Soldaer notices Avery's glass is empty. "Would you like some more Feywine? Or would you rather have some of the whiskey?"
"I'll take whiskey." They say (Is avery legally allowed to drink??)
Soldaer pours takes his glass from him, and opens the whiskey.
*This is a fantasy world. Who cares about legal age? lol*
*I do. And so does Hanzo.*
Scorpion/Hanzo flings his chained whip towards the glass and whiskey bottle, shattering them both. "You speak a great deal of honor, and yet you serve children the poisons of addiction."
"Hey~" Avery waves, hiccuping a bit, "You didn't get hurt"
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
Soldaer notices Avery's glass is empty. "Would you like some more Feywine? Or would you rather have some of the whiskey?"
"I'll take whiskey." They say (Is avery legally allowed to drink??)
Soldaer pours takes his glass from him, and opens the whiskey.
*This is a fantasy world. Who cares about legal age? lol*
*I do. And so does Hanzo.*
Scorpion/Hanzo flings his chained whip towards the glass and whiskey bottle, shattering them both. "You speak a great deal of honor, and yet you serve children the poisons of addiction."
*This is in Soldaer's room, and no one can enter a room without the occupant's permission*
Xorius glances in his direction with slight interest.
Hanzo feels a little awkward and tries to avoid eye contact.
Something wrong, little mortal?
Staring is rude. And I'm not mortal. Not anymore.
A glance is hardly a stare.
What do you want?
To win the Blood War, of course.
Vengeance doesn't seem like such an impossible goal anymore...
What about me caught your attention?
You were glaring at me earlier.
I don't like fiends. In an ironic twist...the creatures I kill come back as Devils to fuel your pathetic Blood War. I hate the Hellspawn. He knew my culture was focused on the delicate art of death. Now I have to kill my enemies twice...
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Soldaer notices Avery's glass is empty. "Would you like some more Feywine? Or would you rather have some of the whiskey?"
"I'll take whiskey." They say (Is avery legally allowed to drink??)
Soldaer pours takes his glass from him, and opens the whiskey.
*This is a fantasy world. Who cares about legal age? lol*
*I do. And so does Hanzo.*
Scorpion/Hanzo flings his chained whip towards the glass and whiskey bottle, shattering them both. "You speak a great deal of honor, and yet you serve children the poisons of addiction."
*This is in Soldaer's room, and no one can enter a room without the occupant's permission*
*Didn't know it was his room.*
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Xorius glances in his direction with slight interest.
Hanzo feels a little awkward and tries to avoid eye contact.
Something wrong, little mortal?
Staring is rude. And I'm not mortal. Not anymore.
A glance is hardly a stare.
What do you want?
To win the Blood War, of course.
Vengeance doesn't seem like such an impossible goal anymore...
What about me caught your attention?
You were glaring at me earlier.
I don't like fiends. In an ironic twist...the creatures I kill come back as Devils to fuel your pathetic Blood War. I hate the Hellspawn. He knew my culture was focused on the delicate art of death. Now I have to kill my enemies twice...
I don't have much lost love for him either.
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer notices Avery's glass is empty. "Would you like some more Feywine? Or would you rather have some of the whiskey?"
"I'll take whiskey." They say (Is avery legally allowed to drink??)
Soldaer pours takes his glass from him, and opens the whiskey.
*This is a fantasy world. Who cares about legal age? lol*
*I do. And so does Hanzo.*
Scorpion/Hanzo flings his chained whip towards the glass and whiskey bottle, shattering them both. "You speak a great deal of honor, and yet you serve children the poisons of addiction."
*This is in Soldaer's room, and no one can enter a room without the occupant's permission*
*Didn't know it was his room.*
*Yeah. No worries though, we'll ignore that happened, lol*
*Azazel is making something out of glue and popsicle stick soutiside*
Azazel sees a gnome setting up some sort of shop outside the tavern.
He walks over, wondering what this is, "Hello there."
The gnome pops his head up, "Hi," he says excitedly, "The names Pock... well actually its Dankkoorim Turen, but everyone has always called me Pock. I am a crafter of strange and mystical items, I also can easily craft any mundane item much faster than your average smith." Pock rambles, the mechanical feline watching Azazel closely. "OH! I almost forgot, whats your name mister?"
*If avery has any magical items, Pock's shop has alot of different weapons and tools. From bows to greatsword, from backpacks to bags of devouring. Pock has it all.*
*I was thinking of setting up a little shop for people who go on adventures here, but they can't use the items outside the world. E.X. you buy a +3 longsword from pock, it vanishes when you return home, but when you return to the tavern it reappears.*
Xorius glances in his direction with slight interest.
Hanzo feels a little awkward and tries to avoid eye contact.
Something wrong, little mortal?
Staring is rude. And I'm not mortal. Not anymore.
A glance is hardly a stare.
What do you want?
To win the Blood War, of course.
Vengeance doesn't seem like such an impossible goal anymore...
What about me caught your attention?
You were glaring at me earlier.
I don't like fiends. In an ironic twist...the creatures I kill come back as Devils to fuel your pathetic Blood War. I hate the Hellspawn. He knew my culture was focused on the delicate art of death. Now I have to kill my enemies twice...
I don't have much lost love for him either.
Again, there's more irony. He brought me back, promising me revenge and a spot in the Heavens with my clan and family if we were to succeed. He is crude and without honor... but he isn't stupid. I shouldn't be surprised. All Devils are the same way.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Xorius glances in his direction with slight interest.
Hanzo feels a little awkward and tries to avoid eye contact.
Something wrong, little mortal?
Staring is rude. And I'm not mortal. Not anymore.
A glance is hardly a stare.
What do you want?
To win the Blood War, of course.
Vengeance doesn't seem like such an impossible goal anymore...
What about me caught your attention?
You were glaring at me earlier.
I don't like fiends. In an ironic twist...the creatures I kill come back as Devils to fuel your pathetic Blood War. I hate the Hellspawn. He knew my culture was focused on the delicate art of death. Now I have to kill my enemies twice...
I don't have much lost love for him either.
Again, there's more irony. He brought me back, promising me revenge and a spot in the Heavens with my clan and family if we were to succeed. He is crude and without honor... but he isn't stupid. I shouldn't be surprised. All Devils are the same way.
Not really. He's cruder then I am, at least.
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Xorius glances in his direction with slight interest.
Hanzo feels a little awkward and tries to avoid eye contact.
Something wrong, little mortal?
Staring is rude. And I'm not mortal. Not anymore.
A glance is hardly a stare.
What do you want?
To win the Blood War, of course.
Vengeance doesn't seem like such an impossible goal anymore...
What about me caught your attention?
You were glaring at me earlier.
I don't like fiends. In an ironic twist...the creatures I kill come back as Devils to fuel your pathetic Blood War. I hate the Hellspawn. He knew my culture was focused on the delicate art of death. Now I have to kill my enemies twice...
I don't have much lost love for him either.
Again, there's more irony. He brought me back, promising me revenge and a spot in the Heavens with my clan and family if we were to succeed. He is crude and without honor... but he isn't stupid. I shouldn't be surprised. All Devils are the same way.
Not really. He's cruder then I am, at least.
Are you two panning to overtake Entropy?
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
*Azazel is making something out of glue and popsicle stick soutiside*
Azazel sees a gnome setting up some sort of shop outside the tavern.
He walks over, wondering what this is, "Hello there."
The gnome pops his head up, "Hi," he says excitedly, "The names Pock... well actually its Dankkoorim Turen, but everyone has always called me Pock. I am a crafter of strange and mystical items, I also can easily craft any mundane item much faster than your average smith." Pock rambles, the mechanical feline watching Azazel closely. "OH! I almost forgot, whats your name mister?"
*If avery has any magical items, Pock's shop has alot of different weapons and tools. From bows to greatsword, from backpacks to bags of devouring. Pock has it all.*
*I was thinking of setting up a little shop for people who go on adventures here, but they can't use the items outside the world. E.X. you buy a +3 longsword from pock, it vanishes when you return home, but when you return to the tavern it reappears.*
*Avery doesn't own any magic items*
"My names Azazel," He says, looking around the booth, then at the mechanical feline, "Hi kitty"
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
Don't do it, kid. He may not want to kill you, but your patron most likely will. It's not worth it. Tell him, if my boss doesn't want you dead, then you have nothing to worry about. If you can't trust me, that's on you.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Spawn is currently hovering a couple hundred feet in the air above the Tavern.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
"Is that a threat?" Avery asks, "Or a genuine question." They say, hand twitching lightly in their seat
*Azazel is making something out of glue and popsicle stick soutiside*
Azazel sees a gnome setting up some sort of shop outside the tavern.
He walks over, wondering what this is, "Hello there."
The gnome pops his head up, "Hi," he says excitedly, "The names Pock... well actually its Dankkoorim Turen, but everyone has always called me Pock. I am a crafter of strange and mystical items, I also can easily craft any mundane item much faster than your average smith." Pock rambles, the mechanical feline watching Azazel closely. "OH! I almost forgot, whats your name mister?"
*If avery has any magical items, Pock's shop has alot of different weapons and tools. From bows to greatsword, from backpacks to bags of devouring. Pock has it all.*
*I was thinking of setting up a little shop for people who go on adventures here, but they can't use the items outside the world. E.X. you buy a +3 longsword from pock, it vanishes when you return home, but when you return to the tavern it reappears.*
*Avery doesn't own any magic items*
"My names Azazel," He says, looking around the booth, then at the mechanical feline, "Hi kitty"
"So, see anything you need. I have a ring that can make your wildest dream come true, or a sword that can cut a dragon in two. Or I can make a custom item for you, a lot of people really seem to like scrolls nowadays. So i got several that I can make copies of." Pock says, "Oh and don't mind Kyoko, shes just my guard cat."
*Kyoko is a [Tooltip Not Found] that looks like a cat.*
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
Don't do it, kid. He may not want to kill you, but your patron most likely will. It's not worth it. Tell him, if my boss doesn't want you dead, then you have nothing to worry about. If you can't trust me, that's on you.
"Hey~" Avery waves, hiccuping a bit, "You didn't get hurt"
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
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
*This is in Soldaer's room, and no one can enter a room without the occupant's permission*
I don't like fiends. In an ironic twist...the creatures I kill come back as Devils to fuel your pathetic Blood War. I hate the Hellspawn. He knew my culture was focused on the delicate art of death. Now I have to kill my enemies twice...
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*GTG, bye!*
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*Didn't know it was his room.*
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
I don't have much lost love for him either.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
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
*Yeah. No worries though, we'll ignore that happened, lol*
The gnome pops his head up, "Hi," he says excitedly, "The names Pock... well actually its Dankkoorim Turen, but everyone has always called me Pock. I am a crafter of strange and mystical items, I also can easily craft any mundane item much faster than your average smith." Pock rambles, the mechanical feline watching Azazel closely. "OH! I almost forgot, whats your name mister?"
*If avery has any magical items, Pock's shop has alot of different weapons and tools. From bows to greatsword, from backpacks to bags of devouring. Pock has it all.*
*I was thinking of setting up a little shop for people who go on adventures here, but they can't use the items outside the world. E.X. you buy a +3 longsword from pock, it vanishes when you return home, but when you return to the tavern it reappears.*
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.
Again, there's more irony. He brought me back, promising me revenge and a spot in the Heavens with my clan and family if we were to succeed. He is crude and without honor... but he isn't stupid. I shouldn't be surprised. All Devils are the same way.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Not really. He's cruder then I am, at least.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Are you two panning to overtake Entropy?
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
*Avery doesn't own any magic items*
"My names Azazel," He says, looking around the booth, then at the mechanical feline, "Hi kitty"
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
Don't do it, kid. He may not want to kill you, but your patron most likely will. It's not worth it. Tell him, if my boss doesn't want you dead, then you have nothing to worry about. If you can't trust me, that's on you.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Spawn is currently hovering a couple hundred feet in the air above the Tavern.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Is that a threat?" Avery asks, "Or a genuine question." They say, hand twitching lightly in their seat
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
"So, see anything you need. I have a ring that can make your wildest dream come true, or a sword that can cut a dragon in two. Or I can make a custom item for you, a lot of people really seem to like scrolls nowadays. So i got several that I can make copies of." Pock says, "Oh and don't mind Kyoko, shes just my guard cat."
*Kyoko is a [Tooltip Not Found] that looks like a cat.*
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.
I'll um... i'll keep that in mind mister
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