*I think Phantom was in the middle of a convo with Oval and Albwin.*
Soldaer is sitting at the bar, drink his usual: Feywine.
Shade is walking throughout the crowd, enjoying the occasional pat on the head or scratch behind the ears.
(1. Can he sense unusual things?)
2. Avery grabs a mug, singing with a bunch of other people
*Like what? He has a 25 passive perception, so possibly*
*Something like the paladin's divine sense*
*Nope. Just very observant, without the observant feat, lol*
*Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, i can work with that*'
Soldaer can feel something, unattural, outside the tavern towards the back
A chill goes down Soldaer's spine, but he seems more curious and cautious than anything. Shade, come with me. He says telepathically so as to not disturb the other patrons. Shade comes bounding over, and they exit the tavern to investigate.
Investigation/religion check
*alright. Investigation: 27*
Its eerily quiet, like all the life outside the tavern has been silenced. The only noises coming from anywhere other than back inside, is the sound of metal against metal behind the tavern
Soldaer looks over at Shade. Be ready for anything, he says, drawing his weapons, but keeping the light from his rapier off. He and Shade then walk cautiously around back behind the tavern.
If they try and go stealthly, make a stealth check. If not: They see someone attacking a metal creature with a warpick. They seem to be doing a basic training, but something seems off about them
*For stealth check, Soldaer cast Pass Without Trace using his innate magic, so an additional +10 to both of them. Stealth: 33 for Soldaer, and 36 for Shade.*
*Yep, that passes their max possible*
The person doesn't notice them as they continue beating the automaton
Soldaer and Shade approach the person cautiously, observing them for any signs of instability.
They seem like a normal human besides the unnatural purple glow coming from their eyes, which reflect in the robot's bronze carapace.
Soldaer finally breaks the silence. "You seem rather intent on beating the crap out of the automaton."
They freeze up for a moment, "Jesus-" They quickly turn around, "Who the heck are you??" They ask. Their eyes are black, except for their pupils, which are purple
*I think Phantom was in the middle of a convo with Oval and Albwin.*
Soldaer is sitting at the bar, drink his usual: Feywine.
Shade is walking throughout the crowd, enjoying the occasional pat on the head or scratch behind the ears.
(1. Can he sense unusual things?)
2. Avery grabs a mug, singing with a bunch of other people
*Like what? He has a 25 passive perception, so possibly*
*Something like the paladin's divine sense*
*Nope. Just very observant, without the observant feat, lol*
*Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, i can work with that*'
Soldaer can feel something, unattural, outside the tavern towards the back
A chill goes down Soldaer's spine, but he seems more curious and cautious than anything. Shade, come with me. He says telepathically so as to not disturb the other patrons. Shade comes bounding over, and they exit the tavern to investigate.
Investigation/religion check
*alright. Investigation: 27*
Its eerily quiet, like all the life outside the tavern has been silenced. The only noises coming from anywhere other than back inside, is the sound of metal against metal behind the tavern
Soldaer looks over at Shade. Be ready for anything, he says, drawing his weapons, but keeping the light from his rapier off. He and Shade then walk cautiously around back behind the tavern.
If they try and go stealthly, make a stealth check. If not: They see someone attacking a metal creature with a warpick. They seem to be doing a basic training, but something seems off about them
*For stealth check, Soldaer cast Pass Without Trace using his innate magic, so an additional +10 to both of them. Stealth: 33 for Soldaer, and 36 for Shade.*
*Yep, that passes their max possible*
The person doesn't notice them as they continue beating the automaton
Soldaer and Shade approach the person cautiously, observing them for any signs of instability.
They seem like a normal human besides the unnatural purple glow coming from their eyes, which reflect in the robot's bronze carapace.
Soldaer finally breaks the silence. "You seem rather intent on beating the crap out of the automaton."
They freeze up for a moment, "Jesus-" They quickly turn around, "Who the heck are you??" They ask. Their eyes are black, except for their pupils, which are purple
Soldaer sheathes his weapons. "The name's Soldaer, and this is Shade." Shade gives a semi-friendly growl, as though she's still not entirely sure what to make of this new person.
*Looks like everyone else is gone bro, though if you're still in the mood I'm down for rp.*
Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.
Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.
The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room.
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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.
*Looks like everyone else is gone bro, though if you're still in the mood I'm down for rp.*
Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.
Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.
The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room.
*Timewarp time, lol!*
Soldaer walks over to Krathian. "I don't believe we've properly met. The name's Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki and Druid of Eilistraee. Couldn't help but notice this rather...unique piece of...shrubbery you're working on. What exactly is it you are doing to that tree?"
*Looks like everyone else is gone bro, though if you're still in the mood I'm down for rp.*
Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.
Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.
The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room.
*Timewarp time, lol!*
Soldaer walks over to Krathian. "I don't believe we've properly met. The name's Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki and Druid of Eilistraee. Couldn't help but notice this rather...unique piece of...shrubbery you're working on. What exactly is it you are doing to that tree?"
He mops sweat off of his brow, and doesn't bother to look at or greet Soldaer. "Krathian." he says abruptly (He's going through a tough time,) "It's a mathas tree, growth responds to psychic energy. This one was tough to direct. I'm exercising."
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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 think Phantom was in the middle of a convo with Oval and Albwin.*
Soldaer is sitting at the bar, drink his usual: Feywine.
Shade is walking throughout the crowd, enjoying the occasional pat on the head or scratch behind the ears.
(1. Can he sense unusual things?)
2. Avery grabs a mug, singing with a bunch of other people
*Like what? He has a 25 passive perception, so possibly*
*Something like the paladin's divine sense*
*Nope. Just very observant, without the observant feat, lol*
*Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, i can work with that*'
Soldaer can feel something, unattural, outside the tavern towards the back
A chill goes down Soldaer's spine, but he seems more curious and cautious than anything. Shade, come with me. He says telepathically so as to not disturb the other patrons. Shade comes bounding over, and they exit the tavern to investigate.
Investigation/religion check
*alright. Investigation: 27*
Its eerily quiet, like all the life outside the tavern has been silenced. The only noises coming from anywhere other than back inside, is the sound of metal against metal behind the tavern
Soldaer looks over at Shade. Be ready for anything, he says, drawing his weapons, but keeping the light from his rapier off. He and Shade then walk cautiously around back behind the tavern.
If they try and go stealthly, make a stealth check. If not: They see someone attacking a metal creature with a warpick. They seem to be doing a basic training, but something seems off about them
*For stealth check, Soldaer cast Pass Without Trace using his innate magic, so an additional +10 to both of them. Stealth: 33 for Soldaer, and 36 for Shade.*
*Yep, that passes their max possible*
The person doesn't notice them as they continue beating the automaton
Soldaer and Shade approach the person cautiously, observing them for any signs of instability.
They seem like a normal human besides the unnatural purple glow coming from their eyes, which reflect in the robot's bronze carapace.
Soldaer finally breaks the silence. "You seem rather intent on beating the crap out of the automaton."
They freeze up for a moment, "Jesus-" They quickly turn around, "Who the heck are you??" They ask. Their eyes are black, except for their pupils, which are purple
Soldaer sheathes his weapons. "The name's Soldaer, and this is Shade." Shade gives a semi-friendly growl, as though she's still not entirely sure what to make of this new person.
"Um.... i'm" They look down at their hand for a moment, "Ah, right, i'm Azazel." He says, nodding
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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)
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Looks like everyone else is gone bro, though if you're still in the mood I'm down for rp.*
Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.
Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.
The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room.
*Timewarp time, lol!*
Soldaer walks over to Krathian. "I don't believe we've properly met. The name's Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki and Druid of Eilistraee. Couldn't help but notice this rather...unique piece of...shrubbery you're working on. What exactly is it you are doing to that tree?"
He mops sweat off of his brow, and doesn't bother to look at or greet Soldaer. "Krathian." he says abruptly (He's going through a tough time,) "It's a mathas tree, growth responds to psychic energy. This one was tough to direct. I'm exercising."
"Interesting. Can't say I've heard of a mathas tree, but I am familiar with psionics. I myself am not that much of a practitioner, although I do have the ability to speak telepathically," He says, switching over fluidly in mid sentence.
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)
Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.
Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.
The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room.
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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.
*Looks like everyone else is gone bro, though if you're still in the mood I'm down for rp.*
Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.
Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.
The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room.
*Timewarp time, lol!*
Soldaer walks over to Krathian. "I don't believe we've properly met. The name's Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki and Druid of Eilistraee. Couldn't help but notice this rather...unique piece of...shrubbery you're working on. What exactly is it you are doing to that tree?"
He mops sweat off of his brow, and doesn't bother to look at or greet Soldaer. "Krathian." he says abruptly (He's going through a tough time,) "It's a mathas tree, growth responds to psychic energy. This one was tough to direct. I'm exercising."
"Interesting. Can't say I've heard of a mathas tree, but I am familiar with psionics. I myself am not that much of a practitioner, although I do have the ability to speak telepathically," He says, switching over fluidly in mid sentence.
A voice enters his mind. Hellooo~ Who are you?
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Looks like everyone else is gone bro, though if you're still in the mood I'm down for rp.*
Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.
Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.
The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room.
*Timewarp time, lol!*
Soldaer walks over to Krathian. "I don't believe we've properly met. The name's Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki and Druid of Eilistraee. Couldn't help but notice this rather...unique piece of...shrubbery you're working on. What exactly is it you are doing to that tree?"
He mops sweat off of his brow, and doesn't bother to look at or greet Soldaer. "Krathian." he says abruptly (He's going through a tough time,) "It's a mathas tree, growth responds to psychic energy. This one was tough to direct. I'm exercising."
"Interesting. Can't say I've heard of a mathas tree, but I am familiar with psionics. I myself am not that much of a practitioner, although I do have the ability to speak telepathically," He says, switching over fluidly in mid sentence.
"Fascinating. Not many are able to do so fluidly, all I get from most who try to communicate is jumbled sensations, and most are only able to do so in short bursts."
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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.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.
Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.
The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room.
Atemos waves. “Whatcha doin?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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They freeze up for a moment, "Jesus-" They quickly turn around, "Who the heck are you??" They ask. Their eyes are black, except for their pupils, which are purple
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
*back!!! I had to do stuff*
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 sheathes his weapons. "The name's Soldaer, and this is Shade." Shade gives a semi-friendly growl, as though she's still not entirely sure what to make of this new person.
*You and me both, lol. I had to go rather abruptly, lol*
*Looks like everyone else is gone bro, though if you're still in the mood I'm down for rp.*
Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.
Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.
The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room.
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"
*Timewarp time, lol!*
Soldaer walks over to Krathian. "I don't believe we've properly met. The name's Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki and Druid of Eilistraee. Couldn't help but notice this rather...unique piece of...shrubbery you're working on. What exactly is it you are doing to that tree?"
He mops sweat off of his brow, and doesn't bother to look at or greet Soldaer. "Krathian." he says abruptly (He's going through a tough time,) "It's a mathas tree, growth responds to psychic energy. This one was tough to direct. I'm exercising."
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"
"Um.... i'm" They look down at their hand for a moment, "Ah, right, i'm Azazel." He says, nodding
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
*Hello!*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Hey Cyno*
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"
*Hi!*
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)
*Got any actives?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Yo hey chris! Actives?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Interesting. Can't say I've heard of a mathas tree, but I am familiar with psionics. I myself am not that much of a practitioner, although I do have the ability to speak telepathically," He says, switching over fluidly in mid sentence.
*Kalnor, Naivaeliania Ecliren, and Tikalae*
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)
Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.
Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.
The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room.
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"
A voice enters his mind. Hellooo~ Who are you?
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Fascinating. Not many are able to do so fluidly, all I get from most who try to communicate is jumbled sensations, and most are only able to do so in short bursts."
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"
*Can you describe the last two?*
— 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
Atemos waves. “Whatcha doin?”
— 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