The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
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Turin is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
Nathan jumps at first, looking up at the shooter angrily, then calms his expression. He grins, setting down the tin he was feeding Ingoll. "Nice shot friend." He walks up to Lazarus dusting his hands. "What can I do for you."
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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.
Turin is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
Nathan jumps at first, looking up at the shooter angrily, then calms his expression. He grins, setting down the tin he was feeding Ingoll. "Nice shot friend." He walks up to Lazarus dusting his hands. "What can I do for you."
Lazarus seemed not to talk but rather instead pulled out another arrow and loaded it. He looked Nathan dead in the eye then handed him the bow. He gestured towards a tree about 200 ft from them
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Turin is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
Nathan jumps at first, looking up at the shooter angrily, then calms his expression. He grins, setting down the tin he was feeding Ingoll. "Nice shot friend." He walks up to Lazarus dusting his hands. "What can I do for you."
Lazarus seemed not to talk but rather instead pulled out another arrow and loaded it. He looked Nathan dead in the eye then handed him the bow. He gestured towards a tree about 200 ft from them
Nathan shrugged and drew up the bow, hitting the tree dead center.
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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.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
The little man nods and looks down at his tankard, now empty, "Well Hanumur, I'm gonna get me some more mead."
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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.
Turin is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
Nathan jumps at first, looking up at the shooter angrily, then calms his expression. He grins, setting down the tin he was feeding Ingoll. "Nice shot friend." He walks up to Lazarus dusting his hands. "What can I do for you."
Lazarus seemed not to talk but rather instead pulled out another arrow and loaded it. He looked Nathan dead in the eye then handed him the bow. He gestured towards a tree about 200 ft from them
Nathan shrugged and drew up the bow, hitting the tree dead center.
Lazarus chuckled a bit but no sound came out. He walked over to the tree and ripped out the arrow from its wooded hide.
Str 8
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
"And I need my energy in case I have to suddenly exert myself for some reason."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Turin is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
Nathan jumps at first, looking up at the shooter angrily, then calms his expression. He grins, setting down the tin he was feeding Ingoll. "Nice shot friend." He walks up to Lazarus dusting his hands. "What can I do for you."
Lazarus seemed not to talk but rather instead pulled out another arrow and loaded it. He looked Nathan dead in the eye then handed him the bow. He gestured towards a tree about 200 ft from them
Nathan shrugged and drew up the bow, hitting the tree dead center.
Lazarus chuckled a bit but no sound came out. He walked over to the tree and ripped out the arrow from its wooded hide.
Str 9
Nathan seems a bit confused, "Can I, ah, help you?"
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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.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
"And I need my energy in case I have to suddenly exert myself for some reason."
"I see..."
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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.
Turin is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
Nathan jumps at first, looking up at the shooter angrily, then calms his expression. He grins, setting down the tin he was feeding Ingoll. "Nice shot friend." He walks up to Lazarus dusting his hands. "What can I do for you."
Lazarus seemed not to talk but rather instead pulled out another arrow and loaded it. He looked Nathan dead in the eye then handed him the bow. He gestured towards a tree about 200 ft from them
Nathan shrugged and drew up the bow, hitting the tree dead center.
Lazarus chuckled a bit but no sound came out. He walked over to the tree and ripped out the arrow from its wooded hide.
Str 9
Nathan seems a bit confused, "Can I, ah, help you?"
Lazarus nods slightly, now realizing that the arrow had gone a good 7 inches into the wood. He patted the tree and sighed.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
"And I need my energy in case I have to suddenly exert myself for some reason."
"I see..."
"So, what is your name?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Turin is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
Nathan jumps at first, looking up at the shooter angrily, then calms his expression. He grins, setting down the tin he was feeding Ingoll. "Nice shot friend." He walks up to Lazarus dusting his hands. "What can I do for you."
Lazarus seemed not to talk but rather instead pulled out another arrow and loaded it. He looked Nathan dead in the eye then handed him the bow. He gestured towards a tree about 200 ft from them
Nathan shrugged and drew up the bow, hitting the tree dead center.
Lazarus chuckled a bit but no sound came out. He walked over to the tree and ripped out the arrow from its wooded hide.
Str 9
Nathan seems a bit confused, "Can I, ah, help you?"
Lazarus nods slightly, now realizing that the arrow had gone a good 7 inches into the wood. He patted the tree and sighed.
"What with?"
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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.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
"And I need my energy in case I have to suddenly exert myself for some reason."
"I see..."
"So, what is your name?"
They call me Johnny Moreen.
*The names Dalf ... GAN-dalf*
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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.
Turin is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
Nathan jumps at first, looking up at the shooter angrily, then calms his expression. He grins, setting down the tin he was feeding Ingoll. "Nice shot friend." He walks up to Lazarus dusting his hands. "What can I do for you."
Lazarus seemed not to talk but rather instead pulled out another arrow and loaded it. He looked Nathan dead in the eye then handed him the bow. He gestured towards a tree about 200 ft from them
Nathan shrugged and drew up the bow, hitting the tree dead center.
Lazarus chuckled a bit but no sound came out. He walked over to the tree and ripped out the arrow from its wooded hide.
Str 9
Nathan seems a bit confused, "Can I, ah, help you?"
Lazarus nods slightly, now realizing that the arrow had gone a good 7 inches into the wood. He patted the tree and sighed.
"What with?"
Lazarus makes a gesture as if he is pulling the arrow out of the trunk
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
"And I need my energy in case I have to suddenly exert myself for some reason."
"I see..."
"So, what is your name?"
They call me Johnny Moreen.
*The names Dalf ... GAN-dalf*
*pfffffft, you almost made me choke on my spit.*
"Who are 'they'?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Turin is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
Nathan jumps at first, looking up at the shooter angrily, then calms his expression. He grins, setting down the tin he was feeding Ingoll. "Nice shot friend." He walks up to Lazarus dusting his hands. "What can I do for you."
Lazarus seemed not to talk but rather instead pulled out another arrow and loaded it. He looked Nathan dead in the eye then handed him the bow. He gestured towards a tree about 200 ft from them
Nathan shrugged and drew up the bow, hitting the tree dead center.
Lazarus chuckled a bit but no sound came out. He walked over to the tree and ripped out the arrow from its wooded hide.
Str 9
Nathan seems a bit confused, "Can I, ah, help you?"
Lazarus nods slightly, now realizing that the arrow had gone a good 7 inches into the wood. He patted the tree and sighed.
"What with?"
Lazarus makes a gesture as if he is pulling the arrow out of the trunk
Nathan nods and helps him pull the arrow out of the tree
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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.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
"And I need my energy in case I have to suddenly exert myself for some reason."
"I see..."
"So, what is your name?"
They call me Johnny Moreen.
*The names Dalf ... GAN-dalf*
*pfffffft, you almost made me choke on my spit.*
"Who are 'they'?"
"Anyone who's missing valuables or friends from Victory Square Prebban in the last month."
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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.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
"And I need my energy in case I have to suddenly exert myself for some reason."
"I see..."
"So, what is your name?"
They call me Johnny Moreen.
*The names Dalf ... GAN-dalf*
*pfffffft, you almost made me choke on my spit.*
"Who are 'they'?"
"Anyone who's missing valuables or friends from Victory Square Prebban in the last month."
He looked at Johnny scrutinously. "You saying you're a thief?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Turin is scrutinizing the pockets of various tavern patrons
The little bearded man is talking to the Aasimar/Human
Lazarus walks outside and see's this. He pulls an arrow out of his quiver and loads it into his bow. The arrows gets fired and about two feet next to Nathan it lands.
Nathan jumps at first, looking up at the shooter angrily, then calms his expression. He grins, setting down the tin he was feeding Ingoll. "Nice shot friend." He walks up to Lazarus dusting his hands. "What can I do for you."
Lazarus seemed not to talk but rather instead pulled out another arrow and loaded it. He looked Nathan dead in the eye then handed him the bow. He gestured towards a tree about 200 ft from them
Nathan shrugged and drew up the bow, hitting the tree dead center.
Lazarus chuckled a bit but no sound came out. He walked over to the tree and ripped out the arrow from its wooded hide.
Str 9
Nathan seems a bit confused, "Can I, ah, help you?"
Lazarus nods slightly, now realizing that the arrow had gone a good 7 inches into the wood. He patted the tree and sighed.
"What with?"
Lazarus makes a gesture as if he is pulling the arrow out of the trunk
Nathan nods and helps him pull the arrow out of the tree
Lazarus nods and takes it back. Fitting a point back on to the pole.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
"And I need my energy in case I have to suddenly exert myself for some reason."
"I see..."
"So, what is your name?"
They call me Johnny Moreen.
*The names Dalf ... GAN-dalf*
*pfffffft, you almost made me choke on my spit.*
"Who are 'they'?"
"Anyone who's missing valuables or friends from Victory Square Prebban in the last month."
He looked at Johnny scrutinously. "You saying you're a thief?"
"I'm saying I like shinies and mischief," he shrugs
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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.
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
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.
Nathan jumps at first, looking up at the shooter angrily, then calms his expression. He grins, setting down the tin he was feeding Ingoll. "Nice shot friend." He walks up to Lazarus dusting his hands. "What can I do for you."
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"
Lazarus seemed not to talk but rather instead pulled out another arrow and loaded it. He looked Nathan dead in the eye then handed him the bow. He gestured towards a tree about 200 ft from them
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Nathan shrugged and drew up the bow, hitting the tree dead center.
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"
The little man nods and looks down at his tankard, now empty, "Well Hanumur, I'm gonna get me some more mead."
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"
Lazarus chuckled a bit but no sound came out. He walked over to the tree and ripped out the arrow from its wooded hide.
Str 8
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"And I need my energy in case I have to suddenly exert myself for some reason."
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.
Nathan seems a bit confused, "Can I, ah, help you?"
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 see..."
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"
Lazarus nods slightly, now realizing that the arrow had gone a good 7 inches into the wood. He patted the tree and sighed.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"So, what is your name?"
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.
"What with?"
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"
They call me Johnny Moreen.
*The names Dalf ... GAN-dalf*
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"
Lazarus makes a gesture as if he is pulling the arrow out of the trunk
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*pfffffft, you almost made me choke on my spit.*
"Who are 'they'?"
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.
Nathan nods and helps him pull the arrow out of the tree
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"
"Anyone who's missing valuables or friends from Victory Square Prebban in the last month."
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 looked at Johnny scrutinously. "You saying you're a thief?"
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.
Lazarus nods and takes it back. Fitting a point back on to the pole.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'm saying I like shinies and mischief," he 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"