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.
*How tall is Spawn cuz Allison is 5'8*
She stands on the tips of her toes to see the ring. "Tis a beautiful thing" she said.
*6'8"*
"A thousand years ago...I was married, I think. I don't remember, but this ring will help me to."
"Memories are inside of said ring?" she asked, raising an eyebrow
"Memories are like fragments of tangible time. If you know how to draw those fragments and place them together, you can see everything it will allow you to."
"Do you have a single memory of your old life?" she asked
"No. When I arose out of the river Styx, I only knew how to hate and that I wanted revenge."
She tilted her head "Forgive my questions but do you know why you wanted revenge?" she asked
"Yes." Spawn clenched his fists and scowled. "I knew they trapped my soul there. I knew they cheated me out of my past life, whatever it was. I've wanted them to pay ever since."
*How good is Spawns Wisdom?, i wanna try a really old spell i made for Allison with homebrew*
She watches him for a second and beckons for him to stoop down.
*It's a 27 and he's proficient in WIS saving throws.*
Spawn narrows his eyes, "No."
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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?"
He's sound asleep.
*Maybe he does*
*I am Sherluck Homez.*
She picks him up and drags him to sit against a wall.
Snoring.
She walks off to get a bucket of water, then comes back and splashes him.
He wakes up, sputtering, and viciously throws a brick at Sharlene in fear, missing her by a mile. He scratches his head "Huh, musta gone out again."
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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.
"i know you are atracted to azazel, and he seems to have a thing for tieflings, and im also his favorite color, but i want you to know im not attracted to him either, or any men for that matter"
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.
*How tall is Spawn cuz Allison is 5'8*
She stands on the tips of her toes to see the ring. "Tis a beautiful thing" she said.
*6'8"*
"A thousand years ago...I was married, I think. I don't remember, but this ring will help me to."
"Memories are inside of said ring?" she asked, raising an eyebrow
"Memories are like fragments of tangible time. If you know how to draw those fragments and place them together, you can see everything it will allow you to."
"Do you have a single memory of your old life?" she asked
"No. When I arose out of the river Styx, I only knew how to hate and that I wanted revenge."
She tilted her head "Forgive my questions but do you know why you wanted revenge?" she asked
"Yes." Spawn clenched his fists and scowled. "I knew they trapped my soul there. I knew they cheated me out of my past life, whatever it was. I've wanted them to pay ever since."
*How good is Spawns Wisdom?, i wanna try a really old spell i made for Allison with homebrew*
She watches him for a second and beckons for him to stoop down.
*It's a 27 and he's proficient in WIS saving throws.*
Spawn narrows his eyes, "No."
*He would be able to hide certain memories from her if She were to complete the spell*
She sighs "You make this difficult" she said and grabbed a chair, standing on it. "I know this spell call 'Look back' " she explained "I can dig into the recesses of your memories to see if i can find anything, even a fragment. You can hide things if you want to if i look through them but anything that you can't remember i can try and pull into fruition" She said
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.
*How tall is Spawn cuz Allison is 5'8*
She stands on the tips of her toes to see the ring. "Tis a beautiful thing" she said.
*6'8"*
"A thousand years ago...I was married, I think. I don't remember, but this ring will help me to."
"Memories are inside of said ring?" she asked, raising an eyebrow
"Memories are like fragments of tangible time. If you know how to draw those fragments and place them together, you can see everything it will allow you to."
"Do you have a single memory of your old life?" she asked
"No. When I arose out of the river Styx, I only knew how to hate and that I wanted revenge."
She tilted her head "Forgive my questions but do you know why you wanted revenge?" she asked
"Yes." Spawn clenched his fists and scowled. "I knew they trapped my soul there. I knew they cheated me out of my past life, whatever it was. I've wanted them to pay ever since."
*How good is Spawns Wisdom?, i wanna try a really old spell i made for Allison with homebrew*
She watches him for a second and beckons for him to stoop down.
*It's a 27 and he's proficient in WIS saving throws.*
Spawn narrows his eyes, "No."
*He would be able to hide certain memories from her if She were to complete the spell*
She sighs "You make this difficult" she said and grabbed a chair, standing on it. "I know this spell call 'Look back' " she explained "I can dig into the recesses of your memories to see if i can find anything, even a fragment. You can hide things if you want to if i look through them but anything that you can't remember i can try and pull into fruition" She said
*That's actually really sweet of her but...*
"You don't understand how the Styx works, do you?" Spawn sighs, "Souls that travel the river have no recollection of their past life. The only way to retain one's memories is to find something from their past life, such as my ring or a picture of your family."
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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?"
He's sound asleep.
*Maybe he does*
*I am Sherluck Homez.*
She picks him up and drags him to sit against a wall.
Snoring.
She walks off to get a bucket of water, then comes back and splashes him.
He wakes up, sputtering, and viciously throws a brick at Sharlene in fear, missing her by a mile. He scratches his head "Huh, musta gone out again."
"Yeah, I think you got a demon problem or something there, bud."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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?"
He's sound asleep.
*Maybe he does*
*I am Sherluck Homez.*
She picks him up and drags him to sit against a wall.
Snoring.
She walks off to get a bucket of water, then comes back and splashes him.
He wakes up, sputtering, and viciously throws a brick at Sharlene in fear, missing her by a mile. He scratches his head "Huh, musta gone out again."
"Yeah, I think you got a demon problem or something there, bud."
He looks around nervously as if he could see the demon. "Wh-what?"
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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.
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.
*How tall is Spawn cuz Allison is 5'8*
She stands on the tips of her toes to see the ring. "Tis a beautiful thing" she said.
*6'8"*
"A thousand years ago...I was married, I think. I don't remember, but this ring will help me to."
"Memories are inside of said ring?" she asked, raising an eyebrow
"Memories are like fragments of tangible time. If you know how to draw those fragments and place them together, you can see everything it will allow you to."
"Do you have a single memory of your old life?" she asked
"No. When I arose out of the river Styx, I only knew how to hate and that I wanted revenge."
She tilted her head "Forgive my questions but do you know why you wanted revenge?" she asked
"Yes." Spawn clenched his fists and scowled. "I knew they trapped my soul there. I knew they cheated me out of my past life, whatever it was. I've wanted them to pay ever since."
*How good is Spawns Wisdom?, i wanna try a really old spell i made for Allison with homebrew*
She watches him for a second and beckons for him to stoop down.
*It's a 27 and he's proficient in WIS saving throws.*
Spawn narrows his eyes, "No."
*He would be able to hide certain memories from her if She were to complete the spell*
She sighs "You make this difficult" she said and grabbed a chair, standing on it. "I know this spell call 'Look back' " she explained "I can dig into the recesses of your memories to see if i can find anything, even a fragment. You can hide things if you want to if i look through them but anything that you can't remember i can try and pull into fruition" She said
*That's actually really sweet of her but...*
"You don't understand how the Styx works, do you?" Spawn sighs, "Souls that travel the river have no recollection of their past life. The only way to retain one's memories is to find something from their past life, such as my ring or a picture of your family."
"Then I'll help you find them" She said and hopped off the chair "After all you helped me".
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.
*How tall is Spawn cuz Allison is 5'8*
She stands on the tips of her toes to see the ring. "Tis a beautiful thing" she said.
*6'8"*
"A thousand years ago...I was married, I think. I don't remember, but this ring will help me to."
"Memories are inside of said ring?" she asked, raising an eyebrow
"Memories are like fragments of tangible time. If you know how to draw those fragments and place them together, you can see everything it will allow you to."
"Do you have a single memory of your old life?" she asked
"No. When I arose out of the river Styx, I only knew how to hate and that I wanted revenge."
She tilted her head "Forgive my questions but do you know why you wanted revenge?" she asked
"Yes." Spawn clenched his fists and scowled. "I knew they trapped my soul there. I knew they cheated me out of my past life, whatever it was. I've wanted them to pay ever since."
*How good is Spawns Wisdom?, i wanna try a really old spell i made for Allison with homebrew*
She watches him for a second and beckons for him to stoop down.
*It's a 27 and he's proficient in WIS saving throws.*
Spawn narrows his eyes, "No."
*He would be able to hide certain memories from her if She were to complete the spell*
She sighs "You make this difficult" she said and grabbed a chair, standing on it. "I know this spell call 'Look back' " she explained "I can dig into the recesses of your memories to see if i can find anything, even a fragment. You can hide things if you want to if i look through them but anything that you can't remember i can try and pull into fruition" She said
*That's actually really sweet of her but...*
"You don't understand how the Styx works, do you?" Spawn sighs, "Souls that travel the river have no recollection of their past life. The only way to retain one's memories is to find something from their past life, such as my ring or a picture of your family."
"Then I'll help you find them" She said and hopped off the chair "After all you helped me".
"I didn't help you." Spawn corrects.
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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.
I see.... Good luck with them, then. Could you tell me what else you know of me?
I've been watching you and your friends since Lesta appeared under the false pretense of a name among a forum of time and basic mathematics.
.... You sound fairly similar to Eris, but using less basic wording
Eris is a chaotic abnormality in your universe. She was never meant to exist. I was.
Honestly... Not the strangest things Ive heard.
I wouldn't be surprised. Not with your experiences with the otherwordly. I am what you would call...an Elder Evil. However, I would not take the name too seriously as I do not think every Elder Evil is typically Evil. Some most definitely are, but others are just beings that have ascended to something greater than the gods you've worshipped.
Im no god worshipper. I respect them, but I do not worship anything. Is your foe also an Elder 'Being'?
We are all foes to one another if we interfere with one another's thoughts and tomes. I have three, currently. Two are unbearable, one is...lovely.
Lovely in what way?
Lovely in every way.
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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?"
He's sound asleep.
*Maybe he does*
*I am Sherluck Homez.*
She picks him up and drags him to sit against a wall.
Snoring.
She walks off to get a bucket of water, then comes back and splashes him.
He wakes up, sputtering, and viciously throws a brick at Sharlene in fear, missing her by a mile. He scratches his head "Huh, musta gone out again."
"Yeah, I think you got a demon problem or something there, bud."
He looks around nervously as if he could see the demon. "Wh-what?"
"Yeah, it apparently can't handle strong women, it sounded offended when I said burn fear."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
*How tall is Spawn cuz Allison is 5'8*
She stands on the tips of her toes to see the ring. "Tis a beautiful thing" she said.
*6'8"*
"A thousand years ago...I was married, I think. I don't remember, but this ring will help me to."
"Memories are inside of said ring?" she asked, raising an eyebrow
"Memories are like fragments of tangible time. If you know how to draw those fragments and place them together, you can see everything it will allow you to."
"Do you have a single memory of your old life?" she asked
"No. When I arose out of the river Styx, I only knew how to hate and that I wanted revenge."
She tilted her head "Forgive my questions but do you know why you wanted revenge?" she asked
"Yes." Spawn clenched his fists and scowled. "I knew they trapped my soul there. I knew they cheated me out of my past life, whatever it was. I've wanted them to pay ever since."
*How good is Spawns Wisdom?, i wanna try a really old spell i made for Allison with homebrew*
She watches him for a second and beckons for him to stoop down.
*It's a 27 and he's proficient in WIS saving throws.*
Spawn narrows his eyes, "No."
*He would be able to hide certain memories from her if She were to complete the spell*
She sighs "You make this difficult" she said and grabbed a chair, standing on it. "I know this spell call 'Look back' " she explained "I can dig into the recesses of your memories to see if i can find anything, even a fragment. You can hide things if you want to if i look through them but anything that you can't remember i can try and pull into fruition" She said
*That's actually really sweet of her but...*
"You don't understand how the Styx works, do you?" Spawn sighs, "Souls that travel the river have no recollection of their past life. The only way to retain one's memories is to find something from their past life, such as my ring or a picture of your family."
"Then I'll help you find them" She said and hopped off the chair "After all you helped me".
"I didn't help you." Spawn corrects.
"resurrected me, whatever" she said and stood there in all her 5'8 glory, looking fairly determined "Im still gonna help you"
Taceli scrambles a bit, not having been ready, but catches up and follows.
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*It's a 27 and he's proficient in WIS saving throws.*
Spawn narrows his eyes, "No."
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.)
He wakes up, sputtering, and viciously throws a brick at Sharlene in fear, missing her by a mile. He scratches his head "Huh, musta gone out again."
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"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*He would be able to hide certain memories from her if She were to complete the spell*
She sighs "You make this difficult" she said and grabbed a chair, standing on it. "I know this spell call 'Look back' " she explained "I can dig into the recesses of your memories to see if i can find anything, even a fragment. You can hide things if you want to if i look through them but anything that you can't remember i can try and pull into fruition" 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
Theren walks down a path occasionally looking at trees.
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*That's actually really sweet of her but...*
"You don't understand how the Styx works, do you?" Spawn sighs, "Souls that travel the river have no recollection of their past life. The only way to retain one's memories is to find something from their past life, such as my ring or a picture of your family."
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.)
"Yeah, I think you got a demon problem or something there, bud."
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 looks around nervously as if he could see the demon. "Wh-what?"
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"
She sighs and drinks the remains of the coffee "I can see that you don't believe me, that is fine"
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
*Good evening/morning/afternoon! Hows it going?*
*I'm having only a minor mental crisis today, which is an improvment from earlier days*
Azazel is drinking coffee, having just woken up and being a bit hung over from drinking last night
Poppy is running about the fields again, seeming to have mostly recovered from what was making her sad in the first place
Avery is sitting by the fire, enjoying the warmth
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"Then I'll help you find them" She said and hopped off the chair "After all you helped me".
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 follows behind, reflecting golden light everywhere and enjoying the air.
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.
"I didn't help you." Spawn corrects.
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.)
Adder is trying to ignore a certain red teifling who is talking to him.
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
Akmenos walks up to him "how are you this fine morning?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Lovely in every way.
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.)
"Yeah, it apparently can't handle strong women, it sounded offended when I said burn fear."
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.
"resurrected me, whatever" she said and stood there in all her 5'8 glory, looking fairly determined "Im still gonna 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
Azazel, noticing the two, walk over, "Morning."
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