The Smoke peddler sat completely still in his chair. The sign that read 'Bottles of Memories' leaned against him silently as he occasionally blew out a stream of Black smoke from behind the mesh wire mask. The smoke smelled of burning Dark ichor.
Adder came back to the tavern with the pair of demonic gauntlets hauled over his shoulder. He looked proud of himself for finding such an artifact.
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
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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.
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".
Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.
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Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".
Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.
Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."
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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.
Thirteen goes over to her. "Hey Taceli. I have a question for you."
She sleepily looks up. "Hm?"
"I need you to" Thirteen dry heaves some. "RETCH help me understand this romance thing."
She looked a bit confused. "Um... well... when two people are very fond of each other, they express that however they can, I guess."
"That makes sense." Thirteen sits down, sighing. "I've been traveling for so long, I guess I've become too jaded to even understand the emotion of affection. It's gotten to such a point that I start dry heaving at any romantic interaction. And it seems like you can't walk two feet around here without getting tangled up in much ado about nothing. That's an Earth play, I saw it when I went to that world. Great culture, Earth has..." Thirteen trails off. "I need to, like, re-train my mind. Nearly thirty years in the Shadowfell have most likely contributed..."
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
"Hmmm, needs some mor spice." Klei says, sampling the dish.
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".
Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.
Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."
It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.
They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.
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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.
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
"Hmmm, needs some mor spice." Klei says, sampling the dish.
Sharlene conks him on the back of the head. "Shut up, it's good."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".
Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.
Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."
It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped
Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.
They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.
She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.
They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.
She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."
He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."
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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.
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.
They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.
She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."
He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."
She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."
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*Well, its quiet now and slow*
The Smoke peddler sat completely still in his chair. The sign that read 'Bottles of Memories' leaned against him silently as he occasionally blew out a stream of Black smoke from behind the mesh wire mask. The smoke smelled of burning Dark ichor.
Adder came back to the tavern with the pair of demonic gauntlets hauled over his shoulder. He looked proud of himself for finding such an artifact.
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
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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.
*AHAHA, Ori failed, bye-bye.*
Sharlene is working out.
Wolfe is drinking coffee.
Taceli is waking up.
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.
Thirteen goes over to her. "Hey Taceli. I have a question for you."
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.
She sleepily looks up. "Hm?"
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 need you to" Thirteen dry heaves some. "RETCH help me understand this romance thing."
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.
She looked a bit confused. "Um... well... when two people are very fond of each other, they express that however they can, I guess."
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.
*Ayo good morning Fairview*
Frathian is still looking for instructions
Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does
Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.
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"
A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".
Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.
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
Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.
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.
Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."
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"
"That makes sense." Thirteen sits down, sighing. "I've been traveling for so long, I guess I've become too jaded to even understand the emotion of affection. It's gotten to such a point that I start dry heaving at any romantic interaction. And it seems like you can't walk two feet around here without getting tangled up in much ado about nothing. That's an Earth play, I saw it when I went to that world. Great culture, Earth has..." Thirteen trails off. "I need to, like, re-train my mind. Nearly thirty years in the Shadowfell have most likely contributed..."
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.
"Hmmm, needs some mor spice." Klei says, sampling the dish.
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.
It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped
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
They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Sharlene conks him on the back of the head. "Shut up, it's good."
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.
Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."
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 smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."
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 grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."
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.