Tench and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to '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.
Tench and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
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Tench and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
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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 and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
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Tench and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
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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 and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
"I think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Tench and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
"I think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
"That's the idea, the Blackstaff will get what's coming to her."
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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 and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
"I think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
"That's the idea, the Blackstaff will get what's coming to her."
"Blackstaff?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Tench and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
"I think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
"That's the idea, the Blackstaff will get what's coming to her."
"Blackstaff?"
"Head wizard of Waterdeep, scourge of invaders. I was nearly Imprisoned by that thrice-blasted sellwand."
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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.
so a Lizardfolk and a Tiefling walk into a bar. they both hit their forehead
*I've got one for you, why did Bloodfang call Tench a drunken bastardo? I'm sorry I was too late for that message lol. That looked like it was going to evolve into something very funny.*
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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 and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
"I think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
"That's the idea, the Blackstaff will get what's coming to her."
"Blackstaff?"
"Head wizard of Waterdeep, scourge of invaders. I was nearly Imprisoned by that thrice-blasted sellwand."
"Well, you'll definitely get your chance to imprison her this time." He got up and spread his arms and wings. "With a crew and ship like this, it's your destiny to be successful in your missions!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Tench and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
"I think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
"That's the idea, the Blackstaff will get what's coming to her."
"Blackstaff?"
"Head wizard of Waterdeep, scourge of invaders. I was nearly Imprisoned by that thrice-blasted sellwand."
"Well, you'll definitely get your chance to imprison her this time." He got up and spread his arms and wings. "With a crew and ship like this, it's your destiny to be successful in your missions!"
Krathian scoffs, "I stopped believin' in density long ago when I failed on me first attempt ta take Waterdeep. This is th' balancing of scales, this is something deeper than density. Revenge."
*Yes the density misspelling was intentional*
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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.
Wannabe was in town, he was doing backflips and receiving tips from passer-by's
Carrion is at the dock, interrogating a thug
*?*
*forgot to add wannabe*
*Please do*
Wannabe is down in town
Carrion walks up behind him and waits until he notices
As he is doing a backflip, he actually hits carrion with his left foot
Carrion grumbles
Wannabe see's him and fall's into a heap before standing up quickly and apologizing sixity times
Carrion smirks:"Really honey? "
" i m s o r r y"
"It's OK,jeez."
*sad wannabe face*
He smiles
Carrion grins a bit wider:"What are you doing backflipping out in the cold?"
"....cash" he said quietly
"Really? Money?, your very predictable."
"I want to get new weapons" he said with a smile "and to stay in the tavern a little longer..."
"You want new weapons? I can get you plenty of new weapons."
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I play characters at taverns.
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Tench and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
"I think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
"That's the idea, the Blackstaff will get what's coming to her."
"Blackstaff?"
"Head wizard of Waterdeep, scourge of invaders. I was nearly Imprisoned by that thrice-blasted sellwand."
"Well, you'll definitely get your chance to imprison her this time." He got up and spread his arms and wings. "With a crew and ship like this, it's your destiny to be successful in your missions!"
Krathian scoffs, "I stopped believin' in density long ago when I failed on me first attempt ta take Waterdeep. This is th' balancing of scales, this is something deeper than density. Revenge."
*Yes the density misspelling was intentional*
"Regardless, what I'm saying is I have the utmost confidence in your, and the crew's and ship's, abilities." He sat back down.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Tench and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
"I think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
"That's the idea, the Blackstaff will get what's coming to her."
"Blackstaff?"
"Head wizard of Waterdeep, scourge of invaders. I was nearly Imprisoned by that thrice-blasted sellwand."
"Well, you'll definitely get your chance to imprison her this time." He got up and spread his arms and wings. "With a crew and ship like this, it's your destiny to be successful in your missions!"
Krathian scoffs, "I stopped believin' in density long ago when I failed on me first attempt ta take Waterdeep. This is th' balancing of scales, this is something deeper than density. Revenge."
*Yes the density misspelling was intentional*
"Regardless, what I'm saying is I have the utmost confidence in your, and the crew's and ship's, abilities." He sat back down.
"As do I. I am especially confident in your abilities as well." He raises his bottle, "Heres to the great things you're sure to do, as part of MacCleaver's vengeful crew." the rest of the crew raises their tankards and says "Hear hear," before laughing and drinking deeply
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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 and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
"I think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
"That's the idea, the Blackstaff will get what's coming to her."
"Blackstaff?"
"Head wizard of Waterdeep, scourge of invaders. I was nearly Imprisoned by that thrice-blasted sellwand."
"Well, you'll definitely get your chance to imprison her this time." He got up and spread his arms and wings. "With a crew and ship like this, it's your destiny to be successful in your missions!"
Krathian scoffs, "I stopped believin' in density long ago when I failed on me first attempt ta take Waterdeep. This is th' balancing of scales, this is something deeper than density. Revenge."
*Yes the density misspelling was intentional*
"Regardless, what I'm saying is I have the utmost confidence in your, and the crew's and ship's, abilities." He sat back down.
"As do I. I am especially confident in your abilities as well." He raises his bottle, "Heres to the great things you're sure to do, as part of MacCleaver's vengeful crew." the rest of the crew raises their tankards and says "Hear hear," before laughing and drinking deeply
Casmir laughed with the crew, getting a bottle for himself to join the drinking.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Tench and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
"I think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
"That's the idea, the Blackstaff will get what's coming to her."
"Blackstaff?"
"Head wizard of Waterdeep, scourge of invaders. I was nearly Imprisoned by that thrice-blasted sellwand."
"Well, you'll definitely get your chance to imprison her this time." He got up and spread his arms and wings. "With a crew and ship like this, it's your destiny to be successful in your missions!"
Krathian scoffs, "I stopped believin' in density long ago when I failed on me first attempt ta take Waterdeep. This is th' balancing of scales, this is something deeper than density. Revenge."
*Yes the density misspelling was intentional*
"Regardless, what I'm saying is I have the utmost confidence in your, and the crew's and ship's, abilities." He sat back down.
"As do I. I am especially confident in your abilities as well." He raises his bottle, "Heres to the great things you're sure to do, as part of MacCleaver's vengeful crew." the rest of the crew raises their tankards and says "Hear hear," before laughing and drinking deeply
Casmir laughed with the crew, getting a bottle for himself to join the drinking.
Alvin walks in, and half the crew stops, wary of new orders or something, but all he does is glare at them and go to his room, upon which the merrymaking resumes.
Tench chuckles, "That's why he's first mate. He could silence a leviathan with a look, so that I don't have to threaten people meself."
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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 and the crew are rocking out to the Irish Pub Song
Alvin is in the corner looking grumpy
Casmir is with the crew.
There is almost like a little dance circle formed. Tench and a couple other crewmembers are dancing drunkenly in the middle. Periodically one of them swaps out for someone forming the circle.
Casmir watches, vibing to the song.
The band starts playing slower music and Tench goes to sit down. He raises his bottle and shouts "Here's ta money an' guns!" before taking a long draught and chucking the now empty bottle into the fireplace. He waves for Casmir to come sit at the table.
Casmir walks over, taking a seat. He looked quite content.
"Good te see ya lad, didje open th' pouch yet?"
"Not yet, I got a little distracted by the party. I'll open it now." He pulls out the pouch, starting to open it.
Inside is ten pp and a ring of water walking
"Should come in handy, no?"
*I have no idea what pp is.*
He tried on the ring. "Definitely, I suck at swimming."
*platinum pieces, Tench has a limited coffer of these to pay the crew for pre-launch jobs*
*Oh, okay*
"So where did Alvin put ye?"
"I think he's going with the nest idea for now, he said there wasn't anyone better to put there."
Tench laughs, "I'm inclined to agree with him." Tench looks out the window at the waning moon, and points at it with his cane "Next new moon we're shipping out, we'll take Waterdeep in th' dark. If ye need any light on that night friend," he grins and chuckles darkly, "Light a building on fire."
Casmir smiled. "Understood." He looked around at the other crew members. "Are there any other prominent crew members I should know or meet?"
"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to 'em."
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
"I think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
"That's the idea, the Blackstaff will get what's coming to her."
"Blackstaff?"
"Head wizard of Waterdeep, scourge of invaders. I was nearly Imprisoned by that thrice-blasted sellwand."
"Well, you'll definitely get your chance to imprison her this time." He got up and spread his arms and wings. "With a crew and ship like this, it's your destiny to be successful in your missions!"
Krathian scoffs, "I stopped believin' in density long ago when I failed on me first attempt ta take Waterdeep. This is th' balancing of scales, this is something deeper than density. Revenge."
*Yes the density misspelling was intentional*
"Regardless, what I'm saying is I have the utmost confidence in your, and the crew's and ship's, abilities." He sat back down.
"As do I. I am especially confident in your abilities as well." He raises his bottle, "Heres to the great things you're sure to do, as part of MacCleaver's vengeful crew." the rest of the crew raises their tankards and says "Hear hear," before laughing and drinking deeply
Casmir laughed with the crew, getting a bottle for himself to join the drinking.
Alvin walks in, and half the crew stops, wary of new orders or something, but all he does is glare at them and go to his room, upon which the merrymaking resumes.
Tench chuckles, "That's why he's first mate. He could silence a leviathan with a look, so that I don't have to threaten people meself."
"That is very... disturbing."
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"Yes," he points to a deep purple skinned mind flayer with yellow eyes wearing a tricorne, with a black octopus riding on its shoulder. "That's Thrtliqql and his familiar, Q'ithrilax. Also, ye'll need ta know Tordek." He points to a shirtless, muscular dwarf wearing a blindfold. "He's the quartermaster, go to him if ye need ammo, or if ye'd like ta try weapons with a bit more punch to '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"
"Alright." He makes a mental note of the people.
*Also, YAY! A Q'ilibrith reference, I assume.*
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.
"Watch out fer Thrtliqql, he's weaning himself off of humanoid brains, but he still has a ... hunger. He serves some alien god whose name I can't pronounce, that's where he got the familiar."
*Yes it's the same species!*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Ah, noted." His gaze turned to the ship's woodwork. "How long did it take for you to make this?"
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.
"Years," Tench says, looking fondly at the deck, "It started th' day I fled Waterdeep half alive. I poured all of my hidden funds into this ship, swearing my revenge. I think I'll get a nice return."
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 think you will, too. It'd take more than two ancient dragons to take this thing down."
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.
"That's the idea, the Blackstaff will get what's coming to her."
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"
"Blackstaff?"
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.
so a Lizardfolk and a Tiefling walk into a bar. they both hit their forehead
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
"Head wizard of Waterdeep, scourge of invaders. I was nearly Imprisoned by that thrice-blasted sellwand."
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've got one for you, why did Bloodfang call Tench a drunken bastardo? I'm sorry I was too late for that message lol. That looked like it was going to evolve into something very funny.*
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"
"Well, you'll definitely get your chance to imprison her this time." He got up and spread his arms and wings. "With a crew and ship like this, it's your destiny to be successful in your missions!"
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.
Krathian scoffs, "I stopped believin' in density long ago when I failed on me first attempt ta take Waterdeep. This is th' balancing of scales, this is something deeper than density. Revenge."
*Yes the density misspelling was intentional*
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"
"You want new weapons? I can get you plenty of new weapons."
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.
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Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
"Regardless, what I'm saying is I have the utmost confidence in your, and the crew's and ship's, abilities." He sat back down.
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.
"As do I. I am especially confident in your abilities as well." He raises his bottle, "Heres to the great things you're sure to do, as part of MacCleaver's vengeful crew." the rest of the crew raises their tankards and says "Hear hear," before laughing and drinking deeply
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 laughed with the crew, getting a bottle for himself to join the drinking.
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.
Kalon was asleep upstairs
Wannabe had came back inside and was sewing up the bullet hole in his arm.
angie was napping.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Alvin walks in, and half the crew stops, wary of new orders or something, but all he does is glare at them and go to his room, upon which the merrymaking resumes.
Tench chuckles, "That's why he's first mate. He could silence a leviathan with a look, so that I don't have to threaten people meself."
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"
"That is very... disturbing."
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.