"Oh, NO YOU DON"T! Get back here! You're the one who wanted a piece of me! You're gonna pay for that decision!"
He readies his crossbow again and fires twice.
16 to hit, 7 damage
11 to hit, 9 damage
It cries in pain
*Is Casmir flying?*
*No, he's still on the ground.*
Being thoroughly satisfied with the punishment. "Good! Not stay away as I collect this shipment." He looked to the shipment. "If any of you are mimics as well, I'll do worse to you than what I did to that one! YOU HEAR ME!?!"
*I just love the image of him yelling at crates like that.*
None of the other crates are mimics. It appears that the one mimic saw the crates sitting there and thought it had found friends or food. It didn't matter to the mimic especially because there wasn't a difference to it.
Keeping a steady eye on the mimic to make sure it didn't try anything funny, he collected the shipments and put them into the bag.
The crates are easily opened from the top. Once unloaded, the provisions fill the bag to the brim. They consist of simple, potable rations (hard pretzels, sauerkraut, collard greens, and bacon make up most of the rations.) As well as several barrels of rum, ale, vinegar, and grog.
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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.
"Oh, NO YOU DON"T! Get back here! You're the one who wanted a piece of me! You're gonna pay for that decision!"
He readies his crossbow again and fires twice.
16 to hit, 7 damage
11 to hit, 9 damage
It cries in pain
*Is Casmir flying?*
*No, he's still on the ground.*
Being thoroughly satisfied with the punishment. "Good! Not stay away as I collect this shipment." He looked to the shipment. "If any of you are mimics as well, I'll do worse to you than what I did to that one! YOU HEAR ME!?!"
*I just love the image of him yelling at crates like that.*
None of the other crates are mimics. It appears that the one mimic saw the crates sitting there and thought it had found friends or food. It didn't matter to the mimic especially because there wasn't a difference to it.
Keeping a steady eye on the mimic to make sure it didn't try anything funny, he collected the shipments and put them into the bag.
The crates are easily opened from the top. Once unloaded, the provisions fill the bag to the brim. They consist of simple, potable rations (hard pretzels, sauerkraut, collard greens, and bacon make up most of the rations.) As well as several barrels of rum, ale, vinegar, and grog.
After collecting everything in the bag, Casmir walks over to the mimic if it is still on the ground.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Oh, NO YOU DON"T! Get back here! You're the one who wanted a piece of me! You're gonna pay for that decision!"
He readies his crossbow again and fires twice.
16 to hit, 7 damage
11 to hit, 9 damage
It cries in pain
*Is Casmir flying?*
*No, he's still on the ground.*
Being thoroughly satisfied with the punishment. "Good! Not stay away as I collect this shipment." He looked to the shipment. "If any of you are mimics as well, I'll do worse to you than what I did to that one! YOU HEAR ME!?!"
*I just love the image of him yelling at crates like that.*
None of the other crates are mimics. It appears that the one mimic saw the crates sitting there and thought it had found friends or food. It didn't matter to the mimic especially because there wasn't a difference to it.
Keeping a steady eye on the mimic to make sure it didn't try anything funny, he collected the shipments and put them into the bag.
The crates are easily opened from the top. Once unloaded, the provisions fill the bag to the brim. They consist of simple, potable rations (hard pretzels, sauerkraut, collard greens, and bacon make up most of the rations.) As well as several barrels of rum, ale, vinegar, and grog.
After collecting everything in the bag, Casmir walks over to the mimic if it is still on the ground.
It rolled away down the hill while he was loading rations
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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.
"Oh, NO YOU DON"T! Get back here! You're the one who wanted a piece of me! You're gonna pay for that decision!"
He readies his crossbow again and fires twice.
16 to hit, 7 damage
11 to hit, 9 damage
It cries in pain
*Is Casmir flying?*
*No, he's still on the ground.*
Being thoroughly satisfied with the punishment. "Good! Not stay away as I collect this shipment." He looked to the shipment. "If any of you are mimics as well, I'll do worse to you than what I did to that one! YOU HEAR ME!?!"
*I just love the image of him yelling at crates like that.*
None of the other crates are mimics. It appears that the one mimic saw the crates sitting there and thought it had found friends or food. It didn't matter to the mimic especially because there wasn't a difference to it.
Keeping a steady eye on the mimic to make sure it didn't try anything funny, he collected the shipments and put them into the bag.
The crates are easily opened from the top. Once unloaded, the provisions fill the bag to the brim. They consist of simple, potable rations (hard pretzels, sauerkraut, collard greens, and bacon make up most of the rations.) As well as several barrels of rum, ale, vinegar, and grog.
After collecting everything in the bag, Casmir walks over to the mimic if it is still on the ground.
It rolled away down the hill while he was loading rations
"Hmph, oh well." He took off, heading back to the tavern and ship.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Oh, NO YOU DON"T! Get back here! You're the one who wanted a piece of me! You're gonna pay for that decision!"
He readies his crossbow again and fires twice.
16 to hit, 7 damage
11 to hit, 9 damage
It cries in pain
*Is Casmir flying?*
*No, he's still on the ground.*
Being thoroughly satisfied with the punishment. "Good! Not stay away as I collect this shipment." He looked to the shipment. "If any of you are mimics as well, I'll do worse to you than what I did to that one! YOU HEAR ME!?!"
*I just love the image of him yelling at crates like that.*
None of the other crates are mimics. It appears that the one mimic saw the crates sitting there and thought it had found friends or food. It didn't matter to the mimic especially because there wasn't a difference to it.
Keeping a steady eye on the mimic to make sure it didn't try anything funny, he collected the shipments and put them into the bag.
The crates are easily opened from the top. Once unloaded, the provisions fill the bag to the brim. They consist of simple, potable rations (hard pretzels, sauerkraut, collard greens, and bacon make up most of the rations.) As well as several barrels of rum, ale, vinegar, and grog.
After collecting everything in the bag, Casmir walks over to the mimic if it is still on the ground.
It rolled away down the hill while he was loading rations
"Hmph, oh well." He took off, heading back to the tavern and ship.
Alvin is waiting on the deck, talking to Tench. Tench is sitting on the edge of the top deck, swinging his legs over the edge. The loud sounds of the crew enjoying themselves come from belowdecks.
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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.
"Oh, NO YOU DON"T! Get back here! You're the one who wanted a piece of me! You're gonna pay for that decision!"
He readies his crossbow again and fires twice.
16 to hit, 7 damage
11 to hit, 9 damage
It cries in pain
*Is Casmir flying?*
*No, he's still on the ground.*
Being thoroughly satisfied with the punishment. "Good! Not stay away as I collect this shipment." He looked to the shipment. "If any of you are mimics as well, I'll do worse to you than what I did to that one! YOU HEAR ME!?!"
*I just love the image of him yelling at crates like that.*
None of the other crates are mimics. It appears that the one mimic saw the crates sitting there and thought it had found friends or food. It didn't matter to the mimic especially because there wasn't a difference to it.
Keeping a steady eye on the mimic to make sure it didn't try anything funny, he collected the shipments and put them into the bag.
The crates are easily opened from the top. Once unloaded, the provisions fill the bag to the brim. They consist of simple, potable rations (hard pretzels, sauerkraut, collard greens, and bacon make up most of the rations.) As well as several barrels of rum, ale, vinegar, and grog.
After collecting everything in the bag, Casmir walks over to the mimic if it is still on the ground.
It rolled away down the hill while he was loading rations
"Hmph, oh well." He took off, heading back to the tavern and ship.
Alvin is waiting on the deck, talking to Tench. Tench is sitting on the edge of the top deck, swinging his legs over the edge. The loud sounds of the crew enjoying themselves come from belowdecks.
Casmir lands on the deck with a big smile next to them. "Got the shipment!" He held up the bag.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Oh, NO YOU DON"T! Get back here! You're the one who wanted a piece of me! You're gonna pay for that decision!"
He readies his crossbow again and fires twice.
16 to hit, 7 damage
11 to hit, 9 damage
It cries in pain
*Is Casmir flying?*
*No, he's still on the ground.*
Being thoroughly satisfied with the punishment. "Good! Not stay away as I collect this shipment." He looked to the shipment. "If any of you are mimics as well, I'll do worse to you than what I did to that one! YOU HEAR ME!?!"
*I just love the image of him yelling at crates like that.*
None of the other crates are mimics. It appears that the one mimic saw the crates sitting there and thought it had found friends or food. It didn't matter to the mimic especially because there wasn't a difference to it.
Keeping a steady eye on the mimic to make sure it didn't try anything funny, he collected the shipments and put them into the bag.
The crates are easily opened from the top. Once unloaded, the provisions fill the bag to the brim. They consist of simple, potable rations (hard pretzels, sauerkraut, collard greens, and bacon make up most of the rations.) As well as several barrels of rum, ale, vinegar, and grog.
After collecting everything in the bag, Casmir walks over to the mimic if it is still on the ground.
It rolled away down the hill while he was loading rations
"Hmph, oh well." He took off, heading back to the tavern and ship.
Alvin is waiting on the deck, talking to Tench. Tench is sitting on the edge of the top deck, swinging his legs over the edge. The loud sounds of the crew enjoying themselves come from belowdecks.
Casmir lands on the deck with a big smile next to them. "Got the shipment!" He held up the bag.
Alvin thanks him for his work and takes the bag below to yell at someone to offload the supplies.
Krathian tosses Casmir a small pouch and invites him to sit next to him
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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.
"Oh, NO YOU DON"T! Get back here! You're the one who wanted a piece of me! You're gonna pay for that decision!"
He readies his crossbow again and fires twice.
16 to hit, 7 damage
11 to hit, 9 damage
It cries in pain
*Is Casmir flying?*
*No, he's still on the ground.*
Being thoroughly satisfied with the punishment. "Good! Not stay away as I collect this shipment." He looked to the shipment. "If any of you are mimics as well, I'll do worse to you than what I did to that one! YOU HEAR ME!?!"
*I just love the image of him yelling at crates like that.*
None of the other crates are mimics. It appears that the one mimic saw the crates sitting there and thought it had found friends or food. It didn't matter to the mimic especially because there wasn't a difference to it.
Keeping a steady eye on the mimic to make sure it didn't try anything funny, he collected the shipments and put them into the bag.
The crates are easily opened from the top. Once unloaded, the provisions fill the bag to the brim. They consist of simple, potable rations (hard pretzels, sauerkraut, collard greens, and bacon make up most of the rations.) As well as several barrels of rum, ale, vinegar, and grog.
After collecting everything in the bag, Casmir walks over to the mimic if it is still on the ground.
It rolled away down the hill while he was loading rations
"Hmph, oh well." He took off, heading back to the tavern and ship.
Alvin is waiting on the deck, talking to Tench. Tench is sitting on the edge of the top deck, swinging his legs over the edge. The loud sounds of the crew enjoying themselves come from belowdecks.
Casmir lands on the deck with a big smile next to them. "Got the shipment!" He held up the bag.
Alvin thanks him for his work and takes the bag below to yell at someone to offload the supplies.
Krathian tosses Casmir a small pouch and invites him to sit next to him
*Dangit, I meant Tench*
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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.
"Oh, NO YOU DON"T! Get back here! You're the one who wanted a piece of me! You're gonna pay for that decision!"
He readies his crossbow again and fires twice.
16 to hit, 7 damage
11 to hit, 9 damage
It cries in pain
*Is Casmir flying?*
*No, he's still on the ground.*
Being thoroughly satisfied with the punishment. "Good! Not stay away as I collect this shipment." He looked to the shipment. "If any of you are mimics as well, I'll do worse to you than what I did to that one! YOU HEAR ME!?!"
*I just love the image of him yelling at crates like that.*
None of the other crates are mimics. It appears that the one mimic saw the crates sitting there and thought it had found friends or food. It didn't matter to the mimic especially because there wasn't a difference to it.
Keeping a steady eye on the mimic to make sure it didn't try anything funny, he collected the shipments and put them into the bag.
The crates are easily opened from the top. Once unloaded, the provisions fill the bag to the brim. They consist of simple, potable rations (hard pretzels, sauerkraut, collard greens, and bacon make up most of the rations.) As well as several barrels of rum, ale, vinegar, and grog.
After collecting everything in the bag, Casmir walks over to the mimic if it is still on the ground.
It rolled away down the hill while he was loading rations
"Hmph, oh well." He took off, heading back to the tavern and ship.
Alvin is waiting on the deck, talking to Tench. Tench is sitting on the edge of the top deck, swinging his legs over the edge. The loud sounds of the crew enjoying themselves come from belowdecks.
Casmir lands on the deck with a big smile next to them. "Got the shipment!" He held up the bag.
Alvin thanks him for his work and takes the bag below to yell at someone to offload the supplies.
Krathian tosses Casmir a small pouch and invites him to sit next to him
*Krathian?!?! When did he get here?*
*Lol, I know you meant Tench.*
Casmir takes the seat next to him, putting the pouch in a pocket, planning to open it later.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is sitting at the Tavern with a giant map of Waterdeep's defenses
*Wait, Krathian is in The Backbone?!*
*you hear me laughing over here for the insuring chaos*
*Hehe, no I meant Tench. Sorry...*
*Lol, it's cool.*
Casmir strides up next to him. "What'chu lookin at, Captian Tench?"
"Invasion plans," he says simply, taking a swig of his rum
"Cool! What for? That sounds stupid, let me rephrase that. What are you invading, and what is your target, also,couldIjoin?" He said the last part quickly, sounding a tiny bit nervous.
"First stop on th' tour of the Macleaver's Revenge, Waterdeep. Me old crew was slaughtered there several years ago, I want payback." he swigs his rum again. "Didje know that the city was founded by pirates, well it'll belong ta pirates once again. If ye want t' join the crew, just say the word."
He seemed very interested at the city being founded by pirates fact, then did a double take. "Wait, what, you'll let me join just like that?"
"If ye turn out not ta be trustworthy, I have plenty o' trustworthy crewmates who'd sooner shoot ye down than join yer antics." He takes another draught "I'm not worried, if ye turn out ta be trustworthy an' valuable, then I gain a trustworthy an' valuable crew member." he sets down his bottle. "Point is, fer me it's a win-win."
"Well, in that case..." He straightens up a bit. "What's first, Captain?"
"Go talk to Alvin on deck, he'll assign you quarters and duties. Unless, of course, you have any specialties you'd like to tell me personally about."
Ravoskan says " Tench I want to join"
Krathian rubs his forehead. "Alright, jack, what do ye do?"
Krathian is sitting at the Tavern with a giant map of Waterdeep's defenses
*Wait, Krathian is in The Backbone?!*
*you hear me laughing over here for the insuring chaos*
*Hehe, no I meant Tench. Sorry...*
*Lol, it's cool.*
Casmir strides up next to him. "What'chu lookin at, Captian Tench?"
"Invasion plans," he says simply, taking a swig of his rum
"Cool! What for? That sounds stupid, let me rephrase that. What are you invading, and what is your target, also,couldIjoin?" He said the last part quickly, sounding a tiny bit nervous.
"First stop on th' tour of the Macleaver's Revenge, Waterdeep. Me old crew was slaughtered there several years ago, I want payback." he swigs his rum again. "Didje know that the city was founded by pirates, well it'll belong ta pirates once again. If ye want t' join the crew, just say the word."
He seemed very interested at the city being founded by pirates fact, then did a double take. "Wait, what, you'll let me join just like that?"
"If ye turn out not ta be trustworthy, I have plenty o' trustworthy crewmates who'd sooner shoot ye down than join yer antics." He takes another draught "I'm not worried, if ye turn out ta be trustworthy an' valuable, then I gain a trustworthy an' valuable crew member." he sets down his bottle. "Point is, fer me it's a win-win."
"Well, in that case..." He straightens up a bit. "What's first, Captain?"
"Go talk to Alvin on deck, he'll assign you quarters and duties. Unless, of course, you have any specialties you'd like to tell me personally about."
Ravoskan says " Tench I want to join"
Krathian rubs his forehead. "Alright, jack, what do ye do?"
"Huh?"
"What's yer specialties, what are ye good at?"
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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.
Krathian is sitting at the Tavern with a giant map of Waterdeep's defenses
*Wait, Krathian is in The Backbone?!*
*you hear me laughing over here for the insuring chaos*
*Hehe, no I meant Tench. Sorry...*
*Lol, it's cool.*
Casmir strides up next to him. "What'chu lookin at, Captian Tench?"
"Invasion plans," he says simply, taking a swig of his rum
"Cool! What for? That sounds stupid, let me rephrase that. What are you invading, and what is your target, also,couldIjoin?" He said the last part quickly, sounding a tiny bit nervous.
"First stop on th' tour of the Macleaver's Revenge, Waterdeep. Me old crew was slaughtered there several years ago, I want payback." he swigs his rum again. "Didje know that the city was founded by pirates, well it'll belong ta pirates once again. If ye want t' join the crew, just say the word."
He seemed very interested at the city being founded by pirates fact, then did a double take. "Wait, what, you'll let me join just like that?"
"If ye turn out not ta be trustworthy, I have plenty o' trustworthy crewmates who'd sooner shoot ye down than join yer antics." He takes another draught "I'm not worried, if ye turn out ta be trustworthy an' valuable, then I gain a trustworthy an' valuable crew member." he sets down his bottle. "Point is, fer me it's a win-win."
"Well, in that case..." He straightens up a bit. "What's first, Captain?"
"Go talk to Alvin on deck, he'll assign you quarters and duties. Unless, of course, you have any specialties you'd like to tell me personally about."
Ravoskan says " Tench I want to join"
Krathian rubs his forehead. "Alright, jack, what do ye do?"
The crates are easily opened from the top. Once unloaded, the provisions fill the bag to the brim. They consist of simple, potable rations (hard pretzels, sauerkraut, collard greens, and bacon make up most of the rations.) As well as several barrels of rum, ale, vinegar, and grog.
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"
After collecting everything in the bag, Casmir walks over to the mimic if it is still on the ground.
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.
It rolled away down the hill while he was loading rations
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"
"Hmph, oh well." He took off, heading back to the tavern and ship.
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.
Alvin is waiting on the deck, talking to Tench. Tench is sitting on the edge of the top deck, swinging his legs over the edge. The loud sounds of the crew enjoying themselves come from belowdecks.
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"
Casmir lands on the deck with a big smile next to them. "Got the shipment!" He held up the bag.
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.
Alvin thanks him for his work and takes the bag below to yell at someone to offload the supplies.
Krathian tosses Casmir a small pouch and invites him to sit next to him
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"
*Dangit, I meant 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"
*Krathian?!?! When did he get here?*
*Lol, I know you meant Tench.*
Casmir takes the seat next to him, putting the pouch in a pocket, planning to open it later.
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.
"Huh?"
Ain’t nuttiness Berta than sum good ole jambalaya
Ravoskan walks to Honey kisses her on the cheek then sits down next to her.
Ain’t nuttiness Berta than sum good ole jambalaya
When he kisses her, she punches him right in the nose.
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.
"God d*** it girl! Way to pack a punch!" Ravoskan says holding his nose
Ain’t nuttiness Berta than sum good ole jambalaya
"What's yer specialties, what are ye good at?"
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"
Killing bandits for nobles
Ain’t nuttiness Berta than sum good ole jambalaya
HelLo
Hi
Ain’t nuttiness Berta than sum good ole jambalaya
Elise is sitting at a table by herself
Kyaru, and his Tiefling bro, Bloodfang, were discussing politics of their reigion
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 is asleep outside in the snow.
Angie is singing on stage in town.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]