She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."
He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."
She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."
"Seems like a strange lifestyle for a child."
"Well, it was spurred on by the destruction of my town, so my conditions were a bit special." She was already halfway through with all the food, and it doesn't look like she's stopping.
She notices all this: and Jim doesn't respond. She can hear hyperventilating from the Kitchen.
He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.
As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"
When he sees it, he abruptly drops one of the empty dishes, and lets it shatter on the ground around him. He then makes a bugbear gesture for warding off evil and hurries back to the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.
She pauses eating. "Scaredy cat?" She gets up and walks to the kitchen.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
He chuckles again "very well..." he said and placed another bottle on the table that had the tag that read "Tara" in thick inked letters. A Number sat next to her name '200 gold'.
She grabbed a bag strapped to her tank top and tossed it on the table. The clinking of coins were audible.
He chuckles to himself, it sounds like the howling of wind as thick, Smokey, black clawed hand takes the bag back into the cloaks depths.
She takes the bottle and sticks it in her pocket "Thanks mate," she says before walking away, breathing deeply and shakily. "Just one more," she says to herself and takes a generous mouthful from the new bottle.
It hits instantly. The memory of her as a newborn child, a time where the world was brand new and seemed full of life. Where the world was still full of new wonders, new scents, and new things.
She chuckles, giddy on the effect of the memory.
Like the wind, the effect is gone after a few seconds
She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."
He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."
She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."
"Seems like a strange lifestyle for a child."
"Well, it was spurred on by the destruction of my town, so my conditions were a bit special." She was already halfway through with all the food, and it doesn't look like she's stopping.
She notices all this: and Jim doesn't respond. She can hear hyperventilating from the Kitchen.
He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.
As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"
When he sees it, he abruptly drops one of the empty dishes, and lets it shatter on the ground around him. He then makes a bugbear gesture for warding off evil and hurries back to the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.
She pauses eating. "Scaredy cat?" She gets up and walks to the kitchen.
She can hear him breathing shakily, and sees him hugging his knees and hiding his face in them.
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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.
He chuckles again "very well..." he said and placed another bottle on the table that had the tag that read "Tara" in thick inked letters. A Number sat next to her name '200 gold'.
She grabbed a bag strapped to her tank top and tossed it on the table. The clinking of coins were audible.
He chuckles to himself, it sounds like the howling of wind as thick, Smokey, black clawed hand takes the bag back into the cloaks depths.
She takes the bottle and sticks it in her pocket "Thanks mate," she says before walking away, breathing deeply and shakily. "Just one more," she says to herself and takes a generous mouthful from the new bottle.
It hits instantly. The memory of her as a newborn child, a time where the world was brand new and seemed full of life. Where the world was still full of new wonders, new scents, and new things.
She chuckles, giddy on the effect of the memory.
Like the wind, the effect is gone after a few seconds
Craving more, she downs the rest of the bottle.
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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.
He chuckles again "very well..." he said and placed another bottle on the table that had the tag that read "Tara" in thick inked letters. A Number sat next to her name '200 gold'.
She grabbed a bag strapped to her tank top and tossed it on the table. The clinking of coins were audible.
He chuckles to himself, it sounds like the howling of wind as thick, Smokey, black clawed hand takes the bag back into the cloaks depths.
She takes the bottle and sticks it in her pocket "Thanks mate," she says before walking away, breathing deeply and shakily. "Just one more," she says to herself and takes a generous mouthful from the new bottle.
It hits instantly. The memory of her as a newborn child, a time where the world was brand new and seemed full of life. Where the world was still full of new wonders, new scents, and new things.
She chuckles, giddy on the effect of the memory.
Like the wind, the effect is gone after a few seconds
"Sir, narcotics are not legal to sell in this region. I'm afraid you'll have to leave, Mr. Wind Demon." Klei says, walking over to the memory stand with his shortsword out.
She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."
He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."
She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."
"Seems like a strange lifestyle for a child."
"Well, it was spurred on by the destruction of my town, so my conditions were a bit special." She was already halfway through with all the food, and it doesn't look like she's stopping.
She notices all this: and Jim doesn't respond. She can hear hyperventilating from the Kitchen.
He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.
As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"
When he sees it, he abruptly drops one of the empty dishes, and lets it shatter on the ground around him. He then makes a bugbear gesture for warding off evil and hurries back to the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.
She pauses eating. "Scaredy cat?" She gets up and walks to the kitchen.
She can hear him breathing shakily, and sees him hugging his knees and hiding his face in them.
"The demon did it's thing again?" She walked over and patted his shoulder, sighing. "C'mon, get up."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
He chuckles again "very well..." he said and placed another bottle on the table that had the tag that read "Tara" in thick inked letters. A Number sat next to her name '200 gold'.
She grabbed a bag strapped to her tank top and tossed it on the table. The clinking of coins were audible.
He chuckles to himself, it sounds like the howling of wind as thick, Smokey, black clawed hand takes the bag back into the cloaks depths.
She takes the bottle and sticks it in her pocket "Thanks mate," she says before walking away, breathing deeply and shakily. "Just one more," she says to herself and takes a generous mouthful from the new bottle.
It hits instantly. The memory of her as a newborn child, a time where the world was brand new and seemed full of life. Where the world was still full of new wonders, new scents, and new things.
She chuckles, giddy on the effect of the memory.
Like the wind, the effect is gone after a few seconds
Craving more, she downs the rest of the bottle.
It has the rest of the memory. It is as if she can feel each surrounding of the memory, from the cool softness of a stuffed animal to the warm rays of light.
She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."
He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."
She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."
"Seems like a strange lifestyle for a child."
"Well, it was spurred on by the destruction of my town, so my conditions were a bit special." She was already halfway through with all the food, and it doesn't look like she's stopping.
She notices all this: and Jim doesn't respond. She can hear hyperventilating from the Kitchen.
He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.
As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"
When he sees it, he abruptly drops one of the empty dishes, and lets it shatter on the ground around him. He then makes a bugbear gesture for warding off evil and hurries back to the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.
She pauses eating. "Scaredy cat?" She gets up and walks to the kitchen.
She can hear him breathing shakily, and sees him hugging his knees and hiding his face in them.
"The demon did it's thing again?" She walked over and patted his shoulder, sighing. "C'mon, get up."
"S-sk-Skk-Skiggaret" he finally manages to spit out. "I-I'm g-gonna go kill that b-bloke." He stands up, shaking, and heads for his guns out back.
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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 shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."
He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."
She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."
"Seems like a strange lifestyle for a child."
"Well, it was spurred on by the destruction of my town, so my conditions were a bit special." She was already halfway through with all the food, and it doesn't look like she's stopping.
She notices all this: and Jim doesn't respond. She can hear hyperventilating from the Kitchen.
He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.
As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"
When he sees it, he abruptly drops one of the empty dishes, and lets it shatter on the ground around him. He then makes a bugbear gesture for warding off evil and hurries back to the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.
She pauses eating. "Scaredy cat?" She gets up and walks to the kitchen.
She can hear him breathing shakily, and sees him hugging his knees and hiding his face in them.
"The demon did it's thing again?" She walked over and patted his shoulder, sighing. "C'mon, get up."
"S-sk-Skk-Skiggaret" he finally manages to spit out. "I-I'm g-gonna go kill that b-bloke." He stands up, shaking, and heads for his guns out back.
She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."
He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."
She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."
"Seems like a strange lifestyle for a child."
"Well, it was spurred on by the destruction of my town, so my conditions were a bit special." She was already halfway through with all the food, and it doesn't look like she's stopping.
She notices all this: and Jim doesn't respond. She can hear hyperventilating from the Kitchen.
He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.
As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"
When he sees it, he abruptly drops one of the empty dishes, and lets it shatter on the ground around him. He then makes a bugbear gesture for warding off evil and hurries back to the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.
She pauses eating. "Scaredy cat?" She gets up and walks to the kitchen.
She can hear him breathing shakily, and sees him hugging his knees and hiding his face in them.
"The demon did it's thing again?" She walked over and patted his shoulder, sighing. "C'mon, get up."
"S-sk-Skk-Skiggaret" he finally manages to spit out. "I-I'm g-gonna go kill that b-bloke." He stands up, shaking, and heads for his guns out back.
She follows. "Who?"
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."
He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."
She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."
"Seems like a strange lifestyle for a child."
"Well, it was spurred on by the destruction of my town, so my conditions were a bit special." She was already halfway through with all the food, and it doesn't look like she's stopping.
She notices all this: and Jim doesn't respond. She can hear hyperventilating from the Kitchen.
He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.
As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"
When he sees it, he abruptly drops one of the empty dishes, and lets it shatter on the ground around him. He then makes a bugbear gesture for warding off evil and hurries back to the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.
She pauses eating. "Scaredy cat?" She gets up and walks to the kitchen.
She can hear him breathing shakily, and sees him hugging his knees and hiding his face in them.
"The demon did it's thing again?" She walked over and patted his shoulder, sighing. "C'mon, get up."
"S-sk-Skk-Skiggaret" he finally manages to spit out. "I-I'm g-gonna go kill that b-bloke." He stands up, shaking, and heads for his guns out back.
She follows. "Who?"
"T-the guy with the b-bottles." He strides purposefully out to the shed.
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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 shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."
He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."
She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."
"Seems like a strange lifestyle for a child."
"Well, it was spurred on by the destruction of my town, so my conditions were a bit special." She was already halfway through with all the food, and it doesn't look like she's stopping.
She notices all this: and Jim doesn't respond. She can hear hyperventilating from the Kitchen.
He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.
As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"
When he sees it, he abruptly drops one of the empty dishes, and lets it shatter on the ground around him. He then makes a bugbear gesture for warding off evil and hurries back to the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.
She pauses eating. "Scaredy cat?" She gets up and walks to the kitchen.
She can hear him breathing shakily, and sees him hugging his knees and hiding his face in them.
"The demon did it's thing again?" She walked over and patted his shoulder, sighing. "C'mon, get up."
"S-sk-Skk-Skiggaret" he finally manages to spit out. "I-I'm g-gonna go kill that b-bloke." He stands up, shaking, and heads for his guns out back.
She follows. "Who?"
"T-the guy with the b-bottles." He strides purposefully out to the shed.
Zephyr stands up from his seat. He is so tall that he has to tilt his head at a 90 degree angle to not hit his head against the ceiling of the tavern. His long limbs are hidden under the even long cloak.
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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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*What's up with him and Poppy?*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*He likes her, but Ettor is a being that exists soooooo*
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 pauses eating. "Scaredy cat?" She gets up and walks to the kitchen.
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.
Like the wind, the effect is gone after a few seconds
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 can hear him breathing shakily, and sees him hugging his knees and hiding his face in them.
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"
Craving more, she downs the rest of the bottle.
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"
"Sir, narcotics are not legal to sell in this region. I'm afraid you'll have to leave, Mr. Wind Demon." Klei says, walking over to the memory stand with his shortsword out.
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.
"The demon did it's thing again?" She walked over and patted his shoulder, sighing. "C'mon, get 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.
It has the rest of the memory. It is as if she can feel each surrounding of the memory, from the cool softness of a stuffed animal to the warm rays of light.
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
*Anyone have anyone that can help Thirteen?*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*Theren. He's on the roof*
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Eeeeeeeeexcellent. Although, Thirteen hasn't talked to Theren since he took Ares to the temple, so TENSION POINT MAXIMUM!*
Thirteen hovers up to Theren. "Hey Theren," he says casually.
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.
"S-sk-Skk-Skiggaret" he finally manages to spit out. "I-I'm g-gonna go kill that b-bloke." He stands up, shaking, and heads for his guns out back.
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"
Zephyr watches this and chuckles to himself.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She follows. "Who?"
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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.
Theren is playing a guitar with multiple empty bottles around him. "Oh heyyy. Thirteeen."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"It's, er, been a while since we've talked. Did you see that weird demon guy selling memories?"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Theren hiccups. "What guy?"
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"T-the guy with the b-bottles." He strides purposefully out to the shed.
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"
Zephyr stands up from his seat. He is so tall that he has to tilt his head at a 90 degree angle to not hit his head against the ceiling of the tavern. His long limbs are hidden under the even long cloak.
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