A short half-elf with long white hair, black leather clothes, and a huge smile on her face walks into the tavern "Why hello, so many happy faces around here!"
Tikalae waves "Hello, there!"
"Hello who are you, do you like pancakes, oh I do too, do you have any pets can I meet them, oh yeah speaking of pancakes" she orders pancakes with seemingly more syrup than pancake
She smiles "You can call me Tikalae. I do enjoy pancakes, but do not have any pets" *Want a heroforge of Tikalae?*
*yeah, thanks*
"Well hello Takiliakie, you seem cool. So, what do you do around here? I mean, you can't just stay at this tavern, although their pancakes are good"
*K! 1 sec* "I.. Well, not much of anything here except train. Im sorta here by accident"
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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 Characters (Outdated)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 short half-elf with long white hair, black leather clothes, and a huge smile on her face walks into the tavern "Why hello, so many happy faces around here!"
Albwin slowly backs away
"Hello, who are you?"
"A-albwin."
"Hi Albwin. Hey I'm sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to do that. You want some pancake?"
A short half-elf with long white hair, black leather clothes, and a huge smile on her face walks into the tavern "Why hello, so many happy faces around here!"
Albwin slowly backs away
"Hello, who are you?"
"A-albwin."
"Hi Albwin. Hey I'm sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to do that. You want some pancake?"
A short half-elf with long white hair, black leather clothes, and a huge smile on her face walks into the tavern "Why hello, so many happy faces around here!"
Tikalae waves "Hello, there!"
"Hello who are you, do you like pancakes, oh I do too, do you have any pets can I meet them, oh yeah speaking of pancakes" she orders pancakes with seemingly more syrup than pancake
She smiles "You can call me Tikalae. I do enjoy pancakes, but do not have any pets" *Want a heroforge of Tikalae?*
*yeah, thanks*
"Well hello Takiliakie, you seem cool. So, what do you do around here? I mean, you can't just stay at this tavern, although their pancakes are good"
*K! 1 sec* "I.. Well, not much of anything here except train. Im sorta here by accident"
*Considering im not using penny, Ill bring in James, aka Reaper*
A slight disturbance was felt in the tavern, like a disruption in the current of time and space. In a flash of red smoke, a skeleton appeared. They wear a red hoodie with fluffy white parka-like accents around the hood and inside, a pair of black slacks and thick dirty sneakers that are stained with blood and dirt. Their black eyes hold nothing, no emotion or light, in them, just a single red pupil. Their jaw are wired in a permeant smile, giving off a disturbing aura. They carry a scythe on their back, held together in a sheath made of black cloth and thick rope.
The walk through the wood, bony hands stuck in their pockets as the reach the tavern,
Albwin looks out the window and lets out a shout of fright.
This was James Machrel, AKA The Reaper. a Bounty hunter of sorts for Moirie, Goddess of natural order, Life and Death. Man who died when he was only 17 years of age.
A short half-elf with long white hair, black leather clothes, and a huge smile on her face walks into the tavern "Why hello, so many happy faces around here!"
Tikalae waves "Hello, there!"
"Hello who are you, do you like pancakes, oh I do too, do you have any pets can I meet them, oh yeah speaking of pancakes" she orders pancakes with seemingly more syrup than pancake
She smiles "You can call me Tikalae. I do enjoy pancakes, but do not have any pets" *Want a heroforge of Tikalae?*
*yeah, thanks*
"Well hello Takiliakie, you seem cool. So, what do you do around here? I mean, you can't just stay at this tavern, although their pancakes are good"
*K! 1 sec* "I.. Well, not much of anything here except train. Im sorta here by accident"
"How comes?" she looks concerned
https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=29485200/ "Well... Im not exactly sure how it happened, but I went to bed, and the next time I found myself awake, I was here, with a new sword, and a couple days has passed"
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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 short half-elf with long white hair, black leather clothes, and a huge smile on her face walks into the tavern "Why hello, so many happy faces around here!"
Albwin slowly backs away
"Hello, who are you?"
"A-albwin."
"Hi Albwin. Hey I'm sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to do that. You want some pancake?"
He shakes his head no.
"Oh, uh, I'll just... leave you alone then, you don't look like you're in the mood to talk"
*Considering im not using penny, Ill bring in James, aka Reaper*
A slight disturbance was felt in the tavern, like a disruption in the current of time and space. In a flash of red smoke, a skeleton appeared. They wear a red hoodie with fluffy white parka-like accents around the hood and inside, a pair of black slacks and thick dirty sneakers that are stained with blood and dirt. Their black eyes hold nothing, no emotion or light, in them, just a single red pupil. Their jaw are wired in a permeant smile, giving off a disturbing aura. They carry a scythe on their back, held together in a sheath made of black cloth and thick rope.
The walk through the wood, bony hands stuck in their pockets as the reach the tavern,
Albwin looks out the window and lets out a shout of fright.
This was James Machrel, AKA The Reaper. a Bounty hunter of sorts for Moirie, Goddess of natural order, Life and Death. Man who died when he was only 17 years of age.
He pushed open the tavern door and walked inside.
Timber backs as far away from Reaper as she/they can without breaking into a run.
A short half-elf with long white hair, black leather clothes, and a huge smile on her face walks into the tavern "Why hello, so many happy faces around here!"
Tikalae waves "Hello, there!"
"Hello who are you, do you like pancakes, oh I do too, do you have any pets can I meet them, oh yeah speaking of pancakes" she orders pancakes with seemingly more syrup than pancake
Caramel the Undead Cat walks over to her.
"Aw, a cat"
Caramel purrs and rubs against her leg. Can I have pancake? And no, I'm not saying it that way. That meme is stupid.
*Considering im not using penny, Ill bring in James, aka Reaper*
A slight disturbance was felt in the tavern, like a disruption in the current of time and space. In a flash of red smoke, a skeleton appeared. They wear a red hoodie with fluffy white parka-like accents around the hood and inside, a pair of black slacks and thick dirty sneakers that are stained with blood and dirt. Their black eyes hold nothing, no emotion or light, in them, just a single red pupil. Their jaw are wired in a permeant smile, giving off a disturbing aura. They carry a scythe on their back, held together in a sheath made of black cloth and thick rope.
The walk through the wood, bony hands stuck in their pockets as the reach the tavern,
Albwin looks out the window and lets out a shout of fright.
This was James Machrel, AKA The Reaper. a Bounty hunter of sorts for Moirie, Goddess of natural order, Life and Death. Man who died when he was only 17 years of age.
He pushed open the tavern door and walked inside.
Timber backs as far away from Reaper as she/they can without breaking into a run.
Reaper permeant grin seems to get bigger as they see people growing fearful of him
A short half-elf with long white hair, black leather clothes, and a huge smile on her face walks into the tavern "Why hello, so many happy faces around here!"
Tikalae waves "Hello, there!"
"Hello who are you, do you like pancakes, oh I do too, do you have any pets can I meet them, oh yeah speaking of pancakes" she orders pancakes with seemingly more syrup than pancake
She smiles "You can call me Tikalae. I do enjoy pancakes, but do not have any pets" *Want a heroforge of Tikalae?*
*yeah, thanks*
"Well hello Takiliakie, you seem cool. So, what do you do around here? I mean, you can't just stay at this tavern, although their pancakes are good"
*K! 1 sec* "I.. Well, not much of anything here except train. Im sorta here by accident"
"How comes?" she looks concerned
https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=29485200/ "Well... Im not exactly sure how it happened, but I went to bed, and the next time I found myself awake, I was here, with a new sword, and a couple days has passed"
"That... is certainly strange. Sounds a bit like some tiefling girl i met once. Do you not remember anything from before you came here?"
*Considering im not using penny, Ill bring in James, aka Reaper*
A slight disturbance was felt in the tavern, like a disruption in the current of time and space. In a flash of red smoke, a skeleton appeared. They wear a red hoodie with fluffy white parka-like accents around the hood and inside, a pair of black slacks and thick dirty sneakers that are stained with blood and dirt. Their black eyes hold nothing, no emotion or light, in them, just a single red pupil. Their jaw are wired in a permeant smile, giving off a disturbing aura. They carry a scythe on their back, held together in a sheath made of black cloth and thick rope.
The walk through the wood, bony hands stuck in their pockets as the reach the tavern,
Albwin looks out the window and lets out a shout of fright.
This was James Machrel, AKA The Reaper. a Bounty hunter of sorts for Moirie, Goddess of natural order, Life and Death. Man who died when he was only 17 years of age.
He pushed open the tavern door and walked inside.
Albwin lets out a whimper and hides behind a couch
*Considering im not using penny, Ill bring in James, aka Reaper*
A slight disturbance was felt in the tavern, like a disruption in the current of time and space. In a flash of red smoke, a skeleton appeared. They wear a red hoodie with fluffy white parka-like accents around the hood and inside, a pair of black slacks and thick dirty sneakers that are stained with blood and dirt. Their black eyes hold nothing, no emotion or light, in them, just a single red pupil. Their jaw are wired in a permeant smile, giving off a disturbing aura. They carry a scythe on their back, held together in a sheath made of black cloth and thick rope.
The walk through the wood, bony hands stuck in their pockets as the reach the tavern,
Albwin looks out the window and lets out a shout of fright.
This was James Machrel, AKA The Reaper. a Bounty hunter of sorts for Moirie, Goddess of natural order, Life and Death. Man who died when he was only 17 years of age.
He pushed open the tavern door and walked inside.
Albwin lets out a whimper and hides behind a couch
The skeleton sits at the tavern bar and orders a whiskey
*K! 1 sec* "I.. Well, not much of anything here except train. Im sorta here by accident"
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)
"It.... it was real." Avery nods
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
"Hi Albwin. Hey I'm sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to do that. You want some pancake?"
He shakes his head no.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Arc is levitating/floating around the tavern, studying everybody he can.
Taceli is becoming extremely depressed.
Wolfe is playing some music.
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.
"How comes?" she looks concerned
This was James Machrel, AKA The Reaper. a Bounty hunter of sorts for Moirie, Goddess of natural order, Life and Death. Man who died when he was only 17 years of age.
He pushed open the tavern door and walked inside.
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
She goes back into the fetal position. "P-please take me back..."
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.
https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=29485200/ "Well... Im not exactly sure how it happened, but I went to bed, and the next time I found myself awake, I was here, with a new sword, and a couple days has passed"
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)
"watch!" They said with a grin on their face, getting off the couch again and picking up the ball. They put it on their head and began balancing 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
"Oh, uh, I'll just... leave you alone then, you don't look like you're in the mood to talk"
"To the tavern?" Avery asks, dismissing the motorcylce for something more comfortable, a suv
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
Timber backs as far away from Reaper as she/they can without breaking into a run.
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.
"P-please."
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.
Caramel purrs and rubs against her leg. Can I have pancake? And no, I'm not saying it that way. That meme is stupid.
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.
Reaper permeant grin seems to get bigger as they see people growing fearful of him
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
"That... is certainly strange. Sounds a bit like some tiefling girl i met once. Do you not remember anything from before you came here?"
Albwin lets out a whimper and hides behind a couch
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The skeleton sits at the tavern bar and orders a whiskey
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
"Very good, that takes a good amount of skill," They grin
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