*Hello! I fear for Klei greatly. Poor guy can't catch a break...*
Thirteen is arranging Arrow to capture Savuthan for... some reason.
Tevelin is shooting arrows at things.
Klei is hiding in the kitchen in the present, and not stabbing Poppy in the past.
Ettor wakes up, yanws, stretches, then chuckles as he turns invisible and enters the kitchen.
*Does he open the door, or does he pass through magically?"
*Magically, so that Klei shouldn't notice just yet.... it's time for some fun. :)*
The kitchen resembles a regular kitchen, and Klei stands in one corner. He looks terrified and sleep deprived, holding a javelin loosely.
Ettor invisibly smiles and levitates up into the darkness of the rafters, then heads over to above Klei, where he's practically invisible even without being invisible. He sits there for a bit, thinking. He smiles and makes an illusion of something dark shifting around the corner of one of the counters.
"Huh!?" Klei seemed to be dozing off, now he jumps up and points the javelin in the corner. "Who's there??"
Ettor makes a sound illusion of the floor creaking unnaturally.
Klei begins pointing the javelin in random directions, looking near the brink of insanity.
Ettor holds in a chuckle. A ball of darkness appears in the middle of the room.
"Wh-what the heck is that??" Klei hurtles the javelin at the thing.
It passes through and goes out the other side, covered in some sort of black slime. An evil-sounding chuckle echoes throughout the room as the floor starts shifting, looking as though it was a mirage, and tentacles starts coming from the rafters.
"[1GP]! Oh yeah, stupid blessing. Also AAAAAHHHHH!!!! [1GP]!!!" Klei huddles into the corner, hyperventilating.
Suddenly, everything disappears and goes back to normal, except for the javelin, it still had black slime on it, and Ettor started cackling loudly from his spot in the rafters.
Klei doesn't do anything, he seems to be traumatized and doesn't move, his face hidden in his hands.
A hand covered in a clawed gauntlet appears on his shoulder.
*Ettor's description in case you don't know the specifics of it.*
Clothing: A black leather unbuttoned trench coat, no shirt, baggy black leather pants held up by a chain, and a pair of boots that look like combat boots. A pair of clawed gauntlets on both of his hands.
Features: Pale skin, dark crimson irises, Messy hair (like a bedhead), the color of his hair is inky black.
Nobody thought Klei could scream any louder, but he did. "AAAH I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! I'LL LEAVE FOREVER IF YOU WANT, JUST PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!!!!"
Ettor chuckled and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Hello. I'm no killer, so quit screaming."
"Okay..." Klei whispers. The speed of his heart could power NYC for several centuries.
Ettor chuckled again and pat his head. "Good boy! Now, chill out, I was just messing with you."
Klei would yell at Ettor, but he's too scared of Ettor to do anything but continue being filled with fear.
"I think you should calm down." *Make a wis save of 17, plz. Fail, he calms down.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Orvar is writing a treatise on existential philosophy
Jim is petting Scrum and taking a nap in one of the booths
Tara is knocking back shots and getting relaxed
*Description from her intro yesterday*
A 5'10 woman walks in, looking around with a very jovial/inquisitive facial expression. She has a mixture of different types of clothing, it seems both expensive and cheap somehow, comfortable but restricting at the same time. *Not bothering with specifics, enjoy you imagination on that bit* Her hair was long, messy, and very wild. A bit of it hung over the left half of her face, hiding it. It was chocolate brown, with streaks of various colors running through it occasionally. Her right eye was emerald green, and she had a tattoo of a club (like from a card set) on her cheek below her eye. Her skin was a very healthy color, and seemed natural, with no makeup. She looked around for a bit before walking over to a table and pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them.
Ace approaches Tara, shuffling some cards in her hands and smiling.
"Hella miss" says Tara before knocking back another shot and passing one to Ace.
Ace accepted the shot and knocked it back as well."Hello. You seem like you'd like to play a game."
"I'm down fer it, depends on th game"
She chuckled and set the cards down on the table. "Whatever gambling game you want, babe."
"Heh, babe. 'S been a long *hic* time since anyun's called me that." She chuckles and leans back against the bar. "Aright, how about a game o' thirty-one."
She smiled. "Wonderful choice!" She grabs her deck and starts shuffling it. "How mush would you like to bet?"
She opens a pocket and throws a small pouch onto the table. "Abou' that much."
She looked at it and shrugged."Yep, that's fine." She poured the gold out and counted it, then got an equal amount out and put it in the pile. "Alright, time to deal." She dealt the cards.
*Roll 1d10 3 times and a 1d4, the 1d4 is to determine if a 10 is an 11, if you get it. 1-3 not, 4 it is.*
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She looked at the cards. "Hm... 21 for me, 12 for you. Wanna trade some, or get right to the showdown?" Ace studied Tara to gauge how confident she was. Insight: 24
She seems pretty nervous but is hiding it well. Ace can just barely tell.
"I'll trade." She swaps out her 2 for a 9
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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 5'10 woman walks in, looking around with a very jovial/inquisitive facial expression. She has a mixture of different types of clothing, it seems both expensive and cheap somehow, comfortable but restricting at the same time. *Not bothering with specifics, enjoy you imagination on that bit* Her hair was long, messy, and very wild. A bit of it hung over the left half of her face, hiding it. It was chocolate brown, with streaks of various colors running through it occasionally. Her right eye was emerald green, and she had a tattoo of a club (like from a card set) on her cheek below her eye. Her skin was a very healthy color, and seemed natural, with no makeup. She looked around for a bit before walking over to a table and pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them.
The woman politely claps from her spot against the wall of the tavern.
Aedwolf looks up,moondrop is on his shoulder *Moondrop is a white mouse* "Oh, hi,thank's for the applause."
She smiled and subtly nodded her head. She rolled up her sleeves and held up a card, then flicked her hands. The card had disappeared.
"Nice card trick,what's your name? I'm aedwolf, this is moondrop." He points to moondrop,who is on his shoulder.
She got up and walked over, taking his hand and shaking it. "You can call me Ace, baby. That's all you need to know for now, m'kay?" When she retracted her hand, the card was suddenly in Aedwolf's hand.
Aedwolf looks down at his hand:"Nice to meet you ace,are card tricks your thing?"
"Not exclusively, I'm a gambler." The card in his hand was an Ace of Spades. "Though I can do a lot of things as well."
"Huh, you gamble professionally or as a 'hobby'?"
She chuckled. "Both, baby. Whenever I want."
"Huh,sounds like an interesting life,personally I don't gamble."
"Why not? It's the best thing."
"I've got to much money to spend going broke, I don't like living in poverty, it's not fun,speaking from experience."
"You just gotta read people, hon. I've gambled for my whole life, and I haven't lost a game since I was 12."
"Seems your luck hasn't run out just yet."
She winked (or did she blink? Who knows...) and smiled. "My luck will never run out. How'd you like a game?"
"I'll think on it."
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Orvar is writing a treatise on existential philosophy
Jim is petting Scrum and taking a nap in one of the booths
Tara is knocking back shots and getting relaxed
*Description from her intro yesterday*
A 5'10 woman walks in, looking around with a very jovial/inquisitive facial expression. She has a mixture of different types of clothing, it seems both expensive and cheap somehow, comfortable but restricting at the same time. *Not bothering with specifics, enjoy you imagination on that bit* Her hair was long, messy, and very wild. A bit of it hung over the left half of her face, hiding it. It was chocolate brown, with streaks of various colors running through it occasionally. Her right eye was emerald green, and she had a tattoo of a club (like from a card set) on her cheek below her eye. Her skin was a very healthy color, and seemed natural, with no makeup. She looked around for a bit before walking over to a table and pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them.
Ace approaches Tara, shuffling some cards in her hands and smiling.
"Hella miss" says Tara before knocking back another shot and passing one to Ace.
Ace accepted the shot and knocked it back as well."Hello. You seem like you'd like to play a game."
"I'm down fer it, depends on th game"
She chuckled and set the cards down on the table. "Whatever gambling game you want, babe."
"Heh, babe. 'S been a long *hic* time since anyun's called me that." She chuckles and leans back against the bar. "Aright, how about a game o' thirty-one."
She smiled. "Wonderful choice!" She grabs her deck and starts shuffling it. "How mush would you like to bet?"
She opens a pocket and throws a small pouch onto the table. "Abou' that much."
She looked at it and shrugged."Yep, that's fine." She poured the gold out and counted it, then got an equal amount out and put it in the pile. "Alright, time to deal." She dealt the cards.
*Roll 1d10 3 times and a 1d4, the 1d4 is to determine if a 10 is an 11, if you get it. 1-3 not, 4 it is.*
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She looked at the cards. "Hm... 21 for me, 12 for you. Wanna trade some, or get right to the showdown?" Ace studied Tara to gauge how confident she was. Insight: 24
She seems pretty nervous but is hiding it well. Ace can just barely tell.
"I'll trade." She swaps out her 2 for a 9
"Now you're at 19." She smiled. "I think I'll trade, too." She trades her 8 for a 6 *In case of a 10* 3
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Arrows walking around the main lobby with a new staff like she looking for someone.
galax waves arrow over "looks like you are looking for someone, and i saw thirteen went up to your room. Whats the job?"
She walks over with a silver staff in witch the top end mends around blue magic leaving the top open. "looking for Savuthan." *Only Klei Knows Arrow's name through normal means btw*
A 5'10 woman walks in, looking around with a very jovial/inquisitive facial expression. She has a mixture of different types of clothing, it seems both expensive and cheap somehow, comfortable but restricting at the same time. *Not bothering with specifics, enjoy you imagination on that bit* Her hair was long, messy, and very wild. A bit of it hung over the left half of her face, hiding it. It was chocolate brown, with streaks of various colors running through it occasionally. Her right eye was emerald green, and she had a tattoo of a club (like from a card set) on her cheek below her eye. Her skin was a very healthy color, and seemed natural, with no makeup. She looked around for a bit before walking over to a table and pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them.
The woman politely claps from her spot against the wall of the tavern.
Aedwolf looks up,moondrop is on his shoulder *Moondrop is a white mouse* "Oh, hi,thank's for the applause."
She smiled and subtly nodded her head. She rolled up her sleeves and held up a card, then flicked her hands. The card had disappeared.
"Nice card trick,what's your name? I'm aedwolf, this is moondrop." He points to moondrop,who is on his shoulder.
She got up and walked over, taking his hand and shaking it. "You can call me Ace, baby. That's all you need to know for now, m'kay?" When she retracted her hand, the card was suddenly in Aedwolf's hand.
Aedwolf looks down at his hand:"Nice to meet you ace,are card tricks your thing?"
"Not exclusively, I'm a gambler." The card in his hand was an Ace of Spades. "Though I can do a lot of things as well."
"Huh, you gamble professionally or as a 'hobby'?"
She chuckled. "Both, baby. Whenever I want."
"Huh,sounds like an interesting life,personally I don't gamble."
"Why not? It's the best thing."
"I've got to much money to spend going broke, I don't like living in poverty, it's not fun,speaking from experience."
"You just gotta read people, hon. I've gambled for my whole life, and I haven't lost a game since I was 12."
"Seems your luck hasn't run out just yet."
She winked (or did she blink? Who knows...) and smiled. "My luck will never run out. How'd you like a game?"
"I'll think on it."
"Oh, come on, games are so much fun. Doesn't just one sound nice?" Persuasion: 15
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Hello! I fear for Klei greatly. Poor guy can't catch a break...*
Thirteen is arranging Arrow to capture Savuthan for... some reason.
Tevelin is shooting arrows at things.
Klei is hiding in the kitchen in the present, and not stabbing Poppy in the past.
Ettor wakes up, yanws, stretches, then chuckles as he turns invisible and enters the kitchen.
*Does he open the door, or does he pass through magically?"
*Magically, so that Klei shouldn't notice just yet.... it's time for some fun. :)*
The kitchen resembles a regular kitchen, and Klei stands in one corner. He looks terrified and sleep deprived, holding a javelin loosely.
Ettor invisibly smiles and levitates up into the darkness of the rafters, then heads over to above Klei, where he's practically invisible even without being invisible. He sits there for a bit, thinking. He smiles and makes an illusion of something dark shifting around the corner of one of the counters.
"Huh!?" Klei seemed to be dozing off, now he jumps up and points the javelin in the corner. "Who's there??"
Ettor makes a sound illusion of the floor creaking unnaturally.
Klei begins pointing the javelin in random directions, looking near the brink of insanity.
Ettor holds in a chuckle. A ball of darkness appears in the middle of the room.
"Wh-what the heck is that??" Klei hurtles the javelin at the thing.
It passes through and goes out the other side, covered in some sort of black slime. An evil-sounding chuckle echoes throughout the room as the floor starts shifting, looking as though it was a mirage, and tentacles starts coming from the rafters.
"[1GP]! Oh yeah, stupid blessing. Also AAAAAHHHHH!!!! [1GP]!!!" Klei huddles into the corner, hyperventilating.
Suddenly, everything disappears and goes back to normal, except for the javelin, it still had black slime on it, and Ettor started cackling loudly from his spot in the rafters.
Klei doesn't do anything, he seems to be traumatized and doesn't move, his face hidden in his hands.
A hand covered in a clawed gauntlet appears on his shoulder.
*Ettor's description in case you don't know the specifics of it.*
Clothing: A black leather unbuttoned trench coat, no shirt, baggy black leather pants held up by a chain, and a pair of boots that look like combat boots. A pair of clawed gauntlets on both of his hands.
Features: Pale skin, dark crimson irises, Messy hair (like a bedhead), the color of his hair is inky black.
Nobody thought Klei could scream any louder, but he did. "AAAH I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! I'LL LEAVE FOREVER IF YOU WANT, JUST PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!!!!"
Ettor chuckled and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Hello. I'm no killer, so quit screaming."
"Okay..." Klei whispers. The speed of his heart could power NYC for several centuries.
Ettor chuckled again and pat his head. "Good boy! Now, chill out, I was just messing with you."
Klei would yell at Ettor, but he's too scared of Ettor to do anything but continue being filled with fear.
"I think you should calm down." *Make a wis save of 17, plz. Fail, he calms down.*
Orvar is writing a treatise on existential philosophy
Jim is petting Scrum and taking a nap in one of the booths
Tara is knocking back shots and getting relaxed
*Description from her intro yesterday*
A 5'10 woman walks in, looking around with a very jovial/inquisitive facial expression. She has a mixture of different types of clothing, it seems both expensive and cheap somehow, comfortable but restricting at the same time. *Not bothering with specifics, enjoy you imagination on that bit* Her hair was long, messy, and very wild. A bit of it hung over the left half of her face, hiding it. It was chocolate brown, with streaks of various colors running through it occasionally. Her right eye was emerald green, and she had a tattoo of a club (like from a card set) on her cheek below her eye. Her skin was a very healthy color, and seemed natural, with no makeup. She looked around for a bit before walking over to a table and pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them.
Ace approaches Tara, shuffling some cards in her hands and smiling.
"Hella miss" says Tara before knocking back another shot and passing one to Ace.
Ace accepted the shot and knocked it back as well."Hello. You seem like you'd like to play a game."
"I'm down fer it, depends on th game"
She chuckled and set the cards down on the table. "Whatever gambling game you want, babe."
"Heh, babe. 'S been a long *hic* time since anyun's called me that." She chuckles and leans back against the bar. "Aright, how about a game o' thirty-one."
She smiled. "Wonderful choice!" She grabs her deck and starts shuffling it. "How mush would you like to bet?"
She opens a pocket and throws a small pouch onto the table. "Abou' that much."
She looked at it and shrugged."Yep, that's fine." She poured the gold out and counted it, then got an equal amount out and put it in the pile. "Alright, time to deal." She dealt the cards.
*Roll 1d10 3 times and a 1d4, the 1d4 is to determine if a 10 is an 11, if you get it. 1-3 not, 4 it is.*
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She looked at the cards. "Hm... 21 for me, 12 for you. Wanna trade some, or get right to the showdown?" Ace studied Tara to gauge how confident she was. Insight: 24
She seems pretty nervous but is hiding it well. Ace can just barely tell.
"I'll trade." She swaps out her 2 for a 9
"Now you're at 19." She smiled. "I think I'll trade, too." She trades her 8 for a 6 *In case of a 10* 3
Tara seems a little more confident. I'll trade as well.
she swaps her four for a 7 *In case of a ten* 2
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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.
Orvar is writing a treatise on existential philosophy
Jim is petting Scrum and taking a nap in one of the booths
Tara is knocking back shots and getting relaxed
*Description from her intro yesterday*
A 5'10 woman walks in, looking around with a very jovial/inquisitive facial expression. She has a mixture of different types of clothing, it seems both expensive and cheap somehow, comfortable but restricting at the same time. *Not bothering with specifics, enjoy you imagination on that bit* Her hair was long, messy, and very wild. A bit of it hung over the left half of her face, hiding it. It was chocolate brown, with streaks of various colors running through it occasionally. Her right eye was emerald green, and she had a tattoo of a club (like from a card set) on her cheek below her eye. Her skin was a very healthy color, and seemed natural, with no makeup. She looked around for a bit before walking over to a table and pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them.
Ace approaches Tara, shuffling some cards in her hands and smiling.
"Hella miss" says Tara before knocking back another shot and passing one to Ace.
Ace accepted the shot and knocked it back as well."Hello. You seem like you'd like to play a game."
"I'm down fer it, depends on th game"
She chuckled and set the cards down on the table. "Whatever gambling game you want, babe."
"Heh, babe. 'S been a long *hic* time since anyun's called me that." She chuckles and leans back against the bar. "Aright, how about a game o' thirty-one."
She smiled. "Wonderful choice!" She grabs her deck and starts shuffling it. "How mush would you like to bet?"
She opens a pocket and throws a small pouch onto the table. "Abou' that much."
She looked at it and shrugged."Yep, that's fine." She poured the gold out and counted it, then got an equal amount out and put it in the pile. "Alright, time to deal." She dealt the cards.
*Roll 1d10 3 times and a 1d4, the 1d4 is to determine if a 10 is an 11, if you get it. 1-3 not, 4 it is.*
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She looked at the cards. "Hm... 21 for me, 12 for you. Wanna trade some, or get right to the showdown?" Ace studied Tara to gauge how confident she was. Insight: 24
She seems pretty nervous but is hiding it well. Ace can just barely tell.
"I'll trade." She swaps out her 2 for a 9
"Now you're at 19." She smiled. "I think I'll trade, too." She trades her 8 for a 6 *In case of a 10* 3
Tara seems a little more confident. I'll trade as well.
she swaps her four for a 9 *In case of a ten* 2
"[1GP] looks like I bust."
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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 5'10 woman walks in, looking around with a very jovial/inquisitive facial expression. She has a mixture of different types of clothing, it seems both expensive and cheap somehow, comfortable but restricting at the same time. *Not bothering with specifics, enjoy you imagination on that bit* Her hair was long, messy, and very wild. A bit of it hung over the left half of her face, hiding it. It was chocolate brown, with streaks of various colors running through it occasionally. Her right eye was emerald green, and she had a tattoo of a club (like from a card set) on her cheek below her eye. Her skin was a very healthy color, and seemed natural, with no makeup. She looked around for a bit before walking over to a table and pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them.
The woman politely claps from her spot against the wall of the tavern.
Aedwolf looks up,moondrop is on his shoulder *Moondrop is a white mouse* "Oh, hi,thank's for the applause."
She smiled and subtly nodded her head. She rolled up her sleeves and held up a card, then flicked her hands. The card had disappeared.
"Nice card trick,what's your name? I'm aedwolf, this is moondrop." He points to moondrop,who is on his shoulder.
She got up and walked over, taking his hand and shaking it. "You can call me Ace, baby. That's all you need to know for now, m'kay?" When she retracted her hand, the card was suddenly in Aedwolf's hand.
Aedwolf looks down at his hand:"Nice to meet you ace,are card tricks your thing?"
"Not exclusively, I'm a gambler." The card in his hand was an Ace of Spades. "Though I can do a lot of things as well."
"Huh, you gamble professionally or as a 'hobby'?"
She chuckled. "Both, baby. Whenever I want."
"Huh,sounds like an interesting life,personally I don't gamble."
"Why not? It's the best thing."
"I've got to much money to spend going broke, I don't like living in poverty, it's not fun,speaking from experience."
"You just gotta read people, hon. I've gambled for my whole life, and I haven't lost a game since I was 12."
"Seems your luck hasn't run out just yet."
She winked (or did she blink? Who knows...) and smiled. "My luck will never run out. How'd you like a game?"
"I'll think on it."
"Oh, come on, games are so much fun. Doesn't just one sound nice?" Persuasion: 15
"Maybe..."
*GTG for an hour *
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Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
Arrows walking around the main lobby with a new staff like she looking for someone.
galax waves arrow over "looks like you are looking for someone, and i saw thirteen went up to your room. Whats the job?"
She walks over with a silver staff in witch the top end mends around blue magic leaving the top open. "looking for Savuthan."
galax makes a sound like tsk, "thats a bad idea, Savuthan is basicly a god. trust me I've encountered her, and none of my spells or trickery worked on them. so i had to resort to a failsafe, and that only worked barley.... my advice, Leave Savuthan alone"
Arrows walking around the main lobby with a new staff like she looking for someone.
galax waves arrow over "looks like you are looking for someone, and i saw thirteen went up to your room. Whats the job?"
She walks over with a silver staff in witch the top end mends around blue magic leaving the top open. "looking for Savuthan."
galax makes a sound like tsk, "thats a bad idea, Savuthan is basicly a god. trust me I've encountered her, and none of my spells or trickery worked on them. so i had to resort to a failsafe, and that only worked barley.... my advice, Leave Savuthan alone"
"I'm it for rubies, valuable, and as long as I stay near the tavern I'm fine, so I'll try to get her through diplomacy." Arrow remarks.
Orvar is writing a treatise on existential philosophy
Jim is petting Scrum and taking a nap in one of the booths
Tara is knocking back shots and getting relaxed
*Description from her intro yesterday*
A 5'10 woman walks in, looking around with a very jovial/inquisitive facial expression. She has a mixture of different types of clothing, it seems both expensive and cheap somehow, comfortable but restricting at the same time. *Not bothering with specifics, enjoy you imagination on that bit* Her hair was long, messy, and very wild. A bit of it hung over the left half of her face, hiding it. It was chocolate brown, with streaks of various colors running through it occasionally. Her right eye was emerald green, and she had a tattoo of a club (like from a card set) on her cheek below her eye. Her skin was a very healthy color, and seemed natural, with no makeup. She looked around for a bit before walking over to a table and pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them.
Ace approaches Tara, shuffling some cards in her hands and smiling.
"Hella miss" says Tara before knocking back another shot and passing one to Ace.
Ace accepted the shot and knocked it back as well."Hello. You seem like you'd like to play a game."
"I'm down fer it, depends on th game"
She chuckled and set the cards down on the table. "Whatever gambling game you want, babe."
"Heh, babe. 'S been a long *hic* time since anyun's called me that." She chuckles and leans back against the bar. "Aright, how about a game o' thirty-one."
She smiled. "Wonderful choice!" She grabs her deck and starts shuffling it. "How mush would you like to bet?"
She opens a pocket and throws a small pouch onto the table. "Abou' that much."
She looked at it and shrugged."Yep, that's fine." She poured the gold out and counted it, then got an equal amount out and put it in the pile. "Alright, time to deal." She dealt the cards.
*Roll 1d10 3 times and a 1d4, the 1d4 is to determine if a 10 is an 11, if you get it. 1-3 not, 4 it is.*
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She looked at the cards. "Hm... 21 for me, 12 for you. Wanna trade some, or get right to the showdown?" Ace studied Tara to gauge how confident she was. Insight: 24
She seems pretty nervous but is hiding it well. Ace can just barely tell.
"I'll trade." She swaps out her 2 for a 9
"Now you're at 19." She smiled. "I think I'll trade, too." She trades her 8 for a 6 *In case of a 10* 3
Tara seems a little more confident. I'll trade as well.
she swaps her four for a 9 *In case of a ten* 2
"[1GP] looks like I bust."
Ace chuckled. "Nice try, though."
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"I think you should calm down." *Make a wis save of 17, plz. Fail, he calms down.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Arrows walking around the main lobby with a new staff like she looking for someone.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Sable sat there for a few seocnds before reaching out for silver's hand
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
galax waves arrow over "looks like you are looking for someone, and i saw thirteen went up to your room. Whats the job?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Tevelin is playing easy-listening music.
Thirteen has hired Arrow to hunt down Savuthan.
Klei is near a mental breakdown, Ettor is playing a cruel prank on him.
*Ettor is really mean, abyssal monsters killed his entire tribe and now he's having flashbacks. I HATE FLASHBACKS!*
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.
She seems pretty nervous but is hiding it well. Ace can just barely tell.
"I'll trade." She swaps out her 2 for a 9
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"
Silver recoiled a bit, then relaxed again, letting his hand be taken.
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.
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
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"Now you're at 19." She smiled. "I think I'll trade, too." She trades her 8 for a 6 *In case of a 10* 3
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.
Jim wakes up and sees Seferis and yells "YE GODS, IT'S HIM" and runs out of the tavern.
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 walks over with a silver staff in witch the top end mends around blue magic leaving the top open. "looking for Savuthan." *Only Klei Knows Arrow's name through normal means btw*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Oh, come on, games are so much fun. Doesn't just one sound nice?" Persuasion: 15
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.
14
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.
Tara seems a little more confident. I'll trade as well.
she swaps her four for a 7 *In case of a ten* 2
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"
"Im sorry about what i said its just...." he said
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
"[1GP] looks like I bust."
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"
"Maybe..."
*GTG for an hour *
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
galax makes a sound like tsk, "thats a bad idea, Savuthan is basicly a god. trust me I've encountered her, and none of my spells or trickery worked on them. so i had to resort to a failsafe, and that only worked barley.... my advice, Leave Savuthan alone"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"I'm it for rubies, valuable, and as long as I stay near the tavern I'm fine, so I'll try to get her through diplomacy." Arrow remarks.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Ace chuckled. "Nice try, though."
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.