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."
She swings back upright. "I work alongside the nobles of a city near my home. They pay me, and I help protect the city from storms by diverting them away."
"Hm seems lucrative. Must've taken some time to figure out magick like that."
She laughs. "Not really. It was natural to me."
"Really? huh..." he seems very impressed. "And it took years for old Per to figure out how to banish a cloud, let alone full-on control the weather."
She giggles. "Like I said, I've got quite a few surprises."
"And like I said, I can't wait to discover them." He flips to be sitting up, "Though I probably could've guessed there was a beautiful mind behind that beautiful face."
She giggles and blushes again.
"Have you ever done any traveling?"
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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.
Avery is checking what treasure is in his newfound chest
-to be intro-ed soon-
*The only character I got is a warrior in fur cloaks sitting at the bar*
*Curses ;-;*
*Yeah, worst part you have to approach him.*
*....FU-*
*I'll see what i can manage.*
As ace enters the tavern, a newly maade firearm in his arms along with a book of notes, he walks over to where the person in fur is, absentmindedly sitting next to them and ordering a drink
A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
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."
She swings back upright. "I work alongside the nobles of a city near my home. They pay me, and I help protect the city from storms by diverting them away."
"Hm seems lucrative. Must've taken some time to figure out magick like that."
She laughs. "Not really. It was natural to me."
"Really? huh..." he seems very impressed. "And it took years for old Per to figure out how to banish a cloud, let alone full-on control the weather."
She giggles. "Like I said, I've got quite a few surprises."
"And like I said, I can't wait to discover them." He flips to be sitting up, "Though I probably could've guessed there was a beautiful mind behind that beautiful face."
A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
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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.
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."
She swings back upright. "I work alongside the nobles of a city near my home. They pay me, and I help protect the city from storms by diverting them away."
"Hm seems lucrative. Must've taken some time to figure out magick like that."
She laughs. "Not really. It was natural to me."
"Really? huh..." he seems very impressed. "And it took years for old Per to figure out how to banish a cloud, let alone full-on control the weather."
She giggles. "Like I said, I've got quite a few surprises."
"And like I said, I can't wait to discover them." He flips to be sitting up, "Though I probably could've guessed there was a beautiful mind behind that beautiful face."
She giggles and blushes again.
"Have you ever done any traveling?"
She nods. "A bit."
He smiles and says, "Lucky. The last time I stayed in one place for more than a week was when I lived at the monastery.'
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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 tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
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."
She swings back upright. "I work alongside the nobles of a city near my home. They pay me, and I help protect the city from storms by diverting them away."
"Hm seems lucrative. Must've taken some time to figure out magick like that."
She laughs. "Not really. It was natural to me."
"Really? huh..." he seems very impressed. "And it took years for old Per to figure out how to banish a cloud, let alone full-on control the weather."
She giggles. "Like I said, I've got quite a few surprises."
"And like I said, I can't wait to discover them." He flips to be sitting up, "Though I probably could've guessed there was a beautiful mind behind that beautiful face."
She giggles and blushes again.
"Have you ever done any traveling?"
She nods. "A bit."
He smiles and says, "Lucky. The last time I stayed in one place for more than a week was when I lived at the monastery.'
She scrunches her face up. "Ugghhhh... Those places are too stuff..."
Avery is checking what treasure is in his newfound chest
-to be intro-ed soon-
*The only character I got is a warrior in fur cloaks sitting at the bar*
*Curses ;-;*
*Yeah, worst part you have to approach him.*
*....FU-*
*I'll see what i can manage.*
As ace enters the tavern, a newly maade firearm in his arms along with a book of notes, he walks over to where the person in fur is, absentmindedly sitting next to them and ordering a drink
Snowfell looks up at his firearm and scoffs
hearing this, ace looks over, "have something to say?"
A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
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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.
Avery is checking what treasure is in his newfound chest
-to be intro-ed soon-
*The only character I got is a warrior in fur cloaks sitting at the bar*
*Curses ;-;*
*Yeah, worst part you have to approach him.*
*....FU-*
*I'll see what i can manage.*
As ace enters the tavern, a newly maade firearm in his arms along with a book of notes, he walks over to where the person in fur is, absentmindedly sitting next to them and ordering a drink
Snowfell looks up at his firearm and scoffs
hearing this, ace looks over, "have something to say?"
A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
He slowly nods. "You looking for someone...?" He asks cautiously.
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."
She swings back upright. "I work alongside the nobles of a city near my home. They pay me, and I help protect the city from storms by diverting them away."
"Hm seems lucrative. Must've taken some time to figure out magick like that."
She laughs. "Not really. It was natural to me."
"Really? huh..." he seems very impressed. "And it took years for old Per to figure out how to banish a cloud, let alone full-on control the weather."
She giggles. "Like I said, I've got quite a few surprises."
"And like I said, I can't wait to discover them." He flips to be sitting up, "Though I probably could've guessed there was a beautiful mind behind that beautiful face."
She giggles and blushes again.
"Have you ever done any traveling?"
She nods. "A bit."
He smiles and says, "Lucky. The last time I stayed in one place for more than a week was when I lived at the monastery.'
She scrunches her face up. "Ugghhhh... Those places are too stuff..."
He laughs a bit, lightly punches her playfully on the shoulder, and says. "Hey, don't make fun of my religion. My order really helped me out, I wouldn't be here without them. I owe them a lot for that."
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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 tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
He slowly nods. "You looking for someone...?" He asks cautiously.
"Nyet." she downs her glass of water, pulling down the scarf momentarily to drink. "Well... I suppose you could say that."
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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.
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."
She swings back upright. "I work alongside the nobles of a city near my home. They pay me, and I help protect the city from storms by diverting them away."
"Hm seems lucrative. Must've taken some time to figure out magick like that."
She laughs. "Not really. It was natural to me."
"Really? huh..." he seems very impressed. "And it took years for old Per to figure out how to banish a cloud, let alone full-on control the weather."
She giggles. "Like I said, I've got quite a few surprises."
"And like I said, I can't wait to discover them." He flips to be sitting up, "Though I probably could've guessed there was a beautiful mind behind that beautiful face."
She giggles and blushes again.
"Have you ever done any traveling?"
She nods. "A bit."
He smiles and says, "Lucky. The last time I stayed in one place for more than a week was when I lived at the monastery.'
She scrunches her face up. "Ugghhhh... Those places are too stuff..."
He laughs a bit, lightly punches her playfully on the shoulder, and says. "Hey, don't make fun of my religion. My order really helped me out, I wouldn't be here without them. I owe them a lot for that."
She giggles. "I'm not. Just don't like monasteries..."
A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
He slowly nods. "You looking for someone...?" He asks cautiously.
"Nyet." she downs her glass of water, pulling down the scarf momentarily to drink. "Well... I suppose you could say that."
A tall, slender figure walks into the tavern. Scraps of colorful cloth string from their clothing as they shut the door behind them. Their lower face is buried in a burgundy scarf, above which golden eyes peek out like lighthouses. Their skin is a beautiful chocolate color visible, only at the hands and the upper half of their face. Several golden earrings hang from each ear. Their short black hair is tied back into a tight bun with yet another strip of colorful cloth. She drums her fingers on the counter as if manipulating the strings of a baliset, and takes a seat for themselves in a corner booth. (The one that used to be Krathian's.)
Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
They sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
He orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
He slowly nods. "You looking for someone...?" He asks cautiously.
"Nyet." she downs her glass of water, pulling down the scarf momentarily to drink. "Well... I suppose you could say that."
He smiles slightly. "Hmmm..."
She glares at him. "Don't get any ideas bottom-dweller."
*He's a drow right?*
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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.
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."
She swings back upright. "I work alongside the nobles of a city near my home. They pay me, and I help protect the city from storms by diverting them away."
"Hm seems lucrative. Must've taken some time to figure out magick like that."
She laughs. "Not really. It was natural to me."
"Really? huh..." he seems very impressed. "And it took years for old Per to figure out how to banish a cloud, let alone full-on control the weather."
She giggles. "Like I said, I've got quite a few surprises."
"And like I said, I can't wait to discover them." He flips to be sitting up, "Though I probably could've guessed there was a beautiful mind behind that beautiful face."
She giggles and blushes again.
"Have you ever done any traveling?"
She nods. "A bit."
He smiles and says, "Lucky. The last time I stayed in one place for more than a week was when I lived at the monastery.'
She scrunches her face up. "Ugghhhh... Those places are too stuff..."
He laughs a bit, lightly punches her playfully on the shoulder, and says. "Hey, don't make fun of my religion. My order really helped me out, I wouldn't be here without them. I owe them a lot for that."
She giggles. "I'm not. Just don't like monasteries..."
"Is it all the rules?"
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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.
Avery is checking what treasure is in his newfound chest
-to be intro-ed soon-
*The only character I got is a warrior in fur cloaks sitting at the bar*
*Curses ;-;*
*Yeah, worst part you have to approach him.*
*....FU-*
*I'll see what i can manage.*
As ace enters the tavern, a newly maade firearm in his arms along with a book of notes, he walks over to where the person in fur is, absentmindedly sitting next to them and ordering a drink
Snowfell looks up at his firearm and scoffs
hearing this, ace looks over, "have something to say?"
"Guns are a cowards weapon."
"Only an idiot thinks that. A gun is a weapon that creates cowards, it isn't fueled by them."
"Have you ever done any traveling?"
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"
Snowfell looks up at his firearm and scoffs
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Yazrin is sitting at the bar.
She nods. "A bit."
Perdo is shooting tequila
Q'ilbrith is playing rock'em sock'em robots with a pair of tiny nimblewrights
Me new character is seated in the corner
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 sit down next to Yazrin, ordering water.
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 smiles and says, "Lucky. The last time I stayed in one place for more than a week was when I lived at the monastery.'
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 orders a glass of Feywine, and smiles faintly. "What brings you here?"
She scrunches her face up. "Ugghhhh... Those places are too stuff..."
hearing this, ace looks over, "have something to say?"
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
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"Business." they say with a thick accent that Yazrin can't quite place.
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"
"Guns are a cowards weapon."
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He slowly nods. "You looking for someone...?" He asks cautiously.
He laughs a bit, lightly punches her playfully on the shoulder, and says. "Hey, don't make fun of my religion. My order really helped me out, I wouldn't be here without them. I owe them a lot for that."
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"
"Nyet." she downs her glass of water, pulling down the scarf momentarily to drink. "Well... I suppose you could say that."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
She giggles. "I'm not. Just don't like monasteries..."
He smiles slightly. "Hmmm..."
She glares at him. "Don't get any ideas bottom-dweller."
*He's a drow right?*
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"
"Is it all the rules?"
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"
"Only an idiot thinks that. A gun is a weapon that creates cowards, it isn't fueled by them."
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