Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
*KRATHIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
*Yes Krathian, hehehehe. Btw none of the stuff on the Absolutely anything thread actually happened here.*
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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 sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
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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 sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Allison watches this, stifling a laugh
*Hi Lawrence, love the pfp.*
Krathian glares at Q'ilbrith, very irked.
In response, Q'ilbrith spouts a squirt of his drink into Krathian's eye.
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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 sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Allison watches this, stifling a laugh
*Hi Lawrence, love the pfp.*
Krathian glares at Q'ilbrith, very irked.
In response, Q'ilbrith spouts a squirt of his drink into Krathian's eye.
*Thank you, its the intruder from Mandela catalog. *
Allison was trying so hard not to die of laughing now
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Allison watches this, stifling a laugh
*Hi Lawrence, love the pfp.*
Krathian glares at Q'ilbrith, very irked.
In response, Q'ilbrith spouts a squirt of his drink into Krathian's eye.
*heheheh, we had a little creepy pfp contest on page 666 of all pages.*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Tevelin looks into the woods. "What do you think lives in the rest of this world, away from the tavern?" she asks Damien.
"Demons, angels. Normal people, not so normal people." He replies.
"Cool"
"Are you from here?"
"Not really. Me and a few others came here from a different plane."
"What plane is that?"
"Lesta. It was like a home"
"Home... I had a home in the city of Kkator... But I left that life behind. I'm not even sure I could go back and make amends..."
"Sometimes its good to leave things behind."
"I guess so... A title that was handed to you means nothing. A title you carve for yourself has actual meaning, right...?"
"Indeed. I'm given the title of "Evil scumbag", but i prefer to be called a scientist"
(Sigh...) "All I wish is that people can say that I was someone who did good things without being a pampered princess."
"Royalty is odd."
"I agree. Locked up in a palace, having to be proper and leaderly. I just want to play music and make people smile. I flew away from home, and I guess I'm happier... But I miss my mother and Selothh." Tevelin looks depressed for a moment. "But on the plus side, I can scarf pretzel bread and care less what people think about me!" And to hammer in her point, Tevelin shoves a piece of pretzel bread in her beak. "So good," she says with her beak full.
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
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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 sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
*Wow Krathian is smart. Maybe he needs a new friend aside from Q'ilbrith...*
*Yes Krathian, hehehehe. Btw none of the stuff on the Absolutely anything thread actually happened here.*
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"
"If you weren't floating i would shove you again"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
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"
"Royalty is odd."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
She watches him "eat the crusts child"
*Most motherly thing ever said*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
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 did give some laughs, the other dm didn't know that it's okay to let low rolls still hit, it was both our first times*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Hi Lawrence, love the pfp.*
Krathian glares at Q'ilbrith, very irked.
In response, Q'ilbrith spouts a squirt of his drink into Krathian's eye.
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"
"If I wasn't I'd hug you so the shove wouldn't work."
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.
"Ah, but the crusts are gross."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Thank you, its the intruder from Mandela catalog. *
Allison was trying so hard not to die of laughing now
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*heheheh, we had a little creepy pfp contest on page 666 of all pages.*
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.
"Hmmphh." Poppy attempts to jump at him to shove him
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"They help you grow, now eat child"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I agree. Locked up in a palace, having to be proper and leaderly. I just want to play music and make people smile. I flew away from home, and I guess I'm happier... But I miss my mother and Selothh." Tevelin looks depressed for a moment. "But on the plus side, I can scarf pretzel bread and care less what people think about me!" And to hammer in her point, Tevelin shoves a piece of pretzel bread in her beak. "So good," she says with her beak full.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
He catches her and holds her in a hug mid-air while levitating. "Now look what you got yourself into."
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 far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
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"
*AAAAAAAAAAH ETTOR'S BEING CREEPY AGAIN!*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
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.
*Wow Krathian is smart. Maybe he needs a new friend aside from Q'ilbrith...*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.