"No.. I suppose it's fine." he pours himself a tankard of beer, "Where ye from?"
They take the fish and put in a cooler
"Elaborate? I forgot where I was born and... well I can't tell you where I was formed sadly." He says, putting the apron on the rack and shifting back to the halfling
"Where were ye before ye came t'th' tavern." he swigs his beer and sits down on the stool.
They think for a second. "A material plane know as Arzlo. My memories have been scrambled a bit. And you?"
"Toril, I think it was called."
"Cool, do you look on it foundly?"
"More 'r less. Truth is I don't really think about it all that much." he sets down his tankard. "I jus' cook and try ta ferget, or ... remember. Depends on the mood."
"I see... I apologize if you were hurt over there."
He shrugs, "No worries," which is strange coming from him, considering how much he worries, "I'm not special. Happened to mos' people I spect."
"They shouldn't... One might say it is my job to stop it..."
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Finn is walking back to the tavern from the woods, munching on an apple.
Jim is cutting up potatoes for potato soup.
*Hey INAC! Which do you want to do; Tallia/Fin or do something with my dwarf and Jim? I'm down for either.*
*Let's do Tallia/Fin for now, it looks like ima continue Jim/Raph rp w ghost.*
*Ok, no problem.*
As he's walking through the woods, he sees the tail of a black cat hanging off of a branch off to the side.
He smiles and leaps into the lower branches of the tree, scaling it quickly to the point that he's hanging from a branch looking right at what would be Tallia's back.
She leaps up to the next branch and hangs down, facing him, smiling shyly. "Hey there..." She says.
"Hi," he says, "where ya headed?"
"Nowhere." She says, a shy smile on her lips. "What about you?"
"Back to the tavern," he says, hands behind his back he flips off the trunk of the tree, grasps a nearby branch with his knees, and hangs by his legs, his face inches away from Tallia. "I don't suppose you knew you're on the trail back to my camp?"
She blushes and shakes her head. "No, I didn't..."
He chuckles, "'sfine. I'm just foolin' with you." he looks around at the situation and says, "Isn't there some song about this?"
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
clank clank Clank Clank Clank A large stomping metal noise is heard outside, getting closer and closer. A tall, maybe 8' tall figure walks in, clad in heavy armor wrapped in broken chains. All that can be seen of their skin and flesh is around their eyes. Wrinkled, scared pale skin surrounds the glowing yellow eyes, which are narrow as they get to a chair. In a raspy voice, those near can hear them say "Where.... Where is.. He?"
Lysander looks over. "Um... Who is He?"
"The devil born that looks human. Hornless one"
"As in a caimben or tielfling?"
"Tiefling."
"There are three in the tavern." Points to ash, Aovin, and Ari
"No... The hornless one"
Thinks for a second. "The guy with a pegasus?"
He nods
"Disappeared. Last thing I know, he was talking to his little sister."
"Bring her. Bring her to me"
Zaza walks up "Let me pull you aside for a bit Lysander. Nice to meet you. Ash, I am going to borrow your room. Follow me, and shut up."
A weird scarred clanky man wants to find you. Stay safe, bro. Find safety.
Ash looks confused. "Um sure."
Lysander sighs and follows Zaza.
Zaza, Ash, and Lysander are now in Ash's room
L: "Yes?"
"The guy this creepy man is trying to find and probably hurt is my Goddamn brother, and I will not have him hurt. Do not help the creepy guy. Ash, help me out here."
Lysander thinks for a second, before grinning. "Sure, but you guys own me."
Ash is kinda confused what is going on. "Um... don't be mean?"
"Own you? you mean we owe you something? No, we can stab you to death, but dont get my brother hurt. Its Anva, Ash. The hornless one is Anva. We cant get Anva hurt, can we?"
sending to Anva:[insert name since BTB is stupid] wants to find you. Seek shelter, move from current location. They are dangerous. Run. Run far-Zaza.
Ash nods no, a bit hesitant. "Sure, kill me. All I will do is come back." Thinks for a second. "All I want is Asmodues dead."
"I will not help with that. You will not get my brother dead. Are you really this soulless?"
"I don't want him dead. All I want is... well I'm desperate. Look, why is he wanted?"
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A man swaddled in fur cloaks and scale armor walks in, war paint on his face covering his eyes and the middle of his nose. At his side sits two short swords. On his finger a ring in the shape of a wolf. On his shoulder the image of a paw. His hair is braided on both sides and reaches to his shoulder blades. As he walks towards the bar a small black husky becomes visible following behind him dressed in leather armor. Taking a seat he orders a bowl of soup and then begins eating in silence, not making eye contact with anyone, or generally giving the impression that he isn't a very happy person.
Finn is walking back to the tavern from the woods, munching on an apple.
Jim is cutting up potatoes for potato soup.
*Hey INAC! Which do you want to do; Tallia/Fin or do something with my dwarf and Jim? I'm down for either.*
*Let's do Tallia/Fin for now, it looks like ima continue Jim/Raph rp w ghost.*
*Ok, no problem.*
As he's walking through the woods, he sees the tail of a black cat hanging off of a branch off to the side.
He smiles and leaps into the lower branches of the tree, scaling it quickly to the point that he's hanging from a branch looking right at what would be Tallia's back.
She leaps up to the next branch and hangs down, facing him, smiling shyly. "Hey there..." She says.
"Hi," he says, "where ya headed?"
"Nowhere." She says, a shy smile on her lips. "What about you?"
"Back to the tavern," he says, hands behind his back he flips off the trunk of the tree, grasps a nearby branch with his knees, and hangs by his legs, his face inches away from Tallia. "I don't suppose you knew you're on the trail back to my camp?"
She blushes and shakes her head. "No, I didn't..."
He chuckles, "'sfine. I'm just foolin' with you." he looks around at the situation and says, "Isn't there some song about this?"
She blinks and blushes. "I...think there might be...but we're supposed to sitting, not hanging." She says with a giggle.
A man swaddled in fur cloaks and scale armor walks in, war paint on his face covering his eyes and the middle of his nose. At his side sits two short swords. On his finger a ring in the shape of a wolf. On his shoulder the image of a paw. His hair is braided on both sides and reaches to his shoulder blades. As he walks towards the bar a small black husky becomes visible following behind him dressed in leather armor. Taking a seat he orders a bowl of soup and then begins eating in silence, not making eye contact with anyone, or generally giving the impression that he isn't a very happy person.
Lysander waves. "Who might you be?"
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"I don't want him dead. All I want is... well I'm desperate. Look, why is he wanted?"
"My brother was sold to an archdevil at age fourteen. He is broken. And he must have done something. I can support you in small things later on, but you need to be a cruel maniac to get my brother killed. I met him for the first time in ten years yesterday. Dont make it be the last."
Finn is walking back to the tavern from the woods, munching on an apple.
Jim is cutting up potatoes for potato soup.
*Hey INAC! Which do you want to do; Tallia/Fin or do something with my dwarf and Jim? I'm down for either.*
*Let's do Tallia/Fin for now, it looks like ima continue Jim/Raph rp w ghost.*
*Ok, no problem.*
As he's walking through the woods, he sees the tail of a black cat hanging off of a branch off to the side.
He smiles and leaps into the lower branches of the tree, scaling it quickly to the point that he's hanging from a branch looking right at what would be Tallia's back.
She leaps up to the next branch and hangs down, facing him, smiling shyly. "Hey there..." She says.
"Hi," he says, "where ya headed?"
"Nowhere." She says, a shy smile on her lips. "What about you?"
"Back to the tavern," he says, hands behind his back he flips off the trunk of the tree, grasps a nearby branch with his knees, and hangs by his legs, his face inches away from Tallia. "I don't suppose you knew you're on the trail back to my camp?"
She blushes and shakes her head. "No, I didn't..."
He chuckles, "'sfine. I'm just foolin' with you." he looks around at the situation and says, "Isn't there some song about this?"
She blinks and blushes. "I...think there might be...but we're supposed to sitting, not hanging." She says with a giggle.
He upside-down shrugs. "Close enough... unless you want to be closer."
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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.
"No.. I suppose it's fine." he pours himself a tankard of beer, "Where ye from?"
They take the fish and put in a cooler
"Elaborate? I forgot where I was born and... well I can't tell you where I was formed sadly." He says, putting the apron on the rack and shifting back to the halfling
"Where were ye before ye came t'th' tavern." he swigs his beer and sits down on the stool.
They think for a second. "A material plane know as Arzlo. My memories have been scrambled a bit. And you?"
"Toril, I think it was called."
"Cool, do you look on it foundly?"
"More 'r less. Truth is I don't really think about it all that much." he sets down his tankard. "I jus' cook and try ta ferget, or ... remember. Depends on the mood."
"I see... I apologize if you were hurt over there."
He shrugs, "No worries," which is strange coming from him, considering how much he worries, "I'm not special. Happened to mos' people I spect."
"They shouldn't... One might say it is my job to stop it..."
"I pray fer any man or beast 'at thinks 'e can fix the planes. It jes plain an simple doesn't work."
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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.
"I don't want him dead. All I want is... well I'm desperate. Look, why is he wanted?"
"My brother was sold to an archdevil at age fourteen. He is broken. And he must have done something. I can support you in small things later on, but you need to be a cruel maniac to get my brother killed. I met him for the first time in ten years yesterday. Dont make it be the last."
Thinks for a second. "A possible deal. After all, one might suspect you are also in dealings with devils."
Ash: Um... Do you want me to speak? I... I don't want to be irritating
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A man swaddled in fur cloaks and scale armor walks in, war paint on his face covering his eyes and the middle of his nose. At his side sits two short swords. On his finger a ring in the shape of a wolf. On his shoulder the image of a paw. His hair is braided on both sides and reaches to his shoulder blades. As he walks towards the bar a small black husky becomes visible following behind him dressed in leather armor. Taking a seat he orders a bowl of soup and then begins eating in silence, not making eye contact with anyone, or generally giving the impression that he isn't a very happy person.
Lysander waves. "Who might you be?"
Just stares at Lysander, "I am Snowfell the Olier." and resumes eating his soup
"They shouldn't... One might say it is my job to stop it..."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He chuckles, "'sfine. I'm just foolin' with you." he looks around at the situation and says, "Isn't there some song about this?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
He hooks a thumb back over his shoulder. "This way, follow me."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"I don't want him dead. All I want is... well I'm desperate. Look, why is he wanted?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A man swaddled in fur cloaks and scale armor walks in, war paint on his face covering his eyes and the middle of his nose. At his side sits two short swords. On his finger a ring in the shape of a wolf. On his shoulder the image of a paw. His hair is braided on both sides and reaches to his shoulder blades. As he walks towards the bar a small black husky becomes visible following behind him dressed in leather armor. Taking a seat he orders a bowl of soup and then begins eating in silence, not making eye contact with anyone, or generally giving the impression that he isn't a very happy person.
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She blinks and blushes. "I...think there might be...but we're supposed to sitting, not hanging." She says with a giggle.
*Maybe? Assume a kinda.*
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Lysander waves. "Who might you be?"
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"Noice!" Crazy Ferret joins the party
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*Got it*
"Sorry I don't have all the answers."
*Locate creature?*
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"My brother was sold to an archdevil at age fourteen. He is broken. And he must have done something. I can support you in small things later on, but you need to be a cruel maniac to get my brother killed. I met him for the first time in ten years yesterday. Dont make it be the last."
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"Ugh, useless. Listen do at least know which cleric maybe a list or something?"
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"One of the earlier ones... Or maybe with Caleb. He... he was staying with Caleb and I had a time of rest."
*Locate creature?*
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He upside-down shrugs. "Close enough... unless you want to be closer."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"I pray fer any man or beast 'at thinks 'e can fix the planes. It jes plain an simple doesn't work."
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"
*Sure*
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Thinks for a second. "A possible deal. After all, one might suspect you are also in dealings with devils."
Ash: Um... Do you want me to speak? I... I don't want to be irritating
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*Does it say where Kinsley is?*
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Finn nods and starts leading him back to his camp. "So... why did god bonk 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"
Just stares at Lysander, "I am Snowfell the Olier." and resumes eating his soup
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