*Now begins my obsession with Africa by Toto. Help*
Tirree has finished her tea and found a nice corner to sit in as she digs through her bag.
Sharlene is walking around, mostly drunk and bored.
*Who wants a random kobold fact?*
*Sure*
*A kobolds gender can change, depending on what the tribe needs, just like a clownfish. :)*
*I remember reading that. How about this, does anyone know the origin of the word?*
*Depends on the world*
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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 Characters (Outdated)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"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
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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.
*Now begins my obsession with Africa by Toto. Help*
Tirree has finished her tea and found a nice corner to sit in as she digs through her bag.
Sharlene is walking around, mostly drunk and bored.
*Who wants a random kobold fact?*
*Sure*
*A kobolds gender can change, depending on what the tribe needs, just like a clownfish. :)*
*I remember reading that. How about this, does anyone know the origin of the word?*
*Depends on the world*
*Nope, i mean irl*
*real life sucks. And that depends on personal opinion*
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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"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at 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)
*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
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at them."
"Nobody's s'posed ta know he's a beholder. It's a very big secret"
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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
"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
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at them."
"Nobody's s'posed ta know he's a beholder. It's a very big secret"
"Ah. I see. Well, seems youve gotten lucky
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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"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at them."
"Nobody's s'posed ta know he's a beholder. It's a very big secret"
"Ah. I see. Well, seems youve gotten lucky
"Seems I have, but I s'pose he'll find me either way."
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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
"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
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at them."
"Nobody's s'posed ta know he's a beholder. It's a very big secret"
"Ah. I see. Well, seems youve gotten lucky
"Seems I have, but I s'pose he'll find me either way."
"Eh, youre still pretty safe just being here. Are you aware of the blessing?"
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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"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at them."
"Nobody's s'posed ta know he's a beholder. It's a very big secret"
"Ah. I see. Well, seems youve gotten lucky
"Seems I have, but I s'pose he'll find me either way."
"Eh, youre still pretty safe just being here. Are you aware of the blessing?"
"What blessing?"
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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
"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
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at them."
"Nobody's s'posed ta know he's a beholder. It's a very big secret"
"Ah. I see. Well, seems youve gotten lucky
"Seems I have, but I s'pose he'll find me either way."
"Eh, youre still pretty safe just being here. Are you aware of the blessing?"
"What blessing?"
"This tavern has a blessing of safety by a goddess."
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*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
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at them."
"Nobody's s'posed ta know he's a beholder. It's a very big secret"
"Ah. I see. Well, seems youve gotten lucky
"Seems I have, but I s'pose he'll find me either way."
"Eh, youre still pretty safe just being here. Are you aware of the blessing?"
"What blessing?"
"This tavern has a blessing of safety by a goddess."
"Whew, well s'long as Xanathar don' get rid o' her, then I'm good."
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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
"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
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at them."
"Nobody's s'posed ta know he's a beholder. It's a very big secret"
"Ah. I see. Well, seems youve gotten lucky
"Seems I have, but I s'pose he'll find me either way."
"Eh, youre still pretty safe just being here. Are you aware of the blessing?"
"What blessing?"
"This tavern has a blessing of safety by a goddess."
"Whew, well s'long as Xanathar don' get rid o' her, then I'm good."
"Would you like an.... Example of what it does?"
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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"
"Wheres the fear coming from? The fur? The fangs?" He smiles. His fangs more similar to a dog than a lion
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at them."
"Nobody's s'posed ta know he's a beholder. It's a very big secret"
"Ah. I see. Well, seems youve gotten lucky
"Seems I have, but I s'pose he'll find me either way."
"Eh, youre still pretty safe just being here. Are you aware of the blessing?"
"What blessing?"
"This tavern has a blessing of safety by a goddess."
"Whew, well s'long as Xanathar don' get rid o' her, then I'm good."
"Would you like an.... Example of what it does?"
He shrugs, "Sure"
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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
"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
"So many places..." Jim mutters wearily under his breath, but says aloud "A bit o' it all, beggin' yer pardon" He sounds like if Sam Gamgee were a cockney bugbear
"Well, no worries. I wouldnt stab or bite someone for no reasons. Where do you come from?"
"Waterdeep, Neverwinter, the Starmetal Hills, Phandalin, gosh there ain't many places on the coast I ain't come and gone, sir." He counts the places off on his fingers
"You are..... From the sword coast? Do you know where you are currently?"
Jim takes a swig of his rum with his cigar still in his mouth. "nnnnNNNOPE. I just remember running down a street in the snow from a gazer and hiding in here. I've been here ever since."
"Well, youve travelled to the world of Lesta"
"Ehh? Where's that, an' how in Xanathar's eye did I get here?"
"Its on a seperate world. You probably ran into a portal or something. Whats your name?"
"They call me Jim the Pick," he says absentmindedly, scratching his head beneath his flat-cap
"Hm.... Got anything that could be useful to me?"
"'Fraid not, I worked for the Xanathar guild for a couple o' years, but I found out what he was. He tried ta kill me, instead he only managed ta scramble me brains." He looks up at the Leonin happily, "Ya know, I don' think anybody's asked me my name since that happened, what's yer's mister?" he asks, emphatically shaking the leonin's hand
"Zetan. Zetan Strikepride."
"Nice ter meet ya Mr. Strikepride, where d'ye come from?"
"Rockdawn. Sogel."
"Isn' that the sanctuary plane? or is that somewhere else.."
"Sanctuary plane? No. Its a world of chaos magic" *Its not that Sogel is the safe place, theres just a safe place on Sogel. The safehouse, run by Shardia, in the emerald woods*
Jim laughs nervously, "Sounds terrifying... all that magic... flattering about ...." he shudders. "How do ye live there?"
"The magics tend to cancel each other out. Dangerous magic is balanced by safety magics"
"Safe magic ... I don't believe it."
He shrugs "You dont have to if you dont want to. Now..... What did you do under Xanathar?"
"Hunted food," he smiles faintly, "Yes, I was quite good at it actually, and I would bring it ta his servants. Occasionally he would have me kidnap a spellcaster, all for the good of the town o' course, considerin' the danger magic posed ta the city."
"Hm.... Interesting........"
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at them."
"Nobody's s'posed ta know he's a beholder. It's a very big secret"
"Ah. I see. Well, seems youve gotten lucky
"Seems I have, but I s'pose he'll find me either way."
"Eh, youre still pretty safe just being here. Are you aware of the blessing?"
"What blessing?"
"This tavern has a blessing of safety by a goddess."
"Whew, well s'long as Xanathar don' get rid o' her, then I'm good."
"Would you like an.... Example of what it does?"
He shrugs, "Sure"
He smiles and attempts to bite them: 8 to hit. All damage is nullified by tavern blessing
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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)
He screams and falls over the back of his stool when he does that "AAAGH! Why?!?!?"
"Notice how you arent hurt? Thats the blessing at work"
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*Depends on the world*
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)
"Indeed. Well one day, I went inta th' kitchen where I brought me kills usually, an' there was the Xanathar, all floatin' an' yellin' at th' chef. Well, he had one look at me an' nearly blasted me brains out. He missed but still managed ta scramble 'em. That's when I ran."
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"
*Nope, i mean irl*
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"
*Kobold eggs are extremely resilient, one could break, and there's a good chance the embryo won't be damaged.*
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.
*real life sucks. And that depends on personal opinion*
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)
"So... You angered the kingpin by looking at 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)
"Nobody's s'posed ta know he's a beholder. It's a very big secret"
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"
"Ah. I see. Well, seems youve gotten lucky
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)
*Ok (shrugs)*
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"
"Seems I have, but I s'pose he'll find me either way."
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"
"Eh, youre still pretty safe just being here. Are you aware of the blessing?"
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!
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"What blessing?"
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"
"This tavern has a blessing of safety by a goddess."
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)
"Whew, well s'long as Xanathar don' get rid o' her, then I'm good."
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"
"Would you like an.... Example of what it does?"
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)
He shrugs, "Sure"
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 got fried chicken in the microwave*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
He smiles and attempts to bite them: 8 to hit. All damage is nullified by tavern blessing
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)
He screams and falls over the back of his stool when he does that "AAAGH! 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"
"Notice how you arent hurt? Thats the blessing at work"
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)