NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Tevelin walks downstairs, oblivious to the whole thingy that just happened. She looks from face to face, absolutely dumbfounded. "Did... did I miss... something?"
Alric turns to her. "You missed a lot." He grumbles.
"B... was that Allison? I thought Orvar would have to bring her back with his secret magic! And where is Krathian?" Tevelin is dazed, she sits down heavily.
Alric hands her a small hip flask. "Drink this. Also yes that was Allison Vanderguard. She's alive now."
Krathian ran out of the Tavern door, savoring the feel of the wind on his face and knowing he wouldn't feel it again for a century at most. He pulled out his cane as he reached the firmament and blasted a hole into it, the edges of which looked like reflective shards of broken glass and jumped through. He tumbled for years, or seconds, he couldn't quite tell which. He felt himself being pulled apart. He was old, no he was young, he was a dwarf, no a dragon. He struggled to keep hold of his identity, of his memories, as the sands of time and space warped around him. Finally, he felt spat out into his destination. He slid for several meters on a mirrored surface. He had done it. He had reached the plane of mirrors. A sunless, cloudless tangerine sky lit by an unknown source arched back like a snowglobe as Krathian strode towards its centerpiece, a mirrored castle that reached for the edges of the globe. He was reflected in everything around him, the walls, the pillars, the trees, everything. And as he walked he searched desperately. His reflections looked slightly different. Some were shorter, some were taller. Yet as he walked they began to look more divergent. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. He looked into the inside of an arch and saw himself, almost a perfect approximation, except that it had no tattoo on the back of its neck. "Perfect," thought Krathian and he reached and pulled his reflection out of the mirror. Krathian (the first one) then knelt on the ground as his reflection began to explore its surroundings. He began to chant and felt himself moving down through the layers of glass. Eventually, there he was. Just another reflection, hidden deeply in a maze of mirrors. His reflection was confused. It knew a little bit about what it was, where it came from, and who it was supposed to be. But it had no idea why it was out here instead of back in the mirrors. He had a feeling that something had gone terribly wrong. On the ground before him was a scrap of paper with a single word. "Entropy" he read shakily. Suddenly he was sucked back through time, space, and the planes, and spat out into a new world. One with trees and a blue sky. One with grass and color. One with a tavern not a few feet away.
Tevelin walks downstairs, oblivious to the whole thingy that just happened. She looks from face to face, absolutely dumbfounded. "Did... did I miss... something?"
Alric turns to her. "You missed a lot." He grumbles.
"B... was that Allison? I thought Orvar would have to bring her back with his secret magic! And where is Krathian?" Tevelin is dazed, she sits down heavily.
Alric hands her a small hip flask. "Drink this. Also yes that was Allison Vanderguard. She's alive now."
Tevelin slams that flask on the table. "SHE WAS DEAD?!" Tevelin shouts.
Tevelin walks downstairs, oblivious to the whole thingy that just happened. She looks from face to face, absolutely dumbfounded. "Did... did I miss... something?"
Alric turns to her. "You missed a lot." He grumbles.
"B... was that Allison? I thought Orvar would have to bring her back with his secret magic! And where is Krathian?" Tevelin is dazed, she sits down heavily.
Alric hands her a small hip flask. "Drink this. Also yes that was Allison Vanderguard. She's alive now."
Tevelin slams that flask on the table. "SHE WAS DEAD?!" Tevelin shouts.
Alric gently takes the flask back. "Yes she was. Calm down."
Krathian ran out of the Tavern door, savoring the feel of the wind on his face and knowing he wouldn't feel it again for a century at most. He pulled out his cane as he reached the firmament and blasted a hole into it, the edges of which looked like reflective shards of broken glass and jumped through. He tumbled for years, or seconds, he couldn't quite tell which. He felt himself being pulled apart. He was old, no he was young, he was a dwarf, no a dragon. He struggled to keep hold of his identity, of his memories, as the sands of time and space warped around him. Finally, he felt spat out into his destination. He slid for several meters on a mirrored surface. He had done it. He had reached the plane of mirrors. A sunless, cloudless tangerine sky lit by an unknown source arched back like a snowglobe as Krathian strode towards its centerpiece, a mirrored castle that reached for the edges of the globe. He was reflected in everything around him, the walls, the pillars, the trees, everything. And as he walked he searched desperately. His reflections looked slightly different. Some were shorter, some were taller. Yet as he walked they began to look more divergent. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. He looked into the inside of an arch and saw himself, almost a perfect approximation, except that it had no tattoo on the back of its neck. "Perfect," thought Krathian and he reached and pulled his reflection out of the mirror. Krathian (the first one) then knelt on the ground as his reflection began to explore its surroundings. He began to chant and felt himself moving down through the layers of glass. Eventually, there he was. Just another reflection, hidden deeply in a maze of mirrors. His reflection was confused. It knew a little bit about what it was, where it came from, and who it was supposed to be. But it had no idea why it was out here instead of back in the mirrors. He had a feeling that something had gone terribly wrong. On the ground before him was a scrap of paper with a single word. "Entropy" he read shakily. Suddenly he was sucked back through time, space, and the planes, and spat out into a new world. One with trees and a blue sky. One with grass and color. One with a tavern not a few feet away.
*Wait, he's back already???*
*Gone and back already. This is a variant of him without any real memory that's back.*
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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.
Tevelin walks downstairs, oblivious to the whole thingy that just happened. She looks from face to face, absolutely dumbfounded. "Did... did I miss... something?"
Alric turns to her. "You missed a lot." He grumbles.
"B... was that Allison? I thought Orvar would have to bring her back with his secret magic! And where is Krathian?" Tevelin is dazed, she sits down heavily.
Alric hands her a small hip flask. "Drink this. Also yes that was Allison Vanderguard. She's alive now."
Tevelin slams that flask on the table. "SHE WAS DEAD?!" Tevelin shouts.
Alric gently takes the flask back. "Yes she was. Calm down."
"Oh golly, that's magic greater than anything I've ever heard of!" She breathes meditatively for ten seconds. After they pass, Tevelin resumes asking Alric questions. "So where's Krathian then?"
The Other Krathian walks into a bar. A tavern, really. More specifically, the Tavern at the end of the world. He kinda looks the same, except that his tattoo is gone. And he doesn't have Q'ilbrith. He sits down at the bar and orders a beer, rubbing his face in confusion.
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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.
"it would be nice to have another set of hands, but first you need to learn the basics"
Ares rolls his eyes. "I know the basics. I helped a lot of people in my old village."
"good, though i have some difrent equipment" galax geustures to the walls "see anything you recognize?"
*stethoscope, and other standerd medical equipment*
A tiger is running away from something, frightened, outside
A small blue furred puppy is following the tiger, chasing happily
Enethia is reading
Theren walks over to Enethia and sits down. "Hey E."
"Hello, Theren. How have you been recently?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Krathian ran out of the Tavern door, savoring the feel of the wind on his face and knowing he wouldn't feel it again for a century at most. He pulled out his cane as he reached the firmament and blasted a hole into it, the edges of which looked like reflective shards of broken glass and jumped through. He tumbled for years, or seconds, he couldn't quite tell which. He felt himself being pulled apart. He was old, no he was young, he was a dwarf, no a dragon. He struggled to keep hold of his identity, of his memories, as the sands of time and space warped around him. Finally, he felt spat out into his destination. He slid for several meters on a mirrored surface. He had done it. He had reached the plane of mirrors. A sunless, cloudless tangerine sky lit by an unknown source arched back like a snowglobe as Krathian strode towards its centerpiece, a mirrored castle that reached for the edges of the globe. He was reflected in everything around him, the walls, the pillars, the trees, everything. And as he walked he searched desperately. His reflections looked slightly different. Some were shorter, some were taller. Yet as he walked they began to look more divergent. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. He looked into the inside of an arch and saw himself, almost a perfect approximation, except that it had no tattoo on the back of its neck. "Perfect," thought Krathian and he reached and pulled his reflection out of the mirror. Krathian (the first one) then knelt on the ground as his reflection began to explore its surroundings. He began to chant and felt himself moving down through the layers of glass. Eventually, there he was. Just another reflection, hidden deeply in a maze of mirrors. His reflection was confused. It knew a little bit about what it was, where it came from, and who it was supposed to be. But it had no idea why it was out here instead of back in the mirrors. He had a feeling that something had gone terribly wrong. On the ground before him was a scrap of paper with a single word. "Entropy" he read shakily. Suddenly he was sucked back through time, space, and the planes, and spat out into a new world. One with trees and a blue sky. One with grass and color. One with a tavern not a few feet away.
*Wait, he's back already???*
*Gone and back already. This is a variant of him without any real memory that's back.*
*Okay, does he go in the tavern then? ANSWER ALL MY QUESTIONS FOREVER*
Tevelin walks downstairs, oblivious to the whole thingy that just happened. She looks from face to face, absolutely dumbfounded. "Did... did I miss... something?"
Alric turns to her. "You missed a lot." He grumbles.
"B... was that Allison? I thought Orvar would have to bring her back with his secret magic! And where is Krathian?" Tevelin is dazed, she sits down heavily.
Alric hands her a small hip flask. "Drink this. Also yes that was Allison Vanderguard. She's alive now."
Tevelin slams that flask on the table. "SHE WAS DEAD?!" Tevelin shouts.
Alric gently takes the flask back. "Yes she was. Calm down."
"Oh golly, that's magic greater than anything I've ever heard of!" She breathes meditatively for ten seconds. After they pass, Tevelin resumes asking Alric questions. "So where's Krathian then?"
"Somewhere in the bar." Alric fidgets with a symbol around his neck
The Other Krathian walks into a bar. A tavern, really. More specifically, the Tavern at the end of the world. He kinda looks the same, except that his tattoo is gone. And he doesn't have Q'ilbrith. He sits down at the bar and orders a beer, rubbing his face in confusion.
On one side of the room, a woman was playing rock music for everyone.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian ran out of the Tavern door, savoring the feel of the wind on his face and knowing he wouldn't feel it again for a century at most. He pulled out his cane as he reached the firmament and blasted a hole into it, the edges of which looked like reflective shards of broken glass and jumped through. He tumbled for years, or seconds, he couldn't quite tell which. He felt himself being pulled apart. He was old, no he was young, he was a dwarf, no a dragon. He struggled to keep hold of his identity, of his memories, as the sands of time and space warped around him. Finally, he felt spat out into his destination. He slid for several meters on a mirrored surface. He had done it. He had reached the plane of mirrors. A sunless, cloudless tangerine sky lit by an unknown source arched back like a snowglobe as Krathian strode towards its centerpiece, a mirrored castle that reached for the edges of the globe. He was reflected in everything around him, the walls, the pillars, the trees, everything. And as he walked he searched desperately. His reflections looked slightly different. Some were shorter, some were taller. Yet as he walked they began to look more divergent. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. He looked into the inside of an arch and saw himself, almost a perfect approximation, except that it had no tattoo on the back of its neck. "Perfect," thought Krathian and he reached and pulled his reflection out of the mirror. Krathian (the first one) then knelt on the ground as his reflection began to explore its surroundings. He began to chant and felt himself moving down through the layers of glass. Eventually, there he was. Just another reflection, hidden deeply in a maze of mirrors. His reflection was confused. It knew a little bit about what it was, where it came from, and who it was supposed to be. But it had no idea why it was out here instead of back in the mirrors. He had a feeling that something had gone terribly wrong. On the ground before him was a scrap of paper with a single word. "Entropy" he read shakily. Suddenly he was sucked back through time, space, and the planes, and spat out into a new world. One with trees and a blue sky. One with grass and color. One with a tavern not a few feet away.
*Wait, he's back already???*
*Gone and back already. This is a variant of him without any real memory that's back.*
*Okay, does he go in the tavern then? ANSWER ALL MY QUESTIONS FOREVER*
*Look six posts up buddy*
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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 Other Krathian walks into a bar. A tavern, really. More specifically, the Tavern at the end of the world. He kinda looks the same, except that his tattoo is gone. And he doesn't have Q'ilbrith. He sits down at the bar and orders a beer, rubbing his face in confusion.
A tiger seems to follow and watch them from outside
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
The Other Krathian walks into a bar. A tavern, really. More specifically, the Tavern at the end of the world. He kinda looks the same, except that his tattoo is gone. And he doesn't have Q'ilbrith. He sits down at the bar and orders a beer, rubbing his face in confusion.
"Heyo, what's your name?" Klei says. He's mostly healed, though he still has some bandages on his torso. He hands Krathian 2.0 a beer. "You okay?"
*Whoops... Didnt mean yo quote*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
Alric hands her a small hip flask. "Drink this. Also yes that was Allison Vanderguard. She's alive now."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Wait, he's back already???*
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.
Tevelin slams that flask on the table. "SHE WAS DEAD?!" Tevelin shouts.
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.
Alric gently takes the flask back. "Yes she was. Calm down."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Gone and back already. This is a variant of him without any real memory that's back.*
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"
Theren walks over to Enethia and sits down. "Hey E."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Oh golly, that's magic greater than anything I've ever heard of!" She breathes meditatively for ten seconds. After they pass, Tevelin resumes asking Alric questions. "So where's Krathian then?"
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.
The Other Krathian walks into a bar. A tavern, really. More specifically, the Tavern at the end of the world. He kinda looks the same, except that his tattoo is gone. And he doesn't have Q'ilbrith. He sits down at the bar and orders a beer, rubbing his face in confusion.
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"
*Here ya go, in case you haven't seen it yet.*
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.
"checking a heart beat"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Hello, Theren. How have you been recently?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*Okay, does he go in the tavern then? ANSWER ALL MY QUESTIONS FOREVER*
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.
"Somewhere in the bar." Alric fidgets with a symbol around his neck
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
On one side of the room, a woman was playing rock music for everyone.
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.
*Look six posts up buddy*
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"
A tiger seems to follow and watch them from outside
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Oh good. Almost been killed a lot. How about you?"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Heyo, what's your name?" Klei says. He's mostly healed, though he still has some bandages on his torso. He hands Krathian 2.0 a beer. "You okay?"
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.
Ares points to the stethoscope. "You use that. Or put your fingers on their neck."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde