that made Raven happy too, Chirping in harmony to the kobold
The kobold enjoys this for a few minutes before they go silent and stretch
Raven felt funny. why did they suddenly care about this kobold? anyways, they go out to the nearest source of water, in this case a river, and cleans themself a little
The kobold once again follows, playing in the river while Raven cleans themself
they kept themself turned away from the kobold of unknown gender, in an attempt to not give any ideas as they go out of the water and dress again
After a couple moments of being submerged, the kobold comes out of the water, now holding a fish and also being soaking wet
Raven was dressed and ready to go have a drink. They go to the bar, motioning Kobo along
The kobold, who i have decided to give the name "Sik", follows along after placing the fish back in the river
Raven was seated at the bar, helping Sik up, and points to the tap of a weaker brew for themself, and motioned for Sik to point to their own drink
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
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
"I'm bunker. Can i get you anything? Hot cocoa?"
"sure, sounds good right now" he said, picking at the ice of his boots
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
that made Raven happy too, Chirping in harmony to the kobold
The kobold enjoys this for a few minutes before they go silent and stretch
Raven felt funny. why did they suddenly care about this kobold? anyways, they go out to the nearest source of water, in this case a river, and cleans themself a little
The kobold once again follows, playing in the river while Raven cleans themself
they kept themself turned away from the kobold of unknown gender, in an attempt to not give any ideas as they go out of the water and dress again
After a couple moments of being submerged, the kobold comes out of the water, now holding a fish and also being soaking wet
Raven was dressed and ready to go have a drink. They go to the bar, motioning Kobo along
The kobold, who i have decided to give the name "Sik", follows along after placing the fish back in the river
Raven was seated at the bar, helping Sik up, and points to the tap of a weaker brew for themself, and motioned for Sik to point to their own drink
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
"I'm bunker. Can i get you anything? Hot cocoa?"
"sure, sounds good right now" he said, picking at the ice of his boots
Bunker heads into the kitchen, returning with a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream
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
"I'm bunker. Can i get you anything? Hot cocoa?"
"sure, sounds good right now" he said, picking at the ice of his boots
Bunker heads into the kitchen, returning with a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream
He chuckles "you didn't have to add the whipped cream miss" he said and smiled under the mask
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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.
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?"
Krathian coughs "A little ... arcane mishap." He dusts off his hands, which seem red and mildly burned, but not too badly.
Q'ilbrith: (dryly) "His hand caught on fire and he stuck it in his beer."
Krathian: "How did you see that"
Q'ilbrith: "I can see through your eyes just as good as you can see through mine! That's why I'm your companion, not your familiar." It seems this has been a point of contention between the two for a while.
Krathian offers his hand to Allison "Hello, my name is Krathian Hedara, as you probably know by now," he chuckles nervously, "I assume you would like to see the summoning?"
Krathian is the very picture of a young professor, complete with the bags under his eyes. He has raven-black hair that sticks out at odd angles, and a well trimmed moustache. He looks about twenty at the oldest, but he's actually much older. (He experienced a lot of time fluctuation due to planar travel) He wears a trenchcoat and a plague-doctor's hat. Allison can just see what looks to be an eye shining from his left palm.
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
"I'm bunker. Can i get you anything? Hot cocoa?"
"sure, sounds good right now" he said, picking at the ice of his boots
Bunker heads into the kitchen, returning with a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream
He chuckles "you didn't have to add the whipped cream miss" he said and smiled under the mask
*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"
"O-ok sir." Jim puts down a couple silver on the counter, and orders a rum, "What would ye like mister?"
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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...
"You can buy me a drink. Then, we talk"
"O-ok sir." Jim puts down a couple silver on the counter, and orders a rum, "What would ye like mister?"
"Strongest thing you can afford." He polishes a dagger
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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)
Raven places enough GP to cover it, and makes a Squak to alert the barman/woman
Bunker, who is the only character who works at the bar i think, sets down their drinks and picks up the coins, "Thank you for being patient. Hope you have a good day"
Raven places enough GP to cover it, and makes a Squak to alert the barman/woman
Bunker, who is the only character who works at the bar i think, sets down their drinks and picks up the coins, "Thank you for being patient. Hope you have a good day"
Sik picks up the mug of coffee
*Theres also Malwyn.*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*Jim 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"
"O-ok sir." Jim puts down a couple silver on the counter, and orders a rum, "What would ye like mister?"
"Strongest thing you can afford." He polishes a dagger
"A scotch t-" he starts, his voice squeaky. He starts again, "A scotch too, please"
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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?"
Krathian coughs "A little ... arcane mishap."
Q'ilbrith: (dryly) "His hand caught on fire and he stuck it in his beer."
Krathian: "How did you see that"
Q'ilbrith: "I can see through your eyes just as good as you can see through mine! That's why I'm your companion, not your familiar." It seems this has been a point of contention between the two for a while.
Krathian offers his hand to Allison "Hello, my name is Krathian Hedara, as you probably know by now," he chuckles nervously, "I assume you would like to see the summoning?"
Krathian is the very picture of a young professor, complete with the bags under his eyes. He has raven-black hair that sticks out at odd angles, and a well trimmed moustache. He looks about twenty at the oldest, but he's actually much older. (He experienced a lot of time fluctuation due to planar travel) He wears a trenchcoat and a plague-doctor's hat. Allison can just see what looks to be an eye shining from his left palm.
she chuckles and shakes his hand. "well its nice to meet you! and sure, i swear this seems like too much trouble for you two, im so sorry"
-description for allison: 5'9 Female half-elf with light blue hair. Wears a lot of warm colors. studying Bard but writes her own music. Lute was a gift from her late husband. can play a range of instruments. -
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Raven places enough GP to cover it, and makes a Squak to alert the barman/woman
Bunker, who is the only character who works at the bar i think, sets down their drinks and picks up the coins, "Thank you for being patient. Hope you have a good day"
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
"I'm bunker. Can i get you anything? Hot cocoa?"
"sure, sounds good right now" he said, picking at the ice of his boots
Bunker heads into the kitchen, returning with a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream
He chuckles "you didn't have to add the whipped cream miss" he said and smiled under the mask
Bunker shrugs and smiles, "You need it hon"
He laughs to himself "well thank you anyways, that was kind"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*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"
"O-ok sir." Jim puts down a couple silver on the counter, and orders a rum, "What would ye like mister?"
"Strongest thing you can afford." He polishes a dagger
"A scotch t-" he starts, his voice squeaky. He starts again, "A scotch too, please"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
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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
"I'm bunker. Can i get you anything? Hot cocoa?"
"sure, sounds good right now" he said, picking at the ice of his boots
Bunker heads into the kitchen, returning with a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream
He chuckles "you didn't have to add the whipped cream miss" he said and smiled under the mask
Bunker shrugs and smiles, "You need it hon"
He laughs to himself "well thank you anyways, that was kind"
Raven places enough GP to cover it, and makes a Squak to alert the barman/woman
Bunker, who is the only character who works at the bar i think, sets down their drinks and picks up the coins, "Thank you for being patient. Hope you have a good day"
Sik picks up the mug of coffee
*Theres also Malwyn.*
*No clue who plays them :P*
*Bullethawk. Shes assumed to always be working and getting food and drinks that people order, cause BH cant be online much*
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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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Raven was seated at the bar, helping Sik up, and points to the tap of a weaker brew for themself, and motioned for Sik to point to their own drink
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Svarn and Elric were awake, but barely as they walk tiredly out of the rooms
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
"sure, sounds good right now" he said, picking at the ice of his boots
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They point to coffee
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 heads into the kitchen, returning with a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He chuckles "you didn't have to add the whipped cream miss" he said and smiled under the mask
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Krathian coughs "A little ... arcane mishap." He dusts off his hands, which seem red and mildly burned, but not too badly.
Q'ilbrith: (dryly) "His hand caught on fire and he stuck it in his beer."
Krathian: "How did you see that"
Q'ilbrith: "I can see through your eyes just as good as you can see through mine! That's why I'm your companion, not your familiar." It seems this has been a point of contention between the two for a while.
Krathian offers his hand to Allison "Hello, my name is Krathian Hedara, as you probably know by now," he chuckles nervously, "I assume you would like to see the summoning?"
Krathian is the very picture of a young professor, complete with the bags under his eyes. He has raven-black hair that sticks out at odd angles, and a well trimmed moustache. He looks about twenty at the oldest, but he's actually much older. (He experienced a lot of time fluctuation due to planar travel) He wears a trenchcoat and a plague-doctor's hat. Allison can just see what looks to be an eye shining from his left palm.
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"
Bunker shrugs and smiles, "You need it hon"
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
Raven places enough GP to cover it, and makes a Squak to alert the barman/woman
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
"O-ok sir." Jim puts down a couple silver on the counter, and orders a rum, "What would ye like mister?"
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"
"Strongest thing you can afford." He polishes a dagger
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)
Bunker, who is the only character who works at the bar i think, sets down their drinks and picks up the coins, "Thank you for being patient. Hope you have a good day"
Sik picks up the mug of coffee
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
*Theres also Malwyn.*
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 scotch t-" he starts, his voice squeaky. He starts again, "A scotch too, please"
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 and shakes his hand. "well its nice to meet you! and sure, i swear this seems like too much trouble for you two, im so sorry"
-description for allison: 5'9 Female half-elf with light blue hair. Wears a lot of warm colors. studying Bard but writes her own music. Lute was a gift from her late husband. can play a range of instruments. -
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*No clue who plays them :P*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He laughs to himself "well thank you anyways, that was kind"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
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)
"You're very welcome"
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
*Bullethawk. Shes assumed to always be working and getting food and drinks that people order, cause BH cant be online much*
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)