"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?"
"Check it at three ta four minutes." he says, then continues to mumble, "Leas' that's what they tell me, I just sing Hanging Old Bullfrog twice."
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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
*Do you want to continue this or switch to a different set of characters?*
*Sorry, got a little carried away/forgot*
She chuckles and turns back to the lake. A few seconds later, after some intense concentration on her part, a powerful, violent storm appears over the lake.
"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?"
"Check it at three ta four minutes." he says, then continues to mumble, "Leas' that's what they tell me, I just sing Hanging Old Bullfrog twice."
"I have not heard that song. Mind teaching it to me?"
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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."
They nod, slowly starting to understand. "And how long does it cook on the grill for?"
"Check it at three ta four minutes." he says, then continues to mumble, "Leas' that's what they tell me, I just sing Hanging Old Bullfrog twice."
"I have not heard that song. Mind teaching it to me?"
He sings the tune, which is strangely deep, guttural, and about as folksy as you would expect, with all the gentle subtlety of the brothers Grimm. It lasts about a minute and a half.
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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
*Do you want to continue this or switch to a different set of characters?*
*Sorry, got a little carried away/forgot*
She chuckles and turns back to the lake. A few seconds later, after some intense concentration on her part, a powerful, violent storm appears over the lake.
Ash runs over to a tree, peaking out while holding on for dear life
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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."
They nod, slowly starting to understand. "And how long does it cook on the grill for?"
"Check it at three ta four minutes." he says, then continues to mumble, "Leas' that's what they tell me, I just sing Hanging Old Bullfrog twice."
"I have not heard that song. Mind teaching it to me?"
He sings the tune, which is strangely deep, guttural, and about as folksy as you would expect, with all the gentle subtlety of the brothers Grimm. It lasts about a minute and a half.
Raphael nods, attempting to sing it the second time, with their own embellishments added in
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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?*
*Sorry, got a little carried away/forgot*
She chuckles and turns back to the lake. A few seconds later, after some intense concentration on her part, a powerful, violent storm appears over the lake.
Ash runs over to a tree, peaking out while holding on for dear life
Tallia seems to enjoy the storm, which is fully under her control, smiling a bit even.
*FYI, she just used one of her 3 1/day innate spells. Storm of Vengeance in this case*
"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?"
"Check it at three ta four minutes." he says, then continues to mumble, "Leas' that's what they tell me, I just sing Hanging Old Bullfrog twice."
"I have not heard that song. Mind teaching it to me?"
He sings the tune, which is strangely deep, guttural, and about as folksy as you would expect, with all the gentle subtlety of the brothers Grimm. It lasts about a minute and a half.
Raphael nods, attempting to sing it the second time, with their own embellishments added in
He listens to Raphael's rendition, and nods "Sounds 'bout right." He begins to check on the feesh.
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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.
Ace is doing what he was earlier, assembling the parts of his gun: 20
Avery is drinking at a table, a map on said table
-to be filled-
*Alaric! It goes well! Finn decided to flirt Tallia, so you can imagine how that went, lol.*
*Oh ho, tallia got a new 'playmate'?*
*Also thats good, i've been doing good today too, went on a trip with ma fam*
*Oh, she's definitely playing with him... And in just the way he wants, but it won't always be... Hehehehe.*
*Nice! Where to?*
*Nice lol.* *Honestly, its hard to come up with characters that can mess with tallia, i've found that after ace, not many stuck (or in kieran's case were just not suited to the tavern)*
*Went to an apple orchard, then lunch, then we went to see thor love and thunder :3. Great time, decent movie(would be better if longer), *
"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?*
*Sorry, got a little carried away/forgot*
She chuckles and turns back to the lake. A few seconds later, after some intense concentration on her part, a powerful, violent storm appears over the lake.
Ash runs over to a tree, peaking out while holding on for dear life
Tallia seems to enjoy the storm, which is fully under her control, smiling a bit even.
*FYI, she just used one of her 3 1/day innate spells. Storm of Vengeance in this case*
Ash is about to try to smile back, but remembers that Tallia is fine with Ash being the way they are... hopefully... probably...
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Ace is doing what he was earlier, assembling the parts of his gun: 20
Avery is drinking at a table, a map on said table
-to be filled-
*Alaric! It goes well! Finn decided to flirt Tallia, so you can imagine how that went, lol.*
*Oh ho, tallia got a new 'playmate'?*
*Also thats good, i've been doing good today too, went on a trip with ma fam*
*Oh, she's definitely playing with him... And in just the way he wants, but it won't always be... Hehehehe.*
*Nice! Where to?*
*Nice lol.* *Honestly, its hard to come up with characters that can mess with tallia, i've found that after ace, not many stuck (or in kieran's case were just not suited to the tavern)*
*Went to an apple orchard, then lunch, then we went to see thor love and thunder :3. Great time, decent movie(would be better if longer), *
*Yeah, Kieran was a nice idea, and will probably last if you re-intro him when everyone comes back online.*
*Sounds like a blast. It's been years since we went to an apple orchard...*
"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?"
"Check it at three ta four minutes." he says, then continues to mumble, "Leas' that's what they tell me, I just sing Hanging Old Bullfrog twice."
"I have not heard that song. Mind teaching it to me?"
He sings the tune, which is strangely deep, guttural, and about as folksy as you would expect, with all the gentle subtlety of the brothers Grimm. It lasts about a minute and a half.
Raphael nods, attempting to sing it the second time, with their own embellishments added in
He listens to Raphael's rendition, and nods "Sounds 'bout right." He begins to check on the feesh.
"Thank you." Raphael says, watching him check. "Calmed down?"
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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?*
*Sorry, got a little carried away/forgot*
She chuckles and turns back to the lake. A few seconds later, after some intense concentration on her part, a powerful, violent storm appears over the lake.
Ash runs over to a tree, peaking out while holding on for dear life
Tallia seems to enjoy the storm, which is fully under her control, smiling a bit even.
*FYI, she just used one of her 3 1/day innate spells. Storm of Vengeance in this case*
Ash is about to try to smile back, but remembers that Tallia is fine with Ash being the way they are... hopefully... probably...
She chuckles before she notices how terrified Ash is, and let's go of the spell, the storm dissipating rather quickly.
"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?"
"Check it at three ta four minutes." he says, then continues to mumble, "Leas' that's what they tell me, I just sing Hanging Old Bullfrog twice."
"I have not heard that song. Mind teaching it to me?"
He sings the tune, which is strangely deep, guttural, and about as folksy as you would expect, with all the gentle subtlety of the brothers Grimm. It lasts about a minute and a half.
Raphael nods, attempting to sing it the second time, with their own embellishments added in
He listens to Raphael's rendition, and nods "Sounds 'bout right." He begins to check on the feesh.
"Thank you." Raphael says, watching him check. "Calmed down?"
"A bit, yeh." He takes the fish slabs off the grill and dishes them up on another wooden slab, slicing the tender meat neatly. "Now bring the lemon."
*Have you seen mah leymons?
I wahn mah leymons.*
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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.
Ace is doing what he was earlier, assembling the parts of his gun: 20
Avery is drinking at a table, a map on said table
-to be filled-
*Alaric! It goes well! Finn decided to flirt Tallia, so you can imagine how that went, lol.*
*Oh ho, tallia got a new 'playmate'?*
*Also thats good, i've been doing good today too, went on a trip with ma fam*
*Oh, she's definitely playing with him... And in just the way he wants, but it won't always be... Hehehehe.*
*Nice! Where to?*
*Nice lol.* *Honestly, its hard to come up with characters that can mess with tallia, i've found that after ace, not many stuck (or in kieran's case were just not suited to the tavern)*
*Went to an apple orchard, then lunch, then we went to see thor love and thunder :3. Great time, decent movie(would be better if longer), *
*Yeah, Kieran was a nice idea, and will probably last if you re-intro him when everyone comes back online.*
*Sounds like a blast. It's been years since we went to an apple orchard...*
*Meh, hard to play the manipulative types. But yeah, i may try it some time.*
*It was pretty cool. Had some apple products, sweets, pastrys, etc.*
"Check it at three ta four minutes." he says, then continues to mumble, "Leas' that's what they tell me, I just sing Hanging Old Bullfrog twice."
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"
*Sorry, got a little carried away/forgot*
She chuckles and turns back to the lake. A few seconds later, after some intense concentration on her part, a powerful, violent storm appears over the lake.
"I have not heard that song. Mind teaching it to me?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Oh ho, tallia got a new 'playmate'?*
*Also thats good, i've been doing good today too, went on a trip with ma fam*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He sings the tune, which is strangely deep, guttural, and about as folksy as you would expect, with all the gentle subtlety of the brothers Grimm. It lasts about a minute and a half.
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"
Ash runs over to a tree, peaking out while holding on for dear life
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Raphael nods, attempting to sing it the second time, with their own embellishments added in
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Oh, she's definitely playing with him... And in just the way he wants, but it won't always be... Hehehehe.*
*Nice! Where to?*
Tallia seems to enjoy the storm, which is fully under her control, smiling a bit even.
*FYI, she just used one of her 3 1/day innate spells. Storm of Vengeance in this case*
He listens to Raphael's rendition, and nods "Sounds 'bout right." He begins to check on the feesh.
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"
*Nice lol.* *Honestly, its hard to come up with characters that can mess with tallia, i've found that after ace, not many stuck (or in kieran's case were just not suited to the tavern)*
*Went to an apple orchard, then lunch, then we went to see thor love and thunder :3. Great time, decent movie(would be better if longer), *
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
Ash is about to try to smile back, but remembers that Tallia is fine with Ash being the way they are... hopefully... probably...
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Yeah, Kieran was a nice idea, and will probably last if you re-intro him when everyone comes back online.*
*Sounds like a blast. It's been years since we went to an apple orchard...*
"Thank you." Raphael says, watching him check. "Calmed down?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She chuckles before she notices how terrified Ash is, and let's go of the spell, the storm dissipating rather quickly.
"A bit, yeh." He takes the fish slabs off the grill and dishes them up on another wooden slab, slicing the tender meat neatly. "Now bring the lemon."
*Have you seen mah leymons?
I wahn mah leymons.*
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"
They nod, doing so. "I didn't have time to juice them sadly."
*Um... Okay?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Asdfmovie reference. idk man I'm tired.*
"It's fine, jes squeeze 'em right over th' fish."
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"
*Meh, hard to play the manipulative types. But yeah, i may try it some time.*
*It was pretty cool. Had some apple products, sweets, pastrys, etc.*
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
*ah, got it*
They nod, doing so. "Shall I rub it in or something?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now