A man with a crossbow on his back and a shortsword on his hip enters the tavern. He is wearing a torn black shirt and dark green pants. His brown hair is semi-long and his leg is bloody and torn.
A man with a crossbow on his back and a shortsword on his hip enters the tavern. He is wearing a torn black shirt and dark green pants. His brown hair is semi-long and his leg is bloody and torn.
Sharlene, hanging upside down from the rafters doing stomach crunches, nods in greetings.
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*Aight, time to bring back one of my favorite characters from the old tavern. Cutscene time.*
Despite the inherent warmth of the season, the wind swept cold through these mountain passes as a man trudged through the snow on the streets of a cheery little town. He had a lead in his hand and on the other end of that lead was a goat the size of a horse, its large curving horns strung with bells of all shapes and sizes. Kids ran around him, trying to catch a look at his sword and shield. He laughed, it was just a couple of pieces of metal, but you know kids. He handed them each a bit of honeycomb and sent them on their way to their mothers. He had spent the last few nights battling nightmares both in and out of his mind, and he needed a place to rest. Luckily, he had heard of a tavern a little ways away...
A 5'5" man with a light chin beard and mussed-up light-brown hair walks into the tavern. He's wearing plate armor and holding a helmet under his left arm. The armor is pocked with grime and ice, but the man's face is calm, a tired smile on his lips. He wipes the sweat off his brow and sits down to a cool drink of mead.
*So a Nathan and a goat walk into a bar...*
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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.
*Aight, time to bring back one of my favorite characters from the old tavern. Cutscene time.*
Despite the inherent warmth of the season, the wind swept cold through these mountain passes as a man trudged through the snow on the streets of a cheery little town. He had a lead in his hand and on the other end of that lead was a goat the size of a horse, its large curving horns strung with bells of all shapes and sizes. Kids ran around him, trying to catch a look at his sword and shield. He laughed, it was just a couple of pieces of metal, but you know kids. He handed them each a bit of honeycomb and sent them on their way to their mothers. He had spent the last few nights battling nightmares both in and out of his mind, and he needed a place to rest. Luckily, he had heard of a tavern a little ways away...
A 5'5" man with a light chin beard and mussed-up light-brown hair walks into the tavern. He's wearing plate armor and holding a helmet under his left arm. The armor is pocked with grime and ice, but the man's face is calm, a tired smile on his lips. He wipes the sweat off his brow and sits down to a cool drink of mead.
*So a Nathan and a goat walk into a bar...*
Sharlene, hanging upside down from the rafters doing stomach crunches, nods in greeting as he walks in.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man with a crossbow on his back and a shortsword on his hip enters the tavern. He is wearing a torn black shirt and dark green pants. His brown hair is semi-long and his leg is bloody and torn.
Sharlene, hanging upside down from the rafters doing stomach crunches, nods in greetings.
The man doesn't notice her and he sits down in a chair heavily.
*Aight, time to bring back one of my favorite characters from the old tavern. Cutscene time.*
Despite the inherent warmth of the season, the wind swept cold through these mountain passes as a man trudged through the snow on the streets of a cheery little town. He had a lead in his hand and on the other end of that lead was a goat the size of a horse, its large curving horns strung with bells of all shapes and sizes. Kids ran around him, trying to catch a look at his sword and shield. He laughed, it was just a couple of pieces of metal, but you know kids. He handed them each a bit of honeycomb and sent them on their way to their mothers. He had spent the last few nights battling nightmares both in and out of his mind, and he needed a place to rest. Luckily, he had heard of a tavern a little ways away...
A 5'5" man with a light chin beard and mussed-up light-brown hair walks into the tavern. He's wearing plate armor and holding a helmet under his left arm. The armor is pocked with grime and ice, but the man's face is calm, a tired smile on his lips. He wipes the sweat off his brow and sits down to a cool drink of mead.
*So a Nathan and a goat walk into a bar...*
Sharlene, hanging upside down from the rafters doing stomach crunches, nods in greeting as he walks in.
He nods back, a little surprised by her position.
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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.
Stroth was in the pit of flowers and skeletons. He was carefully removing the skeleton, their chests filled with black dirt, to use as pods for the flowers. He was careful not to disturb anything he didn't need. Mavwall was watching him while pecking at a skeletons skull.
Allison went outside into the rain, her cloak hood pulled over her head. She had went to her garden patch only to find it covered in moss and vegetation. She sighed and got down on her knees, gently pulling back the moss and wines from the ground.
Adder was staggering back from the fight. He looked like hell in a nutshell as he staggered into the tavern. Cuts and bruises run down his body as he sits down in a chair to bandage himself.
*Aight, time to bring back one of my favorite characters from the old tavern. Cutscene time.*
Despite the inherent warmth of the season, the wind swept cold through these mountain passes as a man trudged through the snow on the streets of a cheery little town. He had a lead in his hand and on the other end of that lead was a goat the size of a horse, its large curving horns strung with bells of all shapes and sizes. Kids ran around him, trying to catch a look at his sword and shield. He laughed, it was just a couple of pieces of metal, but you know kids. He handed them each a bit of honeycomb and sent them on their way to their mothers. He had spent the last few nights battling nightmares both in and out of his mind, and he needed a place to rest. Luckily, he had heard of a tavern a little ways away...
A 5'5" man with a light chin beard and mussed-up light-brown hair walks into the tavern. He's wearing plate armor and holding a helmet under his left arm. The armor is pocked with grime and ice, but the man's face is calm, a tired smile on his lips. He wipes the sweat off his brow and sits down to a cool drink of mead.
*So a Nathan and a goat walk into a bar...*
Sharlene, hanging upside down from the rafters doing stomach crunches, nods in greeting as he walks in.
He nods back, a little surprised by her position.
She goes back to doing stomach crunches, seemingly able to do them with ease.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Stroth was in the pit of flowers and skeletons. He was carefully removing the skeleton, their chests filled with black dirt, to use as pods for the flowers. He was careful not to disturb anything he didn't need. Mavwall was watching him while pecking at a skeletons skull.
Allison went outside into the rain, her cloak hood pulled over her head. She had went to her garden patch only to find it covered in moss and vegetation. She sighed and got down on her knees, gently pulling back the moss and wines from the ground.
Adder was staggering back from the fight. He looked like hell in a nutshell as he staggered into the tavern. Cuts and bruises run down his body as he sits down in a chair to bandage himself.
The new Krathian walks out to her, and says, "Pardon me miss, you look ... familiar. Should I know you?"
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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.
*Aight, time to bring back one of my favorite characters from the old tavern. Cutscene time.*
Despite the inherent warmth of the season, the wind swept cold through these mountain passes as a man trudged through the snow on the streets of a cheery little town. He had a lead in his hand and on the other end of that lead was a goat the size of a horse, its large curving horns strung with bells of all shapes and sizes. Kids ran around him, trying to catch a look at his sword and shield. He laughed, it was just a couple of pieces of metal, but you know kids. He handed them each a bit of honeycomb and sent them on their way to their mothers. He had spent the last few nights battling nightmares both in and out of his mind, and he needed a place to rest. Luckily, he had heard of a tavern a little ways away...
A 5'5" man with a light chin beard and mussed-up light-brown hair walks into the tavern. He's wearing plate armor and holding a helmet under his left arm. The armor is pocked with grime and ice, but the man's face is calm, a tired smile on his lips. He wipes the sweat off his brow and sits down to a cool drink of mead.
*So a Nathan and a goat walk into a bar...*
Sharlene, hanging upside down from the rafters doing stomach crunches, nods in greeting as he walks in.
He nods back, a little surprised by her position.
She goes back to doing stomach crunches, seemingly able to do them with ease.
He sips his drink and begins to doff his chest plate, leaving his greaves on.
*This reminds me of an old Forgotten Realms comic. There's this one elf who keeps trying to get into a women-only bar, and the bouncer tells him off for trying to go in because he's a man. The elf acts offended and points out his obvious status as an elf (obviously not what she meant.) He tries to push past her, which makes sense considering she's a halfling ... except that she happens to have a belt of giant strength. She physically yeets him across the street and into the window of the opposite building.*
*Aight, time to bring back one of my favorite characters from the old tavern. Cutscene time.*
Despite the inherent warmth of the season, the wind swept cold through these mountain passes as a man trudged through the snow on the streets of a cheery little town. He had a lead in his hand and on the other end of that lead was a goat the size of a horse, its large curving horns strung with bells of all shapes and sizes. Kids ran around him, trying to catch a look at his sword and shield. He laughed, it was just a couple of pieces of metal, but you know kids. He handed them each a bit of honeycomb and sent them on their way to their mothers. He had spent the last few nights battling nightmares both in and out of his mind, and he needed a place to rest. Luckily, he had heard of a tavern a little ways away...
A 5'5" man with a light chin beard and mussed-up light-brown hair walks into the tavern. He's wearing plate armor and holding a helmet under his left arm. The armor is pocked with grime and ice, but the man's face is calm, a tired smile on his lips. He wipes the sweat off his brow and sits down to a cool drink of mead.
*So a Nathan and a goat walk into a bar...*
Sharlene, hanging upside down from the rafters doing stomach crunches, nods in greeting as he walks in.
He nods back, a little surprised by her position.
She goes back to doing stomach crunches, seemingly able to do them with ease.
He sips his drink and begins to doff his chest plate, leaving his greaves on.
*This reminds me of an old Forgotten Realms comic. There's this one elf who keeps trying to get into a women-only bar, and the bouncer tells him off for trying to go in because he's a man. The elf acts offended and points out his obvious status as an elf (obviously not what she meant.) He tries to push past her, which makes sense considering she's a halfling ... except that she happens to have a belt of giant strength. She physically yeets him across the street and into the window of the opposite building.*
*-WHEEZE-*
Sharlene gets bored and hops down, landing on her feet. She walks over to the bar and gets a drink for herself as well.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Stroth was in the pit of flowers and skeletons. He was carefully removing the skeleton, their chests filled with black dirt, to use as pods for the flowers. He was careful not to disturb anything he didn't need. Mavwall was watching him while pecking at a skeletons skull.
Allison went outside into the rain, her cloak hood pulled over her head. She had went to her garden patch only to find it covered in moss and vegetation. She sighed and got down on her knees, gently pulling back the moss and wines from the ground.
Adder was staggering back from the fight. He looked like hell in a nutshell as he staggered into the tavern. Cuts and bruises run down his body as he sits down in a chair to bandage himself.
The new Krathian walks out to her, and says, "Pardon me miss, you look ... familiar. Should I know you?"
"Ah, the copy" she muttered to herself and stood up, slightly annoyed by the wet grass stains on her dress "yes, krathian did i good job making... himself" she chuckled
Stroth was in the pit of flowers and skeletons. He was carefully removing the skeleton, their chests filled with black dirt, to use as pods for the flowers. He was careful not to disturb anything he didn't need. Mavwall was watching him while pecking at a skeletons skull.
Allison went outside into the rain, her cloak hood pulled over her head. She had went to her garden patch only to find it covered in moss and vegetation. She sighed and got down on her knees, gently pulling back the moss and wines from the ground.
Adder was staggering back from the fight. He looked like hell in a nutshell as he staggered into the tavern. Cuts and bruises run down his body as he sits down in a chair to bandage himself.
The new Krathian walks out to her, and says, "Pardon me miss, you look ... familiar. Should I know you?"
"Ah, the copy" she muttered to herself and stood up, slightly annoyed by the wet grass stains on her dress "yes, krathian did i good job making... himself" she chuckled
"...I assume that means yes, do you know what happened? Where is he? Who am I? What am I supposed to do? Who are you? Why am I here?" He says, overexcited.
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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.
Stroth was in the pit of flowers and skeletons. He was carefully removing the skeleton, their chests filled with black dirt, to use as pods for the flowers. He was careful not to disturb anything he didn't need. Mavwall was watching him while pecking at a skeletons skull.
Allison went outside into the rain, her cloak hood pulled over her head. She had went to her garden patch only to find it covered in moss and vegetation. She sighed and got down on her knees, gently pulling back the moss and wines from the ground.
Adder was staggering back from the fight. He looked like hell in a nutshell as he staggered into the tavern. Cuts and bruises run down his body as he sits down in a chair to bandage himself.
The new Krathian walks out to her, and says, "Pardon me miss, you look ... familiar. Should I know you?"
"Ah, the copy" she muttered to herself and stood up, slightly annoyed by the wet grass stains on her dress "yes, krathian did i good job making... himself" she chuckled
"...I assume that means yes, do you know what happened? Where is he? Who am I? What am I supposed to do? Who are you? Why am I here?" He says, overexcited.
"..... Your... E l m o" she said, giving krathian II a name. "krathian is out of town or should i say plane, Im allison, you just... be you"
Lily is making her way to the portal that will lead her to the Nine Hells.
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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.)
*Done!*
Zylna is bored, looking out a window.
Wolfe is still drinking coffee.
Sharlene is doing some inside workouts.
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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.
galax is reading
shadow is sitting by the fire, trying to remember
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Was up till 2:00 am making this character.*
A man with a crossbow on his back and a shortsword on his hip enters the tavern. He is wearing a torn black shirt and dark green pants. His brown hair is semi-long and his leg is bloody and torn.
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Sharlene, hanging upside down from the rafters doing stomach crunches, nods in greetings.
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.
*Aight, time to bring back one of my favorite characters from the old tavern. Cutscene time.*
Despite the inherent warmth of the season, the wind swept cold through these mountain passes as a man trudged through the snow on the streets of a cheery little town. He had a lead in his hand and on the other end of that lead was a goat the size of a horse, its large curving horns strung with bells of all shapes and sizes. Kids ran around him, trying to catch a look at his sword and shield. He laughed, it was just a couple of pieces of metal, but you know kids. He handed them each a bit of honeycomb and sent them on their way to their mothers. He had spent the last few nights battling nightmares both in and out of his mind, and he needed a place to rest. Luckily, he had heard of a tavern a little ways away...
A 5'5" man with a light chin beard and mussed-up light-brown hair walks into the tavern. He's wearing plate armor and holding a helmet under his left arm. The armor is pocked with grime and ice, but the man's face is calm, a tired smile on his lips. He wipes the sweat off his brow and sits down to a cool drink of mead.
*So a Nathan and a goat walk into a bar...*
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"
Sharlene, hanging upside down from the rafters doing stomach crunches, nods in greeting as he walks in.
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.
The man doesn't notice her and he sits down in a chair heavily.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
He nods back, a little surprised by her position.
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"
Stroth was in the pit of flowers and skeletons. He was carefully removing the skeleton, their chests filled with black dirt, to use as pods for the flowers. He was careful not to disturb anything he didn't need. Mavwall was watching him while pecking at a skeletons skull.
Allison went outside into the rain, her cloak hood pulled over her head. She had went to her garden patch only to find it covered in moss and vegetation. She sighed and got down on her knees, gently pulling back the moss and wines from the ground.
Adder was staggering back from the fight. He looked like hell in a nutshell as he staggered into the tavern. Cuts and bruises run down his body as he sits down in a chair to bandage himself.
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
She goes back to doing stomach crunches, seemingly able to do them with ease.
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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.
The new Krathian walks out to her, and says, "Pardon me miss, you look ... familiar. Should I know you?"
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"
He sips his drink and begins to doff his chest plate, leaving his greaves on.
*This reminds me of an old Forgotten Realms comic. There's this one elf who keeps trying to get into a women-only bar, and the bouncer tells him off for trying to go in because he's a man. The elf acts offended and points out his obvious status as an elf (obviously not what she meant.) He tries to push past her, which makes sense considering she's a halfling ... except that she happens to have a belt of giant strength. She physically yeets him across the street and into the window of the opposite building.*
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"
*-WHEEZE-*
Sharlene gets bored and hops down, landing on her feet. She walks over to the bar and gets a drink for herself as well.
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.
Theren is practising archery outisde.
Ares is sleeping.
The new guy is bandaging his leg.
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"Ah, the copy" she muttered to herself and stood up, slightly annoyed by the wet grass stains on her dress "yes, krathian did i good job making... himself" she chuckled
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"...I assume that means yes, do you know what happened? Where is he? Who am I? What am I supposed to do? Who are you? Why am I here?" He says, overexcited.
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"
"..... Your... E l m o" she said, giving krathian II a name. "krathian is out of town or should i say plane, Im allison, you just... be you"
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
Kharrashim is eating waffles, content with the world.
Tevelin is reading about the Rod of Law.
Thirteen is asleep and deactivated for now.
Klei is sick of yams.
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.
"Spawn is grumping." Says Spawn grumpily.
Morbius is in a trance.
Lily is making her way to the portal that will lead her to the Nine Hells.
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?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Hey, what's that?" Kharrashim says, walking over to Lily.
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.