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 yelps in pain and starts clawing at his eyes, "[1GP] it Q'ilbrith!" he sneezes and the resulting magical surge sends Q'ilbrith flying across the tavern.
He lands, tentacles first, on the wall next to Allison, before flop/scooting calmly down. "How was that?"
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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.
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."
*Wow Krathian is smart. Maybe he needs a new friend aside from Q'ilbrith...*
*He has the help of an eldritch horror entirely comprised of thought and knowledge. Its hard not to be that smart in such a case.*
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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 yelps in pain and starts clawing at his eyes, "[1GP] it Q'ilbrith!" he sneezes and the resulting magical surge sends Q'ilbrith flying across the tavern.
He lands, tentacles first, on the wall next to Allison, before flop/scooting calmly down. "How was that?"
"a little confusing but very funny to watch" she said and walked over to Krathian, giving him a kiss on the forehead
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?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
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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?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Thanks for talking to me, Damien. I don't make a lot of permanent friends as a traveling bard through the Darkwilds." Tevelin goes back inside the tavern and sits at the bar. She orders a sandwich on pretzel bread.
*Yup she's obsessed with pretzel bread. One more thing we have in common.*
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 yelps in pain and starts clawing at his eyes, "[1GP] it Q'ilbrith!" he sneezes and the resulting magical surge sends Q'ilbrith flying across the tavern.
He lands, tentacles first, on the wall next to Allison, before flop/scooting calmly down. "How was that?"
"a little confusing but very funny to watch" she said and walked over to Krathian, giving him a kiss on the forehead
He wipes the rest of the alcohol out of his eyes which, though are in unspeakable pain, are now cleaner than they have ever been. "Ugh, thanks Allison."
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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 yelps in pain and starts clawing at his eyes, "[1GP] it Q'ilbrith!" he sneezes and the resulting magical surge sends Q'ilbrith flying across the tavern.
He lands, tentacles first, on the wall next to Allison, before flop/scooting calmly down. "How was that?"
"a little confusing but very funny to watch" she said and walked over to Krathian, giving him a kiss on the forehead
He wipes the rest of the alcohol out of his eyes which, though are in unspeakable pain, are now cleaner than they have ever been. "Ugh, thanks Allison."
"How do the studies fare?" she asked, sitting down across from him
"Ugghhh, fine" He conscedes
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
Krathian yelps in pain and starts clawing at his eyes, "[1GP] it Q'ilbrith!" he sneezes and the resulting magical surge sends Q'ilbrith flying across the tavern.
He lands, tentacles first, on the wall next to Allison, before flop/scooting calmly down. "How was that?"
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"
"L-let me go." Poppy says quietly
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
"Pretzel bread is rather good."
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
Ecasi is sitting at the bar.
Terlyn is hunting.
Eris is breathing.
*He has the help of an eldritch horror entirely comprised of thought and knowledge. Its hard not to be that smart in such a case.*
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"
"a little confusing but very funny to watch" she said and walked over to Krathian, giving him a kiss on the forehead
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
you see a flash of red out of the corner of your eye
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"good" she says, sipping her tea
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
"If I did, you might hurt yourself, little rabbit." He whispered.
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.
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
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"
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
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.
"Thanks for talking to me, Damien. I don't make a lot of permanent friends as a traveling bard through the Darkwilds." Tevelin goes back inside the tavern and sits at the bar. She orders a sandwich on pretzel bread.
*Yup she's obsessed with pretzel bread. One more thing we have in common.*
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 eats his crusts,
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
He wipes the rest of the alcohol out of his eyes which, though are in unspeakable pain, are now cleaner than they have ever been. "Ugh, thanks Allison."
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 don't care, this is embarresing"
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 nods her head in approval
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
"How do the studies fare?" she asked, sitting down across from him
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
He chuckled. "But I care if you hurt yourself. Embarrassing or not."
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.