The band is playing "One Man Band," Jack Digence is singing
Tara is chilling and listening to the music
Perdo is being driven crazy by his cats
*THE RETURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Tevelin realizes somehow that Orvar is back again. "Gotta go, Nerima. I'll be back in a little bit, hopefully!" Then Tevelin begins talking to the ring. "A lot has happened since you were away."
"Great, please catch me up."
"Well, the Emperor of the Shadowfell comes tomorrow with his undead army. I need the journal, Krathian could really help us!"
"I helped Thirteen some, and he may give his journal to us willingly, if he gets it back and Krathian can help defeat the Shadowfell invasion. He really seems scared of this Feakor guy."
"...That's great, but it's not enough to get Krathian back.*
"Then I'll go ask Thirteen for his journal, but that BETTER bring Krathian back."
"I'm afraid you fail to understand, when I say secrets, I mean secrets in great volume. It would take months to gather enough knowledge to return the ability of planar teleportation to me. It will help quite a bit, but Krathian is stuck there for a while unless he can get out by himself."
"This journal has several thousand pages of one elf's unique experience. That is probably enough to at least help stop the invasion, right?"
"I might be able to help, but like I said, Krathian and Allison are stuck short-term. That doesn't mean I'm completely useless, however. Bring me the journal, I'll see what I can do."
Tevelin sets the journal down by Orvar. "All right, now do whatever you're gonna do."
The band is playing "One Man Band," Jack Digence is singing
Tara is chilling and listening to the music
Perdo is being driven crazy by his cats
*THE RETURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Tevelin realizes somehow that Orvar is back again. "Gotta go, Nerima. I'll be back in a little bit, hopefully!" Then Tevelin begins talking to the ring. "A lot has happened since you were away."
"Great, please catch me up."
"Well, the Emperor of the Shadowfell comes tomorrow with his undead army. I need the journal, Krathian could really help us!"
"I helped Thirteen some, and he may give his journal to us willingly, if he gets it back and Krathian can help defeat the Shadowfell invasion. He really seems scared of this Feakor guy."
"...That's great, but it's not enough to get Krathian back.*
"Then I'll go ask Thirteen for his journal, but that BETTER bring Krathian back."
"I'm afraid you fail to understand, when I say secrets, I mean secrets in great volume. It would take months to gather enough knowledge to return the ability of planar teleportation to me. It will help quite a bit, but Krathian is stuck there for a while unless he can get out by himself."
"This journal has several thousand pages of one elf's unique experience. That is probably enough to at least help stop the invasion, right?"
"I might be able to help, but like I said, Krathian and Allison are stuck short-term. That doesn't mean I'm completely useless, however. Bring me the journal, I'll see what I can do."
Tevelin sets the journal down by Orvar.
"Hmmmm," the pages start flipping of their own accord, "Yes, this should do the trick." Suddenly the ring rises off the floor, and a barely visible translucent humanoid form takes shape around it, the ring in the center of its head. "I believe I should be of use this way." Orvar picks up the journal, dusts it off, and hands it back to Tevelin
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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.
The band is playing "One Man Band," Jack Digence is singing
Tara is chilling and listening to the music
Perdo is being driven crazy by his cats
*THE RETURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Tevelin realizes somehow that Orvar is back again. "Gotta go, Nerima. I'll be back in a little bit, hopefully!" Then Tevelin begins talking to the ring. "A lot has happened since you were away."
"Great, please catch me up."
"Well, the Emperor of the Shadowfell comes tomorrow with his undead army. I need the journal, Krathian could really help us!"
"I helped Thirteen some, and he may give his journal to us willingly, if he gets it back and Krathian can help defeat the Shadowfell invasion. He really seems scared of this Feakor guy."
"...That's great, but it's not enough to get Krathian back.*
"Then I'll go ask Thirteen for his journal, but that BETTER bring Krathian back."
"I'm afraid you fail to understand, when I say secrets, I mean secrets in great volume. It would take months to gather enough knowledge to return the ability of planar teleportation to me. It will help quite a bit, but Krathian is stuck there for a while unless he can get out by himself."
"This journal has several thousand pages of one elf's unique experience. That is probably enough to at least help stop the invasion, right?"
"I might be able to help, but like I said, Krathian and Allison are stuck short-term. That doesn't mean I'm completely useless, however. Bring me the journal, I'll see what I can do."
Tevelin sets the journal down by Orvar.
"Hmmmm," the pages start flipping of their own accord, "Yes, this should do the trick." Suddenly the ring rises off the floor, and a barely visible translucent humanoid form takes shape around it, the ring in the center of its head. "I believe I should be of use this way." Orvar picks up the journal, dusts it off, and hands it back to Tevelin
"Cool." Tevelin gives the journal back to Thirteen. "Now what?"
The band is playing "One Man Band," Jack Digence is singing
Tara is chilling and listening to the music
Perdo is being driven crazy by his cats
*THE RETURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Tevelin realizes somehow that Orvar is back again. "Gotta go, Nerima. I'll be back in a little bit, hopefully!" Then Tevelin begins talking to the ring. "A lot has happened since you were away."
"Great, please catch me up."
"Well, the Emperor of the Shadowfell comes tomorrow with his undead army. I need the journal, Krathian could really help us!"
"I helped Thirteen some, and he may give his journal to us willingly, if he gets it back and Krathian can help defeat the Shadowfell invasion. He really seems scared of this Feakor guy."
"...That's great, but it's not enough to get Krathian back.*
"Then I'll go ask Thirteen for his journal, but that BETTER bring Krathian back."
"I'm afraid you fail to understand, when I say secrets, I mean secrets in great volume. It would take months to gather enough knowledge to return the ability of planar teleportation to me. It will help quite a bit, but Krathian is stuck there for a while unless he can get out by himself."
"This journal has several thousand pages of one elf's unique experience. That is probably enough to at least help stop the invasion, right?"
"I might be able to help, but like I said, Krathian and Allison are stuck short-term. That doesn't mean I'm completely useless, however. Bring me the journal, I'll see what I can do."
Tevelin sets the journal down by Orvar.
"Hmmmm," the pages start flipping of their own accord, "Yes, this should do the trick." Suddenly the ring rises off the floor, and a barely visible translucent humanoid form takes shape around it, the ring in the center of its head. "I believe I should be of use this way." Orvar picks up the journal, dusts it off, and hands it back to Tevelin
"Cool." Tevelin gives the journal back to Thirteen. "Now what?"
"Now," He snaps and spectral pages start orbiting his head, flicking rapidly around and briefly stopping in front of his face, "We wait for this undead horde while I prepare the wrath of a god for them."
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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.
The band is playing "One Man Band," Jack Digence is singing
Tara is chilling and listening to the music
Perdo is being driven crazy by his cats
*THE RETURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Tevelin realizes somehow that Orvar is back again. "Gotta go, Nerima. I'll be back in a little bit, hopefully!" Then Tevelin begins talking to the ring. "A lot has happened since you were away."
"Great, please catch me up."
"Well, the Emperor of the Shadowfell comes tomorrow with his undead army. I need the journal, Krathian could really help us!"
"I helped Thirteen some, and he may give his journal to us willingly, if he gets it back and Krathian can help defeat the Shadowfell invasion. He really seems scared of this Feakor guy."
"...That's great, but it's not enough to get Krathian back.*
"Then I'll go ask Thirteen for his journal, but that BETTER bring Krathian back."
"I'm afraid you fail to understand, when I say secrets, I mean secrets in great volume. It would take months to gather enough knowledge to return the ability of planar teleportation to me. It will help quite a bit, but Krathian is stuck there for a while unless he can get out by himself."
"This journal has several thousand pages of one elf's unique experience. That is probably enough to at least help stop the invasion, right?"
"I might be able to help, but like I said, Krathian and Allison are stuck short-term. That doesn't mean I'm completely useless, however. Bring me the journal, I'll see what I can do."
Tevelin sets the journal down by Orvar.
"Hmmmm," the pages start flipping of their own accord, "Yes, this should do the trick." Suddenly the ring rises off the floor, and a barely visible translucent humanoid form takes shape around it, the ring in the center of its head. "I believe I should be of use this way." Orvar picks up the journal, dusts it off, and hands it back to Tevelin
"Cool." Tevelin gives the journal back to Thirteen. "Now what?"
"Now," He snaps and spectral pages start orbiting his head, flicking rapidly around and briefly stopping in front of his face, "We wait for this undead horde while I prepare the wrath of a god for them."
"So cool," Tevelin whispers as she runs to go board up her windows, even though she really likes getting to see outside.
The band is playing "One Man Band," Jack Digence is singing
Tara is chilling and listening to the music
Perdo is being driven crazy by his cats
*THE RETURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Tevelin realizes somehow that Orvar is back again. "Gotta go, Nerima. I'll be back in a little bit, hopefully!" Then Tevelin begins talking to the ring. "A lot has happened since you were away."
"Great, please catch me up."
"Well, the Emperor of the Shadowfell comes tomorrow with his undead army. I need the journal, Krathian could really help us!"
"I helped Thirteen some, and he may give his journal to us willingly, if he gets it back and Krathian can help defeat the Shadowfell invasion. He really seems scared of this Feakor guy."
"...That's great, but it's not enough to get Krathian back.*
"Then I'll go ask Thirteen for his journal, but that BETTER bring Krathian back."
"I'm afraid you fail to understand, when I say secrets, I mean secrets in great volume. It would take months to gather enough knowledge to return the ability of planar teleportation to me. It will help quite a bit, but Krathian is stuck there for a while unless he can get out by himself."
"This journal has several thousand pages of one elf's unique experience. That is probably enough to at least help stop the invasion, right?"
"I might be able to help, but like I said, Krathian and Allison are stuck short-term. That doesn't mean I'm completely useless, however. Bring me the journal, I'll see what I can do."
Tevelin sets the journal down by Orvar.
"Hmmmm," the pages start flipping of their own accord, "Yes, this should do the trick." Suddenly the ring rises off the floor, and a barely visible translucent humanoid form takes shape around it, the ring in the center of its head. "I believe I should be of use this way." Orvar picks up the journal, dusts it off, and hands it back to Tevelin
"Cool." Tevelin gives the journal back to Thirteen. "Now what?"
"Now," He snaps and spectral pages start orbiting his head, flicking rapidly around and briefly stopping in front of his face, "We wait for this undead horde while I prepare the wrath of a god for them."
"So cool," Tevelin whispers as she runs to go board up her windows, even though she really likes getting to see outside.
Orvar talks to her from where he's standing, not bothering to look up from his papers, "Quick question, Tevelin, I thought you flesh-walkers couldn't die at this tavern? Something about the massive wall of nothingness screwing with the forces of life and death? What's the worry, then?"
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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.
The band is playing "One Man Band," Jack Digence is singing
Tara is chilling and listening to the music
Perdo is being driven crazy by his cats
*THE RETURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Tevelin realizes somehow that Orvar is back again. "Gotta go, Nerima. I'll be back in a little bit, hopefully!" Then Tevelin begins talking to the ring. "A lot has happened since you were away."
"Great, please catch me up."
"Well, the Emperor of the Shadowfell comes tomorrow with his undead army. I need the journal, Krathian could really help us!"
"I helped Thirteen some, and he may give his journal to us willingly, if he gets it back and Krathian can help defeat the Shadowfell invasion. He really seems scared of this Feakor guy."
"...That's great, but it's not enough to get Krathian back.*
"Then I'll go ask Thirteen for his journal, but that BETTER bring Krathian back."
"I'm afraid you fail to understand, when I say secrets, I mean secrets in great volume. It would take months to gather enough knowledge to return the ability of planar teleportation to me. It will help quite a bit, but Krathian is stuck there for a while unless he can get out by himself."
"This journal has several thousand pages of one elf's unique experience. That is probably enough to at least help stop the invasion, right?"
"I might be able to help, but like I said, Krathian and Allison are stuck short-term. That doesn't mean I'm completely useless, however. Bring me the journal, I'll see what I can do."
Tevelin sets the journal down by Orvar.
"Hmmmm," the pages start flipping of their own accord, "Yes, this should do the trick." Suddenly the ring rises off the floor, and a barely visible translucent humanoid form takes shape around it, the ring in the center of its head. "I believe I should be of use this way." Orvar picks up the journal, dusts it off, and hands it back to Tevelin
"Cool." Tevelin gives the journal back to Thirteen. "Now what?"
"Now," He snaps and spectral pages start orbiting his head, flicking rapidly around and briefly stopping in front of his face, "We wait for this undead horde while I prepare the wrath of a god for them."
"So cool," Tevelin whispers as she runs to go board up her windows, even though she really likes getting to see outside.
Orvar talks to her from where he's standing, not bothering to look up from his papers, "Quick question, Tevelin, I thought you flesh-walkers couldn't die at this tavern? Something about the massive wall of nothingness screwing with the forces of life and death? What's the worry, then?"
"I don't want to be enslaved by zombies. Also, what if they just take us out of the blessing and kill us?"
Savathun wanders back inside the Tavern, eager to feed her worm.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
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"Not having to walk, its warm, comfy."
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
Tevelin sets the journal down by Orvar. "All right, now do whatever you're gonna do."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
He chuckles "i could set you down" he jokingly threatened.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Hmmmm," the pages start flipping of their own accord, "Yes, this should do the trick." Suddenly the ring rises off the floor, and a barely visible translucent humanoid form takes shape around it, the ring in the center of its head. "I believe I should be of use this way." Orvar picks up the journal, dusts it off, and hands it back to Tevelin
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"
"Cool." Tevelin gives the journal back to Thirteen. "Now what?"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"No, i forbid it." Azazel holds onto adder's arm/shoulder to prevent being put down
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
"Now," He snaps and spectral pages start orbiting his head, flicking rapidly around and briefly stopping in front of his face, "We wait for this undead horde while I prepare the wrath of a god for them."
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"
Thirteen is very nervous about the invasion, but also happy because the tavern is behind him. It's almost like having a family.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Adder chuckles and pretended to drop him before catching him again
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"So cool," Tevelin whispers as she runs to go board up her windows, even though she really likes getting to see outside.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Theren walks over to Thirteen with a map. "You alright?"
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Azazel holds onto adder more, "Don't do that!"
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
Orvar talks to her from where he's standing, not bothering to look up from his papers, "Quick question, Tevelin, I thought you flesh-walkers couldn't die at this tavern? Something about the massive wall of nothingness screwing with the forces of life and death? What's the worry, then?"
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"
Adder chuckles "sorry but its adorable how you freak out"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I don't want to be enslaved by zombies. Also, what if they just take us out of the blessing and kill us?"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Yeah. Just...worried. The last time I saw Feakor, he... told me the truth about something..."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"I swear, if it weren't for those cool glasses, i would so hit you."
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
"These glasses are pretty amazing, clever people inventing glasses." he said happily "My eyes only burn a bit but im ok"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"See, sunglasses are cool," Azazel smiles
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
Savathun wanders back inside the Tavern, eager to feed her worm.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)