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.
"What'd he do?"
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*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.
Theren is playing a guitar with multiple empty bottles around him. "Oh heyyy. Thirteen."
"It's, er, been a while since we've talked. Did you see that weird demon guy selling memories?"
Theren hiccups. "What guy?"
"I dunno, some weirdo in a mask. He's got a buncha bottles full of smoke, says they're memories. Probably just a con." Thirteen examines the bottles, and realizes that Theren is probably too drunk to help.
*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.
Theren is playing a guitar with multiple empty bottles around him. "Oh heyyy. Thirteen."
"It's, er, been a while since we've talked. Did you see that weird demon guy selling memories?"
Theren hiccups. "What guy?"
"I dunno, some weirdo in a mask. He's got a buncha bottles full of smoke, says they're memories. Probably just a con." Thirteen examines the bottles, and realizes that Theren is probably too drunk to help.
Theren pulls out a small bottle and drinks it. "Sorry what were you saying." Theren dosen't look drunk anymore
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.
"What'd he do?"
He refuses to answer, instead yanking a very large blunderbuss off the wall and stumbling back into the tavern.
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Zephyr had walked outside. The 7 ft demon stood in the center of felid area, staring at the sky behind the mesh wire mask. His wide brimmed hat covered his face from the sunlight that poured down. He carried his thick hide satchel around his waist as the cloak blew silently in the breeze.
*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.
Theren is playing a guitar with multiple empty bottles around him. "Oh heyyy. Thirteen."
"It's, er, been a while since we've talked. Did you see that weird demon guy selling memories?"
Theren hiccups. "What guy?"
"I dunno, some weirdo in a mask. He's got a buncha bottles full of smoke, says they're memories. Probably just a con." Thirteen examines the bottles, and realizes that Theren is probably too drunk to help.
Theren pulls out a small bottle and drinks it. "Sorry what were you saying." Theren dosen't look drunk anymore
"A weird demon guy in a mask is selling a bunch of bottles full of memories, but it's probably a con."
Zephyr had walked outside. The 7 ft demon stood in the center of felid area, staring at the sky behind the mesh wire mask. His wide brimmed hat covered his face from the sunlight that poured down. He carried his thick hide satchel around his waist as the cloak blew silently in the breeze.
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.
"What'd he do?"
He refuses to answer, instead yanking a very large blunderbuss off the wall and stumbling back into the tavern.
She grabbed his arm. "What'd he do, Jim?"
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*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.
Theren is playing a guitar with multiple empty bottles around him. "Oh heyyy. Thirteen."
"It's, er, been a while since we've talked. Did you see that weird demon guy selling memories?"
Theren hiccups. "What guy?"
"I dunno, some weirdo in a mask. He's got a buncha bottles full of smoke, says they're memories. Probably just a con." Thirteen examines the bottles, and realizes that Theren is probably too drunk to help.
Theren pulls out a small bottle and drinks it. "Sorry what were you saying." Theren dosen't look drunk anymore
"A weird demon guy in a mask is selling a bunch of bottles full of memories, but it's probably a con."
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.
"What'd he do?"
He refuses to answer, instead yanking a very large blunderbuss off the wall and stumbling back into the tavern.
She grabbed his arm. "What'd he do, Jim?"
"H-he has a b-bottle. M-memories of Sk-kiggaret. I n-need to k-kill him its my d-duty."
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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.
Zephyr had walked outside. The 7 ft demon stood in the center of felid area, staring at the sky behind the mesh wire mask. His wide brimmed hat covered his face from the sunlight that poured down. He carried his thick hide satchel around his waist as the cloak blew silently in the breeze.
"YO!" Theren shouts. "I heard your selling memories?"
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.
"What'd he do?"
He refuses to answer, instead yanking a very large blunderbuss off the wall and stumbling back into the tavern.
She grabbed his arm. "What'd he do, Jim?"
"H-he has a b-bottle. M-memories of Sk-kiggaret. I n-need to k-kill him its my d-duty."
"Who the hells is Skiggaret? Why do you need to kill him for that?"
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Zephyr had walked outside. The 7 ft demon stood in the center of felid area, staring at the sky behind the mesh wire mask. His wide brimmed hat covered his face from the sunlight that poured down. He carried his thick hide satchel around his waist as the cloak blew silently in the breeze.
Zephyr had walked outside. The 7 ft demon stood in the center of felid area, staring at the sky behind the mesh wire mask. His wide brimmed hat covered his face from the sunlight that poured down. He carried his thick hide satchel around his waist as the cloak blew silently in the breeze.
"YO!" Theren shouts. "I heard your selling memories?"
The demon turned its head at a 180 degree angle, then turned around fully. "yes" it rasped
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.
"What'd he do?"
He refuses to answer, instead yanking a very large blunderbuss off the wall and stumbling back into the tavern.
She grabbed his arm. "What'd he do, Jim?"
"H-he has a b-bottle. M-memories of Sk-kiggaret. I n-need to k-kill him its my d-duty."
"Who the hells is Skiggaret? Why do you need to kill him for that?"
He doesn't answer, instead striding out to meet Zephyr
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Zephyr had walked outside. The 7 ft demon stood in the center of felid area, staring at the sky behind the mesh wire mask. His wide brimmed hat covered his face from the sunlight that poured down. He carried his thick hide satchel around his waist as the cloak blew silently in the breeze.
Jim strides out and takes a shot at him
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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.
"What'd he do?"
He refuses to answer, instead yanking a very large blunderbuss off the wall and stumbling back into the tavern.
She grabbed his arm. "What'd he do, Jim?"
"H-he has a b-bottle. M-memories of Sk-kiggaret. I n-need to k-kill him its my d-duty."
"Who the hells is Skiggaret? Why do you need to kill him for that?"
He doesn't answer, instead striding out to meet Zephyr
Zephyr turns around to meet Jim, smiling behind the mesh wire mask. "Hello there Buggish bear"
Zephyr had walked outside. The 7 ft demon stood in the center of felid area, staring at the sky behind the mesh wire mask. His wide brimmed hat covered his face from the sunlight that poured down. He carried his thick hide satchel around his waist as the cloak blew silently in the breeze.
Zephyr had walked outside. The 7 ft demon stood in the center of felid area, staring at the sky behind the mesh wire mask. His wide brimmed hat covered his face from the sunlight that poured down. He carried his thick hide satchel around his waist as the cloak blew silently in the breeze.
"YO!" Theren shouts. "I heard your selling memories?"
The demon turned its head at a 180 degree angle, then turned around fully. "yes" it rasped
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.
"What'd he do?"
He refuses to answer, instead yanking a very large blunderbuss off the wall and stumbling back into the tavern.
She grabbed his arm. "What'd he do, Jim?"
"H-he has a b-bottle. M-memories of Sk-kiggaret. I n-need to k-kill him its my d-duty."
"Who the hells is Skiggaret? Why do you need to kill him for that?"
He doesn't answer, instead striding out to meet Zephyr
"Hey, answer me." She stepped in front of him.
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Zephyr had walked outside. The 7 ft demon stood in the center of felid area, staring at the sky behind the mesh wire mask. His wide brimmed hat covered his face from the sunlight that poured down. He carried his thick hide satchel around his waist as the cloak blew silently in the breeze.
Zephyr had walked outside. The 7 ft demon stood in the center of felid area, staring at the sky behind the mesh wire mask. His wide brimmed hat covered his face from the sunlight that poured down. He carried his thick hide satchel around his waist as the cloak blew silently in the breeze.
"YO!" Theren shouts. "I heard your selling memories?"
The demon turned its head at a 180 degree angle, then turned around fully. "yes" it rasped
"Can I get some?"
it bends down, almost craning its entire body, and sniffs him.
*What is Therens alignment"
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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'd he do?"
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"I dunno, some weirdo in a mask. He's got a buncha bottles full of smoke, says they're memories. Probably just a con." Thirteen examines the bottles, and realizes that Theren is probably too drunk to help.
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Theren pulls out a small bottle and drinks it. "Sorry what were you saying." Theren dosen't look drunk anymore
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He refuses to answer, instead yanking a very large blunderbuss off the wall and stumbling back into the tavern.
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 had walked outside. The 7 ft demon stood in the center of felid area, staring at the sky behind the mesh wire mask. His wide brimmed hat covered his face from the sunlight that poured down. He carried his thick hide satchel around his waist as the cloak blew silently in the breeze.
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
"A weird demon guy in a mask is selling a bunch of bottles full of memories, but it's probably a con."
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.
*gtg for lunch*
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.
*Felid area? There are cats?*
She grabbed his arm. "What'd he do, Jim?"
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"Imma go check it out."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"H-he has a b-bottle. M-memories of Sk-kiggaret. I n-need to k-kill him its my d-duty."
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"
"YO!" Theren shouts. "I heard your selling memories?"
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"Who the hells is Skiggaret? Why do you need to kill him for that?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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*Maybe a few*
The demon turned its head at a 180 degree angle, then turned around fully. "yes" it 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
He doesn't answer, instead striding out to meet Zephyr
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"
Jim strides out and takes a shot at him
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 turns around to meet Jim, smiling behind the mesh wire mask. "Hello there Buggish bear"
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
"Can I get some?"
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"Hey, answer me." She stepped in front of him.
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 bends down, almost craning its entire body, and sniffs him.
*What is Therens alignment"
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