Kharrashim (my red dragonborn ranger, remember him?) walks over to Galax. "Galax! How long has it been?" He says cheerfully, sitting down near Galax. "Whatcha writing?"
Kharrashim (my red dragonborn ranger, remember him?) walks over to Galax. "Galax! How long has it been?" He says cheerfully, sitting down near Galax. "Whatcha writing?"
*i think i remember him*
"its been awhile, as for what im wrighting, its a short story that probably will not be short"
*heres what it says, no relation to the city of white water thread*
Whitewater was burning. It was early morning, and flames whipped around the village square. Doors banged open, and villagers shouted, trying to form a bucket brigade to put out the fire. In all the chaos, no one noticed three figures throwing something onto the backs of one of the horses and fleeing into the night.
The next morning, Donaar walked out of his small house on the outskirts of the town. smelling smoke in the air, he runs towards the center of town, only pausing to grab his battleax. Donnar breaks into a run, the ground crunching under his feet. As he turns the corner he crashes into someone, toppling both of them to the ground. As he gets up, Donnar offers his hand towards the figure.
“Sorry about that” he says rather sheepishly, offering a hand towards the figure.
“It's fine” the figure replies, as they stand up they take off their hood and Donnar immediately recognizes them as an elf “my name is Aramil, what's yours?” he says. Offering a hand to Donnar.
“I am Donnar, I live on the outskirts of town, '' he says, shaking Aramils hand. “I smelled smoke in the air, and I was going to go ask what happened.” Aramil looks shocked at this “have you not heard? Some bandits kidnapped the son of the mayor, and then set the village square on fire!”
Kharrashim (my red dragonborn ranger, remember him?) walks over to Galax. "Galax! How long has it been?" He says cheerfully, sitting down near Galax. "Whatcha writing?"
*i think i remember him*
"its been awhile, as for what im wrighting, its a short story that probably will not be short"
*heres what it says, no relation to the city of white water thread*
Whitewater was burning. It was early morning, and flames whipped around the village square. Doors banged open, and villagers shouted, trying to form a bucket brigade to put out the fire. In all the chaos, no one noticed three figures throwing something onto the backs of one of the horses and fleeing into the night.
The next morning, Donaar walked out of his small house on the outskirts of the town. smelling smoke in the air, he runs towards the center of town, only pausing to grab his battleax. Donnar breaks into a run, the ground crunching under his feet. As he turns the corner he crashes into someone, toppling both of them to the ground. As he gets up, Donnar offers his hand towards the figure.
“Sorry about that” he says rather sheepishly, offering a hand towards the figure.
“It's fine” the figure replies, as they stand up they take off their hood and Donnar immediately recognizes them as an elf “my name is Aramil, what's yours?” he says. Offering a hand to Donnar.
“I am Donnar, I live on the outskirts of town, '' he says, shaking Aramils hand. “I smelled smoke in the air, and I was going to go ask what happened.” Aramil looks shocked at this “have you not heard? Some bandits kidnapped the son of the mayor, and then set the village square on fire!”
Kharrashim (my red dragonborn ranger, remember him?) walks over to Galax. "Galax! How long has it been?" He says cheerfully, sitting down near Galax. "Whatcha writing?"
*i think i remember him*
"its been awhile, as for what im wrighting, its a short story that probably will not be short"
*heres what it says, no relation to the city of white water thread*
Whitewater was burning. It was early morning, and flames whipped around the village square. Doors banged open, and villagers shouted, trying to form a bucket brigade to put out the fire. In all the chaos, no one noticed three figures throwing something onto the backs of one of the horses and fleeing into the night.
The next morning, Donaar walked out of his small house on the outskirts of the town. smelling smoke in the air, he runs towards the center of town, only pausing to grab his battleax. Donnar breaks into a run, the ground crunching under his feet. As he turns the corner he crashes into someone, toppling both of them to the ground. As he gets up, Donnar offers his hand towards the figure.
“Sorry about that” he says rather sheepishly, offering a hand towards the figure.
“It's fine” the figure replies, as they stand up they take off their hood and Donnar immediately recognizes them as an elf “my name is Aramil, what's yours?” he says. Offering a hand to Donnar.
“I am Donnar, I live on the outskirts of town, '' he says, shaking Aramils hand. “I smelled smoke in the air, and I was going to go ask what happened.” Aramil looks shocked at this “have you not heard? Some bandits kidnapped the son of the mayor, and then set the village square on fire!”
"Very interesting. Is this a true story?"
"No, just something that im working on, writing is one of my hobbies"
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.)
Kharrashim (my red dragonborn ranger, remember him?) walks over to Galax. "Galax! How long has it been?" He says cheerfully, sitting down near Galax. "Whatcha writing?"
*i think i remember him*
"its been awhile, as for what im wrighting, its a short story that probably will not be short"
*heres what it says, no relation to the city of white water thread*
Whitewater was burning. It was early morning, and flames whipped around the village square. Doors banged open, and villagers shouted, trying to form a bucket brigade to put out the fire. In all the chaos, no one noticed three figures throwing something onto the backs of one of the horses and fleeing into the night.
The next morning, Donaar walked out of his small house on the outskirts of the town. smelling smoke in the air, he runs towards the center of town, only pausing to grab his battleax. Donnar breaks into a run, the ground crunching under his feet. As he turns the corner he crashes into someone, toppling both of them to the ground. As he gets up, Donnar offers his hand towards the figure.
“Sorry about that” he says rather sheepishly, offering a hand towards the figure.
“It's fine” the figure replies, as they stand up they take off their hood and Donnar immediately recognizes them as an elf “my name is Aramil, what's yours?” he says. Offering a hand to Donnar.
“I am Donnar, I live on the outskirts of town, '' he says, shaking Aramils hand. “I smelled smoke in the air, and I was going to go ask what happened.” Aramil looks shocked at this “have you not heard? Some bandits kidnapped the son of the mayor, and then set the village square on fire!”
"Very interesting. Is this a true story?"
"No, just something that im working on, writing is one of my hobbies"
"Hm, dragonborn rarely make up stories. We're more of a militaristic people. How have you been while I've been away? I hear there was a battle to write home about!"
Kharrashim (my red dragonborn ranger, remember him?) walks over to Galax. "Galax! How long has it been?" He says cheerfully, sitting down near Galax. "Whatcha writing?"
*i think i remember him*
"its been awhile, as for what im wrighting, its a short story that probably will not be short"
*heres what it says, no relation to the city of white water thread*
Whitewater was burning. It was early morning, and flames whipped around the village square. Doors banged open, and villagers shouted, trying to form a bucket brigade to put out the fire. In all the chaos, no one noticed three figures throwing something onto the backs of one of the horses and fleeing into the night.
The next morning, Donaar walked out of his small house on the outskirts of the town. smelling smoke in the air, he runs towards the center of town, only pausing to grab his battleax. Donnar breaks into a run, the ground crunching under his feet. As he turns the corner he crashes into someone, toppling both of them to the ground. As he gets up, Donnar offers his hand towards the figure.
“Sorry about that” he says rather sheepishly, offering a hand towards the figure.
“It's fine” the figure replies, as they stand up they take off their hood and Donnar immediately recognizes them as an elf “my name is Aramil, what's yours?” he says. Offering a hand to Donnar.
“I am Donnar, I live on the outskirts of town, '' he says, shaking Aramils hand. “I smelled smoke in the air, and I was going to go ask what happened.” Aramil looks shocked at this “have you not heard? Some bandits kidnapped the son of the mayor, and then set the village square on fire!”
"Very interesting. Is this a true story?"
"No, just something that im working on, writing is one of my hobbies"
"Hm, dragonborn rarely make up stories. We're more of a militaristic people. How have you been while I've been away? I hear there was a battle to write home about!"
"it was just someone with an overconfident ego, the most dangerous thing was a ghoul, but there where only two of them"
Kharrashim (my red dragonborn ranger, remember him?) walks over to Galax. "Galax! How long has it been?" He says cheerfully, sitting down near Galax. "Whatcha writing?"
*i think i remember him*
"its been awhile, as for what im wrighting, its a short story that probably will not be short"
*heres what it says, no relation to the city of white water thread*
Whitewater was burning. It was early morning, and flames whipped around the village square. Doors banged open, and villagers shouted, trying to form a bucket brigade to put out the fire. In all the chaos, no one noticed three figures throwing something onto the backs of one of the horses and fleeing into the night.
The next morning, Donaar walked out of his small house on the outskirts of the town. smelling smoke in the air, he runs towards the center of town, only pausing to grab his battleax. Donnar breaks into a run, the ground crunching under his feet. As he turns the corner he crashes into someone, toppling both of them to the ground. As he gets up, Donnar offers his hand towards the figure.
“Sorry about that” he says rather sheepishly, offering a hand towards the figure.
“It's fine” the figure replies, as they stand up they take off their hood and Donnar immediately recognizes them as an elf “my name is Aramil, what's yours?” he says. Offering a hand to Donnar.
“I am Donnar, I live on the outskirts of town, '' he says, shaking Aramils hand. “I smelled smoke in the air, and I was going to go ask what happened.” Aramil looks shocked at this “have you not heard? Some bandits kidnapped the son of the mayor, and then set the village square on fire!”
"Very interesting. Is this a true story?"
"No, just something that im working on, writing is one of my hobbies"
"Hm, dragonborn rarely make up stories. We're more of a militaristic people. How have you been while I've been away? I hear there was a battle to write home about!"
"it was just someone with an overconfident ego, the most dangerous thing was a ghoul, but there where only two of them"
"Don't sound too tough. The overconfident often are the first to fall in battle. Guess that would count me and Eltu..." Kharrashim is silent for a while, staring into space.
Kharrashim (my red dragonborn ranger, remember him?) walks over to Galax. "Galax! How long has it been?" He says cheerfully, sitting down near Galax. "Whatcha writing?"
*i think i remember him*
"its been awhile, as for what im wrighting, its a short story that probably will not be short"
*heres what it says, no relation to the city of white water thread*
Whitewater was burning. It was early morning, and flames whipped around the village square. Doors banged open, and villagers shouted, trying to form a bucket brigade to put out the fire. In all the chaos, no one noticed three figures throwing something onto the backs of one of the horses and fleeing into the night.
The next morning, Donaar walked out of his small house on the outskirts of the town. smelling smoke in the air, he runs towards the center of town, only pausing to grab his battleax. Donnar breaks into a run, the ground crunching under his feet. As he turns the corner he crashes into someone, toppling both of them to the ground. As he gets up, Donnar offers his hand towards the figure.
“Sorry about that” he says rather sheepishly, offering a hand towards the figure.
“It's fine” the figure replies, as they stand up they take off their hood and Donnar immediately recognizes them as an elf “my name is Aramil, what's yours?” he says. Offering a hand to Donnar.
“I am Donnar, I live on the outskirts of town, '' he says, shaking Aramils hand. “I smelled smoke in the air, and I was going to go ask what happened.” Aramil looks shocked at this “have you not heard? Some bandits kidnapped the son of the mayor, and then set the village square on fire!”
"Very interesting. Is this a true story?"
"No, just something that im working on, writing is one of my hobbies"
"Hm, dragonborn rarely make up stories. We're more of a militaristic people. How have you been while I've been away? I hear there was a battle to write home about!"
"it was just someone with an overconfident ego, the most dangerous thing was a ghoul, but there where only two of them"
"Don't sound too tough. The overconfident often are the first to fall in battle. Guess that would count me and Eltu..." Kharrashim is silent for a while, staring into space.
Kharrashim (my red dragonborn ranger, remember him?) walks over to Galax. "Galax! How long has it been?" He says cheerfully, sitting down near Galax. "Whatcha writing?"
*i think i remember him*
"its been awhile, as for what im wrighting, its a short story that probably will not be short"
*heres what it says, no relation to the city of white water thread*
Whitewater was burning. It was early morning, and flames whipped around the village square. Doors banged open, and villagers shouted, trying to form a bucket brigade to put out the fire. In all the chaos, no one noticed three figures throwing something onto the backs of one of the horses and fleeing into the night.
The next morning, Donaar walked out of his small house on the outskirts of the town. smelling smoke in the air, he runs towards the center of town, only pausing to grab his battleax. Donnar breaks into a run, the ground crunching under his feet. As he turns the corner he crashes into someone, toppling both of them to the ground. As he gets up, Donnar offers his hand towards the figure.
“Sorry about that” he says rather sheepishly, offering a hand towards the figure.
“It's fine” the figure replies, as they stand up they take off their hood and Donnar immediately recognizes them as an elf “my name is Aramil, what's yours?” he says. Offering a hand to Donnar.
“I am Donnar, I live on the outskirts of town, '' he says, shaking Aramils hand. “I smelled smoke in the air, and I was going to go ask what happened.” Aramil looks shocked at this “have you not heard? Some bandits kidnapped the son of the mayor, and then set the village square on fire!”
"Very interesting. Is this a true story?"
"No, just something that im working on, writing is one of my hobbies"
"Hm, dragonborn rarely make up stories. We're more of a militaristic people. How have you been while I've been away? I hear there was a battle to write home about!"
"it was just someone with an overconfident ego, the most dangerous thing was a ghoul, but there where only two of them"
"Don't sound too tough. The overconfident often are the first to fall in battle. Guess that would count me and Eltu..." Kharrashim is silent for a while, staring into space.
"whos Eltu?"
"My friend. He... he died. In the fire giants' forge."
*Goooood morning everyone! I have not slept a wink, so i have decided to cause massive amounts of chaos with my presence*
Poppy is still being held in the air by atemos for stealing
Azazel is half asleep in his room, hanging off of his bed
Avery is having a memorial for his octopus friend
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
Stroth was asleep.
Argus was sitting outside, now in his beta/human form to hide from the sunlight.
Allison was talking with spawn.
Adder was hanging out in the rafters.
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
*Aw, sad times.*
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
*Aaand its not easy to tie my characters into this.... hmm*
Azazel slumps down the stairs, heading to the bar to order some coffee
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
*Oh dear... Klei is not gonna be happy. Like, held up in the air by magic, or just by physical strength?*
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.
shadow is sitting at the bar, drinking coffee
galax is wrighting a story
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Kharrashim (my red dragonborn ranger, remember him?) walks over to Galax. "Galax! How long has it been?" He says cheerfully, sitting down near Galax. "Whatcha writing?"
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.
*i think i remember him*
"its been awhile, as for what im wrighting, its a short story that probably will not be short"
*heres what it says, no relation to the city of white water thread*
Whitewater was burning. It was early morning, and flames whipped around the village square. Doors banged open, and villagers shouted, trying to form a bucket brigade to put out the fire. In all the chaos, no one noticed three figures throwing something onto the backs of one of the horses and fleeing into the night.
The next morning, Donaar walked out of his small house on the outskirts of the town. smelling smoke in the air, he runs towards the center of town, only pausing to grab his battleax. Donnar breaks into a run, the ground crunching under his feet. As he turns the corner he crashes into someone, toppling both of them to the ground. As he gets up, Donnar offers his hand towards the figure.
“Sorry about that” he says rather sheepishly, offering a hand towards the figure.
“It's fine” the figure replies, as they stand up they take off their hood and Donnar immediately recognizes them as an elf “my name is Aramil, what's yours?” he says. Offering a hand to Donnar.
“I am Donnar, I live on the outskirts of town, '' he says, shaking Aramils hand. “I smelled smoke in the air, and I was going to go ask what happened.” Aramil looks shocked at this “have you not heard? Some bandits kidnapped the son of the mayor, and then set the village square on fire!”
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Very interesting. Is this a true story?"
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.
*Physical strength, just stright up choke. Also atemos's player is offline*
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
*Dang, I had an idea for a rad interaction involving lots of awesome stuff from an OP rogue. Well got any other actives?*
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.
"No, just something that im working on, writing is one of my hobbies"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Spawn is brooding grumpily.
Morbius is scouting outside the Tavern.
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.)
*Avery and azazel, as seen above*
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
"Hm, dragonborn rarely make up stories. We're more of a militaristic people. How have you been while I've been away? I hear there was a battle to write home about!"
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.
Theren is drinking
Ares is napping
Samuel is reading in the rafters.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"it was just someone with an overconfident ego, the most dangerous thing was a ghoul, but there where only two of them"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Don't sound too tough. The overconfident often are the first to fall in battle. Guess that would count me and Eltu..." Kharrashim is silent for a while, staring into space.
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.
"whos Eltu?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"My friend. He... he died. In the fire giants' forge."
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.