"Thank you very much, Jim th' Pick. So we have the fish. What is next?" She says, looking for a apron
There's a couple hanging in the corner, but they would be comically large on him. Jim gives him a stool to help reach stuff. Jim thinks on Raphael's question for a moment, then sniffs the meat as his ears perk up and he appears to be in deep thought. "Lemon pepper. Sage. Fresh lemons." he pulls a matchstick out of his pocket, "And fire."
"Ooo, cool. I wish I had your sense of smell, sir. Where shall we find such ingredients?"
*So the aprons are the size for a bugbear or goliath as compared to a halfling?*
*Bugbear, Jim is a Bugbear.*
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at a low cabinet while he starts trying to light the stove, saying. "There's a cutting slab next to the cabinet, put it up on the counter."
They do so easily, the seemingly scrawny halfling easily lifting it. While Jim is distracted by lighting the stove, Raphael shapeshifts into a bugbear and puts on a rob
He turns from the stove and starts laying out meat on the block.
*You decide whether Jim catches Raphael in a different form.*
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
She smiles slightly. "Alright." She takes another sip. "Well, I'm still looking for a bit of a reason to stay..." She looks him in the eyes briefly. "Do you think you have one for me?" She asks with a shy smile
He inhales the fumes off one of his whiskey glasses and sets it down empty on the counter. "That, Mistress Tallia, depends entirely upon where you look." once again he's looking deeply into her eyes, and he leans in a bit closer. "I'd rather not look anywhere else."
She smiles shyly and looks away briefly, blushing hard, before looking back shyly. "I...think I..." She looks down shyly, blushing still.
He breathes deeply and sips his whiskey, giving her a sly smile over the lip of the glass and saying sincerely, "There's no rush Tallia."
She smiles shyly, blushing still. She looks back up shyly, before sipping on her champagne, finally finishing it.
"You want another?"
She nods, still acting rather shy, as though waiting for Finn to make the first move.
He orders them both a new glass of champagne, and lifts his in a toast, sitting a bit closer to Tallia. "To new horizons."
She smiles shyly. "To new horizons." She says, clinking her glass against his, before taking a sip.
He takes a sip, savoring the smell of the fumes like he did with the whiskey. Then he sets the glass aside carefully and leans in to kiss her tenderly. The effects of the fumes mixed with the kiss have a heady effect on him that leaves sparks rocketing around Finn's brain like roman charioteers taking a victory lap.
She seems a little surprised at first, before leaning into it a bit, kissing him back. When he breaks the kiss, she leans back, blinking rapidly, blushing.
"Wow..." he says, half surprised himself.
She nods shyly. "Yeah..." She says quietly.
He begins tying his hair back again with his bandana. "That was incredible..." he strokes the fur along her chin and smiles, "It's a wonder you're so shy."
She smiles slightly, and purrs, leaning against his hand. "That it was, Finn..." She says quietly, looking him in the eyes, her eyes shining.
He gently maneuvers his hand to the back of her neck, "Seconds?"
She smiles shyly, and nods, with equal shyness.
This time the kiss is more passionate. He gently pulls her head and body close to his and kisses her deeply.
She purrs softly, and kisses him back equally, one of her arms winding its way around his waist as her tail sways back and forth.
He breaks it off there, and after smiling at her for a moment, he sees the moonlight coming in through the window and says. "[GP] I've got someplace I have to be."
She holds his hand for a second. "I think it can wait..." She purrs, giving him a sly smile before shifting closer to him.
"I suppose it could." he kind of cuddles next to her, leaning his head on her shoulder. "I hope you stay," he says, without a hint of slyness or subtlety in his voice. It's a sincere remark.
She smiles, and tilts his head up so she can kiss him again, which she does. I think you may have convinced me...
He raises his eyebrows at the telepathy but doesn't protest. "I was hoping so."
She smiles. "Weren't expecting the telepathy, were you?" She says with a smile, before wrapping her arms around him, cuddling against him, and purring.
"Do you have an amulet of planar travel I could use/borrow?"
She thinks for a minute. "Not on me, unfortunately, but I think I have one in the room I have back in the tavern."
"Oh, good to hear. Later I can work up the effort to ask you if I can actually borrow it... In the meantime, what should we do? I would try to amaze you with my magical talents but something says I'm not that amazing to you."
She laughs. "You may be surprised, Ash." She pushes her gently, playfully.
"Um... Okay." She replies, a bit worried but trying to be courageous.
Ash casts Pyrotechnics (fireworks), Prestidigitation, and Minor Illusion to provide a dazzling display of colors and whatnot. From a dragon made of prismatic fire to harmless explosions of light, to a tornado of wonder.
She grins, laughing, enjoying the display.
Ash is kinda shocked at Tallia is enjoying it. "Um... So what is funny about this?"
"Nothing, Ash. People can laugh simply because they are happy."
"I thought people cry when they are happy?"
"They can, but it is more likely to laugh when they are happy, and then cry."
"Oh, got it. Sorry for thinking your strange because of that."
She chuckles. "Not at all."
"Thanks. So do you want to show me something? Or shall I continue?"
She shrugs, sitting on the ground, wrapping her tail around her legs. "Up to you."
"Um... I bet you could show me something cool." They say, dismission the illusions
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"Thank you very much, Jim th' Pick. So we have the fish. What is next?" She says, looking for a apron
There's a couple hanging in the corner, but they would be comically large on him. Jim gives him a stool to help reach stuff. Jim thinks on Raphael's question for a moment, then sniffs the meat as his ears perk up and he appears to be in deep thought. "Lemon pepper. Sage. Fresh lemons." he pulls a matchstick out of his pocket, "And fire."
"Ooo, cool. I wish I had your sense of smell, sir. Where shall we find such ingredients?"
*So the aprons are the size for a bugbear or goliath as compared to a halfling?*
*Bugbear, Jim is a Bugbear.*
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at a low cabinet while he starts trying to light the stove, saying. "There's a cutting slab next to the cabinet, put it up on the counter."
They do so easily, the seemingly scrawny halfling easily lifting it. While Jim is distracted by lighting the stove, Raphael shapeshifts into a bugbear and puts on a rob
He turns from the stove and starts laying out meat on the block.
*You decide whether Jim catches Raphael in a different form.*
*For the fun of it, yes*
Raphael looks around for lemon pepper, sage, and fresh lemons
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She smiles slightly. "Alright." She takes another sip. "Well, I'm still looking for a bit of a reason to stay..." She looks him in the eyes briefly. "Do you think you have one for me?" She asks with a shy smile
He inhales the fumes off one of his whiskey glasses and sets it down empty on the counter. "That, Mistress Tallia, depends entirely upon where you look." once again he's looking deeply into her eyes, and he leans in a bit closer. "I'd rather not look anywhere else."
She smiles shyly and looks away briefly, blushing hard, before looking back shyly. "I...think I..." She looks down shyly, blushing still.
He breathes deeply and sips his whiskey, giving her a sly smile over the lip of the glass and saying sincerely, "There's no rush Tallia."
She smiles shyly, blushing still. She looks back up shyly, before sipping on her champagne, finally finishing it.
"You want another?"
She nods, still acting rather shy, as though waiting for Finn to make the first move.
He orders them both a new glass of champagne, and lifts his in a toast, sitting a bit closer to Tallia. "To new horizons."
She smiles shyly. "To new horizons." She says, clinking her glass against his, before taking a sip.
He takes a sip, savoring the smell of the fumes like he did with the whiskey. Then he sets the glass aside carefully and leans in to kiss her tenderly. The effects of the fumes mixed with the kiss have a heady effect on him that leaves sparks rocketing around Finn's brain like roman charioteers taking a victory lap.
She seems a little surprised at first, before leaning into it a bit, kissing him back. When he breaks the kiss, she leans back, blinking rapidly, blushing.
"Wow..." he says, half surprised himself.
She nods shyly. "Yeah..." She says quietly.
He begins tying his hair back again with his bandana. "That was incredible..." he strokes the fur along her chin and smiles, "It's a wonder you're so shy."
She smiles slightly, and purrs, leaning against his hand. "That it was, Finn..." She says quietly, looking him in the eyes, her eyes shining.
He gently maneuvers his hand to the back of her neck, "Seconds?"
She smiles shyly, and nods, with equal shyness.
This time the kiss is more passionate. He gently pulls her head and body close to his and kisses her deeply.
She purrs softly, and kisses him back equally, one of her arms winding its way around his waist as her tail sways back and forth.
He breaks it off there, and after smiling at her for a moment, he sees the moonlight coming in through the window and says. "[GP] I've got someplace I have to be."
She holds his hand for a second. "I think it can wait..." She purrs, giving him a sly smile before shifting closer to him.
"I suppose it could." he kind of cuddles next to her, leaning his head on her shoulder. "I hope you stay," he says, without a hint of slyness or subtlety in his voice. It's a sincere remark.
She smiles, and tilts his head up so she can kiss him again, which she does. I think you may have convinced me...
He raises his eyebrows at the telepathy but doesn't protest. "I was hoping so."
She smiles. "Weren't expecting the telepathy, were you?" She says with a smile, before wrapping her arms around him, cuddling against him, and purring.
"No, that came as a surprise."
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
She smiles slightly. "Alright." She takes another sip. "Well, I'm still looking for a bit of a reason to stay..." She looks him in the eyes briefly. "Do you think you have one for me?" She asks with a shy smile
He inhales the fumes off one of his whiskey glasses and sets it down empty on the counter. "That, Mistress Tallia, depends entirely upon where you look." once again he's looking deeply into her eyes, and he leans in a bit closer. "I'd rather not look anywhere else."
She smiles shyly and looks away briefly, blushing hard, before looking back shyly. "I...think I..." She looks down shyly, blushing still.
He breathes deeply and sips his whiskey, giving her a sly smile over the lip of the glass and saying sincerely, "There's no rush Tallia."
She smiles shyly, blushing still. She looks back up shyly, before sipping on her champagne, finally finishing it.
"You want another?"
She nods, still acting rather shy, as though waiting for Finn to make the first move.
He orders them both a new glass of champagne, and lifts his in a toast, sitting a bit closer to Tallia. "To new horizons."
She smiles shyly. "To new horizons." She says, clinking her glass against his, before taking a sip.
He takes a sip, savoring the smell of the fumes like he did with the whiskey. Then he sets the glass aside carefully and leans in to kiss her tenderly. The effects of the fumes mixed with the kiss have a heady effect on him that leaves sparks rocketing around Finn's brain like roman charioteers taking a victory lap.
She seems a little surprised at first, before leaning into it a bit, kissing him back. When he breaks the kiss, she leans back, blinking rapidly, blushing.
"Wow..." he says, half surprised himself.
She nods shyly. "Yeah..." She says quietly.
He begins tying his hair back again with his bandana. "That was incredible..." he strokes the fur along her chin and smiles, "It's a wonder you're so shy."
She smiles slightly, and purrs, leaning against his hand. "That it was, Finn..." She says quietly, looking him in the eyes, her eyes shining.
He gently maneuvers his hand to the back of her neck, "Seconds?"
She smiles shyly, and nods, with equal shyness.
This time the kiss is more passionate. He gently pulls her head and body close to his and kisses her deeply.
She purrs softly, and kisses him back equally, one of her arms winding its way around his waist as her tail sways back and forth.
He breaks it off there, and after smiling at her for a moment, he sees the moonlight coming in through the window and says. "[GP] I've got someplace I have to be."
She holds his hand for a second. "I think it can wait..." She purrs, giving him a sly smile before shifting closer to him.
"I suppose it could." he kind of cuddles next to her, leaning his head on her shoulder. "I hope you stay," he says, without a hint of slyness or subtlety in his voice. It's a sincere remark.
She smiles, and tilts his head up so she can kiss him again, which she does. I think you may have convinced me...
He raises his eyebrows at the telepathy but doesn't protest. "I was hoping so."
She smiles. "Weren't expecting the telepathy, were you?" She says with a smile, before wrapping her arms around him, cuddling against him, and purring.
"No, that came as a surprise."
She giggles. "You'll find I've got plenty of those." She says with a wink.
She smiles slightly. "Alright." She takes another sip. "Well, I'm still looking for a bit of a reason to stay..." She looks him in the eyes briefly. "Do you think you have one for me?" She asks with a shy smile
He inhales the fumes off one of his whiskey glasses and sets it down empty on the counter. "That, Mistress Tallia, depends entirely upon where you look." once again he's looking deeply into her eyes, and he leans in a bit closer. "I'd rather not look anywhere else."
She smiles shyly and looks away briefly, blushing hard, before looking back shyly. "I...think I..." She looks down shyly, blushing still.
He breathes deeply and sips his whiskey, giving her a sly smile over the lip of the glass and saying sincerely, "There's no rush Tallia."
She smiles shyly, blushing still. She looks back up shyly, before sipping on her champagne, finally finishing it.
"You want another?"
She nods, still acting rather shy, as though waiting for Finn to make the first move.
He orders them both a new glass of champagne, and lifts his in a toast, sitting a bit closer to Tallia. "To new horizons."
She smiles shyly. "To new horizons." She says, clinking her glass against his, before taking a sip.
He takes a sip, savoring the smell of the fumes like he did with the whiskey. Then he sets the glass aside carefully and leans in to kiss her tenderly. The effects of the fumes mixed with the kiss have a heady effect on him that leaves sparks rocketing around Finn's brain like roman charioteers taking a victory lap.
She seems a little surprised at first, before leaning into it a bit, kissing him back. When he breaks the kiss, she leans back, blinking rapidly, blushing.
"Wow..." he says, half surprised himself.
She nods shyly. "Yeah..." She says quietly.
He begins tying his hair back again with his bandana. "That was incredible..." he strokes the fur along her chin and smiles, "It's a wonder you're so shy."
She smiles slightly, and purrs, leaning against his hand. "That it was, Finn..." She says quietly, looking him in the eyes, her eyes shining.
He gently maneuvers his hand to the back of her neck, "Seconds?"
She smiles shyly, and nods, with equal shyness.
This time the kiss is more passionate. He gently pulls her head and body close to his and kisses her deeply.
She purrs softly, and kisses him back equally, one of her arms winding its way around his waist as her tail sways back and forth.
He breaks it off there, and after smiling at her for a moment, he sees the moonlight coming in through the window and says. "[GP] I've got someplace I have to be."
She holds his hand for a second. "I think it can wait..." She purrs, giving him a sly smile before shifting closer to him.
"I suppose it could." he kind of cuddles next to her, leaning his head on her shoulder. "I hope you stay," he says, without a hint of slyness or subtlety in his voice. It's a sincere remark.
She smiles, and tilts his head up so she can kiss him again, which she does. I think you may have convinced me...
He raises his eyebrows at the telepathy but doesn't protest. "I was hoping so."
She smiles. "Weren't expecting the telepathy, were you?" She says with a smile, before wrapping her arms around him, cuddling against him, and purring.
"No, that came as a surprise."
She giggles. "You'll find I've got plenty of those." She says with a wink.
"I'm sure, and I can't wait to discover every one."
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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.
She smiles slightly. "Alright." She takes another sip. "Well, I'm still looking for a bit of a reason to stay..." She looks him in the eyes briefly. "Do you think you have one for me?" She asks with a shy smile
He inhales the fumes off one of his whiskey glasses and sets it down empty on the counter. "That, Mistress Tallia, depends entirely upon where you look." once again he's looking deeply into her eyes, and he leans in a bit closer. "I'd rather not look anywhere else."
She smiles shyly and looks away briefly, blushing hard, before looking back shyly. "I...think I..." She looks down shyly, blushing still.
He breathes deeply and sips his whiskey, giving her a sly smile over the lip of the glass and saying sincerely, "There's no rush Tallia."
She smiles shyly, blushing still. She looks back up shyly, before sipping on her champagne, finally finishing it.
"You want another?"
She nods, still acting rather shy, as though waiting for Finn to make the first move.
He orders them both a new glass of champagne, and lifts his in a toast, sitting a bit closer to Tallia. "To new horizons."
She smiles shyly. "To new horizons." She says, clinking her glass against his, before taking a sip.
He takes a sip, savoring the smell of the fumes like he did with the whiskey. Then he sets the glass aside carefully and leans in to kiss her tenderly. The effects of the fumes mixed with the kiss have a heady effect on him that leaves sparks rocketing around Finn's brain like roman charioteers taking a victory lap.
She seems a little surprised at first, before leaning into it a bit, kissing him back. When he breaks the kiss, she leans back, blinking rapidly, blushing.
"Wow..." he says, half surprised himself.
She nods shyly. "Yeah..." She says quietly.
He begins tying his hair back again with his bandana. "That was incredible..." he strokes the fur along her chin and smiles, "It's a wonder you're so shy."
She smiles slightly, and purrs, leaning against his hand. "That it was, Finn..." She says quietly, looking him in the eyes, her eyes shining.
He gently maneuvers his hand to the back of her neck, "Seconds?"
She smiles shyly, and nods, with equal shyness.
This time the kiss is more passionate. He gently pulls her head and body close to his and kisses her deeply.
She purrs softly, and kisses him back equally, one of her arms winding its way around his waist as her tail sways back and forth.
He breaks it off there, and after smiling at her for a moment, he sees the moonlight coming in through the window and says. "[GP] I've got someplace I have to be."
She holds his hand for a second. "I think it can wait..." She purrs, giving him a sly smile before shifting closer to him.
"I suppose it could." he kind of cuddles next to her, leaning his head on her shoulder. "I hope you stay," he says, without a hint of slyness or subtlety in his voice. It's a sincere remark.
She smiles, and tilts his head up so she can kiss him again, which she does. I think you may have convinced me...
He raises his eyebrows at the telepathy but doesn't protest. "I was hoping so."
She smiles. "Weren't expecting the telepathy, were you?" She says with a smile, before wrapping her arms around him, cuddling against him, and purring.
"No, that came as a surprise."
She giggles. "You'll find I've got plenty of those." She says with a wink.
"I'm sure, and I can't wait to discover every one."
She giggles, before looking into his eyes, her eyes shining beautifully in the moonlight.
"Thank you very much, Jim th' Pick. So we have the fish. What is next?" She says, looking for a apron
There's a couple hanging in the corner, but they would be comically large on him. Jim gives him a stool to help reach stuff. Jim thinks on Raphael's question for a moment, then sniffs the meat as his ears perk up and he appears to be in deep thought. "Lemon pepper. Sage. Fresh lemons." he pulls a matchstick out of his pocket, "And fire."
"Ooo, cool. I wish I had your sense of smell, sir. Where shall we find such ingredients?"
*So the aprons are the size for a bugbear or goliath as compared to a halfling?*
*Bugbear, Jim is a Bugbear.*
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at a low cabinet while he starts trying to light the stove, saying. "There's a cutting slab next to the cabinet, put it up on the counter."
They do so easily, the seemingly scrawny halfling easily lifting it. While Jim is distracted by lighting the stove, Raphael shapeshifts into a bugbear and puts on a rob
He turns from the stove and starts laying out meat on the block.
*You decide whether Jim catches Raphael in a different form.*
*For the fun of it, yes*
Raphael looks around for lemon pepper, sage, and fresh lemons
Jim turns around, with the meat cleaver in his hand, and, seeing Raphael having changed he turns stark white, stumbles back into a corner, and begins to stutter: "B-barnacled bivouacks! What manner o' witchery is this?"
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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.
"Thank you very much, Jim th' Pick. So we have the fish. What is next?" She says, looking for a apron
There's a couple hanging in the corner, but they would be comically large on him. Jim gives him a stool to help reach stuff. Jim thinks on Raphael's question for a moment, then sniffs the meat as his ears perk up and he appears to be in deep thought. "Lemon pepper. Sage. Fresh lemons." he pulls a matchstick out of his pocket, "And fire."
"Ooo, cool. I wish I had your sense of smell, sir. Where shall we find such ingredients?"
*So the aprons are the size for a bugbear or goliath as compared to a halfling?*
*Bugbear, Jim is a Bugbear.*
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at a low cabinet while he starts trying to light the stove, saying. "There's a cutting slab next to the cabinet, put it up on the counter."
They do so easily, the seemingly scrawny halfling easily lifting it. While Jim is distracted by lighting the stove, Raphael shapeshifts into a bugbear and puts on a rob
He turns from the stove and starts laying out meat on the block.
*You decide whether Jim catches Raphael in a different form.*
*For the fun of it, yes*
Raphael looks around for lemon pepper, sage, and fresh lemons
Jim turns around, with the meat cleaver in his hand, and, seeing Raphael having changed he turns stark white, stumbles back into a corner, and begins to stutter: "B-barnacled bivouacks! What manner o' witchery is this?"
Raphael puts her arms up non-threatenly and backs away slowly to give Jim some space. "Nothing, I just needed to fit into the apron. Have I scared you?"
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"Thank you very much, Jim th' Pick. So we have the fish. What is next?" She says, looking for a apron
There's a couple hanging in the corner, but they would be comically large on him. Jim gives him a stool to help reach stuff. Jim thinks on Raphael's question for a moment, then sniffs the meat as his ears perk up and he appears to be in deep thought. "Lemon pepper. Sage. Fresh lemons." he pulls a matchstick out of his pocket, "And fire."
"Ooo, cool. I wish I had your sense of smell, sir. Where shall we find such ingredients?"
*So the aprons are the size for a bugbear or goliath as compared to a halfling?*
*Bugbear, Jim is a Bugbear.*
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at a low cabinet while he starts trying to light the stove, saying. "There's a cutting slab next to the cabinet, put it up on the counter."
They do so easily, the seemingly scrawny halfling easily lifting it. While Jim is distracted by lighting the stove, Raphael shapeshifts into a bugbear and puts on a rob
He turns from the stove and starts laying out meat on the block.
*You decide whether Jim catches Raphael in a different form.*
*For the fun of it, yes*
Raphael looks around for lemon pepper, sage, and fresh lemons
Jim turns around, with the meat cleaver in his hand, and, seeing Raphael having changed he turns stark white, stumbles back into a corner, and begins to stutter: "B-barnacled bivouacks! What manner o' witchery is this?"
Raphael puts her arms up non-threatenly and backs away slowly to give Jim some space. "Nothing, I just needed to fit into the apron. Have I scared you?"
"Y-yes ye face changin' bog-devil!" he puts his hands over his mouth. "Oh no," he mutters to himself, not quite privately, "I've offended th' thing. Now I'm bound ta be food for it's tentacled babies."
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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.
She smiles slightly. "Alright." She takes another sip. "Well, I'm still looking for a bit of a reason to stay..." She looks him in the eyes briefly. "Do you think you have one for me?" She asks with a shy smile
He inhales the fumes off one of his whiskey glasses and sets it down empty on the counter. "That, Mistress Tallia, depends entirely upon where you look." once again he's looking deeply into her eyes, and he leans in a bit closer. "I'd rather not look anywhere else."
She smiles shyly and looks away briefly, blushing hard, before looking back shyly. "I...think I..." She looks down shyly, blushing still.
He breathes deeply and sips his whiskey, giving her a sly smile over the lip of the glass and saying sincerely, "There's no rush Tallia."
She smiles shyly, blushing still. She looks back up shyly, before sipping on her champagne, finally finishing it.
"You want another?"
She nods, still acting rather shy, as though waiting for Finn to make the first move.
He orders them both a new glass of champagne, and lifts his in a toast, sitting a bit closer to Tallia. "To new horizons."
She smiles shyly. "To new horizons." She says, clinking her glass against his, before taking a sip.
He takes a sip, savoring the smell of the fumes like he did with the whiskey. Then he sets the glass aside carefully and leans in to kiss her tenderly. The effects of the fumes mixed with the kiss have a heady effect on him that leaves sparks rocketing around Finn's brain like roman charioteers taking a victory lap.
She seems a little surprised at first, before leaning into it a bit, kissing him back. When he breaks the kiss, she leans back, blinking rapidly, blushing.
"Wow..." he says, half surprised himself.
She nods shyly. "Yeah..." She says quietly.
He begins tying his hair back again with his bandana. "That was incredible..." he strokes the fur along her chin and smiles, "It's a wonder you're so shy."
She smiles slightly, and purrs, leaning against his hand. "That it was, Finn..." She says quietly, looking him in the eyes, her eyes shining.
He gently maneuvers his hand to the back of her neck, "Seconds?"
She smiles shyly, and nods, with equal shyness.
This time the kiss is more passionate. He gently pulls her head and body close to his and kisses her deeply.
She purrs softly, and kisses him back equally, one of her arms winding its way around his waist as her tail sways back and forth.
He breaks it off there, and after smiling at her for a moment, he sees the moonlight coming in through the window and says. "[GP] I've got someplace I have to be."
She holds his hand for a second. "I think it can wait..." She purrs, giving him a sly smile before shifting closer to him.
"I suppose it could." he kind of cuddles next to her, leaning his head on her shoulder. "I hope you stay," he says, without a hint of slyness or subtlety in his voice. It's a sincere remark.
She smiles, and tilts his head up so she can kiss him again, which she does. I think you may have convinced me...
He raises his eyebrows at the telepathy but doesn't protest. "I was hoping so."
She smiles. "Weren't expecting the telepathy, were you?" She says with a smile, before wrapping her arms around him, cuddling against him, and purring.
"No, that came as a surprise."
She giggles. "You'll find I've got plenty of those." She says with a wink.
"I'm sure, and I can't wait to discover every one."
She giggles, before looking into his eyes, her eyes shining beautifully in the moonlight.
*Yikes, she's really got him wrapped around her finger...*
He looks into her eyes, holding her hand contemplatively.
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
"Thank you very much, Jim th' Pick. So we have the fish. What is next?" She says, looking for a apron
There's a couple hanging in the corner, but they would be comically large on him. Jim gives him a stool to help reach stuff. Jim thinks on Raphael's question for a moment, then sniffs the meat as his ears perk up and he appears to be in deep thought. "Lemon pepper. Sage. Fresh lemons." he pulls a matchstick out of his pocket, "And fire."
"Ooo, cool. I wish I had your sense of smell, sir. Where shall we find such ingredients?"
*So the aprons are the size for a bugbear or goliath as compared to a halfling?*
*Bugbear, Jim is a Bugbear.*
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at a low cabinet while he starts trying to light the stove, saying. "There's a cutting slab next to the cabinet, put it up on the counter."
They do so easily, the seemingly scrawny halfling easily lifting it. While Jim is distracted by lighting the stove, Raphael shapeshifts into a bugbear and puts on a rob
He turns from the stove and starts laying out meat on the block.
*You decide whether Jim catches Raphael in a different form.*
*For the fun of it, yes*
Raphael looks around for lemon pepper, sage, and fresh lemons
Jim turns around, with the meat cleaver in his hand, and, seeing Raphael having changed he turns stark white, stumbles back into a corner, and begins to stutter: "B-barnacled bivouacks! What manner o' witchery is this?"
Raphael puts her arms up non-threatenly and backs away slowly to give Jim some space. "Nothing, I just needed to fit into the apron. Have I scared you?"
"Y-yes ye face changin' bog-devil!" he puts his hands over his mouth. "Oh no," he mutters to himself, not quite privately, "I've offended th' thing. Now I'm bound ta be food for it's tentacled babies."
Raphael sighs, and tries to look as unthreatening as they can. "Look, I will not attack you, I do not want to eat your soul, I shall not try to scare you further. What can I do to talk you down?"
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He raises his eyebrows at the telepathy but doesn't protest. "I was hoping so."
She smiles. "Weren't expecting the telepathy, were you?" She says with a smile, before wrapping her arms around him, cuddling against him, and purring.
"No, that came as a surprise."
She giggles. "You'll find I've got plenty of those." She says with a wink.
"I'm sure, and I can't wait to discover every one."
She giggles, before looking into his eyes, her eyes shining beautifully in the moonlight.
*Yikes, she's really got him wrapped around her finger...*
He looks into her eyes, holding her hand contemplatively.
*Yep! She's good...Hehehe. She's actually a CG alignment too. She just enjoys messing with people. ;)*
She smiles warmly, blushing a little. "What're you thinking now, Finn?"
"Thank you very much, Jim th' Pick. So we have the fish. What is next?" She says, looking for a apron
There's a couple hanging in the corner, but they would be comically large on him. Jim gives him a stool to help reach stuff. Jim thinks on Raphael's question for a moment, then sniffs the meat as his ears perk up and he appears to be in deep thought. "Lemon pepper. Sage. Fresh lemons." he pulls a matchstick out of his pocket, "And fire."
"Ooo, cool. I wish I had your sense of smell, sir. Where shall we find such ingredients?"
*So the aprons are the size for a bugbear or goliath as compared to a halfling?*
*Bugbear, Jim is a Bugbear.*
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at a low cabinet while he starts trying to light the stove, saying. "There's a cutting slab next to the cabinet, put it up on the counter."
They do so easily, the seemingly scrawny halfling easily lifting it. While Jim is distracted by lighting the stove, Raphael shapeshifts into a bugbear and puts on a rob
He turns from the stove and starts laying out meat on the block.
*You decide whether Jim catches Raphael in a different form.*
*For the fun of it, yes*
Raphael looks around for lemon pepper, sage, and fresh lemons
Jim turns around, with the meat cleaver in his hand, and, seeing Raphael having changed he turns stark white, stumbles back into a corner, and begins to stutter: "B-barnacled bivouacks! What manner o' witchery is this?"
Raphael puts her arms up non-threatenly and backs away slowly to give Jim some space. "Nothing, I just needed to fit into the apron. Have I scared you?"
"Y-yes ye face changin' bog-devil!" he puts his hands over his mouth. "Oh no," he mutters to himself, not quite privately, "I've offended th' thing. Now I'm bound ta be food for it's tentacled babies."
Raphael sighs, and tries to look as unthreatening as they can. "Look, I will not attack you, I do not want to eat your soul, I shall not try to scare you further. What can I do to talk you down?"
"Ye wanna beat meh down!? I knew me mam's stories was true!"
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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.
"Thank you very much, Jim th' Pick. So we have the fish. What is next?" She says, looking for a apron
There's a couple hanging in the corner, but they would be comically large on him. Jim gives him a stool to help reach stuff. Jim thinks on Raphael's question for a moment, then sniffs the meat as his ears perk up and he appears to be in deep thought. "Lemon pepper. Sage. Fresh lemons." he pulls a matchstick out of his pocket, "And fire."
"Ooo, cool. I wish I had your sense of smell, sir. Where shall we find such ingredients?"
*So the aprons are the size for a bugbear or goliath as compared to a halfling?*
*Bugbear, Jim is a Bugbear.*
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at a low cabinet while he starts trying to light the stove, saying. "There's a cutting slab next to the cabinet, put it up on the counter."
They do so easily, the seemingly scrawny halfling easily lifting it. While Jim is distracted by lighting the stove, Raphael shapeshifts into a bugbear and puts on a rob
He turns from the stove and starts laying out meat on the block.
*You decide whether Jim catches Raphael in a different form.*
*For the fun of it, yes*
Raphael looks around for lemon pepper, sage, and fresh lemons
Jim turns around, with the meat cleaver in his hand, and, seeing Raphael having changed he turns stark white, stumbles back into a corner, and begins to stutter: "B-barnacled bivouacks! What manner o' witchery is this?"
Raphael puts her arms up non-threatenly and backs away slowly to give Jim some space. "Nothing, I just needed to fit into the apron. Have I scared you?"
"Y-yes ye face changin' bog-devil!" he puts his hands over his mouth. "Oh no," he mutters to himself, not quite privately, "I've offended th' thing. Now I'm bound ta be food for it's tentacled babies."
Raphael sighs, and tries to look as unthreatening as they can. "Look, I will not attack you, I do not want to eat your soul, I shall not try to scare you further. What can I do to talk you down?"
"Ye wanna beat meh down!? I knew me mam's stories was true!"
*To Raphael:*
Sigh...You might as well reveal yourself. At least then he won't be terrified you're going to hurt him.
"Thank you very much, Jim th' Pick. So we have the fish. What is next?" She says, looking for a apron
There's a couple hanging in the corner, but they would be comically large on him. Jim gives him a stool to help reach stuff. Jim thinks on Raphael's question for a moment, then sniffs the meat as his ears perk up and he appears to be in deep thought. "Lemon pepper. Sage. Fresh lemons." he pulls a matchstick out of his pocket, "And fire."
"Ooo, cool. I wish I had your sense of smell, sir. Where shall we find such ingredients?"
*So the aprons are the size for a bugbear or goliath as compared to a halfling?*
*Bugbear, Jim is a Bugbear.*
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at a low cabinet while he starts trying to light the stove, saying. "There's a cutting slab next to the cabinet, put it up on the counter."
They do so easily, the seemingly scrawny halfling easily lifting it. While Jim is distracted by lighting the stove, Raphael shapeshifts into a bugbear and puts on a rob
He turns from the stove and starts laying out meat on the block.
*You decide whether Jim catches Raphael in a different form.*
*For the fun of it, yes*
Raphael looks around for lemon pepper, sage, and fresh lemons
Jim turns around, with the meat cleaver in his hand, and, seeing Raphael having changed he turns stark white, stumbles back into a corner, and begins to stutter: "B-barnacled bivouacks! What manner o' witchery is this?"
Raphael puts her arms up non-threatenly and backs away slowly to give Jim some space. "Nothing, I just needed to fit into the apron. Have I scared you?"
"Y-yes ye face changin' bog-devil!" he puts his hands over his mouth. "Oh no," he mutters to himself, not quite privately, "I've offended th' thing. Now I'm bound ta be food for it's tentacled babies."
Raphael sighs, and tries to look as unthreatening as they can. "Look, I will not attack you, I do not want to eat your soul, I shall not try to scare you further. What can I do to talk you down?"
"Ye wanna beat meh down!? I knew me mam's stories was true!"
They shake their head slowly. "I am not here to hurt you. I merely want to learn to cook fish sigh Shall I just leave?"
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He raises his eyebrows at the telepathy but doesn't protest. "I was hoping so."
She smiles. "Weren't expecting the telepathy, were you?" She says with a smile, before wrapping her arms around him, cuddling against him, and purring.
"No, that came as a surprise."
She giggles. "You'll find I've got plenty of those." She says with a wink.
"I'm sure, and I can't wait to discover every one."
She giggles, before looking into his eyes, her eyes shining beautifully in the moonlight.
*Yikes, she's really got him wrapped around her finger...*
He looks into her eyes, holding her hand contemplatively.
*Yep! She's good...Hehehe. She's actually a CG alignment too. She just enjoys messing with people. ;)*
She smiles warmly, blushing a little. "What're you thinking now, Finn?"
"I'm thinking I'm remarkably lucky."
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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.
He raises his eyebrows at the telepathy but doesn't protest. "I was hoping so."
She smiles. "Weren't expecting the telepathy, were you?" She says with a smile, before wrapping her arms around him, cuddling against him, and purring.
"No, that came as a surprise."
She giggles. "You'll find I've got plenty of those." She says with a wink.
"I'm sure, and I can't wait to discover every one."
She giggles, before looking into his eyes, her eyes shining beautifully in the moonlight.
*Yikes, she's really got him wrapped around her finger...*
He looks into her eyes, holding her hand contemplatively.
*Yep! She's good...Hehehe. She's actually a CG alignment too. She just enjoys messing with people. ;)*
She smiles warmly, blushing a little. "What're you thinking now, Finn?"
"I'm thinking I'm remarkably lucky."
She smiles, giggling a little. "Oh really? How so?"
"Do you have an amulet of planar travel I could use/borrow?"
She thinks for a minute. "Not on me, unfortunately, but I think I have one in the room I have back in the tavern."
"Oh, good to hear. Later I can work up the effort to ask you if I can actually borrow it... In the meantime, what should we do? I would try to amaze you with my magical talents but something says I'm not that amazing to you."
She laughs. "You may be surprised, Ash." She pushes her gently, playfully.
"Um... Okay." She replies, a bit worried but trying to be courageous.
Ash casts Pyrotechnics (fireworks), Prestidigitation, and Minor Illusion to provide a dazzling display of colors and whatnot. From a dragon made of prismatic fire to harmless explosions of light, to a tornado of wonder.
She grins, laughing, enjoying the display.
Ash is kinda shocked at Tallia is enjoying it. "Um... So what is funny about this?"
"Nothing, Ash. People can laugh simply because they are happy."
"I thought people cry when they are happy?"
"They can, but it is more likely to laugh when they are happy, and then cry."
"Oh, got it. Sorry for thinking your strange because of that."
She chuckles. "Not at all."
"Thanks. So do you want to show me something? Or shall I continue?"
She shrugs, sitting on the ground, wrapping her tail around her legs. "Up to you."
"Um... I bet you could show me something cool." They say, dismission the illusions
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He turns from the stove and starts laying out meat on the block.
*You decide whether Jim catches Raphael in a different form.*
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"
She smiles. "Weren't expecting the telepathy, were you?" She says with a smile, before wrapping her arms around him, cuddling against him, and purring.
"Um... I bet you could show me something cool." They say, dismission the illusions
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*For the fun of it, yes*
Raphael looks around for lemon pepper, sage, and fresh lemons
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"No, that came as a surprise."
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"
She giggles. "You'll find I've got plenty of those." She says with a wink.
"I'm sure, and I can't wait to discover every one."
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"
She giggles, before looking into his eyes, her eyes shining beautifully in the moonlight.
Jim turns around, with the meat cleaver in his hand, and, seeing Raphael having changed he turns stark white, stumbles back into a corner, and begins to stutter: "B-barnacled bivouacks! What manner o' witchery is this?"
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"
Raphael puts her arms up non-threatenly and backs away slowly to give Jim some space. "Nothing, I just needed to fit into the apron. Have I scared you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Y-yes ye face changin' bog-devil!" he puts his hands over his mouth. "Oh no," he mutters to himself, not quite privately, "I've offended th' thing. Now I'm bound ta be food for it's tentacled babies."
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"
*Yikes, she's really got him wrapped around her finger...*
He looks into her eyes, holding her hand contemplatively.
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"
Raphael sighs, and tries to look as unthreatening as they can. "Look, I will not attack you, I do not want to eat your soul, I shall not try to scare you further. What can I do to talk you down?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Yep! She's good...Hehehe. She's actually a CG alignment too. She just enjoys messing with people. ;)*
She smiles warmly, blushing a little. "What're you thinking now, Finn?"
"Ye wanna beat meh down!? I knew me mam's stories was true!"
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"
*To Raphael:*
Sigh...You might as well reveal yourself. At least then he won't be terrified you're going to hurt him.
They shake their head slowly. "I am not here to hurt you. I merely want to learn to cook fish sigh Shall I just leave?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I'm thinking I'm remarkably lucky."
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"
She smiles, giggling a little. "Oh really? How so?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now