*It was good, the lights didnt die like i thought they would. The blue gels for the stage lights however burned out so me and a friend had to go fix those.*
*It was good, the lights didnt die like i thought they would. The blue gels for the stage lights however burned out so me and a friend had to go fix those.*
*What show was it?*
*A production of our town which is boring as heck*
*It was good, the lights didnt die like i thought they would. The blue gels for the stage lights however burned out so me and a friend had to go fix those.*
*What show was it?*
*A production of our town which is boring as heck*
*Oh cool, didn't know you did theater Wendigo! I'm planning on doing it next year (when I can go to public school.)*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
“I hadn’t considered them being easier to test.. good point. Have you made variations of other cantrips, then?”
"Not yet. It takes forever, and I've been working on something else for a bit. Someone here named Zya was kind enough to offer me books on how to make it more efficient." He gestures to the inactive mechanical warg in the corner that seems to have a parking boot on its foot.
“Is that an automaton?” Yorac sounds impressed.
“It is! But it uh.. doesn’t work right now. Well it works, but it keeps shooting random people, so I had to deactivate it. And put a parking boot on it.”
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*It was good, the lights didnt die like i thought they would. The blue gels for the stage lights however burned out so me and a friend had to go fix those.*
*What show was it?*
*A production of our town which is boring as heck*
*Oh cool, didn't know you did theater Wendigo! I'm planning on doing it next year (when I can go to public school.)*
*I did it after a drama teacher said I would be good for it and dragged me in. Its fine, I prefer to working behind stage then on it*
*It was good, the lights didnt die like i thought they would. The blue gels for the stage lights however burned out so me and a friend had to go fix those.*
*What show was it?*
*A production of our town which is boring as heck*
*Oh cool, didn't know you did theater Wendigo! I'm planning on doing it next year (when I can go to public school.)*
*I did it after a drama teacher said I would be good for it and dragged me in. Its fine, I prefer to working behind stage then on it*
*Cool, its kind of a tradition in my family to go into my theater. My oldest cousin played the lead in Music man three years ago...which they're still talking about. His younger brother played Bert in Mary Poppins his senior year. Now its me... kinda nervous, kinda excited."
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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.
*It was good, the lights didnt die like i thought they would. The blue gels for the stage lights however burned out so me and a friend had to go fix those.*
*What show was it?*
*A production of our town which is boring as heck*
*Oh cool, didn't know you did theater Wendigo! I'm planning on doing it next year (when I can go to public school.)*
*I did it after a drama teacher said I would be good for it and dragged me in. Its fine, I prefer to working behind stage then on it*
*Cool, its kind of a tradition in my family to go into my theater. My oldest cousin played the lead in Music man three years ago...which they're still talking about. His younger brother played Bert in Mary Poppins his senior year. Now its me... kinda nervous, kinda excited."
*You can do it! I just like it better in the booth then on stage.*
Frathian is reading the journal, which for some reason has a six-fingered hand on it. Most of its written in Qualith, but it has some rough but very good pencil sketches spread sporadically over the journal. Frathian gently traces his hand over it.
Tara is out in the woods learning to play the trumpet, starting out and clumsily learning to play a few notes, but any listener within earshot can tell she's getting better by the minute.
Jim is tired, worn, muddy, and cold. Finally, he's decided to come back inside and sleep. He trudges over the wooden floorboards, tracking in mud, eyes half-closed. Scrum follows, mewling inquisitively. Jim falls asleep against the wall in the kitchen, knocked out before he can hit the ground. Snoring like thunder on the astral sea is heard from the kitchen door.
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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.
Frathian is reading the journal, which for some reason has a six-fingered hand on it. Most of its written in Qualith, but it has some rough but very good pencil sketches spread sporadically over the journal. Frathian gently traces his hand over it.
Tara is out in the woods learning to play the trumpet, starting out and clumsily learning to play a few notes, but any listener within earshot can tell she's getting better by the minute.
Jim is tired, worn, muddy, and cold. Finally, he's decided to come back inside and sleep. He trudges over the wooden floorboards, tracking in mud, eyes half-closed. Scrum follows, mewling inquisitively. Jim falls asleep against the wall in the kitchen, knocked out before he can hit the ground. Snoring like thunder on the astral sea is heard from the kitchen door.
*S t E v E, >-> *
Oritsu walks over to Jim, wagging his fluffy tail back and forth. He leans his fluffy head down and licks Jim a few times.
Young Tevelin decides to look for Allison since Nerima, Alynia, and Ettor aren't here, and she already checked with Frathian.
Allison is upstairs. She is making a dress and using Enethia for a model.
Putting her Aarakocra Rod away, Young Tevelin decides to go to her old room. She then sees Allison, who probably doesn't recognize her. "Oh, are you Allison?" She asks.
Frathian is reading the journal, which for some reason has a six-fingered hand on it. Most of its written in Qualith, but it has some rough but very good pencil sketches spread sporadically over the journal. Frathian gently traces his hand over it.
Tara is out in the woods learning to play the trumpet, starting out and clumsily learning to play a few notes, but any listener within earshot can tell she's getting better by the minute.
Jim is tired, worn, muddy, and cold. Finally, he's decided to come back inside and sleep. He trudges over the wooden floorboards, tracking in mud, eyes half-closed. Scrum follows, mewling inquisitively. Jim falls asleep against the wall in the kitchen, knocked out before he can hit the ground. Snoring like thunder on the astral sea is heard from the kitchen door.
*S t E v E, >-> *
Oritsu walks over to Jim, wagging his fluffy tail back and forth. He leans his fluffy head down and licks Jim a few times.
Jim wakes up, groggy, "Heya pupper," he chuckles, softly scratching him behind the ears. Scrum walks around Oritsu and sniffs suspiciously.
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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.
Frathian is reading the journal, which for some reason has a six-fingered hand on it. Most of its written in Qualith, but it has some rough but very good pencil sketches spread sporadically over the journal. Frathian gently traces his hand over it.
Tara is out in the woods learning to play the trumpet, starting out and clumsily learning to play a few notes, but any listener within earshot can tell she's getting better by the minute.
Jim is tired, worn, muddy, and cold. Finally, he's decided to come back inside and sleep. He trudges over the wooden floorboards, tracking in mud, eyes half-closed. Scrum follows, mewling inquisitively. Jim falls asleep against the wall in the kitchen, knocked out before he can hit the ground. Snoring like thunder on the astral sea is heard from the kitchen door.
*S t E v E, >-> *
Oritsu walks over to Jim, wagging his fluffy tail back and forth. He leans his fluffy head down and licks Jim a few times.
Jim wakes up, groggy, "Heya pupper," he chuckles, softly scratching him behind the ears. Scrum walks around Oritsu and sniffs suspiciously.
Oritsu is a cream and amber colored Shiba Inu with a solid gold collar. He has bright gold eyes and he seems to give off a warm aura. He accepts the scratches happily while keeping an eye on scrum.
Young Tevelin decides to look for Allison since Nerima, Alynia, and Ettor aren't here, and she already checked with Frathian.
Allison is upstairs. She is making a dress and using Enethia for a model.
Putting her Aarakocra Rod away, Young Tevelin decides to go to her old room. She then sees Allison, who probably doesn't recognize her. "Oh, are you Allison?" She asks.
Allison looks up and raises an eyebrow "how may i help you child?"
Frathian is reading the journal, which for some reason has a six-fingered hand on it. Most of its written in Qualith, but it has some rough but very good pencil sketches spread sporadically over the journal. Frathian gently traces his hand over it.
Tara is out in the woods learning to play the trumpet, starting out and clumsily learning to play a few notes, but any listener within earshot can tell she's getting better by the minute.
Jim is tired, worn, muddy, and cold. Finally, he's decided to come back inside and sleep. He trudges over the wooden floorboards, tracking in mud, eyes half-closed. Scrum follows, mewling inquisitively. Jim falls asleep against the wall in the kitchen, knocked out before he can hit the ground. Snoring like thunder on the astral sea is heard from the kitchen door.
Frathian is reading the journal, which for some reason has a six-fingered hand on it. Most of its written in Qualith, but it has some rough but very good pencil sketches spread sporadically over the journal. Frathian gently traces his hand over it.
Tara is out in the woods learning to play the trumpet, starting out and clumsily learning to play a few notes, but any listener within earshot can tell she's getting better by the minute.
Jim is tired, worn, muddy, and cold. Finally, he's decided to come back inside and sleep. He trudges over the wooden floorboards, tracking in mud, eyes half-closed. Scrum follows, mewling inquisitively. Jim falls asleep against the wall in the kitchen, knocked out before he can hit the ground. Snoring like thunder on the astral sea is heard from the kitchen door.
*S t E v E, >-> *
Oritsu walks over to Jim, wagging his fluffy tail back and forth. He leans his fluffy head down and licks Jim a few times.
Jim wakes up, groggy, "Heya pupper," he chuckles, softly scratching him behind the ears. Scrum walks around Oritsu and sniffs suspiciously.
Oritsu is a cream and amber colored Shiba Inu with a solid gold collar. He has bright gold eyes and he seems to give off a warm aura. He accepts the scratches happily while keeping an eye on scrum.
Scrum keeps an eye on Oritsu as well, climbing up onto and perching on Jim's shoulder. He narrows his eyes at Oritsu. Jim notices the collar and decides to take a look.
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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.
Young Tevelin decides to look for Allison since Nerima, Alynia, and Ettor aren't here, and she already checked with Frathian.
Allison is upstairs. She is making a dress and using Enethia for a model.
Putting her Aarakocra Rod away, Young Tevelin decides to go to her old room. She then sees Allison, who probably doesn't recognize her. "Oh, are you Allison?" She asks.
Allison looks up and raises an eyebrow "how may i help you child?"
"I'm, uh, Tevelin. I'm a friend of Orvar, and I went away a few weeks ago to find a piece of the Rod of Seven Parts but the enchantments around it made me eight years younger and I lost some of my memories! Now I'm back and I remembered that Q'ilbrith told me about you, so I was hoping maybe you might know how to help?"
Frathian is reading the journal, which for some reason has a six-fingered hand on it. Most of its written in Qualith, but it has some rough but very good pencil sketches spread sporadically over the journal. Frathian gently traces his hand over it.
Tara is out in the woods learning to play the trumpet, starting out and clumsily learning to play a few notes, but any listener within earshot can tell she's getting better by the minute.
Jim is tired, worn, muddy, and cold. Finally, he's decided to come back inside and sleep. He trudges over the wooden floorboards, tracking in mud, eyes half-closed. Scrum follows, mewling inquisitively. Jim falls asleep against the wall in the kitchen, knocked out before he can hit the ground. Snoring like thunder on the astral sea is heard from the kitchen door.
*S t E v E, >-> *
Oritsu walks over to Jim, wagging his fluffy tail back and forth. He leans his fluffy head down and licks Jim a few times.
Jim wakes up, groggy, "Heya pupper," he chuckles, softly scratching him behind the ears. Scrum walks around Oritsu and sniffs suspiciously.
Oritsu is a cream and amber colored Shiba Inu with a solid gold collar. He has bright gold eyes and he seems to give off a warm aura. He accepts the scratches happily while keeping an eye on scrum.
Scrum keeps an eye on Oritsu as well, climbing up onto and perching on Jim's shoulder. He narrows his eyes at Oritsu. Jim notices the collar and decides to take a look.
It has the name 'Oritsu' engraved on it. Oritsu leans his head over at Scrum and gives the cat a big lick on the head.
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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 show was it?*
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.
*A production of our town which is boring as heck*
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
*Oh cool, didn't know you did theater Wendigo! I'm planning on doing it next year (when I can go to public school.)*
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"
“It is! But it uh.. doesn’t work right now. Well it works, but it keeps shooting random people, so I had to deactivate it. And put a parking boot on it.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*So what are your characters doing, ItsNotAChest?*
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.
*I did it after a drama teacher said I would be good for it and dragged me in. Its fine, I prefer to working behind stage then on it*
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
*Cool, its kind of a tradition in my family to go into my theater. My oldest cousin played the lead in Music man three years ago...which they're still talking about. His younger brother played Bert in Mary Poppins his senior year. Now its me... kinda nervous, kinda excited."
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"
Young Tevelin decides to look for Allison since Nerima, Alynia, and Ettor aren't here, and she already checked with Frathian.
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.
*You can do it! I just like it better in the booth then on stage.*
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
Frathian is reading the journal, which for some reason has a six-fingered hand on it. Most of its written in Qualith, but it has some rough but very good pencil sketches spread sporadically over the journal. Frathian gently traces his hand over it.
Tara is out in the woods learning to play the trumpet, starting out and clumsily learning to play a few notes, but any listener within earshot can tell she's getting better by the minute.
Jim is tired, worn, muddy, and cold. Finally, he's decided to come back inside and sleep. He trudges over the wooden floorboards, tracking in mud, eyes half-closed. Scrum follows, mewling inquisitively. Jim falls asleep against the wall in the kitchen, knocked out before he can hit the ground. Snoring like thunder on the astral sea is heard from the kitchen door.
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"
Allison is upstairs. She is making a dress and using Enethia for a model.
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
*S t E v E, >-> *
Oritsu walks over to Jim, wagging his fluffy tail back and forth. He leans his fluffy head down and licks Jim a few times.
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
Putting her Aarakocra Rod away, Young Tevelin decides to go to her old room. She then sees Allison, who probably doesn't recognize her. "Oh, are you Allison?" She asks.
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.
Jim wakes up, groggy, "Heya pupper," he chuckles, softly scratching him behind the ears. Scrum walks around Oritsu and sniffs suspiciously.
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"
Oritsu is a cream and amber colored Shiba Inu with a solid gold collar. He has bright gold eyes and he seems to give off a warm aura. He accepts the scratches happily while keeping an eye on scrum.
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
Allison looks up and raises an eyebrow "how may i help you child?"
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
*SIXER*
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.
Scrum keeps an eye on Oritsu as well, climbing up onto and perching on Jim's shoulder. He narrows his eyes at Oritsu. Jim notices the collar and decides to take a look.
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"
"I'm, uh, Tevelin. I'm a friend of Orvar, and I went away a few weeks ago to find a piece of the Rod of Seven Parts but the enchantments around it made me eight years younger and I lost some of my memories! Now I'm back and I remembered that Q'ilbrith told me about you, so I was hoping maybe you might know how to help?"
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 has the name 'Oritsu' engraved on it. Oritsu leans his head over at Scrum and gives the cat a big lick on the head.
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