*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.'
He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
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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.'
He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
"My guess," Turin shrugs, "Three more hours."
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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.
Turin sighs, "It's called sarcasm mate, of course I have a way out.'
He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
"My guess," Turin shrugs, "Three more hours."
"...Okay. What is the 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."
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.'
He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
"My guess," Turin shrugs, "Three more hours."
"...Okay. What is the way out?"
Turin holds up a two-pronged key. "This is a planar key I stole from a wizard a ways back. It'll take anyone in a five-mile radius to the astral plane, where we can quickly locate another portal."
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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.
Turin sighs, "It's called sarcasm mate, of course I have a way out.'
He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
"My guess," Turin shrugs, "Three more hours."
"...Okay. What is the way out?"
Turin holds up a two-pronged key. "This is a planar key I stole from a wizard a ways back. It'll take anyone in a five-mile radius to the astral plane, where we can quickly locate another portal."
He sighed. "Alright, that's a relief." He rubbed his temples a bit before he looked back up. "I'm Casmir."
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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.'
He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
"My guess," Turin shrugs, "Three more hours."
"...Okay. What is the way out?"
Turin holds up a two-pronged key. "This is a planar key I stole from a wizard a ways back. It'll take anyone in a five-mile radius to the astral plane, where we can quickly locate another portal."
He sighed. "Alright, that's a relief." He rubbed his temples a bit before he looked back up. "I'm Casmir."
"Pleased ta meet ya, I'm Turin."
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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.
*0verkill got me inspired to test out my character*
a loud splash was heard after that was some sort of language that sounded like cussing. a 5'11 fish-folk looking thing walked in. it has blue and black scales all over its body, its large black oval-shaped blinked slowly as it watched the almost empty room. it wore a grey long sleeved shirt, a green sash, and black knee-high leggings. it had a peculiar collar around its neck as it examined the world around it for a second
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*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.'
He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
"My guess," Turin shrugs, "Three more hours."
"...Okay. What is the way out?"
Turin holds up a two-pronged key. "This is a planar key I stole from a wizard a ways back. It'll take anyone in a five-mile radius to the astral plane, where we can quickly locate another portal."
He sighed. "Alright, that's a relief." He rubbed his temples a bit before he looked back up. "I'm Casmir."
"Pleased ta meet ya, I'm Turin."
"Ugh, I'm glad I decided to come here. Sorry for panicking, it's not everyday you discover your plane is literally dying."
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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.
*0verkill got me inspired to test out my character*
a loud splash was heard after that was some sort of language that sounded like cussing. a 5'11 fish-folk looking thing walked in. it has blue and black scales all over its body, its large black oval-shaped blinked slowly as it watched the almost empty room. it wore a grey long sleeved shirt, a green sash, and black knee-high leggings. it had a peculiar collar around its neck as it examined the world around it for a second
Casmir looked over. "Hey. Want a drink before our plane dies?"
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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.'
He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
"My guess," Turin shrugs, "Three more hours."
"...Okay. What is the way out?"
Turin holds up a two-pronged key. "This is a planar key I stole from a wizard a ways back. It'll take anyone in a five-mile radius to the astral plane, where we can quickly locate another portal."
He sighed. "Alright, that's a relief." He rubbed his temples a bit before he looked back up. "I'm Casmir."
"Pleased ta meet ya, I'm Turin."
"Ugh, I'm glad I decided to come here. Sorry for panicking, it's not everyday you discover your plane is literally dying."
"Indeed." Turin shoulders his pack. "Know any good places to loot?"
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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.
Turin sighs, "It's called sarcasm mate, of course I have a way out.'
He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
"My guess," Turin shrugs, "Three more hours."
"...Okay. What is the way out?"
Turin holds up a two-pronged key. "This is a planar key I stole from a wizard a ways back. It'll take anyone in a five-mile radius to the astral plane, where we can quickly locate another portal."
He sighed. "Alright, that's a relief." He rubbed his temples a bit before he looked back up. "I'm Casmir."
"Pleased ta meet ya, I'm Turin."
"Ugh, I'm glad I decided to come here. Sorry for panicking, it's not everyday you discover your plane is literally dying."
"Indeed." Turin shoulders his pack. "Know any good places to loot?"
"I've already looted the places worth mentioning."
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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.
*0verkill got me inspired to test out my character*
a loud splash was heard after that was some sort of language that sounded like cussing. a 5'11 fish-folk looking thing walked in. it has blue and black scales all over its body, its large black oval-shaped blinked slowly as it watched the almost empty room. it wore a grey long sleeved shirt, a green sash, and black knee-high leggings. it had a peculiar collar around its neck as it examined the world around it for a second
Casmir looked over. "Hey. Want a drink before our plane dies?"
it clicked something on its collar before nodding "Yes, i suppose i would" he said and sat down "Forgive me, my common is atrocious"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*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.'
He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
"My guess," Turin shrugs, "Three more hours."
"...Okay. What is the way out?"
Turin holds up a two-pronged key. "This is a planar key I stole from a wizard a ways back. It'll take anyone in a five-mile radius to the astral plane, where we can quickly locate another portal."
He sighed. "Alright, that's a relief." He rubbed his temples a bit before he looked back up. "I'm Casmir."
"Pleased ta meet ya, I'm Turin."
"Ugh, I'm glad I decided to come here. Sorry for panicking, it's not everyday you discover your plane is literally dying."
"Indeed." Turin shoulders his pack. "Know any good places to loot?"
"I've already looted the places worth mentioning."
"Huh, oh well. How long have you lived on this plane?'
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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.
*Guys.... The plane isnt dying... The tavern is just closing*
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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)
*0verkill got me inspired to test out my character*
a loud splash was heard after that was some sort of language that sounded like cussing. a 5'11 fish-folk looking thing walked in. it has blue and black scales all over its body, its large black oval-shaped blinked slowly as it watched the almost empty room. it wore a grey long sleeved shirt, a green sash, and black knee-high leggings. it had a peculiar collar around its neck as it examined the world around it for a second
Casmir looked over. "Hey. Want a drink before our plane dies?"
it clicked something on its collar before nodding "Yes, i suppose i would" he said and sat down "Forgive me, my common is atrocious"
"S'alright. What would you prefer? I've got..." He looked at a few bottles. "Ale, Vodka, Whiskey, Rum, Moonshine, Red Wine, White Wine, and I think this one is a mixed drink."
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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.'
He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
"My guess," Turin shrugs, "Three more hours."
"...Okay. What is the way out?"
Turin holds up a two-pronged key. "This is a planar key I stole from a wizard a ways back. It'll take anyone in a five-mile radius to the astral plane, where we can quickly locate another portal."
He sighed. "Alright, that's a relief." He rubbed his temples a bit before he looked back up. "I'm Casmir."
"Pleased ta meet ya, I'm Turin."
"Ugh, I'm glad I decided to come here. Sorry for panicking, it's not everyday you discover your plane is literally dying."
"Indeed." Turin shoulders his pack. "Know any good places to loot?"
"I've already looted the places worth mentioning."
"Huh, oh well. How long have you lived on this plane?'
"My whole life. I've more or less spent it wandering, scavenging abandoned things like this place is close to being."
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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.
*0verkill got me inspired to test out my character*
a loud splash was heard after that was some sort of language that sounded like cussing. a 5'11 fish-folk looking thing walked in. it has blue and black scales all over its body, its large black oval-shaped blinked slowly as it watched the almost empty room. it wore a grey long sleeved shirt, a green sash, and black knee-high leggings. it had a peculiar collar around its neck as it examined the world around it for a second
Casmir looked over. "Hey. Want a drink before our plane dies?"
it clicked something on its collar before nodding "Yes, i suppose i would" he said and sat down "Forgive me, my common is atrocious"
"S'alright. What would you prefer? I've got..." He looked at a few bottles. "Ale, Vodka, Whiskey, Rum, Moonshine, Red Wine, White Wine, and I think this one is a mixed drink."
It looked at the assortment before replying "Red wine please"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*0verkill got me inspired to test out my character*
a loud splash was heard after that was some sort of language that sounded like cussing. a 5'11 fish-folk looking thing walked in. it has blue and black scales all over its body, its large black oval-shaped blinked slowly as it watched the almost empty room. it wore a grey long sleeved shirt, a green sash, and black knee-high leggings. it had a peculiar collar around its neck as it examined the world around it for a second
Casmir looked over. "Hey. Want a drink before our plane dies?"
it clicked something on its collar before nodding "Yes, i suppose i would" he said and sat down "Forgive me, my common is atrocious"
"S'alright. What would you prefer? I've got..." He looked at a few bottles. "Ale, Vodka, Whiskey, Rum, Moonshine, Red Wine, White Wine, and I think this one is a mixed drink."
It looked at the assortment before replying "Red wine please"
He pours a glass for the fish man and poured himself the mixed drink. "So, where'd you come from?"
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He stared at Turin for a bit, debating whether to be more relieved or mad. He decided a bit of both. "Good. thank you. But pull something like that again, and I'll shoot you in your favorite toe." He downs one last shot. "Now, how much time does the plane have?"
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"My guess," Turin shrugs, "Three more hours."
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.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"...Okay. What is the way out?"
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Turin holds up a two-pronged key. "This is a planar key I stole from a wizard a ways back. It'll take anyone in a five-mile radius to the astral plane, where we can quickly locate another portal."
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 sighed. "Alright, that's a relief." He rubbed his temples a bit before he looked back up. "I'm Casmir."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"Pleased ta meet ya, I'm Turin."
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"
*0verkill got me inspired to test out my character*
a loud splash was heard after that was some sort of language that sounded like cussing. a 5'11 fish-folk looking thing walked in. it has blue and black scales all over its body, its large black oval-shaped blinked slowly as it watched the almost empty room. it wore a grey long sleeved shirt, a green sash, and black knee-high leggings. it had a peculiar collar around its neck as it examined the world around it for a second
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Ugh, I'm glad I decided to come here. Sorry for panicking, it's not everyday you discover your plane is literally dying."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Casmir looked over. "Hey. Want a drink before our plane dies?"
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.
"Indeed." Turin shoulders his pack. "Know any good places to loot?"
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've already looted the places worth mentioning."
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.
it clicked something on its collar before nodding "Yes, i suppose i would" he said and sat down "Forgive me, my common is atrocious"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Huh, oh well. How long have you lived on this plane?'
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"
*Guys.... The plane isnt dying... The tavern is just closing*
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"S'alright. What would you prefer? I've got..." He looked at a few bottles. "Ale, Vodka, Whiskey, Rum, Moonshine, Red Wine, White Wine, and I think this one is a mixed drink."
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.
*oh ok.*
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"
"My whole life. I've more or less spent it wandering, scavenging abandoned things like this place is close to being."
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.
It looked at the assortment before replying "Red wine please"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Still would end up being a funny prank Turin is pulling.*
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 pours a glass for the fish man and poured himself the mixed drink. "So, where'd you come from?"
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.