Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"It is good-humour, cleanses a person's mood. Who are you, dragon-walker?"
*Two things, Q'ilbrith is a sentient, psionic octopus-thingy, and he has truesight*
*I guessed that*
"I'm Frindrot. Who are you?"
*Sorry, I can be a bit dense at times - and tend to assume everyone else is too*
"Q'ilbrith, companion of the sputtering Krathian Hedara, psionic adept, and scotch-consumption savant. How may I help you?" Frindrot gets the image of a shapeless figure sweeping the floor with its hat.
"Nice to meet you Q'ilbrith, I have no need for any help at the moment, but thank you for the offer."
*It seems you are right to assume that.*
*lol no worries*
"You are most welcome. Thank you for clearing the air, I was beginning to look like yet-to-be-fried calamari, and I'd prefer not to be thrown into a pot of boiling oil."
"You're welcome."
"What brings you to the Tavern?"
"I just happened upon it while I was exploring nearby."
"Same for me and Krathian, though it seems he's getting pretty settled"
"I probably won't be settled here for long. I'll most likely only stay a week or so."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
The bugbear jumps in his seat, startled, and moves swiftly for the exit
She looks over at him. "YOU! What're you running for? Huh?"
The bugbear pulls its flat-cap lower over his face, "N-nothing" he manages to stammer. He looks pretty tough, but the fact that his cigar is quivering betrays him.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
The bugbear jumps in his seat, startled, and moves swiftly for the exit
She looks over at him. "YOU! What're you running for? Huh?"
The bugbear pulls its flat-cap lower over his face, "N-nothing" he manages to stammer. He looks pretty tough, but the fact that his cigar is quivering betrays him.
She hops down from her table and walks over, stopping in front of him and crossing her arms. "You scared of some fun?" Her voice was low, and she smiled cockily.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
The bugbear jumps in his seat, startled, and moves swiftly for the exit
She looks over at him. "YOU! What're you running for? Huh?"
The bugbear pulls its flat-cap lower over his face, "N-nothing" he manages to stammer. He looks pretty tough, but the fact that his cigar is quivering betrays him.
She hops down from her table and walks over, stopping in front of him and crossing her arms. "You scared of some fun?" Her voice was low, and she smiled cockily.
"N-no ma'am." He grabs a bottle of rum, drops it - breaking the neck off, and he picks it up and starts drinking from it without the neck best he can.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"It is good-humour, cleanses a person's mood. Who are you, dragon-walker?"
*Two things, Q'ilbrith is a sentient, psionic octopus-thingy, and he has truesight*
*I guessed that*
"I'm Frindrot. Who are you?"
*Sorry, I can be a bit dense at times - and tend to assume everyone else is too*
"Q'ilbrith, companion of the sputtering Krathian Hedara, psionic adept, and scotch-consumption savant. How may I help you?" Frindrot gets the image of a shapeless figure sweeping the floor with its hat.
"Nice to meet you Q'ilbrith, I have no need for any help at the moment, but thank you for the offer."
*It seems you are right to assume that.*
*lol no worries*
"You are most welcome. Thank you for clearing the air, I was beginning to look like yet-to-be-fried calamari, and I'd prefer not to be thrown into a pot of boiling oil."
"You're welcome."
"What brings you to the Tavern?"
"I just happened upon it while I was exploring nearby."
"Same for me and Krathian, though it seems he's getting pretty settled"
"I probably won't be settled here for long. I'll most likely only stay a week or so."
"I will enjoy you're company while you're here, then."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
"Yeah... But living life alone just sounds.... Empty..."
She chuckled. "I am never truly alone. Seeing new sights fills me with as much joy as speaking with another being."
"I guess that makes sense... But I really dont know what Id do without others... Ayryn, Mithris, Kite, Nox.... My friends and family are everything to me"
"That is good. They are lucky to have you."
"Im... Pretty sure its the other way around"
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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)
A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
The bugbear jumps in his seat, startled, and moves swiftly for the exit
She looks over at him. "YOU! What're you running for? Huh?"
The bugbear pulls its flat-cap lower over his face, "N-nothing" he manages to stammer. He looks pretty tough, but the fact that his cigar is quivering betrays him.
She hops down from her table and walks over, stopping in front of him and crossing her arms. "You scared of some fun?" Her voice was low, and she smiled cockily.
"N-no ma'am." He grabs a bottle of rum, drops it - breaking the neck off, and he picks it up and starts drinking from it without the neck best he can.
She laughed. "Let me show you how to do that." She took her own bottle of rum, and bit the head off with her teeth, spitting it out onto the floor, then chugged it in 3 seconds. "You may be a bear, but you are certainly more bug!" She chuckled as she threw the empty bottle across the room.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"It is good-humour, cleanses a person's mood. Who are you, dragon-walker?"
*Two things, Q'ilbrith is a sentient, psionic octopus-thingy, and he has truesight*
*I guessed that*
"I'm Frindrot. Who are you?"
*Sorry, I can be a bit dense at times - and tend to assume everyone else is too*
"Q'ilbrith, companion of the sputtering Krathian Hedara, psionic adept, and scotch-consumption savant. How may I help you?" Frindrot gets the image of a shapeless figure sweeping the floor with its hat.
"Nice to meet you Q'ilbrith, I have no need for any help at the moment, but thank you for the offer."
*It seems you are right to assume that.*
*lol no worries*
"You are most welcome. Thank you for clearing the air, I was beginning to look like yet-to-be-fried calamari, and I'd prefer not to be thrown into a pot of boiling oil."
"You're welcome."
"What brings you to the Tavern?"
"I just happened upon it while I was exploring nearby."
"Same for me and Krathian, though it seems he's getting pretty settled"
"I probably won't be settled here for long. I'll most likely only stay a week or so."
"I will enjoy you're company while you're here, then."
"That is nice to know."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
"Yeah... But living life alone just sounds.... Empty..."
She chuckled. "I am never truly alone. Seeing new sights fills me with as much joy as speaking with another being."
"I guess that makes sense... But I really dont know what Id do without others... Ayryn, Mithris, Kite, Nox.... My friends and family are everything to me"
"That is good. They are lucky to have you."
"Im... Pretty sure its the other way around"
She walked over to in front of him. "Now, don't make yourself sound so insignificant, a truly loyal friend is hard for anyone to come across. They are lucky to have you. Understand?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
The bugbear jumps in his seat, startled, and moves swiftly for the exit
She looks over at him. "YOU! What're you running for? Huh?"
The bugbear pulls its flat-cap lower over his face, "N-nothing" he manages to stammer. He looks pretty tough, but the fact that his cigar is quivering betrays him.
She hops down from her table and walks over, stopping in front of him and crossing her arms. "You scared of some fun?" Her voice was low, and she smiled cockily.
"N-no ma'am." He grabs a bottle of rum, drops it - breaking the neck off, and he picks it up and starts drinking from it without the neck best he can.
She laughed. "Let me show you how to do that." She took her own bottle of rum, and bit the head off with her teeth, spitting it out onto the floor, then chugged it in 3 seconds. "You may be a bear, but you are certainly more bug!" She chuckled as she threw the empty bottle across the room.
The bugbear flinched at the sound of the bottle hitting the wall, he walked back over to his corner, lit a fresh cigar, and pulled his hat low over his eyes.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A 5'10 woman walks in. Her hair is a fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs down to her chest, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out, some cloth pants that are laced at the shins, and she has on some plain shoes. She yawns, stretches a bit, then hops onto a table. "ALRIGHT, WHELPS! Look over here! I am BORED and THIRSTY. The first round of drinks will be on me, but in return this place better liven up a little! I'm talking music, drinks, fighting, you all understand me?!?!"
The bugbear jumps in his seat, startled, and moves swiftly for the exit
She looks over at him. "YOU! What're you running for? Huh?"
The bugbear pulls its flat-cap lower over his face, "N-nothing" he manages to stammer. He looks pretty tough, but the fact that his cigar is quivering betrays him.
She hops down from her table and walks over, stopping in front of him and crossing her arms. "You scared of some fun?" Her voice was low, and she smiled cockily.
"N-no ma'am." He grabs a bottle of rum, drops it - breaking the neck off, and he picks it up and starts drinking from it without the neck best he can.
She laughed. "Let me show you how to do that." She took her own bottle of rum, and bit the head off with her teeth, spitting it out onto the floor, then chugged it in 3 seconds. "You may be a bear, but you are certainly more bug!" She chuckled as she threw the empty bottle across the room.
The bugbear flinched at the sound of the bottle hitting the wall, he walked back over to his corner, lit a fresh cigar, and pulled his hat low over his eyes.
"You don't have any fire in you, don't you?" She laughed as she went over to the bar, fulfilling her promise to buy the first round.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I've introduced some more characters, Frindrot, the silver dragon in human form, Null, I haven't had a chance to get more in depth with him yet, and my new character I just introduced.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
"Yeah... But living life alone just sounds.... Empty..."
She chuckled. "I am never truly alone. Seeing new sights fills me with as much joy as speaking with another being."
"I guess that makes sense... But I really dont know what Id do without others... Ayryn, Mithris, Kite, Nox.... My friends and family are everything to me"
"That is good. They are lucky to have you."
"Im... Pretty sure its the other way around"
She walked over to in front of him. "Now, don't make yourself sound so insignificant, a truly loyal friend is hard for anyone to come across. They are lucky to have you. Understand?"
"I cause them a lot of trouble... And only 1 of them on purpose...."
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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've introduced some more characters, Frindrot, the silver dragon in human form, Null, I haven't had a chance to get more in depth with him yet, and my new character I just introduced.*
*I joined the tavern a couple days ago with Krathian, the GOOlock and his psionic octopus sidekick, Q'ilbrith, and I just introduced my newest character, a timid bugbear.*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
"Yeah... But living life alone just sounds.... Empty..."
She chuckled. "I am never truly alone. Seeing new sights fills me with as much joy as speaking with another being."
"I guess that makes sense... But I really dont know what Id do without others... Ayryn, Mithris, Kite, Nox.... My friends and family are everything to me"
"That is good. They are lucky to have you."
"Im... Pretty sure its the other way around"
She walked over to in front of him. "Now, don't make yourself sound so insignificant, a truly loyal friend is hard for anyone to come across. They are lucky to have you. Understand?"
"I cause them a lot of trouble... And only 1 of them on purpose...."
"Do they see you as a burden?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
"Yeah... But living life alone just sounds.... Empty..."
She chuckled. "I am never truly alone. Seeing new sights fills me with as much joy as speaking with another being."
"I guess that makes sense... But I really dont know what Id do without others... Ayryn, Mithris, Kite, Nox.... My friends and family are everything to me"
"That is good. They are lucky to have you."
"Im... Pretty sure its the other way around"
She walked over to in front of him. "Now, don't make yourself sound so insignificant, a truly loyal friend is hard for anyone to come across. They are lucky to have you. Understand?"
"I cause them a lot of trouble... And only 1 of them on purpose...."
"Do they see you as a burden?"
"... No...."
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Krathian is over in the corner, chanting with his eyes closed. Q'ilbrith is precariously hanging up a flour sack over his head.
Kalnor watches the flour in anticipation
Q'ilbrith squiggles his way back down the supports and keeps hold of the string. Just as Krathian finally seems to relax, Q'ilbrith yanks on the string, causing the flour-bag to open and dump its entire contents on Krathian's head. Krathian sputters for a moment, puffing white clouds. His moustache and hair are now thoroughly white, so that he looks like an old man. He glares at Q'ilbrith and douses him with a pitcher of beer, at which Q'ilbrith only wiggle dances happily and slurps it up. Krathian rolls his eyes and goes outside to shake the flower from his hair. It works, but his hair looks about as neat as Albert Einstein's, and the cloud out front of the Tavern has yet to dissipate.
He offers Q'ibrith a high five/high tentacle
Q'ilbrith takes the offer, then turns to Frindrot.
"That is what he is selling, dragon-walker" He indicates the chaotic state of Krathian's corner
"Oh, that seems a bit... unnecessary."
"Comedy is always necessary" he smiles
"I honestly see no humor in causing detriment to others."
"Detriment? Its just some flour! Its not harmful!"
"Maybe not, but how would you feel if you were just minding your own business, then suddenly, a sack of flour was dumped on you?"
He smiles "Id probably start looking around for my sis, also with a bag of flour. We do it to each other all the time"
"Ah... I see..." She walked outside, and made the wind clear the flour from the air. "There, that's better."
"Have you ... Never done a prank before?"
"As I said, I see no humor in it."
"Hm.... Its usually something thats able to bring friends closer... Its not necessarily just about humor"
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you remember our talk earlier."
"Yeah... But living life alone just sounds.... Empty..."
She chuckled. "I am never truly alone. Seeing new sights fills me with as much joy as speaking with another being."
"I guess that makes sense... But I really dont know what Id do without others... Ayryn, Mithris, Kite, Nox.... My friends and family are everything to me"
"That is good. They are lucky to have you."
"Im... Pretty sure its the other way around"
She walked over to in front of him. "Now, don't make yourself sound so insignificant, a truly loyal friend is hard for anyone to come across. They are lucky to have you. Understand?"
"I cause them a lot of trouble... And only 1 of them on purpose...."
"Do they see you as a burden?"
"... No...."
"Then you are not a burden, so quit talking about yourself that way."
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"I probably won't be settled here for long. I'll most likely only stay a week or so."
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The bugbear pulls its flat-cap lower over his face, "N-nothing" he manages to stammer. He looks pretty tough, but the fact that his cigar is quivering betrays him.
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"
She hops down from her table and walks over, stopping in front of him and crossing her arms. "You scared of some fun?" Her voice was low, and she smiled cockily.
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"N-no ma'am." He grabs a bottle of rum, drops it - breaking the neck off, and he picks it up and starts drinking from it without the neck best he can.
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 will enjoy you're company while you're here, then."
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"
"Im... Pretty sure its the other way around"
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)
She laughed. "Let me show you how to do that." She took her own bottle of rum, and bit the head off with her teeth, spitting it out onto the floor, then chugged it in 3 seconds. "You may be a bear, but you are certainly more bug!" She chuckled as she threw the empty bottle across the room.
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"That is nice to know."
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She walked over to in front of him. "Now, don't make yourself sound so insignificant, a truly loyal friend is hard for anyone to come across. They are lucky to have you. Understand?"
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 bugbear flinched at the sound of the bottle hitting the wall, he walked back over to his corner, lit a fresh cigar, and pulled his hat low over his eyes.
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"
"You don't have any fire in you, don't you?" She laughed as she went over to the bar, fulfilling her promise to buy the first round.
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*Summary of the last week?*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*I've introduced some more characters, Frindrot, the silver dragon in human form, Null, I haven't had a chance to get more in depth with him yet, and my new character I just introduced.*
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.
"I cause them a lot of trouble... And only 1 of them on purpose...."
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 joined the tavern a couple days ago with Krathian, the GOOlock and his psionic octopus sidekick, Q'ilbrith, and I just introduced my newest character, a timid bugbear.*
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"
"Do they see you as a burden?"
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...."
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)
"Then you are not a burden, so quit talking about yourself that way."
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.
Szaren is sitting.
Sazalia is reading.
Tenar is eating something unrecognizable.
Half is working on a new character.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*Alright, have a good day, everyone!*
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.