Q'ilbrith is drinking calmly at the bar, his chest rising and falling from his deep, slow, steady breathing. It's been a rough transition from cephalopod to humanoid, but he's handled it well. He lightly chuckles at the memory of when his warping first occurred. He was panicked. Sure, Krathian could change him back if he wanted, but he figured Q'ilbrith could make use of his new form. They hung out briefly with a tattoo artist variant of Krathian back on the plane of mirrors, and he taught Q'il how to design and implement tattoos into a person's skin with his sharp tentacles. He had even learned how to do a few magic ones. "But that probably won't be of much use here," Q'il thought, calmly sipping his drink. "I don't imagine that there are many dangers that warrant such measures."
Jim is chilling in the kitchen, making food once again and trying to forget about what he can't remember. Today he's making cliff-crab crabcakes and crab legs. Due to the cliff-crab's soft shell this time of year, he also is able to, after cleaning them, fry a few whole. He sticks these and the crabcakes on small, delicate, sourdough brioche buns that he baked earlier this morning, spearing each on a toothpick with a tiny skull carved into the top. On the buns, he smears mayonnaise and tops a few of the crabcakes with tender, juicy, crispy slices of bacon. He arranges these on a platter and the crab legs on a similar platter, stacked in an intricate fleur de lis pattern. He sits back and admires his work for just a moment, before setting to work on the rum punch of which, twenty minutes later, he rolls out a full hog's head cask, which he promptly taps. The word "Free" is crudely carved into the barrel. He then sits back in a rocking chair near the kitchen door and has a smoke contentedly looking at his handiwork.
The new golden-eyed dude is wandering the grounds, taking a early morning walk.
*Love the effort put into the first two, then just 'this guy is taking a walk.'*
Wolfe is doing a nostalgia thing and is performing the first song she performed in the tavern: Shepherd of Fire
Sharlene walks in, hungry.
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Q'ilbrith is drinking calmly at the bar, his chest rising and falling from his deep, slow, steady breathing. It's been a rough transition from cephalopod to humanoid, but he's handled it well. He lightly chuckles at the memory of when his warping first occurred. He was panicked. Sure, Krathian could change him back if he wanted, but he figured Q'ilbrith could make use of his new form. They hung out briefly with a tattoo artist variant of Krathian back on the plane of mirrors, and he taught Q'il how to design and implement tattoos into a person's skin with his sharp tentacles. He had even learned how to do a few magic ones. "But that probably won't be of much use here," Q'il thought, calmly sipping his drink. "I don't imagine that there are many dangers that warrant such measures."
Jim is chilling in the kitchen, making food once again and trying to forget about what he can't remember. Today he's making cliff-crab crabcakes and crab legs. Due to the cliff-crab's soft shell this time of year, he also is able to, after cleaning them, fry a few whole. He sticks these and the crabcakes on small, delicate, sourdough brioche buns that he baked earlier this morning, spearing each on a toothpick with a tiny skull carved into the top. On the buns, he smears mayonnaise and tops a few of the crabcakes with tender, juicy, crispy slices of bacon. He arranges these on a platter and the crab legs on a similar platter, stacked in an intricate fleur de lis pattern. He sits back and admires his work for just a moment, before setting to work on the rum punch of which, twenty minutes later, he rolls out a full hog's head cask, which he promptly taps. The word "Free" is crudely carved into the barrel. He then sits back in a rocking chair near the kitchen door and has a smoke contentedly looking at his handiwork.
The new golden-eyed dude is wandering the grounds, taking a early morning walk.
Theren watches the guy from his tree.
He seems to have a slight limp, but his gaze is youthful and canny. From the path he walks, he seems to be surveying the tavern, noting its size, shape, defenses, etc.
a 6'5" tiefling punches a head off a dummy, before obliterating it with a roundhouse kick
Gunnr returns to the tavern, holding what looked like the skull of some sort of fiend. After ordering a hearty brunch and ale, she sets the skull down, takes out a set of tools, and promptly begins carving what looked like runes into the bone.
Q'ilbrith is drinking calmly at the bar, his chest rising and falling from his deep, slow, steady breathing. It's been a rough transition from cephalopod to humanoid, but he's handled it well. He lightly chuckles at the memory of when his warping first occurred. He was panicked. Sure, Krathian could change him back if he wanted, but he figured Q'ilbrith could make use of his new form. They hung out briefly with a tattoo artist variant of Krathian back on the plane of mirrors, and he taught Q'il how to design and implement tattoos into a person's skin with his sharp tentacles. He had even learned how to do a few magic ones. "But that probably won't be of much use here," Q'il thought, calmly sipping his drink. "I don't imagine that there are many dangers that warrant such measures."
Jim is chilling in the kitchen, making food once again and trying to forget about what he can't remember. Today he's making cliff-crab crabcakes and crab legs. Due to the cliff-crab's soft shell this time of year, he also is able to, after cleaning them, fry a few whole. He sticks these and the crabcakes on small, delicate, sourdough brioche buns that he baked earlier this morning, spearing each on a toothpick with a tiny skull carved into the top. On the buns, he smears mayonnaise and tops a few of the crabcakes with tender, juicy, crispy slices of bacon. He arranges these on a platter and the crab legs on a similar platter, stacked in an intricate fleur de lis pattern. He sits back and admires his work for just a moment, before setting to work on the rum punch of which, twenty minutes later, he rolls out a full hog's head cask, which he promptly taps. The word "Free" is crudely carved into the barrel. He then sits back in a rocking chair near the kitchen door and has a smoke contentedly looking at his handiwork.
The new golden-eyed dude is wandering the grounds, taking a early morning walk.
Theren watches the guy from his tree.
He seems to have a slight limp, but his gaze is youthful and canny. From the path he walks, he seems to be surveying the tavern, noting its size, shape, defenses, etc.
"You help people, too, Kalnor. You try your best to be brave. And you have some really good ideas."
"I dont help nearly as many... And you have so, so many more ideas, and are able to make mine way better. And... My best at being brave is still pretty cowardly most of the time..."
"You can be brave at any time. It isn't just when you're in danger. You can do something brave right now."
"... Like what?"
"That's up to you. Maybe saying something you've been afraid to say, or doing something you were scared to do. Everyone has things like that."
"Well.... Maybe I have a few things like that....."
"Just do it. Be brave."
He takes a deep breath "I... Dont think I really know how to say it....."
She gives an encouraging smile. "Try your best."
"I.... Id like to... I want to try.....I..."
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No visual or verbal response. It seems to have only heard the telepathy
Can you speak?
It seems to shake its head
What is the name of this place?
It tilts its head
Where are we?
It seems to write strange letters on the wall
I don't understand your script, but I'll study it.
It seems to still look for the voice source
I'm right below you.
It looks down, then shakes its head
What's wrong?
It writes again
I can't understand you.
It seems to sigh, though theres no sound
This is frustrating for me, too.
It seems to motion to its eyes, make an x, then point down to.him
You don't see me?
It nods
"It can't see or hear us. But I'm able to communicate with it telepathically." What are you called?
"Hm... Do you think its the same with all creatures here?" It doesnt seem to know how to respond
"Most likely." What are you doing?
It slashes its blade in the air, before taking out one of those coins
Finding money? There's some at the bottom of this room.
It tilts its head, launching off the wall, shattering the crystals, before it drops down, and quickly going to the rock and breaking it up
"I thought that's what they did."
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"You help people, too, Kalnor. You try your best to be brave. And you have some really good ideas."
"I dont help nearly as many... And you have so, so many more ideas, and are able to make mine way better. And... My best at being brave is still pretty cowardly most of the time..."
"You can be brave at any time. It isn't just when you're in danger. You can do something brave right now."
"... Like what?"
"That's up to you. Maybe saying something you've been afraid to say, or doing something you were scared to do. Everyone has things like that."
"Well.... Maybe I have a few things like that....."
"Just do it. Be brave."
He takes a deep breath "I... Dont think I really know how to say it....."
She gives an encouraging smile. "Try your best."
"I.... Id like to... I want to try.....I..."
"Be brave, Kalnor."
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No visual or verbal response. It seems to have only heard the telepathy
Can you speak?
It seems to shake its head
What is the name of this place?
It tilts its head
Where are we?
It seems to write strange letters on the wall
I don't understand your script, but I'll study it.
It seems to still look for the voice source
I'm right below you.
It looks down, then shakes its head
What's wrong?
It writes again
I can't understand you.
It seems to sigh, though theres no sound
This is frustrating for me, too.
It seems to motion to its eyes, make an x, then point down to.him
You don't see me?
It nods
"It can't see or hear us. But I'm able to communicate with it telepathically." What are you called?
"Hm... Do you think its the same with all creatures here?" It doesnt seem to know how to respond
"Most likely." What are you doing?
It slashes its blade in the air, before taking out one of those coins
Finding money? There's some at the bottom of this room.
It tilts its head, launching off the wall, shattering the crystals, before it drops down, and quickly going to the rock and breaking it up
"I thought that's what they did."
"Thats... A very interesting way to store money..." It begins jumping to the top again, reforming the crystals as it wall clings
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No visual or verbal response. It seems to have only heard the telepathy
Can you speak?
It seems to shake its head
What is the name of this place?
It tilts its head
Where are we?
It seems to write strange letters on the wall
I don't understand your script, but I'll study it.
It seems to still look for the voice source
I'm right below you.
It looks down, then shakes its head
What's wrong?
It writes again
I can't understand you.
It seems to sigh, though theres no sound
This is frustrating for me, too.
It seems to motion to its eyes, make an x, then point down to.him
You don't see me?
It nods
"It can't see or hear us. But I'm able to communicate with it telepathically." What are you called?
"Hm... Do you think its the same with all creatures here?" It doesnt seem to know how to respond
"Most likely." What are you doing?
It slashes its blade in the air, before taking out one of those coins
Finding money? There's some at the bottom of this room.
It tilts its head, launching off the wall, shattering the crystals, before it drops down, and quickly going to the rock and breaking it up
"I thought that's what they did."
"Thats... A very interesting way to store money..." It begins jumping to the top again, reforming the crystals as it wall clings
"But an effective one."
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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.
Q'ilbrith is drinking calmly at the bar, his chest rising and falling from his deep, slow, steady breathing. It's been a rough transition from cephalopod to humanoid, but he's handled it well. He lightly chuckles at the memory of when his warping first occurred. He was panicked. Sure, Krathian could change him back if he wanted, but he figured Q'ilbrith could make use of his new form. They hung out briefly with a tattoo artist variant of Krathian back on the plane of mirrors, and he taught Q'il how to design and implement tattoos into a person's skin with his sharp tentacles. He had even learned how to do a few magic ones. "But that probably won't be of much use here," Q'il thought, calmly sipping his drink. "I don't imagine that there are many dangers that warrant such measures."
Jim is chilling in the kitchen, making food once again and trying to forget about what he can't remember. Today he's making cliff-crab crabcakes and crab legs. Due to the cliff-crab's soft shell this time of year, he also is able to, after cleaning them, fry a few whole. He sticks these and the crabcakes on small, delicate, sourdough brioche buns that he baked earlier this morning, spearing each on a toothpick with a tiny skull carved into the top. On the buns, he smears mayonnaise and tops a few of the crabcakes with tender, juicy, crispy slices of bacon. He arranges these on a platter and the crab legs on a similar platter, stacked in an intricate fleur de lis pattern. He sits back and admires his work for just a moment, before setting to work on the rum punch of which, twenty minutes later, he rolls out a full hog's head cask, which he promptly taps. The word "Free" is crudely carved into the barrel. He then sits back in a rocking chair near the kitchen door and has a smoke contentedly looking at his handiwork.
The new golden-eyed dude is wandering the grounds, taking a early morning walk.
*Love the effort put into the first two, then just 'this guy is taking a walk.'*
Wolfe is doing a nostalgia thing and is performing the first song she performed in the tavern: Shepherd of Fire
Sharlene walks in, hungry.
Krathian has his feet kicked up against another chair, and listens absently. He seems tired - well I mean, he's a being incapable of sleep so he almost always seems tired - but now he seemed tireder than usual.
*Thank you, I'm glad you find it amusing. On a side note, does anyone ever start working on something for an RPG at 8:00 thinking you'll stop in an hour or so, then your brain wakes up mentally at 3 am and you're like, what the [GP] happened here?*
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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.
Valian Walks up, "Do you know where I can get a job of some sort?"
*can I get a description of galax, I know he's a kobold, that's it, here's Valian's*
A blonde 19 year old looking boy with pitch black feathered wings out of his back, & fiery Infernal glyphs on his arms. He wears a quite dirt stained roman toga & has matte gold bangles & headband.
Q'ilbrith is drinking calmly at the bar, his chest rising and falling from his deep, slow, steady breathing. It's been a rough transition from cephalopod to humanoid, but he's handled it well. He lightly chuckles at the memory of when his warping first occurred. He was panicked. Sure, Krathian could change him back if he wanted, but he figured Q'ilbrith could make use of his new form. They hung out briefly with a tattoo artist variant of Krathian back on the plane of mirrors, and he taught Q'il how to design and implement tattoos into a person's skin with his sharp tentacles. He had even learned how to do a few magic ones. "But that probably won't be of much use here," Q'il thought, calmly sipping his drink. "I don't imagine that there are many dangers that warrant such measures."
Jim is chilling in the kitchen, making food once again and trying to forget about what he can't remember. Today he's making cliff-crab crabcakes and crab legs. Due to the cliff-crab's soft shell this time of year, he also is able to, after cleaning them, fry a few whole. He sticks these and the crabcakes on small, delicate, sourdough brioche buns that he baked earlier this morning, spearing each on a toothpick with a tiny skull carved into the top. On the buns, he smears mayonnaise and tops a few of the crabcakes with tender, juicy, crispy slices of bacon. He arranges these on a platter and the crab legs on a similar platter, stacked in an intricate fleur de lis pattern. He sits back and admires his work for just a moment, before setting to work on the rum punch of which, twenty minutes later, he rolls out a full hog's head cask, which he promptly taps. The word "Free" is crudely carved into the barrel. He then sits back in a rocking chair near the kitchen door and has a smoke contentedly looking at his handiwork.
The new golden-eyed dude is wandering the grounds, taking a early morning walk.
*Love the effort put into the first two, then just 'this guy is taking a walk.'*
Wolfe is doing a nostalgia thing and is performing the first song she performed in the tavern: Shepherd of Fire
Sharlene walks in, hungry.
"Heya Sharlene," Jim says getting himself a tankard of the punch.
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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.
No visual or verbal response. It seems to have only heard the telepathy
Can you speak?
It seems to shake its head
What is the name of this place?
It tilts its head
Where are we?
It seems to write strange letters on the wall
I don't understand your script, but I'll study it.
It seems to still look for the voice source
I'm right below you.
It looks down, then shakes its head
What's wrong?
It writes again
I can't understand you.
It seems to sigh, though theres no sound
This is frustrating for me, too.
It seems to motion to its eyes, make an x, then point down to.him
You don't see me?
It nods
"It can't see or hear us. But I'm able to communicate with it telepathically." What are you called?
"Hm... Do you think its the same with all creatures here?" It doesnt seem to know how to respond
"Most likely." What are you doing?
It slashes its blade in the air, before taking out one of those coins
Finding money? There's some at the bottom of this room.
It tilts its head, launching off the wall, shattering the crystals, before it drops down, and quickly going to the rock and breaking it up
"I thought that's what they did."
"Thats... A very interesting way to store money..." It begins jumping to the top again, reforming the crystals as it wall clings
"But an effective one."
"True enough, I guess... Why is it hiding up here, though?"
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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)
Valian Walks up, "Do you know where I can get a job of some sort?"
*can I get a description of galax, I know he's a kobold, that's it, here's Valian's*
A blonde 19 year old looking boy with pitch black feathered wings out of his back, & fiery Infernal glyphs on the back of his arms. He wears a quite dirt stained roman toga & has matte gold bangles & headband.
2'5" blue kobold, seems just to be wearing casual wear, with a rapier straped to his belt
No visual or verbal response. It seems to have only heard the telepathy
Can you speak?
It seems to shake its head
What is the name of this place?
It tilts its head
Where are we?
It seems to write strange letters on the wall
I don't understand your script, but I'll study it.
It seems to still look for the voice source
I'm right below you.
It looks down, then shakes its head
What's wrong?
It writes again
I can't understand you.
It seems to sigh, though theres no sound
This is frustrating for me, too.
It seems to motion to its eyes, make an x, then point down to.him
You don't see me?
It nods
"It can't see or hear us. But I'm able to communicate with it telepathically." What are you called?
"Hm... Do you think its the same with all creatures here?" It doesnt seem to know how to respond
"Most likely." What are you doing?
It slashes its blade in the air, before taking out one of those coins
Finding money? There's some at the bottom of this room.
It tilts its head, launching off the wall, shattering the crystals, before it drops down, and quickly going to the rock and breaking it up
"I thought that's what they did."
"Thats... A very interesting way to store money..." It begins jumping to the top again, reforming the crystals as it wall clings
"But an effective one."
"True enough, I guess... Why is it hiding up here, though?"
"I'll ask." Why are you hiding here?
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No visual or verbal response. It seems to have only heard the telepathy
Can you speak?
It seems to shake its head
What is the name of this place?
It tilts its head
Where are we?
It seems to write strange letters on the wall
I don't understand your script, but I'll study it.
It seems to still look for the voice source
I'm right below you.
It looks down, then shakes its head
What's wrong?
It writes again
I can't understand you.
It seems to sigh, though theres no sound
This is frustrating for me, too.
It seems to motion to its eyes, make an x, then point down to.him
You don't see me?
It nods
"It can't see or hear us. But I'm able to communicate with it telepathically." What are you called?
"Hm... Do you think its the same with all creatures here?" It doesnt seem to know how to respond
"Most likely." What are you doing?
It slashes its blade in the air, before taking out one of those coins
Finding money? There's some at the bottom of this room.
It tilts its head, launching off the wall, shattering the crystals, before it drops down, and quickly going to the rock and breaking it up
"I thought that's what they did."
"Thats... A very interesting way to store money..." It begins jumping to the top again, reforming the crystals as it wall clings
"But an effective one."
"True enough, I guess... Why is it hiding up here, though?"
"I'll ask." Why are you hiding here?
It slashes the air again, before holding up the coins. Footsteps can be heard in the caverns
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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)
No visual or verbal response. It seems to have only heard the telepathy
Can you speak?
It seems to shake its head
What is the name of this place?
It tilts its head
Where are we?
It seems to write strange letters on the wall
I don't understand your script, but I'll study it.
It seems to still look for the voice source
I'm right below you.
It looks down, then shakes its head
What's wrong?
It writes again
I can't understand you.
It seems to sigh, though theres no sound
This is frustrating for me, too.
It seems to motion to its eyes, make an x, then point down to.him
You don't see me?
It nods
"It can't see or hear us. But I'm able to communicate with it telepathically." What are you called?
"Hm... Do you think its the same with all creatures here?" It doesnt seem to know how to respond
"Most likely." What are you doing?
It slashes its blade in the air, before taking out one of those coins
Finding money? There's some at the bottom of this room.
It tilts its head, launching off the wall, shattering the crystals, before it drops down, and quickly going to the rock and breaking it up
"I thought that's what they did."
"Thats... A very interesting way to store money..." It begins jumping to the top again, reforming the crystals as it wall clings
"But an effective one."
"True enough, I guess... Why is it hiding up here, though?"
"I'll ask." Why are you hiding here?
It slashes the air again, before holding up the coins. Footsteps can be heard in the caverns
You're robbing people?
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Valian Walks up, "Do you know where I can get a job of some sort?"
*can I get a description of galax, I know he's a kobold, that's it, here's Valian's*
A blonde 19 year old looking boy with pitch black feathered wings out of his back, & fiery Infernal glyphs on the back of his arms. He wears a quite dirt stained roman toga & has matte gold bangles & headband.
2'5" blue kobold, seems just to be wearing casual wear, with a rapier straped to his belt
"why do you ask?"
*oh yeah he's 5'4" forgot.*
"Need it to live In the material plane, do I not?"
No visual or verbal response. It seems to have only heard the telepathy
Can you speak?
It seems to shake its head
What is the name of this place?
It tilts its head
Where are we?
It seems to write strange letters on the wall
I don't understand your script, but I'll study it.
It seems to still look for the voice source
I'm right below you.
It looks down, then shakes its head
What's wrong?
It writes again
I can't understand you.
It seems to sigh, though theres no sound
This is frustrating for me, too.
It seems to motion to its eyes, make an x, then point down to.him
You don't see me?
It nods
"It can't see or hear us. But I'm able to communicate with it telepathically." What are you called?
"Hm... Do you think its the same with all creatures here?" It doesnt seem to know how to respond
"Most likely." What are you doing?
It slashes its blade in the air, before taking out one of those coins
Finding money? There's some at the bottom of this room.
It tilts its head, launching off the wall, shattering the crystals, before it drops down, and quickly going to the rock and breaking it up
"I thought that's what they did."
"Thats... A very interesting way to store money..." It begins jumping to the top again, reforming the crystals as it wall clings
"But an effective one."
"True enough, I guess... Why is it hiding up here, though?"
"I'll ask." Why are you hiding here?
It slashes the air again, before holding up the coins. Footsteps can be heard in the caverns
You're robbing people?
It shakes its head
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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)
Q'ilbrith is drinking calmly at the bar, his chest rising and falling from his deep, slow, steady breathing. It's been a rough transition from cephalopod to humanoid, but he's handled it well. He lightly chuckles at the memory of when his warping first occurred. He was panicked. Sure, Krathian could change him back if he wanted, but he figured Q'ilbrith could make use of his new form. They hung out briefly with a tattoo artist variant of Krathian back on the plane of mirrors, and he taught Q'il how to design and implement tattoos into a person's skin with his sharp tentacles. He had even learned how to do a few magic ones. "But that probably won't be of much use here," Q'il thought, calmly sipping his drink. "I don't imagine that there are many dangers that warrant such measures."
Jim is chilling in the kitchen, making food once again and trying to forget about what he can't remember. Today he's making cliff-crab crabcakes and crab legs. Due to the cliff-crab's soft shell this time of year, he also is able to, after cleaning them, fry a few whole. He sticks these and the crabcakes on small, delicate, sourdough brioche buns that he baked earlier this morning, spearing each on a toothpick with a tiny skull carved into the top. On the buns, he smears mayonnaise and tops a few of the crabcakes with tender, juicy, crispy slices of bacon. He arranges these on a platter and the crab legs on a similar platter, stacked in an intricate fleur de lis pattern. He sits back and admires his work for just a moment, before setting to work on the rum punch of which, twenty minutes later, he rolls out a full hog's head cask, which he promptly taps. The word "Free" is crudely carved into the barrel. He then sits back in a rocking chair near the kitchen door and has a smoke contentedly looking at his handiwork.
The new golden-eyed dude is wandering the grounds, taking a early morning walk.
*Love the effort put into the first two, then just 'this guy is taking a walk.'*
Wolfe is doing a nostalgia thing and is performing the first song she performed in the tavern: Shepherd of Fire
Sharlene walks in, hungry.
Krathian has his feet kicked up against another chair, and listens absently. He seems tired - well I mean, he's a being incapable of sleep so he almost always seems tired - but now he seemed tireder than usual.
*Thank you, I'm glad you find it amusing. On a side note, does anyone ever start working on something for an RPG at 8:00 thinking you'll stop in an hour or so, then your brain wakes up mentally at 3 am and you're like, what the [GP] happened here?*
*At first I thought you meant RPG as in Rocket Propelled Grenade, then I realized 'Oh, Role-Playing Game'. Anyways, no, sadly I don't work on games.*
*Also, did you see Wolfe's redesign? Check Tavernpedia if you missed the post here. She more or less changed her hair color. :)*
After finishing up and reminiscing a bit, she looks around and notices Krathian. "Hey, you, uh, more mellowed out than... yesterday?" She slowly asked as she approached.
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*Love the effort put into the first two, then just 'this guy is taking a walk.'*
Wolfe is doing a nostalgia thing and is performing the first song she performed in the tavern: Shepherd of Fire
Sharlene walks in, hungry.
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.
a 6'5" tiefling punches a head off a dummy, before obliterating it with a roundhouse kick
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Gunnr returns to the tavern, holding what looked like the skull of some sort of fiend. After ordering a hearty brunch and ale, she sets the skull down, takes out a set of tools, and promptly begins carving what looked like runes into the bone.
Theren continues to watch him curiously.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"I.... Id like to... I want to try.....I..."
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!
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"I thought that's what they did."
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Be brave, Kalnor."
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Thats... A very interesting way to store money..." It begins jumping to the top again, reforming the crystals as it wall clings
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!
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"But an effective one."
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Krathian has his feet kicked up against another chair, and listens absently. He seems tired - well I mean, he's a being incapable of sleep so he almost always seems tired - but now he seemed tireder than usual.
*Thank you, I'm glad you find it amusing. On a side note, does anyone ever start working on something for an RPG at 8:00 thinking you'll stop in an hour or so, then your brain wakes up mentally at 3 am and you're like, what the [GP] happened here?*
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"
*through the magic of time warp*
Valian Walks up, "Do you know where I can get a job of some sort?"
*can I get a description of galax, I know he's a kobold, that's it, here's Valian's*
A blonde 19 year old looking boy with pitch black feathered wings out of his back, & fiery Infernal glyphs on his arms. He wears a quite dirt stained roman toga & has matte gold bangles & headband.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Heya Sharlene," Jim says getting himself a tankard of the punch.
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"
"True enough, I guess... Why is it hiding up here, though?"
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!
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2'5" blue kobold, seems just to be wearing casual wear, with a rapier straped to his belt
"why do you ask?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"I'll ask." Why are you hiding here?
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
It slashes the air again, before holding up the coins. Footsteps can be heard in the caverns
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!
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You're robbing people?
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*oh yeah he's 5'4" forgot.*
"Need it to live In the material plane, do I not?"
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
It shakes its head
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)
*At first I thought you meant RPG as in Rocket Propelled Grenade, then I realized 'Oh, Role-Playing Game'. Anyways, no, sadly I don't work on games.*
*Also, did you see Wolfe's redesign? Check Tavernpedia if you missed the post here. She more or less changed her hair color. :)*
After finishing up and reminiscing a bit, she looks around and notices Krathian. "Hey, you, uh, more mellowed out than... yesterday?" She slowly asked as she approached.
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.