"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."
"Yes, but if one makes progress, that is progress that is made. Maybe I can't fix everything, but you got to hope."
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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."
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
try to seem threatening and show your love for our brother, I guess
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
"Nice to meet you." They say, offering a hand. "What is an 'olier'?"
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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
"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."
"Yes, but if one makes progress, that is progress that is made. Maybe I can't fix everything, but you got to hope."
"Hope got me in th' pits. Jitters got me here."
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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
try to seem threatening and show your love for our brother, I guess
"I am not. But we dont talk about that."
Ash: "Look, please? I want to keep our family together... I would own you. Um... what do you want?"
Lysander grins slightly. "Well, I guess we have a deal." Offers a hand
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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?"
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."
She smiles shyly and blushes. "I...think it's close enough..."
"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
try to seem threatening and show your love for our brother, I guess
"I am not. But we dont talk about that."
Ash: "Look, please? I want to keep our family together... I would own you. Um... what do you want?"
Lysander grins slightly. "Well, I guess we have a deal." Offers a hand
"No deals here. Just a sense of some decency. As someone with siblings working for Asmodeus, I can inform you with great confidence you are a deluded fool. The gods themselves failed to kill or depose him, how could you?"
"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."
"Yes, but if one makes progress, that is progress that is made. Maybe I can't fix everything, but you got to hope."
"Hope got me in th' pits. Jitters got me here."
They think for a second. "I'm sorry to hear that. Can I have specifics?"
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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
"Nice to meet you." They say, offering a hand. "What is an 'olier'?"
Shakes it roughly and fast, "It is the term in Old Siddish meaning 'A family of Warriors', Bounty Hunters who follow the 7 laws and the one Warrior King."
"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
try to seem threatening and show your love for our brother, I guess
"I am not. But we dont talk about that."
Ash: "Look, please? I want to keep our family together... I would own you. Um... what do you want?"
Lysander grins slightly. "Well, I guess we have a deal." Offers a hand
"No deals here. Just a sense of some decency. As someone with siblings working for Asmodeus, I can inform you with great confidence you are a deluded fool. The gods themselves failed to kill or depose him, how could you?"
"And yet Ahirman lies bleeding and dying. Look, I will accept this. Thank you for informing me."
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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
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
"Nice to meet you." They say, offering a hand. "What is an 'olier'?"
Shakes it roughly and fast, "It is the term in Old Siddish meaning 'A family of Warriors', Bounty Hunters who follow the 7 laws and the one Warrior King."
"I see... I guess I must refresh my old siddish."
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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
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."
She smiles shyly and blushes. "I...think it's close enough..."
"Alright then. Hey - I never caught what you did before you fell through the whirlpool."
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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."
"Yes, but if one makes progress, that is progress that is made. Maybe I can't fix everything, but you got to hope."
"Hope got me in th' pits. Jitters got me here."
They think for a second. "I'm sorry to hear that. Can I have specifics?"
"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."
"Yes, but if one makes progress, that is progress that is made. Maybe I can't fix everything, but you got to hope."
"Hope got me in th' pits. Jitters got me here."
They think for a second. "I'm sorry to hear that. Can I have specifics?"
He laughs half-heartedly. "If ye can remember 'em for me, sure." he takes a big swig of his beer.
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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.
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
"Nice to meet you." They say, offering a hand. "What is an 'olier'?"
Shakes it roughly and fast, "It is the term in Old Siddish meaning 'A family of Warriors', Bounty Hunters who follow the 7 laws and the one Warrior King."
"I see... I guess I must refresh my old siddish."
"It's a dead language, do not worry about it." He finishes his soup, "And whom am I talking to now?"
"Yes, but if one makes progress, that is progress that is made. Maybe I can't fix everything, but you got to hope."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I stole her hammer."
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try to seem threatening and show your love for our brother, I guess
"I am not. But we dont talk about that."
N/A
"Nice to meet you." They say, offering a hand. "What is an 'olier'?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Hope got me in th' pits. Jitters got me here."
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"
"So... you stole god's hammer - what I assume she bonks people with - and she still managed to bonk you? What's your name again?"
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: "Look, please? I want to keep our family together... I would own you. Um... what do you want?"
Lysander grins slightly. "Well, I guess we have a deal." Offers a hand
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Curses*
Ash: um... I'm going to go look for Kinsley. BRB
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She smiles shyly and blushes. "I...think it's close enough..."
"No deals here. Just a sense of some decency. As someone with siblings working for Asmodeus, I can inform you with great confidence you are a deluded fool. The gods themselves failed to kill or depose him, how could you?"
N/A
They think for a second. "I'm sorry to hear that. Can I have specifics?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Shakes it roughly and fast, "It is the term in Old Siddish meaning 'A family of Warriors', Bounty Hunters who follow the 7 laws and the one Warrior King."
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( u u)
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"And yet Ahirman lies bleeding and dying. Look, I will accept this. Thank you for informing me."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I see... I guess I must refresh my old siddish."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Alright then. Hey - I never caught what you did before you fell through the whirlpool."
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 laughs half-heartedly. "If ye can remember 'em for me, sure." he takes a big swig of his beer.
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 try something?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"It's a dead language, do not worry about it." He finishes his soup, "And whom am I talking to now?"
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Go ahead."
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"