"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?"
"N-no... I suppose ye can stay." He continues with the preparations, showing Raphael how to properly rub the meat with the simple cocktail of spices. Despite visibly shaking and keeping an eye over his shoulder he manages to prepare the food with a deft and skillful hand.
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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?"
"Well, maybe falling into that wormhole in the middle of nowhere was a stroke of luck. Maybe I'm happy I missed my tour of duty instead of missing you."
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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.
"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
She smiles. "Perhaps, but again, most of my spells are offensive." Suddenly, she grins. "Although I do have a few rather powerful ones I can cast innately."
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?"
"Well, maybe falling into that wormhole in the middle of nowhere was a stroke of luck. Maybe I'm happy I missed my tour of duty instead of missing you."
She blushes, and curls up against him. "Well aren't you the charmer..." She says, blushing still.
"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?"
"N-no... I suppose ye can stay." He continues with the preparations, showing Raphael how to properly rub the meat with the simple cocktail of spices. Despite visibly shaking and keeping an eye over his shoulder he manages to prepare the food with a deft and skillful hand.
Raphael follows along, trying to keep their space and not worry Jim. "I'm sorry, I should of told you about my shapeshifting at the beginning. Do you forgive me?"
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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."
She smiles, giggling a little. "Oh really? How so?"
"Well, maybe falling into that wormhole in the middle of nowhere was a stroke of luck. Maybe I'm happy I missed my tour of duty instead of missing you."
She blushes, and curls up against him. "Well aren't you the charmer..." She says, blushing still.
He touches his forefinger and middle finger to the bridge of his nose. "It's true to the Ibranic extent," he says.
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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.
"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
She smiles. "Perhaps, but again, most of my spells are offensive." Suddenly, she grins. "Although I do have a few rather powerful ones I can cast innately."
"Um... Do that. You probably have better judgement then me." She says, walking next to Tallia to get out of any perspective cone of fire
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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."
She smiles, giggling a little. "Oh really? How so?"
"Well, maybe falling into that wormhole in the middle of nowhere was a stroke of luck. Maybe I'm happy I missed my tour of duty instead of missing you."
She blushes, and curls up against him. "Well aren't you the charmer..." She says, blushing still.
He touches his forefinger and middle finger to the bridge of his nose. "It's true to the Ibranic extent," he says.
She giggles, and sits up, giving him a quick kiss before standing up and draining the rest of her champagne, which had been sitting practically untouched on the bar, in one go. "Unfortunately, I have someplace to be, Finn. I'll see you around though." She says with a wink before starting to head towards the door, her hips swaying tantalizingly as her robes flow around her.
"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?"
"N-no... I suppose ye can stay." He continues with the preparations, showing Raphael how to properly rub the meat with the simple cocktail of spices. Despite visibly shaking and keeping an eye over his shoulder he manages to prepare the food with a deft and skillful hand.
Raphael follows along, trying to keep their space and not worry Jim. "I'm sorry, I should of told you about my shapeshifting at the beginning. Do you forgive me?"
"Y-yeah, I's fine," he says shakily and stars searing the swordfish on a skillet, skin side down.
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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!"
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?"
"N-no... I suppose ye can stay." He continues with the preparations, showing Raphael how to properly rub the meat with the simple cocktail of spices. Despite visibly shaking and keeping an eye over his shoulder he manages to prepare the food with a deft and skillful hand.
Raphael follows along, trying to keep their space and not worry Jim. "I'm sorry, I should of told you about my shapeshifting at the beginning. Do you forgive me?"
"Y-yeah, I's fine," he says shakily and stars searing the swordfish on a skillet, skin side down.
"May I ask why you still stutter then?"
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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."
She smiles, giggling a little. "Oh really? How so?"
"Well, maybe falling into that wormhole in the middle of nowhere was a stroke of luck. Maybe I'm happy I missed my tour of duty instead of missing you."
She blushes, and curls up against him. "Well aren't you the charmer..." She says, blushing still.
He touches his forefinger and middle finger to the bridge of his nose. "It's true to the Ibranic extent," he says.
She giggles, and sits up, giving him a quick kiss before standing up and draining the rest of her champagne, which had been sitting practically untouched on the bar, in one go. "Unfortunately, I have someplace to be, Finn. I'll see you around though." She says with a wink before starting to head towards the door, her hips swaying tantalizingly as her robes flow around her.
"I certainly hope so." He walks out the back door, headed for his hammock in the woods to call it a night.
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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!"
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?"
"N-no... I suppose ye can stay." He continues with the preparations, showing Raphael how to properly rub the meat with the simple cocktail of spices. Despite visibly shaking and keeping an eye over his shoulder he manages to prepare the food with a deft and skillful hand.
Raphael follows along, trying to keep their space and not worry Jim. "I'm sorry, I should of told you about my shapeshifting at the beginning. Do you forgive me?"
"Y-yeah, I's fine," he says shakily and stars searing the swordfish on a skillet, skin side down.
"May I ask why you still stutter then?"
"Fear an adrenaline d-don't go away all that easy..."
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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?"
"Well, maybe falling into that wormhole in the middle of nowhere was a stroke of luck. Maybe I'm happy I missed my tour of duty instead of missing you."
She blushes, and curls up against him. "Well aren't you the charmer..." She says, blushing still.
He touches his forefinger and middle finger to the bridge of his nose. "It's true to the Ibranic extent," he says.
She giggles, and sits up, giving him a quick kiss before standing up and draining the rest of her champagne, which had been sitting practically untouched on the bar, in one go. "Unfortunately, I have someplace to be, Finn. I'll see you around though." She says with a wink before starting to head towards the door, her hips swaying tantalizingly as her robes flow around her.
"I certainly hope so." He walks out the back door, headed for his hammock in the woods to call it a night.
As soon as she makes the woods, she sprints towards the lake, diving in, where her form seems to melt away and a massive, winged, reptilian shape swims rapidly out into the lake, vanishing into the depths.
"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?"
"N-no... I suppose ye can stay." He continues with the preparations, showing Raphael how to properly rub the meat with the simple cocktail of spices. Despite visibly shaking and keeping an eye over his shoulder he manages to prepare the food with a deft and skillful hand.
Raphael follows along, trying to keep their space and not worry Jim. "I'm sorry, I should of told you about my shapeshifting at the beginning. Do you forgive me?"
"Y-yeah, I's fine," he says shakily and stars searing the swordfish on a skillet, skin side down.
"May I ask why you still stutter then?"
"Fear an adrenaline d-don't go away all that easy..."
"Okay... Are you sure there is nothing I can't do to help?" She asks, slicing the lemons. "oh, and we need to squeeze them for juice, right?"
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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."
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?"
"N-no... I suppose ye can stay." He continues with the preparations, showing Raphael how to properly rub the meat with the simple cocktail of spices. Despite visibly shaking and keeping an eye over his shoulder he manages to prepare the food with a deft and skillful hand.
Raphael follows along, trying to keep their space and not worry Jim. "I'm sorry, I should of told you about my shapeshifting at the beginning. Do you forgive me?"
"Y-yeah, I's fine," he says shakily and stars searing the swordfish on a skillet, skin side down.
"May I ask why you still stutter then?"
"Fear an adrenaline d-don't go away all that easy..."
"Okay... Are you sure there is nothing I can't do to help?" She asks, slicing the lemons. "oh, and we need to squeeze them for juice, right?"
"Yeh, but save that fer after they've cooked nicely." Having crisped the skin, he sets them flesh-side down on a grille, explaining that "Th' grill'll get rid o' any juice that's too much, while cooking th' fish without searin' the flesh."
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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?"
"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?"
"N-no... I suppose ye can stay." He continues with the preparations, showing Raphael how to properly rub the meat with the simple cocktail of spices. Despite visibly shaking and keeping an eye over his shoulder he manages to prepare the food with a deft and skillful hand.
Raphael follows along, trying to keep their space and not worry Jim. "I'm sorry, I should of told you about my shapeshifting at the beginning. Do you forgive me?"
"Y-yeah, I's fine," he says shakily and stars searing the swordfish on a skillet, skin side down.
"May I ask why you still stutter then?"
"Fear an adrenaline d-don't go away all that easy..."
"Okay... Are you sure there is nothing I can't do to help?" She asks, slicing the lemons. "oh, and we need to squeeze them for juice, right?"
"Yeh, but save that fer after they've cooked nicely." Having crisped the skin, he sets them flesh-side down on a grille, explaining that "Th' grill'll get rid o' any juice that's too much, while cooking th' fish without searin' the flesh."
They nod, slowly starting to understand. "And how long does it cook on the grill for?"
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"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
She smiles. "Perhaps, but again, most of my spells are offensive." Suddenly, she grins. "Although I do have a few rather powerful ones I can cast innately."
"Um... Do that. You probably have better judgement then me." She says, walking next to Tallia to get out of any perspective cone of fire
*Do you want to continue this or switch to a different set of characters?*
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"N-no... I suppose ye can stay." He continues with the preparations, showing Raphael how to properly rub the meat with the simple cocktail of spices. Despite visibly shaking and keeping an eye over his shoulder he manages to prepare the food with a deft and skillful hand.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Well, maybe falling into that wormhole in the middle of nowhere was a stroke of luck. Maybe I'm happy I missed my tour of duty instead of missing you."
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. "Perhaps, but again, most of my spells are offensive." Suddenly, she grins. "Although I do have a few rather powerful ones I can cast innately."
She blushes, and curls up against him. "Well aren't you the charmer..." She says, blushing still.
Raphael follows along, trying to keep their space and not worry Jim. "I'm sorry, I should of told you about my shapeshifting at the beginning. Do you forgive me?"
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He touches his forefinger and middle finger to the bridge of his nose. "It's true to the Ibranic extent," he says.
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... Do that. You probably have better judgement then me." She says, walking next to Tallia to get out of any perspective cone of fire
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She giggles, and sits up, giving him a quick kiss before standing up and draining the rest of her champagne, which had been sitting practically untouched on the bar, in one go. "Unfortunately, I have someplace to be, Finn. I'll see you around though." She says with a wink before starting to head towards the door, her hips swaying tantalizingly as her robes flow around her.
"Y-yeah, I's fine," he says shakily and stars searing the swordfish on a skillet, skin side down.
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"
"May I ask why you still stutter then?"
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"I certainly hope so." He walks out the back door, headed for his hammock in the woods to call it a night.
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"
"Fear an adrenaline d-don't go away all that easy..."
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"
As soon as she makes the woods, she sprints towards the lake, diving in, where her form seems to melt away and a massive, winged, reptilian shape swims rapidly out into the lake, vanishing into the depths.
"Okay... Are you sure there is nothing I can't do to help?" She asks, slicing the lemons. "oh, and we need to squeeze them for juice, right?"
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"Yeh, but save that fer after they've cooked nicely." Having crisped the skin, he sets them flesh-side down on a grille, explaining that "Th' grill'll get rid o' any juice that's too much, while cooking th' fish without searin' the flesh."
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"
*Hello literally anyone. How goes it?*
Ace is doing what he was earlier, assembling the parts of his gun: 29
Avery is drinking at a table, a map on said table
-to be filled-
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
*Alaric! It goes well! Finn decided to flirt Tallia, so you can imagine how that went, lol.*
They nod, slowly starting to understand. "And how long does it cook on the grill for?"
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*What is the map of?*
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*Do you want to continue this or switch to a different set of characters?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now