Tench shakes the now empty bottle as a change comes over his face at the question, with a somewhat maniacal grin he says “Ye’eurr righ’” he then starts scream-singing sea shanties. (Something about heading for the horn and rolling and going - it’s pretty slurred)
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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.
Tench crashes head over heels over a table. He then tries to spring into a fighting stance, trips over his feet, and falls again. (He’s legit that drunk) He gets up more slowly this time and draws his rapier, which crackles with yellow electricity down the length. He holds it in a relaxed regard, pointing it at the tiefling (think Jack Sparrow point) with his other hand he draws a pistol from the inside of his duster-jacket and holds it steadily (just how comfortable he is holding a gun, especially while drunk) Tench’s face, however, is not calm at all. “Whutlll yer prollem be mait?”
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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.
Tench crashes head over heels over a table. He then tries to spring into a fighting stance, trips over his feet, and falls again. (He’s legit that drunk) He gets up more slowly this time and draws his rapier, which crackles with yellow electricity down the length. He holds it in a relaxed regard, pointing it at the tiefling (think Jack Sparrow point) with his other hand he draws a pistol from the inside of his duster-jacket and holds it steadily (just how comfortable he is holding a gun, especially while drunk) Tench’s face, however, is not calm at all. “Whutlll yer prollem be mait?”
the demonlike warrior brings out a handaxe as they give in their grumpy and gruff manner, choking the axe up to the blade as he says "listen here, pal, it only should end one way. with you on the floor passed out and drunk as I make sure that the tavern owner keeps said tavern. you'll be lucky if all you get is a head wound or two, and maybe some cuts." his entire body is tense, stood in a primal stance as his eyes stare deep into Tench's.
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Tench looks at him for a moment, a scowl seemingly forming on his face. He tightens the choke on the axe and seems to have every intention of pulling the trigger on his pistol. However, what the tiefling said finally seems to pierce his inebriated ears. He laughs heartily. “What did ye think I ‘uz doin when ye walked in mate? Evry’un was stoned, I ‘uz jes joining the fun” His finger loosens on the trigger, but he doesn’t slack the choke. “Now yer endin’ o’ this engagement soun’s rather… unfavrabble. Has about we end this wi’ you an’ I sharin a pint eh? That way no ‘un has to go back to their room wi’ any smokin holes in ‘em.
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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.
"I doubt you'll get a shot off 'fore i cut your shooting hand off, eh?" He lets out a booking laugh as he puts his handsxe down, but not before walking forward and clasping a hand on his shoulder, whispering into the dull ears "my treat, Mon Ami"
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Kalon was awake, he was down in the town, hunting some soul who wronged him.
Wannabe was in a local bar, somewhat depressed and drunk.
Carrion is interrogating a criminal, holding him over a ledge.
Fenris is a raven, swooping high above the city
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Kalon waves to him, then stops then runs after him "Hey, are you crazy at all?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
the tiefling warrior is back, this time with a large elk
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Tench shakes the now empty bottle as a change comes over his face at the question, with a somewhat maniacal grin he says “Ye’eurr righ’” he then starts scream-singing sea shanties. (Something about heading for the horn and rolling and going - it’s pretty slurred)
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 looks over at trench, and goes to give a swing at the jaw
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
*just to clarify: he punches Tench?*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*yes, very hard*
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
*frick, ok didn’t see that coming *
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"
Tench crashes head over heels over a table. He then tries to spring into a fighting stance, trips over his feet, and falls again. (He’s legit that drunk) He gets up more slowly this time and draws his rapier, which crackles with yellow electricity down the length. He holds it in a relaxed regard, pointing it at the tiefling (think Jack Sparrow point) with his other hand he draws a pistol from the inside of his duster-jacket and holds it steadily (just how comfortable he is holding a gun, especially while drunk) Tench’s face, however, is not calm at all. “Whutlll yer prollem be mait?”
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"
*its his version of a love tap*
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
*ah. I’m laughing, Tench is not*
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"
*btw my phone is dying so I may have to get off soon*
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"
*ok I’m back*
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 demonlike warrior brings out a handaxe as they give in their grumpy and gruff manner, choking the axe up to the blade as he says "listen here, pal, it only should end one way. with you on the floor passed out and drunk as I make sure that the tavern owner keeps said tavern. you'll be lucky if all you get is a head wound or two, and maybe some cuts." his entire body is tense, stood in a primal stance as his eyes stare deep into Tench's.
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Tench looks at him for a moment, a scowl seemingly forming on his face. He tightens the choke on the axe and seems to have every intention of pulling the trigger on his pistol. However, what the tiefling said finally seems to pierce his inebriated ears. He laughs heartily. “What did ye think I ‘uz doin when ye walked in mate? Evry’un was stoned, I ‘uz jes joining the fun” His finger loosens on the trigger, but he doesn’t slack the choke. “Now yer endin’ o’ this engagement soun’s rather… unfavrabble. Has about we end this wi’ you an’ I sharin a pint eh? That way no ‘un has to go back to their room wi’ any smokin holes in ‘em.
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 doubt you'll get a shot off 'fore i cut your shooting hand off, eh?" He lets out a booking laugh as he puts his handsxe down, but not before walking forward and clasping a hand on his shoulder, whispering into the dull ears "my treat, Mon Ami"
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
“Thank’e’” says Tench, sheathing his rapier and walking towards the bar
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"
Kalon was awake, he was down in the town, hunting some soul who wronged him.
Wannabe was in a local bar, somewhat depressed and drunk.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Carrion is interrogating a criminal, holding him over a ledge.
Fenris is a raven, swooping high above the city
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
Jack wakes up on the floor with a headache.
Honey Blood comes down, surprised at the mess downstairs.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I guess someone is doing it for me" kalon muttered and loaded his sniper.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]