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!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Nah, I'm not the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do it.
He shrugs and steps back, cocking his arm behind his shoulder before taking a step forward and catapulting the vial into the firmament. It disappears and is destroyed forever. Suddenly, another portal opens, belching more of the stuff out before closing. The new mist wafts towards the tavern on the powerful winds emanating from the firmament. "Well," he shouts, "It worked ... technically."
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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!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Nah, I'm not the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do it.
He shrugs and steps back, cocking his arm behind his shoulder before taking a step forward and catapulting the vial into the firmament. It disappears and is destroyed forever. Suddenly, another portal opens, belching more of the stuff out before closing. The new mist wafts towards the tavern on the powerful winds emanating from the firmament. "Well," he shouts, "It worked ... technically."
"Um, we should probably catch that, right?" Wolfe yells back.
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*Norixus can't see her without getting within 60 feet of her, and the chances of him getting close enough is really small.*
*telepathy 120 feet*
*...Do you even know what telepathy does? He has to know she's there to use it.*
*Half is correct. Telepathy takes a valid target, and you cant target what you dont know is where*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Tevelin looks out the window, her beak full of lettuce, halibut meat (she never eats poultry), and pretzel bread and nearly chokes. "Quick octopus, tell me what was in that vial!"
*well, my internet is terible rn, ill try latter*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Norixus can't see her without getting within 60 feet of her, and the chances of him getting close enough is really small.*
"Oh uh, sure." Televin turns to Q'ilbrith. "So, what was in that vial? I saw the mist, was it a trapped invisible stalker?"
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.
Nerima walks past her line of sight, wandering around.
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.
*telepathy 120 feet, true sight 120 feet*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
He shrugs and steps back, cocking his arm behind his shoulder before taking a step forward and catapulting the vial into the firmament. It disappears and is destroyed forever. Suddenly, another portal opens, belching more of the stuff out before closing. The new mist wafts towards the tavern on the powerful winds emanating from the firmament. "Well," he shouts, "It worked ... technically."
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"
*...Do you even know what telepathy does? He has to know she's there to use it.*
A hooded figure (Atta-Dappa,) clears his throat right next 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"
"Um, we should probably catch that, right?" Wolfe yells back.
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.
Terlyn crouches in a shadow. Stealth: 14
*...In the middle of the forest?*
She doesn't seem to be looking for anything. She walks up to a rabbit and starts speaking to it.
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.
*true sight my bad*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Nerima looks at him, not bothered or surprised. "Yes?"
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.
"C-can you not s-scare it away?"
*Half is correct. Telepathy takes a valid target, and you cant target what you dont know is where*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*True sight only sees through magical concealment.*
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.
Tevelin looks out the window, her beak full of lettuce, halibut meat (she never eats poultry), and pretzel bread and nearly chokes. "Quick octopus, tell me what was in that vial!"
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.
*How?*