A person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
*CAST FIREBALL*
*it'll warm them up in an instant*
Bunker waves there, "Uh, hey. You alright there?"
He nods and takes off his cloak, setting it on a chair. He wears a brown work coat under and a flannel shirt under that. Even though he is inside the warmth of the tavern, the first on his fingers and clothes don't go away. One of his hands starts fazing as well as his leg as he sits down.
Bunker looks a bit worried, "Do you have frostbite?"
Krathian sees him, glances back at his paper, writes something, and crumples it up. He tosses it nonchalantly towards Caleb, like he's just throwing away another failed drawing.
Caleb grabs the paper after a bit, uncrumpling it
"Why are you hiding?" is written on it. Krathian smoothly lets one of his pencils roll of the table in Caleb's direction.
Caleb writes "Scary bird" and gives the paper back to Krathian
Krathian nods, then whispers, to Caleb, "If you see him come near you, holler, I'll pump more arcane energy into that scumbag than a god could handle."
A person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
*AWWW YEAH! New winter rp here we come!*
Jim looks up from his reverie. "Welcome stranger! How about I buys ye a drink te warm dem cold bones o' yours"
The man takes off his cloak. Underneath he wears a torn brown work jacket and a button up flannel shirt. The skin around his neck looks dead. He nods and sits down. "I'm Jackson" he said and nodded his head. Even though he is inside, the frost and ice doesn't seem to melt off him.
Anyone within 5 feet of him Starts feeling chilled or cold
Jim seems slightly unsettled, "Seems ye can chill yer own drink there, eh friend?" he chuckles nervously.
*Did I mention that Jim has arcanaphobia, phasmaphobia, turophobia, and a whole slew of other phobias?*
Jackson nods and chuckles as well. He doesn't seem to take off the mask but the drink is gone.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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)
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
"Indeed there is not. I once knew a man who stole memories, simply for the chaos that it would cause. I watched men forget their wives, mothers forget their children, children forget their parents, and elders forget their lives.
"thats both depressing and true" she said and smiled slightly, sad on the inside
"Indeed, still we do what we can to stop it, no? Krathian placed that man into a slumber that will last until the stars die. That is part of what he and I do. We try to understand the laws of the multiverse, so we can stop those who abuse them. As for you, though, I've never seen a child comforted as swiftly as you comforted Caleb. How?"
She became quiet "I used to have a Child as my own"
Q'ilbrith pauses for a moment, that hit him off guard. "I am sorry, Allison. What happened?"
"children must shouldn't be allowed to do things they want sometimes" she said and chuckled then rubbed the bridge of her nose "She got to close to close to the water and the tide came in..."
*Aaaahhhhh! MAX! I'm feeling things.*
"This is very sad. Can you resurrect, question?"
*I'm in a mood rn so ill be a downer*
"I can't resurrect, I don't know how" she said and smiled sadly
Q'ilbrith looks up, determined. "Krathian's patron/mentor is knowledge collector, I will request necessary knowledge. And if he does not have answer, then we will go to the underworld and carry up her soul from there."
"your nice but you don't have too, it was my fault for letting her go out"
"I know I do not have to, I decide to. If I did not want to, I would not have mentioned the idea."
*Is this ok with you? I don't wanna railroad your character...*
*No no! Its quite fine. Been wanting to do another soul recovery*
"thats very kind of you.. Thank you" she said and smiled, standing up
*Yay*
"I will talk to Krathian. On a side note, however, did you know Caleb is an orphan? Me and Krathian talked with him. Just something to think about..." He makes his best attempt to look like he's standing up (which is difficult, because he's essentially a head with eight legs) "Come with me if you like, its always exciting when Krathian talks to the patron/mentor." He wiggles with glee and flop/scoots his way back down the stairs.
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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 person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
*CAST FIREBALL*
*it'll warm them up in an instant*
Bunker waves there, "Uh, hey. You alright there?"
He nods and takes off his cloak, setting it on a chair. He wears a brown work coat under and a flannel shirt under that. Even though he is inside the warmth of the tavern, the first on his fingers and clothes don't go away. One of his hands starts fazing as well as his leg as he sits down.
Bunker looks a bit worried, "Do you have frostbite?"
"I do but its incurable I'm afraid" he said and flexed his hand
(if bunker is in a 5 ft radius, she feels chilled or cold)
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
"Indeed there is not. I once knew a man who stole memories, simply for the chaos that it would cause. I watched men forget their wives, mothers forget their children, children forget their parents, and elders forget their lives.
"thats both depressing and true" she said and smiled slightly, sad on the inside
"Indeed, still we do what we can to stop it, no? Krathian placed that man into a slumber that will last until the stars die. That is part of what he and I do. We try to understand the laws of the multiverse, so we can stop those who abuse them. As for you, though, I've never seen a child comforted as swiftly as you comforted Caleb. How?"
She became quiet "I used to have a Child as my own"
Q'ilbrith pauses for a moment, that hit him off guard. "I am sorry, Allison. What happened?"
"children must shouldn't be allowed to do things they want sometimes" she said and chuckled then rubbed the bridge of her nose "She got to close to close to the water and the tide came in..."
*Aaaahhhhh! MAX! I'm feeling things.*
"This is very sad. Can you resurrect, question?"
*I'm in a mood rn so ill be a downer*
"I can't resurrect, I don't know how" she said and smiled sadly
Q'ilbrith looks up, determined. "Krathian's patron/mentor is knowledge collector, I will request necessary knowledge. And if he does not have answer, then we will go to the underworld and carry up her soul from there."
"your nice but you don't have too, it was my fault for letting her go out"
"I know I do not have to, I decide to. If I did not want to, I would not have mentioned the idea."
*Is this ok with you? I don't wanna railroad your character...*
*No no! Its quite fine. Been wanting to do another soul recovery*
"thats very kind of you.. Thank you" she said and smiled, standing up
*Yay*
"I will talk to Krathian. On a side note, however, did you know Caleb is an orphan? Me and Krathian talked with him. Just something to think about..." He makes his best attempt to look like he's standing up (which is difficult, because he's essentially a head with eight legs) "Come with me if you like, its always exciting when Krathian talks to the patron/mentor." He wiggles with glee and flop/scoots his way back down the stairs.
"I didn't know that but I would feel bad if I took him in, he looks happy here" she said and followed him. "and I will join you"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Krathian sees him, glances back at his paper, writes something, and crumples it up. He tosses it nonchalantly towards Caleb, like he's just throwing away another failed drawing.
Caleb grabs the paper after a bit, uncrumpling it
"Why are you hiding?" is written on it. Krathian smoothly lets one of his pencils roll of the table in Caleb's direction.
Caleb writes "Scary bird" and gives the paper back to Krathian
Krathian nods, then whispers, to Caleb, "If you see him come near you, holler, I'll pump more arcane energy into that scumbag than a god could handle."
Caleb gives a small nod, "O-ok"
Krathian tosses him a wink, and snaps his fingers. They begin smoking. Krathian looks at his hand nervously after smelling the smoke, and frantically starts shaking it. He eventually tries to douse it by sticking it in his beer. Krathian's face is covered with soot now.
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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 person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
*CAST FIREBALL*
*it'll warm them up in an instant*
Bunker waves there, "Uh, hey. You alright there?"
He nods and takes off his cloak, setting it on a chair. He wears a brown work coat under and a flannel shirt under that. Even though he is inside the warmth of the tavern, the first on his fingers and clothes don't go away. One of his hands starts fazing as well as his leg as he sits down.
Bunker looks a bit worried, "Do you have frostbite?"
"I do but its incurable I'm afraid" he said and flexed his hand
(if bunker is in a 5 ft radius, she feels chilled or cold)
Krathian sees him, glances back at his paper, writes something, and crumples it up. He tosses it nonchalantly towards Caleb, like he's just throwing away another failed drawing.
Caleb grabs the paper after a bit, uncrumpling it
"Why are you hiding?" is written on it. Krathian smoothly lets one of his pencils roll of the table in Caleb's direction.
Caleb writes "Scary bird" and gives the paper back to Krathian
Krathian nods, then whispers, to Caleb, "If you see him come near you, holler, I'll pump more arcane energy into that scumbag than a god could handle."
Caleb gives a small nod, "O-ok"
Krathian tosses him a wink, and snaps his fingers. They begin smoking. Krathian looks at his hand nervously after smelling the smoke, and frantically starts shaking it. He eventually tries to douse it by sticking it in his beer. Krathian's face is covered with soot now.
*Jim the bugbear is literally always free. Or are you referring to people, in which case, Steve/Buckets is also free.*
Zetan, a leonin with a canine like jaw, walks over to Jim, carefully examining them
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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 person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
*CAST FIREBALL*
*it'll warm them up in an instant*
Bunker waves there, "Uh, hey. You alright there?"
He nods and takes off his cloak, setting it on a chair. He wears a brown work coat under and a flannel shirt under that. Even though he is inside the warmth of the tavern, the first on his fingers and clothes don't go away. One of his hands starts fazing as well as his leg as he sits down.
Bunker looks a bit worried, "Do you have frostbite?"
"I do but its incurable I'm afraid" he said and flexed his hand
(if bunker is in a 5 ft radius, she feels chilled or cold)
Bunker lets out a small shiver, "I can see that."
"anyways, who are you miss?" He asked and fixed himself at a table
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
"Indeed there is not. I once knew a man who stole memories, simply for the chaos that it would cause. I watched men forget their wives, mothers forget their children, children forget their parents, and elders forget their lives.
"thats both depressing and true" she said and smiled slightly, sad on the inside
"Indeed, still we do what we can to stop it, no? Krathian placed that man into a slumber that will last until the stars die. That is part of what he and I do. We try to understand the laws of the multiverse, so we can stop those who abuse them. As for you, though, I've never seen a child comforted as swiftly as you comforted Caleb. How?"
She became quiet "I used to have a Child as my own"
Q'ilbrith pauses for a moment, that hit him off guard. "I am sorry, Allison. What happened?"
"children must shouldn't be allowed to do things they want sometimes" she said and chuckled then rubbed the bridge of her nose "She got to close to close to the water and the tide came in..."
*Aaaahhhhh! MAX! I'm feeling things.*
"This is very sad. Can you resurrect, question?"
*I'm in a mood rn so ill be a downer*
"I can't resurrect, I don't know how" she said and smiled sadly
Q'ilbrith looks up, determined. "Krathian's patron/mentor is knowledge collector, I will request necessary knowledge. And if he does not have answer, then we will go to the underworld and carry up her soul from there."
"your nice but you don't have too, it was my fault for letting her go out"
"I know I do not have to, I decide to. If I did not want to, I would not have mentioned the idea."
*Is this ok with you? I don't wanna railroad your character...*
*No no! Its quite fine. Been wanting to do another soul recovery*
"thats very kind of you.. Thank you" she said and smiled, standing up
*Yay*
"I will talk to Krathian. On a side note, however, did you know Caleb is an orphan? Me and Krathian talked with him. Just something to think about..." He makes his best attempt to look like he's standing up (which is difficult, because he's essentially a head with eight legs) "Come with me if you like, its always exciting when Krathian talks to the patron/mentor." He wiggles with glee and flop/scoots his way back down the stairs.
"I didn't know that but I would feel bad if I took him in, he looks happy here" she said and followed him. "and I will join you"
"Very good, very good!" Q'ilbrith hops and claps his tentacles. When they get downstairs, they see Krathian sitting at a table near Caleb, his face covered in soot from an explosion. It looks as if someone dropped a match in his beer. "On second thought, perhaps I should perform the summoning"
Krathian buts in on the psychic channel, "What summoning?"
Q'ilbrith does the psionic equivalent of an eye-roll "We are resurrecting Allison's child, and require the patron/mentor's help."
"Who's Allison?" Then he sees her and Krathian seems a bit flustered, he wipes the soot off his face, which doesn't help much as the skin underneath is beet red. "Oh, Hi." he chuckles nervously and waves at Allison and Q'ilbrith.
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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 the bugbear is literally always free. Or are you referring to people, in which case, Steve/Buckets is also free.*
Zetan, a leonin with a canine like jaw, walks over to Jim, carefully examining them
'Y-yes? Mr Lion? What can I do for ye?" Jim seems nervous under the scrutiny of a fearsome sentient bipedal supremely-predatorial feline. I wonder why...
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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.
Issac is downstairs, he wearing a light blue hoodie and black gloves. He sips his tea while making something out of a clay block, he was slowly carving it. A candle was next to him and was lit with a blue flame.
Allison was awake upstairs, he door was open so she could interacted with. She had her hair tied up and was writing music and singing.
A centaur-Griffen walks in. They have light skin with brown curly-wavy hair and freckles. They have red and umber colored fur and feathers with a short nub tail. Their wings are elegant and have ombre black tips. They wear a button up coral colored shirt and a belt around the waist.
Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way up the stairs, and stops outside Allison's room, listening to and swaying with the music, eyes half-closed in happiness.
*Is it wrong that I actually like Q'ilbrith better than Krathian? Lol*
*XD*
Allison peers out her door and chuckles "like it?"
"It is beautiful, flesh-walker. Did you write?"
*Q'ilbrith has truesight, any illusions?*
"yes i did" she said and smiled.
*not really.*
"Impressed. What is your name, flesh-walker?"
*Also I'm determined that flop/scooting is the only way he moves*
"Im Allison" she said and chuckled "who are you?"
"Q'ilbrith, psionic adept, scotch connoisseur, companion to the ever-disheveled Krathian Hedara, and your humble servant." While there is no obvious motion from Q'il, Allison gets the image of an shadowy humanoid sweeping the floor with its hat in her head.
"and him?" she said pointing to the shadow. she chuckled, she didnt seem that fazed
*It's not physical, more like a memory that pops up randomly, It's Q'ilbrith's way of bowing, because he has not the stature.*
"Merely an illusion which I conjure up to bow for me, as you can see, I uh, lack the necessary figure."
"ah" she said and nodded. "anyways, what do you want from me? Or just a chat?P
"I was simply listening to the music, but I like chatting as well. I saw what you did for Caleb, that was very commendable. What happened back there?"
"someone doesn't understand that the tavern can't cause any harm but he can still feel the blows. A man started punching Caleb and I can't handle seeing someone innocent getting hurt"
"Understandably so, I would have sucked his brains out his ear given the opportunity. Still, I don't understand why someone would punch a child, even given the fact that the blows do no harm within the tavern. It seems unnecessarily cruel, no?"
"it truly does" she said and leaned on her desk, turning her lute "it doesn't surprise me though, there's no shortage of cruelty in the world"
"Indeed there is not. I once knew a man who stole memories, simply for the chaos that it would cause. I watched men forget their wives, mothers forget their children, children forget their parents, and elders forget their lives.
"thats both depressing and true" she said and smiled slightly, sad on the inside
"Indeed, still we do what we can to stop it, no? Krathian placed that man into a slumber that will last until the stars die. That is part of what he and I do. We try to understand the laws of the multiverse, so we can stop those who abuse them. As for you, though, I've never seen a child comforted as swiftly as you comforted Caleb. How?"
She became quiet "I used to have a Child as my own"
Q'ilbrith pauses for a moment, that hit him off guard. "I am sorry, Allison. What happened?"
"children must shouldn't be allowed to do things they want sometimes" she said and chuckled then rubbed the bridge of her nose "She got to close to close to the water and the tide came in..."
*Aaaahhhhh! MAX! I'm feeling things.*
"This is very sad. Can you resurrect, question?"
*I'm in a mood rn so ill be a downer*
"I can't resurrect, I don't know how" she said and smiled sadly
Q'ilbrith looks up, determined. "Krathian's patron/mentor is knowledge collector, I will request necessary knowledge. And if he does not have answer, then we will go to the underworld and carry up her soul from there."
"your nice but you don't have too, it was my fault for letting her go out"
"I know I do not have to, I decide to. If I did not want to, I would not have mentioned the idea."
*Is this ok with you? I don't wanna railroad your character...*
*No no! Its quite fine. Been wanting to do another soul recovery*
"thats very kind of you.. Thank you" she said and smiled, standing up
*Yay*
"I will talk to Krathian. On a side note, however, did you know Caleb is an orphan? Me and Krathian talked with him. Just something to think about..." He makes his best attempt to look like he's standing up (which is difficult, because he's essentially a head with eight legs) "Come with me if you like, its always exciting when Krathian talks to the patron/mentor." He wiggles with glee and flop/scoots his way back down the stairs.
"I didn't know that but I would feel bad if I took him in, he looks happy here" she said and followed him. "and I will join you"
"Very good, very good!" Q'ilbrith hops and claps his tentacles. When they get downstairs, they see Krathian sitting at a table near Caleb, his face covered in soot from an explosion. It looks as if someone dropped a match in his beer. "On second thought, perhaps I should perform the summoning"
Krathian buts in on the psychic channel, "What summoning?"
Q'ilbrith does the psionic equivalent of an eye-roll "We are resurrecting Allison's child, and require the patron/mentor's help."
"Who's Allison?" Then he sees her and Krathian seems a bit flustered, he wipes the soot off his face, which doesn't help much as the skin underneath is beet red. "Oh, Hi." he chuckles nervously and waves at Allison and Q'ilbrith.
She chuckles, a light blush dusting her pale cheeks "hi there". She walks over and looks to see if he isn't burned "what happened to you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A person walks in. They wear a thick leather hood and black cloth cloak. They were a stitched burlap mask over their face. Prices of ice crust around their hands and feet everywhere they step but when they enter the tavern it stops. His left leg seems to be see through and fazes in and out. They wear thick leather boots and dark brown pants that seemed really old and worn out. The ice on his fingers shimmer, how is this guy not dead! He looks like he should have hypothermia!
*CAST FIREBALL*
*it'll warm them up in an instant*
Bunker waves there, "Uh, hey. You alright there?"
He nods and takes off his cloak, setting it on a chair. He wears a brown work coat under and a flannel shirt under that. Even though he is inside the warmth of the tavern, the first on his fingers and clothes don't go away. One of his hands starts fazing as well as his leg as he sits down.
Bunker looks a bit worried, "Do you have frostbite?"
"I do but its incurable I'm afraid" he said and flexed his hand
(if bunker is in a 5 ft radius, she feels chilled or cold)
Bunker lets out a small shiver, "I can see that."
"anyways, who are you miss?" He asked and fixed himself at a table
*Jim the bugbear is literally always free. Or are you referring to people, in which case, Steve/Buckets is also free.*
Zetan, a leonin with a canine like jaw, walks over to Jim, carefully examining them
'Y-yes? Mr Lion? What can I do for ye?" Jim seems nervous under the scrutiny of a fearsome sentient bipedal supremely-predatorial feline. I wonder why...
"You can buy me a drink. Then, we talk"
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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)
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Bunker looks a bit worried, "Do you have frostbite?"
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
Caleb gives a small nod, "O-ok"
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
Jackson nods and chuckles as well. He doesn't seem to take off the mask but the drink is gone.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Whos currently free?*
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)
*Yay*
"I will talk to Krathian. On a side note, however, did you know Caleb is an orphan? Me and Krathian talked with him. Just something to think about..." He makes his best attempt to look like he's standing up (which is difficult, because he's essentially a head with eight legs) "Come with me if you like, its always exciting when Krathian talks to the patron/mentor." He wiggles with glee and flop/scoots his way back down the stairs.
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 do but its incurable I'm afraid" he said and flexed his hand
(if bunker is in a 5 ft radius, she feels chilled or cold)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Jim the bugbear is literally always free. Or are you referring to people, in which case, Steve/Buckets is also free.*
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"
*Issac*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I didn't know that but I would feel bad if I took him in, he looks happy here" she said and followed him. "and I will join you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Krathian tosses him a wink, and snaps his fingers. They begin smoking. Krathian looks at his hand nervously after smelling the smoke, and frantically starts shaking it. He eventually tries to douse it by sticking it in his beer. Krathian's face is covered with soot now.
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"
*Yes. Yes i am*
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
Bunker lets out a small shiver, "I can see that."
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
This causes caleb to laugh a bit
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
Zetan, a leonin with a canine like jaw, walks over to Jim, carefully examining them
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)
"anyways, who are you miss?" He asked and fixed himself at a table
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Very good, very good!" Q'ilbrith hops and claps his tentacles. When they get downstairs, they see Krathian sitting at a table near Caleb, his face covered in soot from an explosion. It looks as if someone dropped a match in his beer. "On second thought, perhaps I should perform the summoning"
Krathian buts in on the psychic channel, "What summoning?"
Q'ilbrith does the psionic equivalent of an eye-roll "We are resurrecting Allison's child, and require the patron/mentor's help."
"Who's Allison?" Then he sees her and Krathian seems a bit flustered, he wipes the soot off his face, which doesn't help much as the skin underneath is beet red. "Oh, Hi." he chuckles nervously and waves at Allison and Q'ilbrith.
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"
'Y-yes? Mr Lion? What can I do for ye?" Jim seems nervous under the scrutiny of a fearsome sentient bipedal supremely-predatorial feline. I wonder why...
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"
She chuckles, a light blush dusting her pale cheeks "hi there". She walks over and looks to see if he isn't burned "what happened to you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'm bunker. Can i get you anything? Hot cocoa?"
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
"You can buy me a drink. Then, we talk"
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)