"Do you have any good prank ideas? All my trap ideas are already set"
"I don't think so. I'll tell you if I come up with any."
"Alright! Ill let you know if any of mine are notably successful"
"I'm sure they will be."
"Hopefully a couple... "
"I try to give some suggestions for them, if you want."
"Thatd be great!!"
"How about you show me once we get back?"
He nods "Ok!!"
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E walks outside. She uses her staff to 'draw' a large circle on the ground, with intricate symbols in the middle portions. She sits in the center of it, closing her eyes
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A newcomer opens the door to the tavern. He appears to be a Drow, with pale silver-blue hair, and vibrant green eyes. There's a moonstone rapier on his left hip, an ornate shortsword with intricate spiderweb designs engraved on the blade and a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel on the right. A powerful longbow rests easily across his shoulders, with a quiver full of arrows beside it. Holstered on his right hip right below the shortsword is an obviously Drow weapon: a hand crossbow.
He's wearing a leather chestpiece with ornate designs and mithral bands reinforcing it. He has a deep blue cloak the flows gracefully out behind him on his back.
This newcomer looks cautiously around the room as he stands in the doorway, his eyes looking temporarily on some of the more unusual people in the tavern.
The newcomer walks cautiously inside the tavern and up to the bar. He orders a feywine and tosses a platinum piece up on bar top. Right after ordering, he turns back to face the crowd in the tavern, scanning wearily for anyone who may cause him trouble.
A small kid with puffy brown hair, a baseball cap, ratty jeans, and a faded galaga shirt walks up. “Sup. You new here too? I just got lost and came here. What’s your name?” He talks kinda fast.
Why, yes, I am. I am Soldaer Torrae, Twilight Elf ranger in the service of Eilistraee. I'm not exactly sure how I got here. Last thing I remember was that I was chasing a band of marauding orcs away from my home village and then there was a bright flash.
E walks outside. She uses her staff to 'draw' a large circle on the ground, with intricate symbols in the middle portions. She sits in the center of it, closing her eyes
A small 12 year old kid walks up to them. He has brown, poofy hair, wears a baseball hat faded galaga shirt and ratty jeans, and is hitching his thumbs in his pockets. “Hey there. I’m Cody. Watcha doin?”
"Staring at people. What's your name?" Redyn/Abryn is a female elf in plain clothes with long, blueish black hair.
“…Cody…like I said…who are you staring at? Anyone in particular or do you just like…starin?”
*I'm stupid.* "Sorry, kid. I wasn't listening. I like to take people's faces." She grins at him.
*🤣😂* He flips his baseball hat on his face so it covers it and peers through a hole in it. “That’s cool. What’s your name?”
"Dame Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth, but my friends call me Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth."
“I’ll call you Atogvyfarm (A-tog-vee-farm). How many friends do you have?”
"A couple hundred, probably."
“That’s like, a couple hundred more than me. Wow. Anyway, I’m kinda bored. What do people do here?”
"Drink and get obsessed over stupid things. What else are taverns for?"
“Fair point. He orders a glass of beer and examines it closely”
E walks outside. She uses her staff to 'draw' a large circle on the ground, with intricate symbols in the middle portions. She sits in the center of it, closing her eyes
Avarice watches her out a window.
She seems to concentrate... To focus on something
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A newcomer opens the door to the tavern. He appears to be a Drow, with pale silver-blue hair, and vibrant green eyes. There's a moonstone rapier on his left hip, an ornate shortsword with intricate spiderweb designs engraved on the blade and a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel on the right. A powerful longbow rests easily across his shoulders, with a quiver full of arrows beside it. Holstered on his right hip right below the shortsword is an obviously Drow weapon: a hand crossbow.
He's wearing a leather chestpiece with ornate designs and mithral bands reinforcing it. He has a deep blue cloak the flows gracefully out behind him on his back.
This newcomer looks cautiously around the room as he stands in the doorway, his eyes looking temporarily on some of the more unusual people in the tavern.
The newcomer walks cautiously inside the tavern and up to the bar. He orders a feywine and tosses a platinum piece up on bar top. Right after ordering, he turns back to face the crowd in the tavern, scanning wearily for anyone who may cause him trouble.
A small kid with puffy brown hair, a baseball cap, ratty jeans, and a faded galaga shirt walks up. “Sup. You new here too? I just got lost and came here. What’s your name?” He talks kinda fast.
Why, yes, I am. I am Soldaer Torrae, Twilight Elf ranger in the service of Eilistraee. I'm not exactly sure how I got here. Last thing I remember was that I was chasing a band of marauding orcs away from my home village and then there was a bright flash.
“Wow that’s so cool…do you have a weapon? Can I see it?”
A newcomer opens the door to the tavern. He appears to be a Drow, with pale silver-blue hair, and vibrant green eyes. There's a moonstone rapier on his left hip, an ornate shortsword with intricate spiderweb designs engraved on the blade and a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel on the right. A powerful longbow rests easily across his shoulders, with a quiver full of arrows beside it. Holstered on his right hip right below the shortsword is an obviously Drow weapon: a hand crossbow.
He's wearing a leather chestpiece with ornate designs and mithral bands reinforcing it. He has a deep blue cloak the flows gracefully out behind him on his back.
This newcomer looks cautiously around the room as he stands in the doorway, his eyes looking temporarily on some of the more unusual people in the tavern.
The newcomer walks cautiously inside the tavern and up to the bar. He orders a feywine and tosses a platinum piece up on bar top. Right after ordering, he turns back to face the crowd in the tavern, scanning wearily for anyone who may cause him trouble.
A 5'7" female tiefling with blueish white skin, short black hair, stubby horns, and golden eyes is drawing something on a sheet of paper next to him.
The newcomer turns to her and introduces himself.
With a rather soft, and melodic voice, but one you can tell holds a lot more power than you'd expect, he says, in perfect infernal nonetheless, "Greetings. My name is Soldaer Torrae. I'm a Twilight Elf ranger chosen by, and in the service of, Eilistraee. What's your name?"
A small 12 year old kid walks up to them. He has brown, poofy hair, wears a baseball hat faded galaga shirt and ratty jeans, and is hitching his thumbs in his pockets. “Hey there. I’m Cody. Watcha doin?”
"Staring at people. What's your name?" Redyn/Abryn is a female elf in plain clothes with long, blueish black hair.
“…Cody…like I said…who are you staring at? Anyone in particular or do you just like…starin?”
*I'm stupid.* "Sorry, kid. I wasn't listening. I like to take people's faces." She grins at him.
*🤣😂* He flips his baseball hat on his face so it covers it and peers through a hole in it. “That’s cool. What’s your name?”
"Dame Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth, but my friends call me Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth."
“I’ll call you Atogvyfarm (A-tog-vee-farm). How many friends do you have?”
"A couple hundred, probably."
“That’s like, a couple hundred more than me. Wow. Anyway, I’m kinda bored. What do people do here?”
"Drink and get obsessed over stupid things. What else are taverns for?"
“Fair point. He orders a glass of beer and examines it closely”
A newcomer opens the door to the tavern. He appears to be a Drow, with pale silver-blue hair, and vibrant green eyes. There's a moonstone rapier on his left hip, an ornate shortsword with intricate spiderweb designs engraved on the blade and a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel on the right. A powerful longbow rests easily across his shoulders, with a quiver full of arrows beside it. Holstered on his right hip right below the shortsword is an obviously Drow weapon: a hand crossbow.
He's wearing a leather chestpiece with ornate designs and mithral bands reinforcing it. He has a deep blue cloak the flows gracefully out behind him on his back.
This newcomer looks cautiously around the room as he stands in the doorway, his eyes looking temporarily on some of the more unusual people in the tavern.
The newcomer walks cautiously inside the tavern and up to the bar. He orders a feywine and tosses a platinum piece up on bar top. Right after ordering, he turns back to face the crowd in the tavern, scanning wearily for anyone who may cause him trouble.
A 5'7" female tiefling with blueish white skin, short black hair, stubby horns, and golden eyes is drawing something on a sheet of paper next to him.
The newcomer turns to her and introduces himself.
With a rather soft, and melodic voice, but one you can tell holds a lot more power than you'd expect, he says, in perfect infernal nonetheless, "Greetings. My name is Soldaer Torrae. I'm a Twilight Elf ranger chosen by, and in the service of, Eilistraee. What's your name?"
She replies, also in infernal. "Avarice Teyoluse. I speak Common, berk."
A newcomer opens the door to the tavern. He appears to be a Drow, with pale silver-blue hair, and vibrant green eyes. There's a moonstone rapier on his left hip, an ornate shortsword with intricate spiderweb designs engraved on the blade and a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel on the right. A powerful longbow rests easily across his shoulders, with a quiver full of arrows beside it. Holstered on his right hip right below the shortsword is an obviously Drow weapon: a hand crossbow.
He's wearing a leather chestpiece with ornate designs and mithral bands reinforcing it. He has a deep blue cloak the flows gracefully out behind him on his back.
This newcomer looks cautiously around the room as he stands in the doorway, his eyes looking temporarily on some of the more unusual people in the tavern.
The newcomer walks cautiously inside the tavern and up to the bar. He orders a feywine and tosses a platinum piece up on bar top. Right after ordering, he turns back to face the crowd in the tavern, scanning wearily for anyone who may cause him trouble.
A small kid with puffy brown hair, a baseball cap, ratty jeans, and a faded galaga shirt walks up. “Sup. You new here too? I just got lost and came here. What’s your name?” He talks kinda fast.
Why, yes, I am. I am Soldaer Torrae, Twilight Elf ranger in the service of Eilistraee. I'm not exactly sure how I got here. Last thing I remember was that I was chasing a band of marauding orcs away from my home village and then there was a bright flash.
“Wow that’s so cool…do you have a weapon? Can I see it?”
"Of course, I do," he says with a slight laugh. "I am always prepared to defend myself and my people."
With that, and a lightning-fast blur of movement, he draws his rapier, taps you twice on each shoulder (left, right, left, right), and then on the head, before flipping it over in his hand so that the hilt is extended towards you.
"Here, take a look, but be sure to give it back, and be very careful with it. It was a gift from my deity, and would very much so hate to loose it."
A small 12 year old kid walks up to them. He has brown, poofy hair, wears a baseball hat faded galaga shirt and ratty jeans, and is hitching his thumbs in his pockets. “Hey there. I’m Cody. Watcha doin?”
"Staring at people. What's your name?" Redyn/Abryn is a female elf in plain clothes with long, blueish black hair.
“…Cody…like I said…who are you staring at? Anyone in particular or do you just like…starin?”
*I'm stupid.* "Sorry, kid. I wasn't listening. I like to take people's faces." She grins at him.
*🤣😂* He flips his baseball hat on his face so it covers it and peers through a hole in it. “That’s cool. What’s your name?”
"Dame Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth, but my friends call me Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth."
“I’ll call you Atogvyfarm (A-tog-vee-farm). How many friends do you have?”
"A couple hundred, probably."
“That’s like, a couple hundred more than me. Wow. Anyway, I’m kinda bored. What do people do here?”
"Drink and get obsessed over stupid things. What else are taverns for?"
“Fair point. He orders a glass of beer and examines it closely”
"Is it legal for you to drink that?"
“Legal? What’s that.” He takes a sip and his eyes widen as he forces it down. He starts twirling his hair, you can tell he does this a lot as it’s curled up right there
A small 12 year old kid walks up to them. He has brown, poofy hair, wears a baseball hat faded galaga shirt and ratty jeans, and is hitching his thumbs in his pockets. “Hey there. I’m Cody. Watcha doin?”
"Staring at people. What's your name?" Redyn/Abryn is a female elf in plain clothes with long, blueish black hair.
“…Cody…like I said…who are you staring at? Anyone in particular or do you just like…starin?”
*I'm stupid.* "Sorry, kid. I wasn't listening. I like to take people's faces." She grins at him.
*🤣😂* He flips his baseball hat on his face so it covers it and peers through a hole in it. “That’s cool. What’s your name?”
"Dame Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth, but my friends call me Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth."
“I’ll call you Atogvyfarm (A-tog-vee-farm). How many friends do you have?”
"A couple hundred, probably."
“That’s like, a couple hundred more than me. Wow. Anyway, I’m kinda bored. What do people do here?”
"Drink and get obsessed over stupid things. What else are taverns for?"
“Fair point. He orders a glass of beer and examines it closely”
"Is it legal for you to drink that?"
“Legal? What’s that.” He takes a sip and his eyes widen as he forces it down. He starts twirling his hair, you can tell he does this a lot as it’s curled up right there
"Whatever, I'm not your mother. Or responsible for you in any way."
A newcomer opens the door to the tavern. He appears to be a Drow, with pale silver-blue hair, and vibrant green eyes. There's a moonstone rapier on his left hip, an ornate shortsword with intricate spiderweb designs engraved on the blade and a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel on the right. A powerful longbow rests easily across his shoulders, with a quiver full of arrows beside it. Holstered on his right hip right below the shortsword is an obviously Drow weapon: a hand crossbow.
He's wearing a leather chestpiece with ornate designs and mithral bands reinforcing it. He has a deep blue cloak the flows gracefully out behind him on his back.
This newcomer looks cautiously around the room as he stands in the doorway, his eyes looking temporarily on some of the more unusual people in the tavern.
The newcomer walks cautiously inside the tavern and up to the bar. He orders a feywine and tosses a platinum piece up on bar top. Right after ordering, he turns back to face the crowd in the tavern, scanning wearily for anyone who may cause him trouble.
A small kid with puffy brown hair, a baseball cap, ratty jeans, and a faded galaga shirt walks up. “Sup. You new here too? I just got lost and came here. What’s your name?” He talks kinda fast.
Why, yes, I am. I am Soldaer Torrae, Twilight Elf ranger in the service of Eilistraee. I'm not exactly sure how I got here. Last thing I remember was that I was chasing a band of marauding orcs away from my home village and then there was a bright flash.
“Wow that’s so cool…do you have a weapon? Can I see it?”
"Of course, I do," he says with a slight laugh. "I am always prepared to defend myself and my people."
With that, and a lightning-fast blur of movement, he draws his rapier, taps you twice on each shoulder (left, right, left, right), and then on the head, before flipping it over in his hand so that the hilt is extended towards you.
"Here, take a look, but be sure to give it back, and be very careful with it. It was a gift from my deity, and would very much so hate to loose it."
He looks in awe at the Drow “Really!?!? THIS IS SO COOL” He holds it gingerly and feels how heavy it is. He swings it carefully once or twice before handing it back to Soldaer. “You really chased off a whole band of orca? That’s sick.”
A small 12 year old kid walks up to them. He has brown, poofy hair, wears a baseball hat faded galaga shirt and ratty jeans, and is hitching his thumbs in his pockets. “Hey there. I’m Cody. Watcha doin?”
"Staring at people. What's your name?" Redyn/Abryn is a female elf in plain clothes with long, blueish black hair.
“…Cody…like I said…who are you staring at? Anyone in particular or do you just like…starin?”
*I'm stupid.* "Sorry, kid. I wasn't listening. I like to take people's faces." She grins at him.
*🤣😂* He flips his baseball hat on his face so it covers it and peers through a hole in it. “That’s cool. What’s your name?”
"Dame Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth, but my friends call me Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth."
“I’ll call you Atogvyfarm (A-tog-vee-farm). How many friends do you have?”
"A couple hundred, probably."
“That’s like, a couple hundred more than me. Wow. Anyway, I’m kinda bored. What do people do here?”
"Drink and get obsessed over stupid things. What else are taverns for?"
“Fair point. He orders a glass of beer and examines it closely”
"Is it legal for you to drink that?"
“Legal? What’s that.” He takes a sip and his eyes widen as he forces it down. He starts twirling his hair, you can tell he does this a lot as it’s curled up right there
"Whatever, I'm not your mother. Or responsible for you in any way."
He hangs his head at that and limply takes another sip of his beer.
A kid that looks around 12, with brown poofy hair, a brown eye and a green eye, a baseball cap, a ratty Galaga shirt, and ripped up jeans walks into the tavern. He doesn’t really seem to notice it’s a tavern as he’s just strutting in. He hitches his thumbs in his pockets and orders a soft drink. His voice has a rude tone but his words are polite.
A anthropamorphic rabbit (Harengon) looks at him. She watches the kid do this, a bit confused about why a kid is here. She wears a form fitting hoodie and tights, and has white fur, blue eyes, and silvery hair. She has a mixture of an hourglass build and athletic one, especially in her legs, "Hi there. Are you lost?" She asks
“Nope. I mean, kinda? Is it still being lost if you did it in purpose? Also where am I?” He looks around like he’s considering the other people in the tavern. And the he sees all the beer and his eyes widen for a fraction of a second.
"Welcome to the tavern at the end of the world." Poppy says, sipping a milkshake
He starts twirling his hair, Poppy can tell he does this a lot, as it’s curled up right there. “Well crap, Miss Zee won’t be happy with me…what’s your name?”
"Miss zee? I'm Poppy," She smiles warmly, "Whats yours kiddo?"
“I’m Cody. Pleasure to meeteth thee. By the way, Miss Zee is the owner of this restaurant she lets me work at for food and money.” He stops curling his hair and holds up his hand, signaling a high five, he grins awkwardly.
"Nice to meet you to Cody," Poppy says, accepting the high five, hitting his palm with her paw
“High fiving a cat…that’s new.” He finishes his soda. “Hang on, why is it called ‘at the end of the world’?”
"Hey, i may not be to apparent, but i'm a bunny," She says, "Do you see the massive void behind the tavern?"
A small 12 year old kid walks up to them. He has brown, poofy hair, wears a baseball hat faded galaga shirt and ratty jeans, and is hitching his thumbs in his pockets. “Hey there. I’m Cody. Watcha doin?”
"Staring at people. What's your name?" Redyn/Abryn is a female elf in plain clothes with long, blueish black hair.
“…Cody…like I said…who are you staring at? Anyone in particular or do you just like…starin?”
*I'm stupid.* "Sorry, kid. I wasn't listening. I like to take people's faces." She grins at him.
*🤣😂* He flips his baseball hat on his face so it covers it and peers through a hole in it. “That’s cool. What’s your name?”
"Dame Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth, but my friends call me Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth."
“I’ll call you Atogvyfarm (A-tog-vee-farm). How many friends do you have?”
"A couple hundred, probably."
“That’s like, a couple hundred more than me. Wow. Anyway, I’m kinda bored. What do people do here?”
"Drink and get obsessed over stupid things. What else are taverns for?"
“Fair point. He orders a glass of beer and examines it closely”
"Is it legal for you to drink that?"
“Legal? What’s that.” He takes a sip and his eyes widen as he forces it down. He starts twirling his hair, you can tell he does this a lot as it’s curled up right there
"Whatever, I'm not your mother. Or responsible for you in any way."
He hangs his head at that and limply takes another sip of his beer.
Poppy is a 5'6 white furred harengon with blue eyes, silver hair and a mix of an hourglass and athletic build. She's wearing a simple hoodie and tights.
Avery is a 6'0 human-like with heterchromia (Blue and green eyes), brown hair with blue streaks, tanned skin, and is wearing a padded armor outfit that resembles a pirates garb without the over coat. He wears a pendant around his neck that depicts a skull and crossbones withane eyepatch
Chase walks over to Poppy. "Hello. I'm Chase. You looked like you could some company."
"Hm? Oh, hi. I'm Poppy." SHe smiles, "I guess company wouldn't be bad."
He gives a small smile back. "It's nice to meet you, Poppy."
A newcomer opens the door to the tavern. He appears to be a Drow, with pale silver-blue hair, and vibrant green eyes. There's a moonstone rapier on his left hip, an ornate shortsword with intricate spiderweb designs engraved on the blade and a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel on the right. A powerful longbow rests easily across his shoulders, with a quiver full of arrows beside it. Holstered on his right hip right below the shortsword is an obviously Drow weapon: a hand crossbow.
He's wearing a leather chestpiece with ornate designs and mithral bands reinforcing it. He has a deep blue cloak the flows gracefully out behind him on his back.
This newcomer looks cautiously around the room as he stands in the doorway, his eyes looking temporarily on some of the more unusual people in the tavern.
The newcomer walks cautiously inside the tavern and up to the bar. He orders a feywine and tosses a platinum piece up on bar top. Right after ordering, he turns back to face the crowd in the tavern, scanning wearily for anyone who may cause him trouble.
A small kid with puffy brown hair, a baseball cap, ratty jeans, and a faded galaga shirt walks up. “Sup. You new here too? I just got lost and came here. What’s your name?” He talks kinda fast.
Why, yes, I am. I am Soldaer Torrae, Twilight Elf ranger in the service of Eilistraee. I'm not exactly sure how I got here. Last thing I remember was that I was chasing a band of marauding orcs away from my home village and then there was a bright flash.
“Wow that’s so cool…do you have a weapon? Can I see it?”
"Of course, I do," he says with a slight laugh. "I am always prepared to defend myself and my people."
With that, and a lightning-fast blur of movement, he draws his rapier, taps you twice on each shoulder (left, right, left, right), and then on the head, before flipping it over in his hand so that the hilt is extended towards you.
"Here, take a look, but be sure to give it back, and be very careful with it. It was a gift from my deity, and would very much so hate to loose it."
He looks in awe at the Drow “Really!?!? THIS IS SO COOL” He holds it gingerly and feels how heavy it is. He swings it carefully once or twice before handing it back to Soldaer. “You really chased off a whole band of orca? That’s sick.”
"Orcs are the least of the creatures I have dealt with. Ever seen a dragon?"
Poppy is a 5'6 white furred harengon with blue eyes, silver hair and a mix of an hourglass and athletic build. She's wearing a simple hoodie and tights.
Avery is a 6'0 human-like with heterchromia (Blue and green eyes), brown hair with blue streaks, tanned skin, and is wearing a padded armor outfit that resembles a pirates garb without the over coat. He wears a pendant around his neck that depicts a skull and crossbones withane eyepatch
Chase walks over to Poppy. "Hello. I'm Chase. You looked like you could some company."
"Hm? Oh, hi. I'm Poppy." SHe smiles, "I guess company wouldn't be bad."
He gives a small smile back. "It's nice to meet you, Poppy."
"Nice to meet you too," She nods
"Anything bothering you?"
"I mean.... i kinda got harrassed a bit."
"Harassed by whom?"
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He nods "Ok!!"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
E walks outside. She uses her staff to 'draw' a large circle on the ground, with intricate symbols in the middle portions. She sits in the center of it, closing her eyes
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
Why, yes, I am. I am Soldaer Torrae, Twilight Elf ranger in the service of Eilistraee. I'm not exactly sure how I got here. Last thing I remember was that I was chasing a band of marauding orcs away from my home village and then there was a bright flash.
Avarice watches her out a window.
“Fair point. He orders a glass of beer and examines it closely”
Back in black baby
She seems to concentrate... To focus on something
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
“Wow that’s so cool…do you have a weapon? Can I see it?”
Back in black baby
The newcomer turns to her and introduces himself.
With a rather soft, and melodic voice, but one you can tell holds a lot more power than you'd expect, he says, in perfect infernal nonetheless, "Greetings. My name is Soldaer Torrae. I'm a Twilight Elf ranger chosen by, and in the service of, Eilistraee. What's your name?"
"Is it legal for you to drink that?"
She replies, also in infernal. "Avarice Teyoluse. I speak Common, berk."
"Of course, I do," he says with a slight laugh. "I am always prepared to defend myself and my people."
With that, and a lightning-fast blur of movement, he draws his rapier, taps you twice on each shoulder (left, right, left, right), and then on the head, before flipping it over in his hand so that the hilt is extended towards you.
"Here, take a look, but be sure to give it back, and be very careful with it. It was a gift from my deity, and would very much so hate to loose it."
“Legal? What’s that.” He takes a sip and his eyes widen as he forces it down. He starts twirling his hair, you can tell he does this a lot as it’s curled up right there
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"Whatever, I'm not your mother. Or responsible for you in any way."
He looks in awe at the Drow “Really!?!? THIS IS SO COOL” He holds it gingerly and feels how heavy it is. He swings it carefully once or twice before handing it back to Soldaer. “You really chased off a whole band of orca? That’s sick.”
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He hangs his head at that and limply takes another sip of his beer.
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"Hey, i may not be to apparent, but i'm a bunny," She says, "Do you see the massive void behind the tavern?"
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
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"No mother? Welcome to the club, kid."
"I mean.... i kinda got harrassed a bit."
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
"Orcs are the least of the creatures I have dealt with. Ever seen a dragon?"
"Harassed by whom?"
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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Homebrew (Mostly Outdated): Magic Items, Monsters, Spells, Subclasses
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.