patched, long jacket, suspenders, and gloves whose fingertips have been worn off. He has a high cockney accent.*
She backs off, letting him move about and looks away, little embarrassed. "yeah.. I've had them since I was a kid" she said "that would be nice of you but why do you want to help me, unless there something in it for you" she said
*5'7, 27 year old British female with short blond hair cut into a Bob. Wears a red thin hoodie-jacket and black leggings, feet are adorn with thick leather boots that seem like they e been through thick and thin. Carries a hunting knife on her thigh holster. Looks constantly tired or wired. *
"I don' think ye understand miss, there is. For one thing, I'd be making more money than I am now, for another I'm a hyperactive kleptomaniac who needs something to do with his time, and for a third, I think I know who ripped ye off. I have a score to settle with them meself, and this is me preferred method."
*Bipolar?*
*not so much bipolar as she has severe depression. Ill send you short story I made with her*
She raised an eyebrow "you do?" She asked in a monotone, not so much as a question but as a restating of facts. She sighed and stuffed her hands in her pockets "fine then, ill help you out along the way" she said
"Thank ye miss," Turin rubs his shoulder where she pushed him. "Shall we start by stringing up th' dealer and seeing what he knows?"
"sure" she said and nodded
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Azazel looks at andrew then appears behind him, smiling.
Andrew jumps, surprised.
(description: 6'2 man in a black suit/ Black sweater with thick gold bands around the arms. Bone goat horns with golden wires that drapes on them. Black hair. Very pale skin. (anyone with sight can see a black furred goat head with golden eyes.))
"Do I know you?"
"I don't think so, i don't know you so why would you know me" he said and smiled
"I don't know, I could have sworn you or at least something like you nearly tore my left arm off."
"Now what use would i have for your arm?" He said and chuckled "Unless it was for eating"
"Pretty sure you wanted to eat it." He rolls up his left sleeve to reveal that his left arm is scarred and pock-marked.
"Hm... i don't remember eating your flesh" he said "But then again, Demons are drawn to brilliance and beauty" he said in a flattering way
"Stop with the flattery, if I knew it was you who tried to eat me you wouldn't be standing."
"Then why accuse me of doing something i clearly did not" He said
"To make sure I was right."
"well were you right or wrong?" He asked
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man in plate armor rides up the path to the tavern on a giant goat, its horns adorned with bells. He hops off upon reaching the front door, and leads the goat out to the front yard, where it can graze. He walks into the tavern, doffs his helmet, and sits at the bar. He has brown-blonde hair streaked with grey that continues from his ears all the way down to a chin beard, piercing green eyes, and an impish nose. A solitary golden earring hangs from his left ear.
Harper looks up from his journal and smiles, closing the small writing book and walking over. he waves and smiles. "Hey there!" he said cheerfully.
"Hallo," said the man, waving back. He then ordered a couple of coffees, adding something white from a flask to both. He sits down at Harper's table and offers him the other coffee.
Harper looks at the coffee cup then raised an eyebrow. "What did you put in it?" he asked and tilted his head, moving aside so the man could sit down.
"Honey and goat's milk" he tosses Harper the container. "Look for yourself, I tend to like a bit in with my coffee." The man takes a long sip of his drink.
Harper sniffs the opening of the container. He shrugs nd sets it down, drinking his coffee, registering the taste. "pretty good" he said and chuckled
The man chuckles. "You should thank Ingol out in the yard, she makes it for me."
"your goat makes it?" He asked and smiled "seems nice or 'er". As he drank the remnants of his drink he stuck out a bandage-covered hand "I'm Harper! Harper Lee" He said
"Nice to meet you, I'm Nathan Combshaker." He takes another sip of his coffee.
*Idea, when in an online RPG it has you put in your name, type Bond....JAMES Bond or something to that effect, that way every time an NPC says you name it will have to say that."
* XD*
"nice to meetcha" he said and leaned back in his chair, surveying Nathan for a minute before looking away.
Nathan pulled out a piece of wood and began carving
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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 man in plate armor rides up the path to the tavern on a giant goat, its horns adorned with bells. He hops off upon reaching the front door, and leads the goat out to the front yard, where it can graze. He walks into the tavern, doffs his helmet, and sits at the bar. He has brown-blonde hair streaked with grey that continues from his ears all the way down to a chin beard, piercing green eyes, and an impish nose. A solitary golden earring hangs from his left ear.
Harper looks up from his journal and smiles, closing the small writing book and walking over. he waves and smiles. "Hey there!" he said cheerfully.
"Hallo," said the man, waving back. He then ordered a couple of coffees, adding something white from a flask to both. He sits down at Harper's table and offers him the other coffee.
Harper looks at the coffee cup then raised an eyebrow. "What did you put in it?" he asked and tilted his head, moving aside so the man could sit down.
"Honey and goat's milk" he tosses Harper the container. "Look for yourself, I tend to like a bit in with my coffee." The man takes a long sip of his drink.
Harper sniffs the opening of the container. He shrugs nd sets it down, drinking his coffee, registering the taste. "pretty good" he said and chuckled
The man chuckles. "You should thank Ingol out in the yard, she makes it for me."
"your goat makes it?" He asked and smiled "seems nice or 'er". As he drank the remnants of his drink he stuck out a bandage-covered hand "I'm Harper! Harper Lee" He said
"Nice to meet you, I'm Nathan Combshaker." He takes another sip of his coffee.
*Idea, when in an online RPG it has you put in your name, type Bond....JAMES Bond or something to that effect, that way every time an NPC says you name it will have to say that."
* XD*
"nice to meetcha" he said and leaned back in his chair, surveying Nathan for a minute before looking away.
Nathan pulled out a piece of wood and began carving
"whatcha making?" Harper asked and tilted his head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man in plate armor rides up the path to the tavern on a giant goat, its horns adorned with bells. He hops off upon reaching the front door, and leads the goat out to the front yard, where it can graze. He walks into the tavern, doffs his helmet, and sits at the bar. He has brown-blonde hair streaked with grey that continues from his ears all the way down to a chin beard, piercing green eyes, and an impish nose. A solitary golden earring hangs from his left ear.
Harper looks up from his journal and smiles, closing the small writing book and walking over. he waves and smiles. "Hey there!" he said cheerfully.
"Hallo," said the man, waving back. He then ordered a couple of coffees, adding something white from a flask to both. He sits down at Harper's table and offers him the other coffee.
Harper looks at the coffee cup then raised an eyebrow. "What did you put in it?" he asked and tilted his head, moving aside so the man could sit down.
"Honey and goat's milk" he tosses Harper the container. "Look for yourself, I tend to like a bit in with my coffee." The man takes a long sip of his drink.
Harper sniffs the opening of the container. He shrugs nd sets it down, drinking his coffee, registering the taste. "pretty good" he said and chuckled
The man chuckles. "You should thank Ingol out in the yard, she makes it for me."
"your goat makes it?" He asked and smiled "seems nice or 'er". As he drank the remnants of his drink he stuck out a bandage-covered hand "I'm Harper! Harper Lee" He said
"Nice to meet you, I'm Nathan Combshaker." He takes another sip of his coffee.
*Idea, when in an online RPG it has you put in your name, type Bond....JAMES Bond or something to that effect, that way every time an NPC says you name it will have to say that."
* XD*
"nice to meetcha" he said and leaned back in his chair, surveying Nathan for a minute before looking away.
Nathan pulled out a piece of wood and began carving
"whatcha making?" Harper asked and tilted his head.
"A recorder," said Nathan, leaning his chair back. "Although I don't look it I'm a little ... low, on funds right now."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Azazel looks at andrew then appears behind him, smiling.
Andrew jumps, surprised.
(description: 6'2 man in a black suit/ Black sweater with thick gold bands around the arms. Bone goat horns with golden wires that drapes on them. Black hair. Very pale skin. (anyone with sight can see a black furred goat head with golden eyes.))
"Do I know you?"
"I don't think so, i don't know you so why would you know me" he said and smiled
"I don't know, I could have sworn you or at least something like you nearly tore my left arm off."
"Now what use would i have for your arm?" He said and chuckled "Unless it was for eating"
"Pretty sure you wanted to eat it." He rolls up his left sleeve to reveal that his left arm is scarred and pock-marked.
"Hm... i don't remember eating your flesh" he said "But then again, Demons are drawn to brilliance and beauty" he said in a flattering way
"Stop with the flattery, if I knew it was you who tried to eat me you wouldn't be standing."
"Then why accuse me of doing something i clearly did not" He said
"To make sure I was right."
"well were you right or wrong?" He asked
"Right. ¨
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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
A man in plate armor rides up the path to the tavern on a giant goat, its horns adorned with bells. He hops off upon reaching the front door, and leads the goat out to the front yard, where it can graze. He walks into the tavern, doffs his helmet, and sits at the bar. He has brown-blonde hair streaked with grey that continues from his ears all the way down to a chin beard, piercing green eyes, and an impish nose. A solitary golden earring hangs from his left ear.
Harper looks up from his journal and smiles, closing the small writing book and walking over. he waves and smiles. "Hey there!" he said cheerfully.
"Hallo," said the man, waving back. He then ordered a couple of coffees, adding something white from a flask to both. He sits down at Harper's table and offers him the other coffee.
Harper looks at the coffee cup then raised an eyebrow. "What did you put in it?" he asked and tilted his head, moving aside so the man could sit down.
"Honey and goat's milk" he tosses Harper the container. "Look for yourself, I tend to like a bit in with my coffee." The man takes a long sip of his drink.
Harper sniffs the opening of the container. He shrugs nd sets it down, drinking his coffee, registering the taste. "pretty good" he said and chuckled
The man chuckles. "You should thank Ingol out in the yard, she makes it for me."
"your goat makes it?" He asked and smiled "seems nice or 'er". As he drank the remnants of his drink he stuck out a bandage-covered hand "I'm Harper! Harper Lee" He said
"Nice to meet you, I'm Nathan Combshaker." He takes another sip of his coffee.
*Idea, when in an online RPG it has you put in your name, type Bond....JAMES Bond or something to that effect, that way every time an NPC says you name it will have to say that."
* XD*
"nice to meetcha" he said and leaned back in his chair, surveying Nathan for a minute before looking away.
Nathan pulled out a piece of wood and began carving
"whatcha making?" Harper asked and tilted his head.
"A recorder," said Nathan, leaning his chair back. "Although I don't look it I'm a little ... low, on funds right now."
Harper stood up and sighed "Ill pay for our lunch considering you payed for coffee" he said and smiled
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Azazel looks at andrew then appears behind him, smiling.
Andrew jumps, surprised.
(description: 6'2 man in a black suit/ Black sweater with thick gold bands around the arms. Bone goat horns with golden wires that drapes on them. Black hair. Very pale skin. (anyone with sight can see a black furred goat head with golden eyes.))
"Do I know you?"
"I don't think so, i don't know you so why would you know me" he said and smiled
"I don't know, I could have sworn you or at least something like you nearly tore my left arm off."
"Now what use would i have for your arm?" He said and chuckled "Unless it was for eating"
"Pretty sure you wanted to eat it." He rolls up his left sleeve to reveal that his left arm is scarred and pock-marked.
"Hm... i don't remember eating your flesh" he said "But then again, Demons are drawn to brilliance and beauty" he said in a flattering way
"Stop with the flattery, if I knew it was you who tried to eat me you wouldn't be standing."
"Then why accuse me of doing something i clearly did not" He said
"To make sure I was right."
"well were you right or wrong?" He asked
"Right. ¨
"you were right about what?" he said and sat on a rock
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Antianxiolytics, maybe?," he winks, "I can get them to ye for half the cost, and in the meantime I can get back at whatever apothecary botched the order."
*4,5" Dwarf with a greasy beard, round spectacles, and hair tied back in a bun. He wears a patched, long jacket, suspenders, and gloves whose fingertips have been worn off. He has a high cockney accent.*
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"
The man chuckles. "You should thank Ingol out in the yard, she makes it for me."
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"
She backs off, letting him move about and looks away, little embarrassed. "yeah.. I've had them since I was a kid" she said "that would be nice of you but why do you want to help me, unless there something in it for you" she said
*5'7, 27 year old British female with short blond hair cut into a Bob. Wears a red thin hoodie-jacket and black leggings, feet are adorn with thick leather boots that seem like they e been through thick and thin. Carries a hunting knife on her thigh holster. Looks constantly tired or wired. *
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"your goat makes it?" He asked and smiled "seems nice or 'er". As he drank the remnants of his drink he stuck out a bandage-covered hand "I'm Harper! Harper Lee" He said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I don' think ye understand miss, there is. For one thing, I'd be making more money than I am now, for another I'm a hyperactive kleptomaniac who needs something to do with his time, and for a third, I think I know who ripped ye off. I have a score to settle with them meself, and this is me preferred method."
*Bipolar?*
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"
"Nice to meet you, I'm Nathan Combshaker." He takes another sip of his coffee.
*Idea, when in an online RPG it has you put in your name, type Bond....JAMES Bond or something to that effect, that way every time an NPC says you name it will have to say that."
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"
*not so much bipolar as she has severe depression. Ill send you short story I made with her*
She raised an eyebrow "you do?" She asked in a monotone, not so much as a question but as a restating of facts. She sighed and stuffed her hands in her pockets "fine then, ill help you out along the way" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
* XD*
"nice to meetcha" he said and leaned back in his chair, surveying Nathan for a minute before looking away.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thank ye miss," Turin rubs his shoulder where she pushed him. "Shall we start by stringing up th' dealer and seeing what he knows?"
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"
"To make sure I was right."
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
"sure" she said and nodded
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"well were you right or wrong?" He asked
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Nathan pulled out a piece of wood and began carving
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"
Zylna is spying on people from the rafters.
Wormorn walks back in with a bag of supplies he bought from the store in town, and he starts walking back to the room he bought.
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.
"whatcha making?" Harper asked and tilted his head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"A recorder," said Nathan, leaning his chair back. "Although I don't look it I'm a little ... low, on funds right now."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Right. ¨
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
Harper stood up and sighed "Ill pay for our lunch considering you payed for coffee" he said and smiled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"you were right about what?" he said and sat on a rock
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Morning!! I am sore as heck, and realising the slow downfall of humanity*
Damien is in the main room, drinking at the bar
Sik is at the shed, mostly hungover
Cova is hanging from the rafters
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
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