a 5''11 man walks in. he carries a quiver of metal tipped arrows on his back, in his hand is a complex looking bow. his dark green eyes glisten as he walks towards a table. he has short brown hair that looks messy. bandages crawl up his arms.
He sits down at a table and sets his bow across from him.
Some pixies fly by him, seemingly playing a game of tag.
He looks at them for a minute before closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair a bit. he looked weary and tired
A couple of them land on his table, hiding from the one that has been 'tagged'.
He sighs and plucks one by the wings and picks it up, staring at it
Startled, the pixie let out a small cry/yell, and the rest of the pixies (Numbering between 50-100) flew over, getting in his face and attacking his hand to get him to drop the one he picked up.
he randomly starts biting at them in the air
They were all able to dodge nimbly, and as they save the one he grabbed, they flew over to the gnome, who sat at the bar.
The man snarled a bit then went on to sharpen his arrow points
The gnome seemed to talk with the pixies for a bit, before sighing and getting up to walk over to the man.
Lazarus stared at the gnome for what felt like forever. his dark evergreen colored eyes seemed to be peircing just like his arrows
The gnome reaches his table. "Excuse me, sir, but are you the one who, ahem, attempted to bite my friends?"
He nodded slowly
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
a 5''11 man walks in. he carries a quiver of metal tipped arrows on his back, in his hand is a complex looking bow. his dark green eyes glisten as he walks towards a table. he has short brown hair that looks messy. bandages crawl up his arms.
He sits down at a table and sets his bow across from him.
Some pixies fly by him, seemingly playing a game of tag.
He looks at them for a minute before closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair a bit. he looked weary and tired
A couple of them land on his table, hiding from the one that has been 'tagged'.
He sighs and plucks one by the wings and picks it up, staring at it
Startled, the pixie let out a small cry/yell, and the rest of the pixies (Numbering between 50-100) flew over, getting in his face and attacking his hand to get him to drop the one he picked up.
he randomly starts biting at them in the air
They were all able to dodge nimbly, and as they save the one he grabbed, they flew over to the gnome, who sat at the bar.
The man snarled a bit then went on to sharpen his arrow points
The gnome seemed to talk with the pixies for a bit, before sighing and getting up to walk over to the man.
Lazarus stared at the gnome for what felt like forever. his dark evergreen colored eyes seemed to be peircing just like his arrows
The gnome reaches his table. "Excuse me, sir, but are you the one who, ahem, attempted to bite my friends?"
He nodded slowly
"Well then, I would appreciate if you would not bother them anymore, since they were not bothering you."
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a 5''11 man walks in. he carries a quiver of metal tipped arrows on his back, in his hand is a complex looking bow. his dark green eyes glisten as he walks towards a table. he has short brown hair that looks messy. bandages crawl up his arms.
He sits down at a table and sets his bow across from him.
Some pixies fly by him, seemingly playing a game of tag.
He looks at them for a minute before closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair a bit. he looked weary and tired
A couple of them land on his table, hiding from the one that has been 'tagged'.
He sighs and plucks one by the wings and picks it up, staring at it
Startled, the pixie let out a small cry/yell, and the rest of the pixies (Numbering between 50-100) flew over, getting in his face and attacking his hand to get him to drop the one he picked up.
he randomly starts biting at them in the air
They were all able to dodge nimbly, and as they save the one he grabbed, they flew over to the gnome, who sat at the bar.
The man snarled a bit then went on to sharpen his arrow points
The gnome seemed to talk with the pixies for a bit, before sighing and getting up to walk over to the man.
Lazarus stared at the gnome for what felt like forever. his dark evergreen colored eyes seemed to be peircing just like his arrows
The gnome reaches his table. "Excuse me, sir, but are you the one who, ahem, attempted to bite my friends?"
He nodded slowly
"Well then, I would appreciate if you would not bother them anymore, since they were not bothering you."
he shrugs and drinks whatever was in a metal canteen
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
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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.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
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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.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
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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.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
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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.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
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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.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy 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.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
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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 is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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He nodded slowly
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Lol i so far have a corrupt paladin, a bardic teifling who has a cat, and now a hunter/ranger who eats pests.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well then, I would appreciate if you would not bother them anymore, since they were not bothering you."
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.
he shrugs and drinks whatever was in a metal canteen
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
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"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
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.
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
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"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
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.
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
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"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
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.
Lazarus is drinking and re-tying bandages around his arms and hands.
Thomas was at a table, he was polishing his armor.
Vanik was at a table, he was being sleepy and admitting sounds to his cat
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy 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"
Nathan is outside, feeding Ingoll
Turin is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
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 mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
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"
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]