a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
"Have you cleaned yet?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
"Have you cleaned yet?"
"No, i've only recently returned from one of my outings"
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
"Have you cleaned yet?"
"No, i've only recently returned from one of my outings"
"ah" he said and took off his wide-brimmed hat. his entire head was covered with a balck cloth besides the mask part
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
"Have you cleaned yet?"
"No, i've only recently returned from one of my outings"
"ah" he said and took off his wide-brimmed hat. his entire head was covered with a balck cloth besides the mask part
Damien nods, "So, whats your reason for being here?"
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
"Have you cleaned yet?"
"No, i've only recently returned from one of my outings"
"ah" he said and took off his wide-brimmed hat. his entire head was covered with a balck cloth besides the mask part
Damien nods, "So, whats your reason for being here?"
"Helping the ill, providing my services to others in need of help"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
"Have you cleaned yet?"
"No, i've only recently returned from one of my outings"
"ah" he said and took off his wide-brimmed hat. his entire head was covered with a balck cloth besides the mask part
Damien nods, "So, whats your reason for being here?"
"Helping the ill, providing my services to others in need of help"
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
"Have you cleaned yet?"
"No, i've only recently returned from one of my outings"
"ah" he said and took off his wide-brimmed hat. his entire head was covered with a balck cloth besides the mask part
Damien nods, "So, whats your reason for being here?"
"Helping the ill, providing my services to others in need of help"
"Admirable. Is there a plague passing through?"
he shook his head "I don't think me and you have properly met, Im Seyton. Its a pleasure to meet you"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
"Have you cleaned yet?"
"No, i've only recently returned from one of my outings"
"ah" he said and took off his wide-brimmed hat. his entire head was covered with a balck cloth besides the mask part
Damien nods, "So, whats your reason for being here?"
"Helping the ill, providing my services to others in need of help"
"Admirable. Is there a plague passing through?"
he shook his head "I don't think me and you have properly met, Im Seyton. Its a pleasure to meet you"
Solanar comes downstairs, wearing a santa hat. "Hey everyone! It's nearly Christmas! We need a tree! Atemos, I need your help. Oh, and here's your Christmas present. Don't open it till Christmas." He hands Atemos a parcel. "Now, let's go!"
"I have a tree! And I've been hanging lights up!" Atemos shook the box. "I might not be here on Christmas day... can I open it now?"
“We need a massive tree for the whole tavern. Like, I’ve found a 124 foot tall one, but I need you in Yeenoghu mode to drag it here. Sure, go ahead.”
Atemos grumbled. "I'm not a draft horse.."
“Your still the biggest thing in the area. Come on, let’s go!”
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
"Have you cleaned yet?"
"No, i've only recently returned from one of my outings"
"ah" he said and took off his wide-brimmed hat. his entire head was covered with a balck cloth besides the mask part
Damien nods, "So, whats your reason for being here?"
"Helping the ill, providing my services to others in need of help"
"Admirable. Is there a plague passing through?"
he shook his head "I don't think me and you have properly met, Im Seyton. Its a pleasure to meet you"
"Apologies, i am Damien"
"Its nice to meet you and to your question, No, i am not"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
a 23 year old, 5'10, male walks in. he wears all black leather and a porcelain white bird mask. the three eyes of the mask are made of glass but the eyes underneath of it are unseen. he carries a black marble can with a silver bird carving at the hilt. his black boots tap across the floorboards before he sits down.
Damien looks at the man for a few seconds before walking over
Bunker walks over, "Good morning sir, how can i help you?"
The man looks up, the glass eyes reflect the lights inside the tavern. "a room, and a meal please" he said
Bunker nods, bringing a bowl of stew, some bread, and a room key, "There you are sir"
Damien looks at the man while bunker is gone, "So, a plague doctor?"
he nods at Bunker and sits back down.
The man looks at him for a minute "Yes, do you need help sir?" he asked. he gripped his cane and looked at Damien
"No, just curious," Damien smiles
"Why?" he asked
"Haven't seen one in a while"
"a Doctor? or a plague doctor?" he asked
"Both if i'm completely onest, but more so the latter"
"Ah, do you require a check-up or health exam of sorts?"
"I do not believe so"
He reaches slender hand up to the center glass eyehole. he takes out the glass lens and breathes in the air around damian
Death, lots of death
The man pulls his head back a bit "You reek of the dark gods stench... or should i say death"
"I deal with the dead a lot."
"May i ask what profession?"
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
"Have you cleaned yet?"
"No, i've only recently returned from one of my outings"
"ah" he said and took off his wide-brimmed hat. his entire head was covered with a balck cloth besides the mask part
Damien nods, "So, whats your reason for being here?"
"Helping the ill, providing my services to others in need of help"
"Admirable. Is there a plague passing through?"
he shook his head "I don't think me and you have properly met, Im Seyton. Its a pleasure to meet you"
"Apologies, i am Damien"
"Its nice to meet you and to your question, No, i am not"
*Yooo, retconning is so much funnnn- y'all should try it.*
"Shut up." exclaims a dude dressed in a leather jacket and commoners clothes as he walks into the bar, seemingly agitated about something. FOOD. The man flinches and stumbles into a table, apologizing for the interruption and proceeds to take a seat at a lone table.
*Oh, and nobody can read his mind- if you try to, all you hear is a static humming.*
Kinsley joins the dude and slurps some lemonade loudly. Then just stares at him.
"Hey, uh, where'd you get that?..." The guy (looks like Will Smith) points at the drink Kinsley is holding. "Kinda need something to eat-" NOW "-Gah, SHUT UP." He yelled at no one, then felt bad and apologized to Kinsley. "I'm alright...I'm alright..."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*No one is on................................ sigh*
*I am*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"I teach part time actually. Guess i can't let knowledge go since strixhaven"
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
"what teacher teaches in death stenched clothes?" the doctor said and leaned on his hand
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hey, i change clothes when i teach. And take showers, since death stains pretty deep"
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
"Have you cleaned yet?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No, i've only recently returned from one of my outings"
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
"ah" he said and took off his wide-brimmed hat. his entire head was covered with a balck cloth besides the mask part
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Damien nods, "So, whats your reason for being here?"
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
"Helping the ill, providing my services to others in need of help"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Admirable. Is there a plague passing through?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
he shook his head "I don't think me and you have properly met, Im Seyton. Its a pleasure to meet you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Apologies, i am Damien"
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
“Your still the biggest thing in the area. Come on, let’s go!”
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
JOIN TIAMAT'S CONGA LINE!
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"Its nice to meet you and to your question, No, i am not"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Damien tilts his head slightly, "Explain."
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
"Hey, uh, where'd you get that?..." The guy (looks like Will Smith) points at the drink Kinsley is holding. "Kinda need something to eat-" NOW "-Gah, SHUT UP." He yelled at no one, then felt bad and apologized to Kinsley. "I'm alright...I'm alright..."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*Slow............................*
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
"its ok. they are named kozu. and they like snuggles"
N/A
*No one is on................................ sigh*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*I am*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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*You exist to prove me wrong sometimes....*
*So, who are your actives?*
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