Allison was talking to Desgiran, she waved at Spawn kindly.
Spawn narrows his eyes for a moment before going to back to his search.
She walks over to him and watches him "What are you doing?" she asked
"What does it look like?" Spawn says dryly without looking at Alison.
She shakes her head "I can not read minds" she said.
Spawn starts muttering about mortality before turning to look at her. "I am searching for something that I hid here a bit ago...but I can't find it."
"Anything i may do to help?" she asked, tilting her head
Spawn thinks for a moment, "No. Not unless you can cast locate object."
"That i can do" she said with a grin
"What are you waiting for? I don't have all day." Spawn grumbles.
"Give me a second please" she said and went outside, sifting through a bunch of broken twigs she had gathered for a fire before coming back with a forked one.
*She is helping because she assumes he is a friend, she would be sorely wrong*
"Hmph. Alright, it's my ring. So use Spawn's Ring as your verbal part of the spell..."
*He is Neutral Evil but certain people in the Tavern have made contemplate his place amongst the cosmos. It's part of the reason why he's decided to take over the Hells.*
*Aw*
She nods and closes her eyes. Her body seems to relax a bit and concentrate.
She tilted her head. "What even is your job again?"
"Protecting towns from monsters, demons, ect." Theren says with a shrug. "I've been adventuring a lot more recently."
She giggled. "For someone who's job is protecting, you sure need a lot of it yourself sometimes."
"Yea well I haven't had to protect people in a long time..." Theren says while trailing off.
She shut up, realizing that might have hurt a bit. "I-I mean you're in a place where a lot of people are on the level of gods and demons, so it kind of makes sense..."
"Yea well it is what is." Theren says while taking a sip from a solid sliver hip flask.
She embarrassedly went back to polishing her scales.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
An Elven looking woman hovers into the Tavern, but the air around her very being is astral and otherworldly. Her hair is a golden blond with streaks of black and her skin is fair and beautiful. Her eyes reflect that of the stars above, and her robes are black and red.
A voiceless telepathy enters their mind Hello. Welcome.
Hm, thank you, I think.
Whats your name?
I have many, but you may call me Lilith.
Hello, Lilith. What brings you here?
Hm, I'm not sure I'm willing to disclose that with a stranger, Enethia. It is impolite to ask for someone's name without giving yours first.
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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.)
She tilted her head. "What even is your job again?"
"Protecting towns from monsters, demons, ect." Theren says with a shrug. "I've been adventuring a lot more recently."
She giggled. "For someone who's job is protecting, you sure need a lot of it yourself sometimes."
"Yea well I haven't had to protect people in a long time..." Theren says while trailing off.
She shut up, realizing that might have hurt a bit. "I-I mean you're in a place where a lot of people are on the level of gods and demons, so it kind of makes sense..."
"Yea well it is what is." Theren says while taking a sip from a solid sliver hip flask.
She embarrassedly went back to polishing her scales.
Allison was talking to Desgiran, she waved at Spawn kindly.
Spawn narrows his eyes for a moment before going to back to his search.
She walks over to him and watches him "What are you doing?" she asked
"What does it look like?" Spawn says dryly without looking at Alison.
She shakes her head "I can not read minds" she said.
Spawn starts muttering about mortality before turning to look at her. "I am searching for something that I hid here a bit ago...but I can't find it."
"Anything i may do to help?" she asked, tilting her head
Spawn thinks for a moment, "No. Not unless you can cast locate object."
"That i can do" she said with a grin
"What are you waiting for? I don't have all day." Spawn grumbles.
"Give me a second please" she said and went outside, sifting through a bunch of broken twigs she had gathered for a fire before coming back with a forked one.
*She is helping because she assumes he is a friend, she would be sorely wrong*
"Hmph. Alright, it's my ring. So use Spawn's Ring as your verbal part of the spell..."
*He is Neutral Evil but certain people in the Tavern have made contemplate his place amongst the cosmos. It's part of the reason why he's decided to take over the Hells.*
*Aw*
She nods and closes her eyes. Her body seems to relax a bit and concentrate.
She begins to feel a pull beneath a berry bush.
"Where is it?"
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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.)
Frathian is drinking a beer, feeling like an idiot, and also feeling a sense of urgency to fix a problem that he doesn't know anything about. He sighs, trying to remember anything before waking up in the plane of mirrors. He beats his own head against the table. Muttering, "Mnedera, mnedera, mnedera!" or, "Think think think!"
Jim is stocking up on guns, keeping them in the shed out back where he sleeps. He steps back and puts his hand on his hips, a nervous smile on his face, admiring his collection. Since meeting Damien the first time he's begun collecting them. He now has a decent arsenal - four blunderbusses (blunderbi?) twelve flintlock pistols, five muskets, and his good old club, made out of a piece of a broken wood pallet, that he had had since first running from Xanathar. While he is afraid of bright lights and loud noises, he feels safer knowing he has the means to protect himself.
Tara is building another tiny matchstick sculpture, whistling Tu'ralu. It's nice, anybody who is affiliated or has had dealings with the Harpers near Waterdeep recognizes it as the Harper mission coordinator for that area, William Brythoby. She leans back in her chair, admiring her work, before lighting a match against her boot and setting it alight. As it burns, the sculpture changes positions, first onto its knees, then its hands and knees, before collapsing entirely into ashes.
A nearby tree falls down.
He jumps, grabs his club, and whirls around holding it like a baseball bat, eyes wide.
Sharlene is standing at the stump, rolling her arm over. "Man, I've been relaxing too much."
He lowers the club, "Jeez Sharlene, what're you doing out here?"
She looked up. "Oh, hey. I'm just working out."
He looks at the tree, then back at Sharlene, and says: "Sharlene, that was a tree."
"Yeah, and?"
"And you're a human," he looks back at her and then the tree, "And that tree is a full-sized tree, it's gotta be at least fifty feet tall."
"Are you sayin I got a limit?"
"I'm saying you have an abnormally tiny limit."
She started laughing. "An abnormally tiny limit? Are ya serious?" She walked over and got in his face. "Scaredy cat, remember these words: The only way to find a limit is to exceed it." She grabbed his collar. "Ain't no limit is gonna stop me from being the strongest, you hear?"
He puts up his hands pacifyingly, "That's what I meant. I swear Sharlene. I only meant you're less limited than most people"
*Dumb semantics, I was trying to figure out how that would work out to be a compliment...*
*lol, either way, I would have figured out a way to get her to use that quote.*
She smirked, letting him go. "Anyone can ignore 'limits', you just gotta burn everything in your way, especially fear."
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An Elven looking woman hovers into the Tavern, but the air around her very being is astral and otherworldly. Her hair is a golden blond with streaks of black and her skin is fair and beautiful. Her eyes reflect that of the stars above, and her robes are black and red.
A voiceless telepathy enters their mind Hello. Welcome.
Hm, thank you, I think.
Whats your name?
I have many, but you may call me Lilith.
Hello, Lilith. What brings you here?
Hm, I'm not sure I'm willing to disclose that with a stranger, Enethia. It is impolite to ask for someone's name without giving yours first.
And.... How exactly did you know mine? Thats rather impressive
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She sighs "Quite sorry but i have never heard of them" she said and gave a sad smile "i wish i knew more so i could you"
".... Why?"
"Because you seem like a nice enough person and if you are trapped, and im assuming for a bad reason, then i should help you"
"No." Spawn interjects. "He's not worth helping. He deserves his punishment."
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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.)
They seem to continue watching, however not following
Allison sips her coffee then looks up at them "Are you coming?" she chirps.
They walk over slowly "Does it matter?"
"Well... you have something that's annoying you and that's bad, yes? Wouldn't it be better to talk about it?"
"This place annoys me. This trap. This mocking form Im in."
"Your form or the tavern?" she asked
"Both"
"Ah" she said, nodding her head and stirring in a bit of cream to her coffee "What about your form is displeasing to you"
"Its nothing of what I am. Small. Pathetic looking."
"What do you look like normally?"
"Nightmares. An incarnate of innate mortal fears, desires, and emotion"
"a devil??" she asked
"No. Far from it. I am Desgiran. I am individual."
"Well what are you in general, You said a manifestation of fears and desires but what are you."
"Desgiran. I do not fit into your categories such as 'devil' or 'demon'. Desgiran, and Desgiran only defines me"
She tilts her head to the side "well, i guess i could say that got us somewhere" she said and sipped her coffee "Why are you annoyed at the tavern?"
"Cage. Its a trap Ive been placed in"
"A trap??" she asked, raising an eyebrow "How so?"
"Ive been forced here, and cant leave. Not yet"
"Who or what forced you here?"
"... Arcaidon."
*May i roll a..... history or arcana to know who that would be?*
"Arcaidon?" she repeated
*Religion* They nod
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Shes never heard of them
She sighs "Quite sorry but i have never heard of them" she said and gave a sad smile "i wish i knew more so i could you"
".... Why?"
"Because you seem like a nice enough person and if you are trapped, and im assuming for a bad reason, then i should help you"
".... Strange"
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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)
Allison was talking to Desgiran, she waved at Spawn kindly.
Spawn narrows his eyes for a moment before going to back to his search.
She walks over to him and watches him "What are you doing?" she asked
"What does it look like?" Spawn says dryly without looking at Alison.
She shakes her head "I can not read minds" she said.
Spawn starts muttering about mortality before turning to look at her. "I am searching for something that I hid here a bit ago...but I can't find it."
"Anything i may do to help?" she asked, tilting her head
Spawn thinks for a moment, "No. Not unless you can cast locate object."
"That i can do" she said with a grin
"What are you waiting for? I don't have all day." Spawn grumbles.
"Give me a second please" she said and went outside, sifting through a bunch of broken twigs she had gathered for a fire before coming back with a forked one.
*She is helping because she assumes he is a friend, she would be sorely wrong*
"Hmph. Alright, it's my ring. So use Spawn's Ring as your verbal part of the spell..."
*He is Neutral Evil but certain people in the Tavern have made contemplate his place amongst the cosmos. It's part of the reason why he's decided to take over the Hells.*
*Aw*
She nods and closes her eyes. Her body seems to relax a bit and concentrate.
She begins to feel a pull beneath a berry bush.
"Where is it?"
She seems to squint her eyes a bit as if to make out the surroundings "A berry bush..." she said
Frathian is drinking a beer, feeling like an idiot, and also feeling a sense of urgency to fix a problem that he doesn't know anything about. He sighs, trying to remember anything before waking up in the plane of mirrors. He beats his own head against the table. Muttering, "Mnedera, mnedera, mnedera!" or, "Think think think!"
Jim is stocking up on guns, keeping them in the shed out back where he sleeps. He steps back and puts his hand on his hips, a nervous smile on his face, admiring his collection. Since meeting Damien the first time he's begun collecting them. He now has a decent arsenal - four blunderbusses (blunderbi?) twelve flintlock pistols, five muskets, and his good old club, made out of a piece of a broken wood pallet, that he had had since first running from Xanathar. While he is afraid of bright lights and loud noises, he feels safer knowing he has the means to protect himself.
Tara is building another tiny matchstick sculpture, whistling Tu'ralu. It's nice, anybody who is affiliated or has had dealings with the Harpers near Waterdeep recognizes it as the Harper mission coordinator for that area, William Brythoby. She leans back in her chair, admiring her work, before lighting a match against her boot and setting it alight. As it burns, the sculpture changes positions, first onto its knees, then its hands and knees, before collapsing entirely into ashes.
A nearby tree falls down.
He jumps, grabs his club, and whirls around holding it like a baseball bat, eyes wide.
Sharlene is standing at the stump, rolling her arm over. "Man, I've been relaxing too much."
He lowers the club, "Jeez Sharlene, what're you doing out here?"
She looked up. "Oh, hey. I'm just working out."
He looks at the tree, then back at Sharlene, and says: "Sharlene, that was a tree."
"Yeah, and?"
"And you're a human," he looks back at her and then the tree, "And that tree is a full-sized tree, it's gotta be at least fifty feet tall."
"Are you sayin I got a limit?"
"I'm saying you have an abnormally tiny limit."
She started laughing. "An abnormally tiny limit? Are ya serious?" She walked over and got in his face. "Scaredy cat, remember these words: The only way to find a limit is to exceed it." She grabbed his collar. "Ain't no limit is gonna stop me from being the strongest, you hear?"
He puts up his hands pacifyingly, "That's what I meant. I swear Sharlene. I only meant you're less limited than most people"
*Dumb semantics, I was trying to figure out how that would work out to be a compliment...*
*lol, either way, I would have figured out a way to get her to use that quote.*
She smirked, letting him go. "Anyone can ignore 'limits', you just gotta burn everything in your way, especially fear."
His eyes roll back into his head, and she can hear a voice in her mind. "THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND FEAR, YOU WOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT IMBECILIC MORTAL" Then Jim falls over on the ground, Sharlene can hear snoring.
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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.
An Elven looking woman hovers into the Tavern, but the air around her very being is astral and otherworldly. Her hair is a golden blond with streaks of black and her skin is fair and beautiful. Her eyes reflect that of the stars above, and her robes are black and red.
A voiceless telepathy enters their mind Hello. Welcome.
Hm, thank you, I think.
Whats your name?
I have many, but you may call me Lilith.
Hello, Lilith. What brings you here?
Hm, I'm not sure I'm willing to disclose that with a stranger, Enethia. It is impolite to ask for someone's name without giving yours first.
And.... How exactly did you know mine? Thats rather impressive
I know many things. It's not very impressive compared to what I'm up against- but I'm not sure how many can comprehend it either.
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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.)
An Elven looking woman hovers into the Tavern, but the air around her very being is astral and otherworldly. Her hair is a golden blond with streaks of black and her skin is fair and beautiful. Her eyes reflect that of the stars above, and her robes are black and red.
A voiceless telepathy enters their mind Hello. Welcome.
Hm, thank you, I think.
Whats your name?
I have many, but you may call me Lilith.
Hello, Lilith. What brings you here?
Hm, I'm not sure I'm willing to disclose that with a stranger, Enethia. It is impolite to ask for someone's name without giving yours first.
And.... How exactly did you know mine? Thats rather impressive
I know many things. It's not very impressive compared to what I'm up against- but I'm not sure how many can comprehend it either.
What are you up against, exactly?
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She seems to squint her eyes a bit as if to make out the surroundings "A berry bush..." she said
Spawn whips out his serrated chains and uproots the nearest berry bush. Through the flying dirt and roots, a golden ring flies through the debris. Spawn snatches it mid air and holds it gently in his palm.
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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.)
An Elven looking woman hovers into the Tavern, but the air around her very being is astral and otherworldly. Her hair is a golden blond with streaks of black and her skin is fair and beautiful. Her eyes reflect that of the stars above, and her robes are black and red.
A voiceless telepathy enters their mind Hello. Welcome.
Hm, thank you, I think.
Whats your name?
I have many, but you may call me Lilith.
Hello, Lilith. What brings you here?
Hm, I'm not sure I'm willing to disclose that with a stranger, Enethia. It is impolite to ask for someone's name without giving yours first.
And.... How exactly did you know mine? Thats rather impressive
I know many things. It's not very impressive compared to what I'm up against- but I'm not sure how many can comprehend it either.
What are you up against, exactly?
You wouldn't be able to understand, I'm afraid. My plans are...extremely time-bent.
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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.)
Frathian is drinking a beer, feeling like an idiot, and also feeling a sense of urgency to fix a problem that he doesn't know anything about. He sighs, trying to remember anything before waking up in the plane of mirrors. He beats his own head against the table. Muttering, "Mnedera, mnedera, mnedera!" or, "Think think think!"
Jim is stocking up on guns, keeping them in the shed out back where he sleeps. He steps back and puts his hand on his hips, a nervous smile on his face, admiring his collection. Since meeting Damien the first time he's begun collecting them. He now has a decent arsenal - four blunderbusses (blunderbi?) twelve flintlock pistols, five muskets, and his good old club, made out of a piece of a broken wood pallet, that he had had since first running from Xanathar. While he is afraid of bright lights and loud noises, he feels safer knowing he has the means to protect himself.
Tara is building another tiny matchstick sculpture, whistling Tu'ralu. It's nice, anybody who is affiliated or has had dealings with the Harpers near Waterdeep recognizes it as the Harper mission coordinator for that area, William Brythoby. She leans back in her chair, admiring her work, before lighting a match against her boot and setting it alight. As it burns, the sculpture changes positions, first onto its knees, then its hands and knees, before collapsing entirely into ashes.
A nearby tree falls down.
He jumps, grabs his club, and whirls around holding it like a baseball bat, eyes wide.
Sharlene is standing at the stump, rolling her arm over. "Man, I've been relaxing too much."
He lowers the club, "Jeez Sharlene, what're you doing out here?"
She looked up. "Oh, hey. I'm just working out."
He looks at the tree, then back at Sharlene, and says: "Sharlene, that was a tree."
"Yeah, and?"
"And you're a human," he looks back at her and then the tree, "And that tree is a full-sized tree, it's gotta be at least fifty feet tall."
"Are you sayin I got a limit?"
"I'm saying you have an abnormally tiny limit."
She started laughing. "An abnormally tiny limit? Are ya serious?" She walked over and got in his face. "Scaredy cat, remember these words: The only way to find a limit is to exceed it." She grabbed his collar. "Ain't no limit is gonna stop me from being the strongest, you hear?"
He puts up his hands pacifyingly, "That's what I meant. I swear Sharlene. I only meant you're less limited than most people"
*Dumb semantics, I was trying to figure out how that would work out to be a compliment...*
*lol, either way, I would have figured out a way to get her to use that quote.*
She smirked, letting him go. "Anyone can ignore 'limits', you just gotta burn everything in your way, especially fear."
His eyes roll back into his head, and she can hear a voice in her mind. "THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND FEAR, YOU WOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT IMBECILIC MORTAL" Then Jim falls over on the ground, Sharlene can hear snoring.
She looked around, not impressed. "Huh. Hey, Scaredy cat..." She nudged him with a foot. "... you got a demon in ya or something?"
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She tilted her head. "What even is your job again?"
"Protecting towns from monsters, demons, ect." Theren says with a shrug. "I've been adventuring a lot more recently."
She giggled. "For someone who's job is protecting, you sure need a lot of it yourself sometimes."
"Yea well I haven't had to protect people in a long time..." Theren says while trailing off.
She shut up, realizing that might have hurt a bit. "I-I mean you're in a place where a lot of people are on the level of gods and demons, so it kind of makes sense..."
"Yea well it is what is." Theren says while taking a sip from a solid sliver hip flask.
She embarrassedly went back to polishing her scales.
Theren seems lost in thought.
Her bracelets clink as she moves them to polish her arm scales.
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*Aw*
She nods and closes her eyes. Her body seems to relax a bit and concentrate.
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 embarrassedly went back to polishing her scales.
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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.
Hm, I'm not sure I'm willing to disclose that with a stranger, Enethia. It is impolite to ask for someone's name without giving yours first.
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.)
"Because you seem like a nice enough person and if you are trapped, and im assuming for a bad reason, then i should help 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
Theren seems lost in thought.
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She begins to feel a pull beneath a berry bush.
"Where is it?"
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.)
*lol, either way, I would have figured out a way to get her to use that quote.*
She smirked, letting him go. "Anyone can ignore 'limits', you just gotta burn everything in your way, especially fear."
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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.
And.... How exactly did you know mine? Thats rather impressive
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)
"No." Spawn interjects. "He's not worth helping. He deserves his punishment."
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.)
".... Strange"
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)
She seems to squint her eyes a bit as if to make out the surroundings "A berry bush..." she said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
His eyes roll back into his head, and she can hear a voice in her mind. "THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND FEAR, YOU WOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT IMBECILIC MORTAL" Then Jim falls over on the ground, Sharlene can hear snoring.
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.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
I know many things. It's not very impressive compared to what I'm up against- but I'm not sure how many can comprehend it either.
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.)
She looks up at Spawn and smiles "Hi!" she chirps "and whats this about them in punishment?"
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
What are you up against, exactly?
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)
Spawn whips out his serrated chains and uproots the nearest berry bush. Through the flying dirt and roots, a golden ring flies through the debris. Spawn snatches it mid air and holds it gently in his palm.
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.)
You wouldn't be able to understand, I'm afraid. My plans are...extremely time-bent.
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.)
She looked around, not impressed. "Huh. Hey, Scaredy cat..." She nudged him with a foot. "... you got a demon in ya or something?"
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.
she raises an eyebrow as if to say "Why?"
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
Her bracelets clink as she moves them to polish her arm scales.
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.