Jim is chilling in the tavern, with no apparent memory of last night's incident.
Tara is sharpening a stick bc why not.
Sharlene sidles up to jim with a big bottle of liqour. "Heya, scaredy cat, how ya doing?"
"Doing okay," he says timidly, "I've been tired ever since last night, dunno why though"
"What, did you not sleep or somethin'?"
She takes a swig of her drink as she waits for an answer.
"Nah I slept just fine. I just feel ... tired. Sort of worn out."
*See page 1418 for details.*
*1420 for me, also, interesting.... Sharlene would probably have an interesting reaction to that...*
"Meh, you'll probably feel better after some rest." Another big swig.
*Thanks for reposting, sorry I missed it.*
"Yeah I think I will."
*Does Sharlene have any psychic abilities?*
*The Stillness of Mind feature, can use an action to end a charmed or frightened effect.*
"But first, wanna have a drinking contest?"
*Ok, I can work with that. She's about to see some weird [GP]*
"Sure thing. I ain't drunk much in a long while."
"Awesome!" She chugged the rest of her drink. "Alright, you choose."
*Oh boy!*
"Hmmm, how about whiskey."
"Yeah, let's go." She gets 5 BOTTLES of whiskey. "Whoever drinks more bottles win."
*5 bottles. Okay then... should've expected nothing less from Sharlene.*
He grabs one and cracks it open. "Bottoms up," he says, and tips it back. (CON: 4)
*oof, bad roll*
She takes one as well. (CON: 15 )
*And this is right after she drunk some bottles of something else....*
*Yikes*
He gets about halfway done with his bottle before he's drunk. Suddenly Sharlene, and everyone else with psionic powers within a few feet, see a strange image.
A chick falls into a bleak, dark temple where a group of hooded folk are gathering. They hear the chick peeping and lock it up, ask it questions, barely feed it, and never let it sleep. Years of this behavior seem to go by in a few minutes, and eventually the chick is let out. Fear shooting through its eyes.
"What the [1gp]? What was in this drink?"
*DYING XD*
She can see Jim clutching his head and sobbing softly.
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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.
On one side of the room, a woman was playing rock music for everyone.
He listens to the music and drinks, apparently needing to think.
When she finished, she looked around for a bit and spotted him. She smiled and walked over. "Hey Krathian! How ya been? I haven't seen you around for a bit."
He backs up a little bit, "Do I know you?"
"Yeah, nice joke Krathian, I get it, it's been a while."
"If by a while you mean never then yes, it has." he says, "Just who are you? Why is everyone acting like they know me?"
She looked at Krathian, a mix between annoyance and concern. "Okay, it ain't so funny anymore, you can stop the act."
He slams his glass on the table. "This is no act. I was minding my own business and I pick up a paper. Next thing I know, I'm in another freaking dimension!"
"Huh?" The gears in Wolfe's head grinded for a bit. ".... are you a different Krathian?"
"Different from what? What do you ..." suddenly Krathian gets all quiet.
"What?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Kharrashim Helmdargan looks around, taking in the surroundings. Then he spots Enethia and Theren. "Enethia! Other guy who almost got killed by a nightwalker! Hi!!"
*Oh yeah, I forgot to ask but was that Shadow under the curse?*
*no, compeltly diffrent and unrelated*
shadow is freaking out, as the potion dident work
galax is teaching ares in the med ward
"Calm down, it'll work, but you have to drink it and not eat it." Thirteen says, handing Shadow another vial.
shadow drinks it
Shadow unceremoniously turns back into a human with all memories intact. YAYYYY
it seems like that, but after a moment, a puff of black smoke and he is a nightwalker again
Thirteen swears very very loudly in Elvish.
shadow doesent seem to mind, he looks at his arms, and flexes his hand "huh, i can control the nightwalker" he then blacks out as all the memorys come rushing back in
Jim is chilling in the tavern, with no apparent memory of last night's incident.
Tara is sharpening a stick bc why not.
Sharlene sidles up to jim with a big bottle of liqour. "Heya, scaredy cat, how ya doing?"
"Doing okay," he says timidly, "I've been tired ever since last night, dunno why though"
"What, did you not sleep or somethin'?"
She takes a swig of her drink as she waits for an answer.
"Nah I slept just fine. I just feel ... tired. Sort of worn out."
*See page 1418 for details.*
*1420 for me, also, interesting.... Sharlene would probably have an interesting reaction to that...*
"Meh, you'll probably feel better after some rest." Another big swig.
*Thanks for reposting, sorry I missed it.*
"Yeah I think I will."
*Does Sharlene have any psychic abilities?*
*The Stillness of Mind feature, can use an action to end a charmed or frightened effect.*
"But first, wanna have a drinking contest?"
*Ok, I can work with that. She's about to see some weird [GP]*
"Sure thing. I ain't drunk much in a long while."
"Awesome!" She chugged the rest of her drink. "Alright, you choose."
*Oh boy!*
"Hmmm, how about whiskey."
"Yeah, let's go." She gets 5 BOTTLES of whiskey. "Whoever drinks more bottles win."
*5 bottles. Okay then... should've expected nothing less from Sharlene.*
He grabs one and cracks it open. "Bottoms up," he says, and tips it back. (CON: 4)
*oof, bad roll*
She takes one as well. (CON: 15 )
*And this is right after she drunk some bottles of something else....*
*Yikes*
He gets about halfway done with his bottle before he's drunk. Suddenly Sharlene, and everyone else with psionic powers within a few feet, see a strange image.
A chick falls into a bleak, dark temple where a group of hooded folk are gathering. They hear the chick peeping and lock it up, ask it questions, barely feed it, and never let it sleep. Years of this behavior seem to go by in a few minutes, and eventually the chick is let out. Fear shooting through its eyes.
Azazel looks around, confused at the sudden image in his mind. Fear. What a familiar sight in somethings eyes.
Kharrashim Helmdargan looks around, taking in the surroundings. Then he spots Enethia and Theren. "Enethia! Other guy who almost got killed by a nightwalker! Hi!!"
*Oh yeah, I forgot to ask but was that Shadow under the curse?*
*no, compeltly diffrent and unrelated*
shadow is freaking out, as the potion dident work
galax is teaching ares in the med ward
"Calm down, it'll work, but you have to drink it and not eat it." Thirteen says, handing Shadow another vial.
shadow drinks it
Shadow unceremoniously turns back into a human with all memories intact. YAYYYY
it seems like that, but after a moment, a puff of black smoke and he is a nightwalker again
Thirteen swears very very loudly in Elvish.
E looks over "There a problem?"
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Jim is chilling in the tavern, with no apparent memory of last night's incident.
Tara is sharpening a stick bc why not.
Sharlene sidles up to jim with a big bottle of liqour. "Heya, scaredy cat, how ya doing?"
"Doing okay," he says timidly, "I've been tired ever since last night, dunno why though"
"What, did you not sleep or somethin'?"
She takes a swig of her drink as she waits for an answer.
"Nah I slept just fine. I just feel ... tired. Sort of worn out."
*See page 1418 for details.*
*1420 for me, also, interesting.... Sharlene would probably have an interesting reaction to that...*
"Meh, you'll probably feel better after some rest." Another big swig.
*Thanks for reposting, sorry I missed it.*
"Yeah I think I will."
*Does Sharlene have any psychic abilities?*
*The Stillness of Mind feature, can use an action to end a charmed or frightened effect.*
"But first, wanna have a drinking contest?"
*Ok, I can work with that. She's about to see some weird [GP]*
"Sure thing. I ain't drunk much in a long while."
"Awesome!" She chugged the rest of her drink. "Alright, you choose."
*Oh boy!*
"Hmmm, how about whiskey."
"Yeah, let's go." She gets 5 BOTTLES of whiskey. "Whoever drinks more bottles win."
*5 bottles. Okay then... should've expected nothing less from Sharlene.*
He grabs one and cracks it open. "Bottoms up," he says, and tips it back. (CON: 4)
*oof, bad roll*
She takes one as well. (CON: 15 )
*And this is right after she drunk some bottles of something else....*
*Yikes*
He gets about halfway done with his bottle before he's drunk. Suddenly Sharlene, and everyone else with psionic powers within a few feet, see a strange image.
A chick falls into a bleak, dark temple where a group of hooded folk are gathering. They hear the chick peeping and lock it up, ask it questions, barely feed it, and never let it sleep. Years of this behavior seem to go by in a few minutes, and eventually the chick is let out. Fear shooting through its eyes.
"What the [1gp]? What was in this drink?"
*DYING XD*
She can see Jim clutching his head and sobbing softly.
*Yeah, I just wanted to make that joke the moment I read page 1420*
"Hey." She knocks his head. "C'mon, it was only one bottle, a very weird bottle, but still."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
He listens to the music and drinks, apparently needing to think.
When she finished, she looked around for a bit and spotted him. She smiled and walked over. "Hey Krathian! How ya been? I haven't seen you around for a bit."
He backs up a little bit, "Do I know you?"
"Yeah, nice joke Krathian, I get it, it's been a while."
"If by a while you mean never then yes, it has." he says, "Just who are you? Why is everyone acting like they know me?"
She looked at Krathian, a mix between annoyance and concern. "Okay, it ain't so funny anymore, you can stop the act."
He slams his glass on the table. "This is no act. I was minding my own business and I pick up a paper. Next thing I know, I'm in another freaking dimension!"
"Huh?" The gears in Wolfe's head grinded for a bit. ".... are you a different Krathian?"
"Different from what? What do you ..." suddenly Krathian gets all quiet.
"What?"
"If I was a different ... You said I was here before, right?"
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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.
Kharrashim Helmdargan looks around, taking in the surroundings. Then he spots Enethia and Theren. "Enethia! Other guy who almost got killed by a nightwalker! Hi!!"
*Oh yeah, I forgot to ask but was that Shadow under the curse?*
*no, compeltly diffrent and unrelated*
shadow is freaking out, as the potion dident work
galax is teaching ares in the med ward
"Calm down, it'll work, but you have to drink it and not eat it." Thirteen says, handing Shadow another vial.
shadow drinks it
Shadow unceremoniously turns back into a human with all memories intact. YAYYYY
it seems like that, but after a moment, a puff of black smoke and he is a nightwalker again
Thirteen swears very very loudly in Elvish.
E looks over "There a problem?"
shadow blacks out and crumples to a heap on the floor
Jim is chilling in the tavern, with no apparent memory of last night's incident.
Tara is sharpening a stick bc why not.
Sharlene sidles up to jim with a big bottle of liqour. "Heya, scaredy cat, how ya doing?"
"Doing okay," he says timidly, "I've been tired ever since last night, dunno why though"
"What, did you not sleep or somethin'?"
She takes a swig of her drink as she waits for an answer.
"Nah I slept just fine. I just feel ... tired. Sort of worn out."
*See page 1418 for details.*
*1420 for me, also, interesting.... Sharlene would probably have an interesting reaction to that...*
"Meh, you'll probably feel better after some rest." Another big swig.
*Thanks for reposting, sorry I missed it.*
"Yeah I think I will."
*Does Sharlene have any psychic abilities?*
*The Stillness of Mind feature, can use an action to end a charmed or frightened effect.*
"But first, wanna have a drinking contest?"
*Ok, I can work with that. She's about to see some weird [GP]*
"Sure thing. I ain't drunk much in a long while."
"Awesome!" She chugged the rest of her drink. "Alright, you choose."
*Oh boy!*
"Hmmm, how about whiskey."
"Yeah, let's go." She gets 5 BOTTLES of whiskey. "Whoever drinks more bottles win."
*5 bottles. Okay then... should've expected nothing less from Sharlene.*
He grabs one and cracks it open. "Bottoms up," he says, and tips it back. (CON: 4)
*oof, bad roll*
She takes one as well. (CON: 15 )
*And this is right after she drunk some bottles of something else....*
*Yikes*
He gets about halfway done with his bottle before he's drunk. Suddenly Sharlene, and everyone else with psionic powers within a few feet, see a strange image.
A chick falls into a bleak, dark temple where a group of hooded folk are gathering. They hear the chick peeping and lock it up, ask it questions, barely feed it, and never let it sleep. Years of this behavior seem to go by in a few minutes, and eventually the chick is let out. Fear shooting through its eyes.
Azazel looks around, confused at the sudden image in his mind. Fear. What a familiar sight in somethings eyes.
He can't tell where it came from exactly
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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.
On one side of the room, a woman was playing rock music for everyone.
He listens to the music and drinks, apparently needing to think.
When she finished, she looked around for a bit and spotted him. She smiled and walked over. "Hey Krathian! How ya been? I haven't seen you around for a bit."
He backs up a little bit, "Do I know you?"
"Yeah, nice joke Krathian, I get it, it's been a while."
"If by a while you mean never then yes, it has." he says, "Just who are you? Why is everyone acting like they know me?"
She looked at Krathian, a mix between annoyance and concern. "Okay, it ain't so funny anymore, you can stop the act."
He slams his glass on the table. "This is no act. I was minding my own business and I pick up a paper. Next thing I know, I'm in another freaking dimension!"
"Huh?" The gears in Wolfe's head grinded for a bit. ".... are you a different Krathian?"
"Different from what? What do you ..." suddenly Krathian gets all quiet.
"What?"
"If I was a different ... You said I was here before, right?"
"Yeah?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Jim is chilling in the tavern, with no apparent memory of last night's incident.
Tara is sharpening a stick bc why not.
Sharlene sidles up to jim with a big bottle of liqour. "Heya, scaredy cat, how ya doing?"
"Doing okay," he says timidly, "I've been tired ever since last night, dunno why though"
"What, did you not sleep or somethin'?"
She takes a swig of her drink as she waits for an answer.
"Nah I slept just fine. I just feel ... tired. Sort of worn out."
*See page 1418 for details.*
*1420 for me, also, interesting.... Sharlene would probably have an interesting reaction to that...*
"Meh, you'll probably feel better after some rest." Another big swig.
*Thanks for reposting, sorry I missed it.*
"Yeah I think I will."
*Does Sharlene have any psychic abilities?*
*The Stillness of Mind feature, can use an action to end a charmed or frightened effect.*
"But first, wanna have a drinking contest?"
*Ok, I can work with that. She's about to see some weird [GP]*
"Sure thing. I ain't drunk much in a long while."
"Awesome!" She chugged the rest of her drink. "Alright, you choose."
*Oh boy!*
"Hmmm, how about whiskey."
"Yeah, let's go." She gets 5 BOTTLES of whiskey. "Whoever drinks more bottles win."
*5 bottles. Okay then... should've expected nothing less from Sharlene.*
He grabs one and cracks it open. "Bottoms up," he says, and tips it back. (CON: 4)
*oof, bad roll*
She takes one as well. (CON: 15 )
*And this is right after she drunk some bottles of something else....*
*Yikes*
He gets about halfway done with his bottle before he's drunk. Suddenly Sharlene, and everyone else with psionic powers within a few feet, see a strange image.
A chick falls into a bleak, dark temple where a group of hooded folk are gathering. They hear the chick peeping and lock it up, ask it questions, barely feed it, and never let it sleep. Years of this behavior seem to go by in a few minutes, and eventually the chick is let out. Fear shooting through its eyes.
Azazel looks around, confused at the sudden image in his mind. Fear. What a familiar sight in somethings eyes.
He can't tell where it came from exactly
He shakes his head, looking around again, checking if maybe someone was doing something to him. But not being able to see anything, he returned to the book he was reading
Jim is chilling in the tavern, with no apparent memory of last night's incident.
Tara is sharpening a stick bc why not.
Sharlene sidles up to jim with a big bottle of liqour. "Heya, scaredy cat, how ya doing?"
"Doing okay," he says timidly, "I've been tired ever since last night, dunno why though"
"What, did you not sleep or somethin'?"
She takes a swig of her drink as she waits for an answer.
"Nah I slept just fine. I just feel ... tired. Sort of worn out."
*See page 1418 for details.*
*1420 for me, also, interesting.... Sharlene would probably have an interesting reaction to that...*
"Meh, you'll probably feel better after some rest." Another big swig.
*Thanks for reposting, sorry I missed it.*
"Yeah I think I will."
*Does Sharlene have any psychic abilities?*
*The Stillness of Mind feature, can use an action to end a charmed or frightened effect.*
"But first, wanna have a drinking contest?"
*Ok, I can work with that. She's about to see some weird [GP]*
"Sure thing. I ain't drunk much in a long while."
"Awesome!" She chugged the rest of her drink. "Alright, you choose."
*Oh boy!*
"Hmmm, how about whiskey."
"Yeah, let's go." She gets 5 BOTTLES of whiskey. "Whoever drinks more bottles win."
*5 bottles. Okay then... should've expected nothing less from Sharlene.*
He grabs one and cracks it open. "Bottoms up," he says, and tips it back. (CON: 4)
*oof, bad roll*
She takes one as well. (CON: 15 )
*And this is right after she drunk some bottles of something else....*
*Yikes*
He gets about halfway done with his bottle before he's drunk. Suddenly Sharlene, and everyone else with psionic powers within a few feet, see a strange image.
A chick falls into a bleak, dark temple where a group of hooded folk are gathering. They hear the chick peeping and lock it up, ask it questions, barely feed it, and never let it sleep. Years of this behavior seem to go by in a few minutes, and eventually the chick is let out. Fear shooting through its eyes.
Azazel looks around, confused at the sudden image in his mind. Fear. What a familiar sight in somethings eyes.
He can't tell where it came from exactly
He shakes his head, looking around again, checking if maybe someone was doing something to him. But not being able to see anything, he returned to the book he was reading
*Must've been the wind...*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
He listens to the music and drinks, apparently needing to think.
When she finished, she looked around for a bit and spotted him. She smiled and walked over. "Hey Krathian! How ya been? I haven't seen you around for a bit."
He backs up a little bit, "Do I know you?"
"Yeah, nice joke Krathian, I get it, it's been a while."
"If by a while you mean never then yes, it has." he says, "Just who are you? Why is everyone acting like they know me?"
She looked at Krathian, a mix between annoyance and concern. "Okay, it ain't so funny anymore, you can stop the act."
He slams his glass on the table. "This is no act. I was minding my own business and I pick up a paper. Next thing I know, I'm in another freaking dimension!"
"Huh?" The gears in Wolfe's head grinded for a bit. ".... are you a different Krathian?"
"Different from what? What do you ..." suddenly Krathian gets all quiet.
"What?"
"If I was a different ... You said I was here before, right?"
"Yeah?"
"...That would explain a lot." he says, "Either I'm a clone or some other sort of variant. I'm guessing a clone, but I'm not sure. However, that means the previous me is most likely dead. Hmmm... that's unfortunate."
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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.
On one side of the room, a woman was playing rock music for everyone.
He listens to the music and drinks, apparently needing to think.
When she finished, she looked around for a bit and spotted him. She smiled and walked over. "Hey Krathian! How ya been? I haven't seen you around for a bit."
He backs up a little bit, "Do I know you?"
"Yeah, nice joke Krathian, I get it, it's been a while."
"If by a while you mean never then yes, it has." he says, "Just who are you? Why is everyone acting like they know me?"
She looked at Krathian, a mix between annoyance and concern. "Okay, it ain't so funny anymore, you can stop the act."
He slams his glass on the table. "This is no act. I was minding my own business and I pick up a paper. Next thing I know, I'm in another freaking dimension!"
"Huh?" The gears in Wolfe's head grinded for a bit. ".... are you a different Krathian?"
"Different from what? What do you ..." suddenly Krathian gets all quiet.
"What?"
"If I was a different ... You said I was here before, right?"
"Yeah?"
"...That would explain a lot." he says, "Either I'm a clone or some other sort of variant. I'm guessing a clone, but I'm not sure. However, that means the previous me is most likely dead. Hmmm... that's unfortunate."
Wolfe does NOT know what to do with this sudden information. She sits down, getting something to drink. "Dead....?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"If you use that spell to bring her back to life, I will bind her soul to the Hells. That is a heinous magic that you want to preform." Spawn begins scowling again, his glowing green eyes begin smoking as well. "If care about her that much, I can raise her back to life..."
Spawn outstretches a clawed hand, casting true resurrection on Alison.
"Are you threatening me hell spawn?"
"No. I was making a promise."
Alric keeps a firm grip on his warhammer.
"Why is your kind so quick to anger?" Spawn grumbles. "You're all demonic, one way or another."
"You shouldn't threaten a dwarf. We have long memories." Alric walks off.
"So do I."
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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.)
Jim is chilling in the tavern, with no apparent memory of last night's incident.
Tara is sharpening a stick bc why not.
Sharlene sidles up to jim with a big bottle of liqour. "Heya, scaredy cat, how ya doing?"
"Doing okay," he says timidly, "I've been tired ever since last night, dunno why though"
"What, did you not sleep or somethin'?"
She takes a swig of her drink as she waits for an answer.
"Nah I slept just fine. I just feel ... tired. Sort of worn out."
*See page 1418 for details.*
*1420 for me, also, interesting.... Sharlene would probably have an interesting reaction to that...*
"Meh, you'll probably feel better after some rest." Another big swig.
*Thanks for reposting, sorry I missed it.*
"Yeah I think I will."
*Does Sharlene have any psychic abilities?*
*The Stillness of Mind feature, can use an action to end a charmed or frightened effect.*
"But first, wanna have a drinking contest?"
*Ok, I can work with that. She's about to see some weird [GP]*
"Sure thing. I ain't drunk much in a long while."
"Awesome!" She chugged the rest of her drink. "Alright, you choose."
*Oh boy!*
"Hmmm, how about whiskey."
"Yeah, let's go." She gets 5 BOTTLES of whiskey. "Whoever drinks more bottles win."
*5 bottles. Okay then... should've expected nothing less from Sharlene.*
He grabs one and cracks it open. "Bottoms up," he says, and tips it back. (CON: 4)
*oof, bad roll*
She takes one as well. (CON: 15 )
*And this is right after she drunk some bottles of something else....*
*Yikes*
He gets about halfway done with his bottle before he's drunk. Suddenly Sharlene, and everyone else with psionic powers within a few feet, see a strange image.
A chick falls into a bleak, dark temple where a group of hooded folk are gathering. They hear the chick peeping and lock it up, ask it questions, barely feed it, and never let it sleep. Years of this behavior seem to go by in a few minutes, and eventually the chick is let out. Fear shooting through its eyes.
Azazel looks around, confused at the sudden image in his mind. Fear. What a familiar sight in somethings eyes.
He can't tell where it came from exactly
He shakes his head, looking around again, checking if maybe someone was doing something to him. But not being able to see anything, he returned to the book he was reading
*Must've been the wind...*
*COME ON OUT! (two seconds later) must have been a rat....*
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.
He listens to the music and drinks, apparently needing to think.
When she finished, she looked around for a bit and spotted him. She smiled and walked over. "Hey Krathian! How ya been? I haven't seen you around for a bit."
He backs up a little bit, "Do I know you?"
"Yeah, nice joke Krathian, I get it, it's been a while."
"If by a while you mean never then yes, it has." he says, "Just who are you? Why is everyone acting like they know me?"
She looked at Krathian, a mix between annoyance and concern. "Okay, it ain't so funny anymore, you can stop the act."
He slams his glass on the table. "This is no act. I was minding my own business and I pick up a paper. Next thing I know, I'm in another freaking dimension!"
"Huh?" The gears in Wolfe's head grinded for a bit. ".... are you a different Krathian?"
"Different from what? What do you ..." suddenly Krathian gets all quiet.
"What?"
"If I was a different ... You said I was here before, right?"
"Yeah?"
"...That would explain a lot." he says, "Either I'm a clone or some other sort of variant. I'm guessing a clone, but I'm not sure. However, that means the previous me is most likely dead. Hmmm... that's unfortunate."
Wolfe does NOT know what to do with this sudden information. She sits down, getting something to drink. "Dead....?"
"I'm not sure, but I doubt he would send himself somewhere he himself was unless he could no longer be there. If I were he, which I am, I would not bring a second me into the picture, especially one without memory, unless I was likely to die or be out of the picture for an extended period of time."
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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.
On one side of the room, a woman was playing rock music for everyone.
He listens to the music and drinks, apparently needing to think.
When she finished, she looked around for a bit and spotted him. She smiled and walked over. "Hey Krathian! How ya been? I haven't seen you around for a bit."
He backs up a little bit, "Do I know you?"
"Yeah, nice joke Krathian, I get it, it's been a while."
"If by a while you mean never then yes, it has." he says, "Just who are you? Why is everyone acting like they know me?"
She looked at Krathian, a mix between annoyance and concern. "Okay, it ain't so funny anymore, you can stop the act."
He slams his glass on the table. "This is no act. I was minding my own business and I pick up a paper. Next thing I know, I'm in another freaking dimension!"
"Huh?" The gears in Wolfe's head grinded for a bit. ".... are you a different Krathian?"
"Different from what? What do you ..." suddenly Krathian gets all quiet.
"What?"
"If I was a different ... You said I was here before, right?"
"Yeah?"
"...That would explain a lot." he says, "Either I'm a clone or some other sort of variant. I'm guessing a clone, but I'm not sure. However, that means the previous me is most likely dead. Hmmm... that's unfortunate."
Wolfe does NOT know what to do with this sudden information. She sits down, getting something to drink. "Dead....?"
"I'm not sure, but I doubt he would send himself somewhere he himself was unless he could no longer be there. If I were he, which I am, I would not bring a second me into the picture, especially one without memory, unless I was likely to die or be out of the picture for an extended period of time."
She groaned. "Not helping, dude."
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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.
He listens to the music and drinks, apparently needing to think.
When she finished, she looked around for a bit and spotted him. She smiled and walked over. "Hey Krathian! How ya been? I haven't seen you around for a bit."
He backs up a little bit, "Do I know you?"
"Yeah, nice joke Krathian, I get it, it's been a while."
"If by a while you mean never then yes, it has." he says, "Just who are you? Why is everyone acting like they know me?"
She looked at Krathian, a mix between annoyance and concern. "Okay, it ain't so funny anymore, you can stop the act."
He slams his glass on the table. "This is no act. I was minding my own business and I pick up a paper. Next thing I know, I'm in another freaking dimension!"
"Huh?" The gears in Wolfe's head grinded for a bit. ".... are you a different Krathian?"
"Different from what? What do you ..." suddenly Krathian gets all quiet.
"What?"
"If I was a different ... You said I was here before, right?"
"Yeah?"
"...That would explain a lot." he says, "Either I'm a clone or some other sort of variant. I'm guessing a clone, but I'm not sure. However, that means the previous me is most likely dead. Hmmm... that's unfortunate."
Wolfe does NOT know what to do with this sudden information. She sits down, getting something to drink. "Dead....?"
"I'm not sure, but I doubt he would send himself somewhere he himself was unless he could no longer be there. If I were he, which I am, I would not bring a second me into the picture, especially one without memory, unless I was likely to die or be out of the picture for an extended period of time."
She groaned. "Not helping, dude."
"Apologies. Point is, yes he is probably dead. Or possibly in hiding."
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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.
*DYING XD*
She can see Jim clutching his head and sobbing softly.
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"
"What?"
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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.
shadow doesent seem to mind, he looks at his arms, and flexes his hand "huh, i can control the nightwalker" he then blacks out as all the memorys come rushing back in
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Azazel looks around, confused at the sudden image in his mind. Fear. What a familiar sight in somethings eyes.
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
E looks over "There a problem?"
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)
*Yeah, I just wanted to make that joke the moment I read page 1420*
"Hey." She knocks his head. "C'mon, it was only one bottle, a very weird bottle, but still."
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.
"If I was a different ... You said I was here before, right?"
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"
shadow blacks out and crumples to a heap on the floor
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
He can't tell where it came from exactly
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"
"Yeah?"
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.
He shakes his head, looking around again, checking if maybe someone was doing something to him. But not being able to see anything, he returned to the book he was reading
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
*Must've been the wind...*
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.
"...That would explain a lot." he says, "Either I'm a clone or some other sort of variant. I'm guessing a clone, but I'm not sure. However, that means the previous me is most likely dead. Hmmm... that's unfortunate."
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"
Wolfe does NOT know what to do with this sudden information. She sits down, getting something to drink. "Dead....?"
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.
"So do I."
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.)
*COME ON OUT! (two seconds later) must have been a rat....*
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
"I'm not sure, but I doubt he would send himself somewhere he himself was unless he could no longer be there. If I were he, which I am, I would not bring a second me into the picture, especially one without memory, unless I was likely to die or be out of the picture for an extended period of time."
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"
*Sorry. Basketball killed me today*
"Great. A shapeshifter." Theren mutters
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She groaned. "Not helping, dude."
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.
"Apologies. Point is, yes he is probably dead. Or possibly in hiding."
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"