(Does anyone still have characters in the tavern?)
*I have Redd looting empty rooms*
*He finds one of Krathian's spellbooks in his room.*
*What spells?*
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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 Characters (Outdated)
(Does anyone still have characters in the tavern?)
*I have Redd looting empty rooms*
*He finds one of Krathian's spellbooks in his room.*
*What spells?*
*Detect Magic, Alter Self, Mage Armor, Detect Thoughts, Arcane Eye, Unseen Servant. It also has the recipe to make a nimblewright.*
"Hmm...... Very, Very interesting....." He puts it in a suit pocket
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*Jim, Turin, and Johnny are still here if anyone does want to rp*
*I could test out a character I made if that's alright.*
*I have no objection*
*M'kay!*
A teifling walks in. He wears some old but comfortable worn clothes that were a bit dusty, and one of horns seemed broken off at the tip, and he has a pair of big, bat-like wings on his back, a whip strapped to his belt, a light crossbow on a strap around his shoulder, and a double bladed scimitar on his back between his wings. His skin was sort of a dark red, his horns slightly darker than it, and his eyes were more yellow than orange. As he stepped in and looked around at the scarce number of people in the tavern, he whistled. "Dang, this place seems half-abandoned already."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Jim, Turin, and Johnny are still here if anyone does want to rp*
*I could test out a character I made if that's alright.*
*I have no objection*
*M'kay!*
A teifling walks in. He wears some old but comfortable worn clothes that were a bit dusty, and one of horns seemed broken off at the tip, and he has a pair of big, bat-like wings on his back, a whip strapped to his belt, a light crossbow on a strap around his shoulder, and a double bladed scimitar on his back between his wings. His skin was sort of a dark red, his horns slightly darker than it, and his eyes were more yellow than orange. As he stepped in and looked around at the scarce number of people in the tavern, he whistled. "Dang, this place seems half-abandoned already."
Turin looks up from his looting, "That's cause it is mate. The plane is dying."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Jim, Turin, and Johnny are still here if anyone does want to rp*
*I could test out a character I made if that's alright.*
*I have no objection*
*M'kay!*
A teifling walks in. He wears some old but comfortable worn clothes that were a bit dusty, and one of horns seemed broken off at the tip, and he has a pair of big, bat-like wings on his back, a whip strapped to his belt, a light crossbow on a strap around his shoulder, and a double bladed scimitar on his back between his wings. His skin was sort of a dark red, his horns slightly darker than it, and his eyes were more yellow than orange. As he stepped in and looked around at the scarce number of people in the tavern, he whistled. "Dang, this place seems half-abandoned already."
Turin looks up from his looting, "That's cause it is mate. The plane is dying."
"WHAT?" He seemed a bit panicked. "But I live on this plane!"
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Jim, Turin, and Johnny are still here if anyone does want to rp*
*I could test out a character I made if that's alright.*
*I have no objection*
*M'kay!*
A teifling walks in. He wears some old but comfortable worn clothes that were a bit dusty, and one of horns seemed broken off at the tip, and he has a pair of big, bat-like wings on his back, a whip strapped to his belt, a light crossbow on a strap around his shoulder, and a double bladed scimitar on his back between his wings. His skin was sort of a dark red, his horns slightly darker than it, and his eyes were more yellow than orange. As he stepped in and looked around at the scarce number of people in the tavern, he whistled. "Dang, this place seems half-abandoned already."
Turin looks up from his looting, "That's cause it is mate. The plane is dying."
"WHAT?" He seemed a bit panicked. "But I live on this plane!"
Turin shrugs, "Sorry mate."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Jim, Turin, and Johnny are still here if anyone does want to rp*
*I could test out a character I made if that's alright.*
*I have no objection*
*M'kay!*
A teifling walks in. He wears some old but comfortable worn clothes that were a bit dusty, and one of horns seemed broken off at the tip, and he has a pair of big, bat-like wings on his back, a whip strapped to his belt, a light crossbow on a strap around his shoulder, and a double bladed scimitar on his back between his wings. His skin was sort of a dark red, his horns slightly darker than it, and his eyes were more yellow than orange. As he stepped in and looked around at the scarce number of people in the tavern, he whistled. "Dang, this place seems half-abandoned already."
Turin looks up from his looting, "That's cause it is mate. The plane is dying."
"WHAT?" He seemed a bit panicked. "But I live on this plane!"
Turin shrugs, "Sorry mate."
"Aren't you worried as well?!?! We've gotta move planes, man! Please tell me you're so calm because you have a way out!"
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Jim, Turin, and Johnny are still here if anyone does want to rp*
*I could test out a character I made if that's alright.*
*I have no objection*
*M'kay!*
A teifling walks in. He wears some old but comfortable worn clothes that were a bit dusty, and one of horns seemed broken off at the tip, and he has a pair of big, bat-like wings on his back, a whip strapped to his belt, a light crossbow on a strap around his shoulder, and a double bladed scimitar on his back between his wings. His skin was sort of a dark red, his horns slightly darker than it, and his eyes were more yellow than orange. As he stepped in and looked around at the scarce number of people in the tavern, he whistled. "Dang, this place seems half-abandoned already."
Turin looks up from his looting, "That's cause it is mate. The plane is dying."
"WHAT?" He seemed a bit panicked. "But I live on this plane!"
Turin shrugs, "Sorry mate."
"Aren't you worried as well?!?! We've gotta move planes, man! Please tell me you're so calm because you have a way out!"
"No, I'm a calmly suicidal maniac who wants everyone here to die."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Jim, Turin, and Johnny are still here if anyone does want to rp*
*I could test out a character I made if that's alright.*
*I have no objection*
*M'kay!*
A teifling walks in. He wears some old but comfortable worn clothes that were a bit dusty, and one of horns seemed broken off at the tip, and he has a pair of big, bat-like wings on his back, a whip strapped to his belt, a light crossbow on a strap around his shoulder, and a double bladed scimitar on his back between his wings. His skin was sort of a dark red, his horns slightly darker than it, and his eyes were more yellow than orange. As he stepped in and looked around at the scarce number of people in the tavern, he whistled. "Dang, this place seems half-abandoned already."
Turin looks up from his looting, "That's cause it is mate. The plane is dying."
"WHAT?" He seemed a bit panicked. "But I live on this plane!"
Turin shrugs, "Sorry mate."
"Aren't you worried as well?!?! We've gotta move planes, man! Please tell me you're so calm because you have a way out!"
"No, I'm a calmly suicidal maniac who wants everyone here to die."
He stares at Turin for a bit before walking over to behind the bar and taking a couple bottles, ignoring anyone who may object. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening." He repeats it for a while as he pours himself shots of whatever drink he grabbed.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Jim, Turin, and Johnny are still here if anyone does want to rp*
*I could test out a character I made if that's alright.*
*I have no objection*
*M'kay!*
A teifling walks in. He wears some old but comfortable worn clothes that were a bit dusty, and one of horns seemed broken off at the tip, and he has a pair of big, bat-like wings on his back, a whip strapped to his belt, a light crossbow on a strap around his shoulder, and a double bladed scimitar on his back between his wings. His skin was sort of a dark red, his horns slightly darker than it, and his eyes were more yellow than orange. As he stepped in and looked around at the scarce number of people in the tavern, he whistled. "Dang, this place seems half-abandoned already."
Turin looks up from his looting, "That's cause it is mate. The plane is dying."
"WHAT?" He seemed a bit panicked. "But I live on this plane!"
Turin shrugs, "Sorry mate."
"Aren't you worried as well?!?! We've gotta move planes, man! Please tell me you're so calm because you have a way out!"
"No, I'm a calmly suicidal maniac who wants everyone here to die."
He stares at Turin for a bit before walking over to behind the bar and taking a couple bottles, ignoring anyone who may object. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening." He repeats it for a while as he pours himself shots of whatever drink he grabbed.
Turin sighs, "It's called sarcasm mate, of course I have a way out.'
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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.
*ill do something about it*
upstairs, in the hallway, was a cat. the cat looked like a bun curled up on the floor.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I could test out a character I made if that's alright.*
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.
*What spells?*
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)
*:D Mr. Stealy!*
Cats happen to be the one thing that Jim is not afraid of, he sits down upstairs in the hallway and pets the cat.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*I have no objection*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
There was a brown tabby cat in the upstairs hallway. they were laying in a curled up, bun sort of way. they had six tails.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*yaaaaay someone knows mr stealy*
The cat blinks its amber eyes and stretches, enjoying the pets.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Detect Magic, Alter Self, Mage Armor, Detect Thoughts, Arcane Eye, Unseen Servant. It also has the recipe to make a nimblewright.*
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"
"Hmm...... Very, Very interesting....." He puts it in a suit pocket
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)
*M'kay!*
A teifling walks in. He wears some old but comfortable worn clothes that were a bit dusty, and one of horns seemed broken off at the tip, and he has a pair of big, bat-like wings on his back, a whip strapped to his belt, a light crossbow on a strap around his shoulder, and a double bladed scimitar on his back between his wings. His skin was sort of a dark red, his horns slightly darker than it, and his eyes were more yellow than orange. As he stepped in and looked around at the scarce number of people in the tavern, he whistled. "Dang, this place seems half-abandoned already."
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.
*gonna add a mouse, a cat, and a dog just because*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Spiders swarm the tavern
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
Jim talks softly to the cat, he finds it calming. The cat can feel him shaking. "Hello buddy, what's your name?"
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"
Turin looks up from his looting, "That's cause it is mate. The plane is dying."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"WHAT?" He seemed a bit panicked. "But I live on this plane!"
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.
Turin shrugs, "Sorry mate."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Aren't you worried as well?!?! We've gotta move planes, man! Please tell me you're so calm because you have a way out!"
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.
"No, I'm a calmly suicidal maniac who wants everyone here to die."
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 stares at Turin for a bit before walking over to behind the bar and taking a couple bottles, ignoring anyone who may object. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening." He repeats it for a while as he pours himself shots of whatever drink he grabbed.
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.
Turin sighs, "It's called sarcasm mate, of course I have a way out.'
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"