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?"
"Hmm, good point."
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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?"
"Hmm, good point."
"I am well versed in death." Speaks Savathun. "May I be of assistance?"
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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.)
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?"
"Hmm, good point."
"I am well versed in death." Speaks Savathun. "May I be of assistance?"
"Sure. Tomorrow, the Emperor of the Shadowfell attacks with his army. Will you help us fight?"
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?"
"Hmm, good point."
"I am well versed in death." Speaks Savathun. "May I be of assistance?"
"Sure. Tomorrow, the Emperor of the Shadowfell attacks with his army. Will you help us fight?"
"I will. May I speak with this Emperor?"
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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.)
While Savathun is pondering, she comes across Azazel and stops for a moment or two. "What are you?"
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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.)
Thirteen is very nervous about the invasion, but also happy because the tavern is behind him. It's almost like having a family.
Theren walks over to Thirteen with a map. "You alright?"
"Yeah. Just...worried. The last time I saw Feakor, he... told me the truth about something..."
"The truth about what?"
"Who killed my parents"
Theren sits in stunned scilence.
"What is that?" Savathun asks.
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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.)
Thirteen is very nervous about the invasion, but also happy because the tavern is behind him. It's almost like having a family.
Theren walks over to Thirteen with a map. "You alright?"
"Yeah. Just...worried. The last time I saw Feakor, he... told me the truth about something..."
"The truth about what?"
"Who killed my parents"
Theren sits in stunned scilence.
"What is that?" Savathun asks.
"What is what."
"Scilence. Does it give you power? Can I sit in it, too?"
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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.)
"The truth about what?"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Hmm, good point."
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 am well versed in death." Speaks Savathun. "May I be of assistance?"
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 prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Who killed my parents"
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.
"Sure. Tomorrow, the Emperor of the Shadowfell attacks with his army. Will you help us fight?"
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 stuck out his tongue playfully "i know i am"
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 will. May I speak with this Emperor?"
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 prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Psshh, sure." Azazel pokes his face.
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
While Savathun is pondering, she comes across Azazel and stops for a moment or two. "What are you?"
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 prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
hello there
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Adder sets azazel down and opens the door for them both to get in
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
"Should i pay bus fare?" Azazel asks jokingly as he heads inside
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
galax is chilling, drinking coffee
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Theren sits in stunned scilence.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"What is that?" Savathun asks.
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 prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
i am sorry
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"What is what."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Scilence. Does it give you power? Can I sit in it, too?"
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 prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*lmao! its a typo*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Ah typo*
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde