(can we restart the encounter gamer13? sorry I thought no one was online so I took my time.)
*Uhh sure*
(again sorry but here we go)
*An aarakocra of resemblance of a magpie walks into The Tavern At The End Of The World.*
Klei Farasten, a half-elf rogue, looks up from the yam he was eviscerating with his shortsword. He has a long scar over one eye, which is milky and unseeing. He has long fingers, good for cooking and/or stealing. "You're new, what's your name magpie?"
(can we restart the encounter gamer13? sorry I thought no one was online so I took my time.)
*Uhh sure*
(again sorry but here we go)
*An aarakocra of resemblance of a magpie walks into The Tavern At The End Of The World.*
Klei Farasten, a half-elf rogue, looks up from the yam he was eviscerating with his shortsword. He has a long scar over one eye, which is milky and unseeing. He has long fingers, good for cooking and/or stealing. "You're new, what's your name magpie?"
*she turns her head to him and takes a step in his direction.*
(can we restart the encounter gamer13? sorry I thought no one was online so I took my time.)
*Uhh sure*
(again sorry but here we go)
*An aarakocra of resemblance of a magpie walks into The Tavern At The End Of The World.*
Klei Farasten, a half-elf rogue, looks up from the yam he was eviscerating with his shortsword. He has a long scar over one eye, which is milky and unseeing. He has long fingers, good for cooking and/or stealing. "You're new, what's your name magpie?"
*she turns her head to him and takes a step in his direction.*
"Arrow, yours?"
"I don't own any arrows. As for knives-" He hurls a knife 30 feet across the room where it lands perfectly in the slit between two bricks in the fireplace. "-that's different. Can I get you any food? Perhaps some soup?"
(can we restart the encounter gamer13? sorry I thought no one was online so I took my time.)
*Uhh sure*
(again sorry but here we go)
*An aarakocra of resemblance of a magpie walks into The Tavern At The End Of The World.*
Klei Farasten, a half-elf rogue, looks up from the yam he was eviscerating with his shortsword. He has a long scar over one eye, which is milky and unseeing. He has long fingers, good for cooking and/or stealing. "You're new, what's your name magpie?"
*she turns her head to him and takes a step in his direction.*
"Arrow, yours?"
"I don't own any arrows. As for knives-" He hurls a knife 30 feet across the room where it lands perfectly in the slit between two bricks in the fireplace. "-that's different. Can I get you any food? Perhaps some soup?"
"My name is Arrow." She says clarifying, "I'm good on food but what you can get me is info on where in the nine hells I am."
(can we restart the encounter gamer13? sorry I thought no one was online so I took my time.)
*Uhh sure*
(again sorry but here we go)
*An aarakocra of resemblance of a magpie walks into The Tavern At The End Of The World.*
Klei Farasten, a half-elf rogue, looks up from the yam he was eviscerating with his shortsword. He has a long scar over one eye, which is milky and unseeing. He has long fingers, good for cooking and/or stealing. "You're new, what's your name magpie?"
*she turns her head to him and takes a step in his direction.*
"Arrow, yours?"
"I don't own any arrows. As for knives-" He hurls a knife 30 feet across the room where it lands perfectly in the slit between two bricks in the fireplace. "-that's different. Can I get you any food? Perhaps some soup?"
"Oh, sorry. I misunderstood, I thought you had an arrow and was asking if it was mine. I'm Klei, nice to meet you Arrow."
(can we restart the encounter gamer13? sorry I thought no one was online so I took my time.)
*Uhh sure*
(again sorry but here we go)
*An aarakocra of resemblance of a magpie walks into The Tavern At The End Of The World.*
Klei Farasten, a half-elf rogue, looks up from the yam he was eviscerating with his shortsword. He has a long scar over one eye, which is milky and unseeing. He has long fingers, good for cooking and/or stealing. "You're new, what's your name magpie?"
*she turns her head to him and takes a step in his direction.*
"Arrow, yours?"
"I don't own any arrows. As for knives-" He hurls a knife 30 feet across the room where it lands perfectly in the slit between two bricks in the fireplace. "-that's different. Can I get you any food? Perhaps some soup?"
"My name is Arrow." She says clarifying, "I'm good on food but what you can get me is info on where in the nine hells I am."
"Entropy. I'm not from here, but they pay well and I'm a good cook. Don't go too far from the tavern, there's a magic blessing that prevents you from dying. And if you're good on food," Klei's voice drops to a whisper. "I can get you information on anyone in this room. Well, almost everyone. Heh heh heh..."
(can we restart the encounter gamer13? sorry I thought no one was online so I took my time.)
*Uhh sure*
(again sorry but here we go)
*An aarakocra of resemblance of a magpie walks into The Tavern At The End Of The World.*
Klei Farasten, a half-elf rogue, looks up from the yam he was eviscerating with his shortsword. He has a long scar over one eye, which is milky and unseeing. He has long fingers, good for cooking and/or stealing. "You're new, what's your name magpie?"
*she turns her head to him and takes a step in his direction.*
"Arrow, yours?"
"I don't own any arrows. As for knives-" He hurls a knife 30 feet across the room where it lands perfectly in the slit between two bricks in the fireplace. "-that's different. Can I get you any food? Perhaps some soup?"
"Oh, sorry. I misunderstood, I thought you had an arrow and was asking if it was mine. I'm Klei, nice to meet you Arrow."
(rurrgh I missed your post I'm not used to using dndbeyond sorry. new Quote thread to help keep track g13?)
(can we restart the encounter gamer13? sorry I thought no one was online so I took my time.)
*Uhh sure*
(again sorry but here we go)
*An aarakocra of resemblance of a magpie walks into The Tavern At The End Of The World.*
Klei Farasten, a half-elf rogue, looks up from the yam he was eviscerating with his shortsword. He has a long scar over one eye, which is milky and unseeing. He has long fingers, good for cooking and/or stealing. "You're new, what's your name magpie?"
*she turns her head to him and takes a step in his direction.*
"Arrow, yours?"
"I don't own any arrows. As for knives-" He hurls a knife 30 feet across the room where it lands perfectly in the slit between two bricks in the fireplace. "-that's different. Can I get you any food? Perhaps some soup?"
"Oh, sorry. I misunderstood, I thought you had an arrow and was asking if it was mine. I'm Klei, nice to meet you Arrow."
"Yeah enough Chit-Chat, where am i?" she says impatiently.
(again sorry but here we go)
*An aarakocra of resemblance of a magpie walks into The Tavern At The End Of The World.*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Obviously. I'm asking how you know which one is my room."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Actually Thirteen doesn't use his room anymore, now that Feakor is (presumably) defeated, he spends all his time studying this world's flora/fauna.*
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.
Klei Farasten, a half-elf rogue, looks up from the yam he was eviscerating with his shortsword. He has a long scar over one eye, which is milky and unseeing. He has long fingers, good for cooking and/or stealing. "You're new, what's your name magpie?"
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 seems confused "I don't, that would be weird"
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
"You just said you were going to drop me off at my room..."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*she turns her head to him and takes a step in his direction.*
"Arrow, yours?"
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Deception: 17
"no I didnt"
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 own any arrows. As for knives-" He hurls a knife 30 feet across the room where it lands perfectly in the slit between two bricks in the fireplace. "-that's different. Can I get you any food? Perhaps some soup?"
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.
Insight:10
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Gosh darn it*
He sighs "I know what room is your's because I smell your scent coming from it"
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
"My name is Arrow." She says clarifying, "I'm good on food but what you can get me is info on where in the nine hells I am."
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Dice seem to like me.*
Silver pursed his lips, a tiny bit weirded out.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Oh, sorry. I misunderstood, I thought you had an arrow and was asking if it was mine. I'm Klei, nice to meet you Arrow."
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.
"Entropy. I'm not from here, but they pay well and I'm a good cook. Don't go too far from the tavern, there's a magic blessing that prevents you from dying. And if you're good on food," Klei's voice drops to a whisper. "I can get you information on anyone in this room. Well, almost everyone. Heh heh heh..."
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.
Sable noticed his facial expression and cursed his good sense of smell
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
(rurrgh I missed your post I'm not used to using dndbeyond sorry. new Quote thread to help keep track g13?)
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*I... already said that. YOU HURT MY FEELINGS*
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.
galax walks down to the lobby, and sits by the fire. sipping a cup of coffee
the half orc knight is at the bar, sipping a mug of ale
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Silver uncovered himself from his blanket and sat it on a nearby chair, sitting in the chair.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.