Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
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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.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
She suddenly gripped his fingers in an iron grip, possibly breaking a finger or two. "Get your hand off of me, you Creep!" She stood up and turned around, holding his hand in above his head.
He chuckled a bit, "You can seem to hurt me can you?" he said, his black eyes glinting a bit
She sneered and threw his hand away. "Touch me again, and more than that'll happen."
"You were the one that agreed..." he said with a small grin, his looks showed that he was about 20-30.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
She suddenly gripped his fingers in an iron grip, possibly breaking a finger or two. "Get your hand off of me, you Creep!" She stood up and turned around, holding his hand in above his head.
He chuckled a bit, "You can seem to hurt me can you?" he said, his black eyes glinting a bit
She sneered and threw his hand away. "Touch me again, and more than that'll happen."
"You were the one that agreed..." he said with a small grin, his looks showed that he was about 20-30.
"Clearly you don't understand lying."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
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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.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
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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.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
She suddenly gripped his fingers in an iron grip, possibly breaking a finger or two. "Get your hand off of me, you Creep!" She stood up and turned around, holding his hand in above his head.
He chuckled a bit, "You can seem to hurt me can you?" he said, his black eyes glinting a bit
She sneered and threw his hand away. "Touch me again, and more than that'll happen."
"You were the one that agreed..." he said with a small grin, his looks showed that he was about 20-30.
"Clearly you don't understand lying."
"I do, i lie on a daily basis" he said with a cheeky grin
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
She suddenly gripped his fingers in an iron grip, possibly breaking a finger or two. "Get your hand off of me, you Creep!" She stood up and turned around, holding his hand in above his head.
He chuckled a bit, "You can seem to hurt me can you?" he said, his black eyes glinting a bit
She sneered and threw his hand away. "Touch me again, and more than that'll happen."
"You were the one that agreed..." he said with a small grin, his looks showed that he was about 20-30.
"Clearly you don't understand lying."
"I do, i lie on a daily basis" he said with a cheeky grin
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not surprised."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
She suddenly gripped his fingers in an iron grip, possibly breaking a finger or two. "Get your hand off of me, you Creep!" She stood up and turned around, holding his hand in above his head.
He chuckled a bit, "You can seem to hurt me can you?" he said, his black eyes glinting a bit
She sneered and threw his hand away. "Touch me again, and more than that'll happen."
"You were the one that agreed..." he said with a small grin, his looks showed that he was about 20-30.
"Clearly you don't understand lying."
"I do, i lie on a daily basis" he said with a cheeky grin
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not surprised."
He Chuckled a small bit before stuffing his hands in his pockets
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
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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.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
"Ah, that makes more sense. Yeah, this would be such a cool place to stay and see everyday."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
The man in the red jumpsuit looked at her. He took off his mask, he had fluffy brown hair and Black eyes, light freckles were dusted over his cheeks as he watched her.
As she looked around after doing her performance, she didn't seem to notice him.
The man sat in his seat watching her, his black eyes seemed narrowed and unsure of this newcomer,
When she was done admiring the reactions of the people around her, she walked over to the bar.
He puts back on his mask and puts up his hood before walking over, standing about 3 feet beside her, and ordering as well.
She looked over to him, a little wary of why he was suddenly so close, but went back to ordering some food and a drink.
He gets himself a Ale and watches her from under his mask for a split second before walking back to his seat. He sets his ale on the table and bugs through his backpack before producing some sort of chain with a hook ending.
She got a big steak with a baked potato that has cheese and bacon bits on it, her drink was a mug of ale.
Elliot sudden is gone, he appears behind her, mask off. He had Fair-lightly tanned skin. One of his eyes is covered by a tuft of Pale brown hair, his black eyes seem to be up to something. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and smiles like a fox "Spare some cash?"
She put a hand on his hand on her shoulder gently. "Of course, dear admirer! Only on one condition, though..."
His eyes narrow a bit, sensing hesitation.
She suddenly gripped his fingers in an iron grip, possibly breaking a finger or two. "Get your hand off of me, you Creep!" She stood up and turned around, holding his hand in above his head.
He chuckled a bit, "You can seem to hurt me can you?" he said, his black eyes glinting a bit
She sneered and threw his hand away. "Touch me again, and more than that'll happen."
"You were the one that agreed..." he said with a small grin, his looks showed that he was about 20-30.
"Clearly you don't understand lying."
"I do, i lie on a daily basis" he said with a cheeky grin
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not surprised."
He Chuckled a small bit before stuffing his hands in his pockets
She looked at him suspiciously before turning back around and going back to her food.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
"Ah, that makes more sense. Yeah, this would be such a cool place to stay and see everyday."
"Indeed it would be, in fact for me it is. I live here for now."
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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.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
"Ah, that makes more sense. Yeah, this would be such a cool place to stay and see everyday."
"Indeed it would be, in fact for me it is. I live here for now."
"Cool. Has anyone ever gone over the edge?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
"Ah, that makes more sense. Yeah, this would be such a cool place to stay and see everyday."
"Indeed it would be, in fact for me it is. I live here for now."
"Cool. Has anyone ever gone over the edge?"
*Its less an 'edge' like a fall, and more like a wall of void and nothing*
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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)
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
"Ah, that makes more sense. Yeah, this would be such a cool place to stay and see everyday."
"Indeed it would be, in fact for me it is. I live here for now."
"Cool. Has anyone ever gone over the edge?"
Q'ilbrith steals his drink, "I might if I have to keep putting up with my companion's antics, excuse me for a moment." He uses mage hand to steal his scotch back.
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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.
Without warning, a 6'2 woman suddenly bursts the door open, her heavy boots clanking against the wooden floor. She flicked back some of her long, dark black hair as she smiled wickedly. Her caramel brown eyes studied the patrons of the tavern as she took a breath and loudly proclaimed: "Get prepared for a show, 'cause you're about to get one!" She grabs her warhammer slung on her back, and twirled it around effortlessly, the hammer magically transforming into a electric guitar as it spun in her hand. When she set the instrument into position, she strummed a few notes to make sure they were set right, the sound already vibrating the air, even though it wasn't plugged to anything. When she mad sure the notes were set right, she started strumming a tune, this time the coordinated notes shaking the air even more than the test.
Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own
Don't you see I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right (This means it was sung by a secondary voice made by magic) I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Well I can promise you paradise No need to serve on your knees And when you're lost in the darkest of hours Take a moment and tell me who you see Won't tell ya who not to be
Now you know I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak Know me by name Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in suffering Immerse yourself into the kingdom of redemption Pardon your mind through the chains of the divine (This was a break in the song, not sung but said) Make way, the shepherd of fire
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate But I'm a dealer of simple choices For me it's never too late
I am your pride Agent of wealth Bearer of needs And you know it's right 'Cause I am your war Arming the strong Aiding the weak
I am your wrath I am your guilt I am your lust And you know it's right I am your love I am your stall I am your trust
Know me by name Shepherd of fire
*It seems I got unlucky with where my post ended up, here it is in case it was missed.*
Krathian waves to the woman
When she finished up the last notes, she stood there for a bit, taking a few breaths and smiling, looking around. When she saw Krathian waving, she coolly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Krathian watched her with steepled fingers like he was trying to judge who she was by her reactions.
When she was finished with regaining her breath, she walked over. "What's up?"
Krathian thinks for a moment before asking her, "Is that a trick question?"
"Only of you fall for it." She slung her guitar back over her shoulder, and it transforms back into a hammer on her back.
He rubs his eyes "Sorry, I spend most of my time with Orvar and Q'ilbrith, both can be frustratingly literal most of the time." He looks up at the Warhammer on her back. "So you're a bard, 'shepherd of fire' or do you go by another name?"
"Oh, Shepherd of Fire is just for the flair of the song, I don't actually go by that name, some people just call me that. You can call me Wolfe for now."
"Fair enough, Wolfe, where have you played?"
"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
"I imagine that's why it exists."
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
"Ah, that makes more sense. Yeah, this would be such a cool place to stay and see everyday."
"Indeed it would be, in fact for me it is. I live here for now."
"Cool. Has anyone ever gone over the edge?"
Q'ilbrith steals his drink, "I might if I have to keep putting up with my companion's antics, excuse me for a moment." He uses mage hand to steal his scotch back.
She seems a little amused as she watches this.
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"A bit of everywhere, I travel a lot."
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.
"You must to end up here, this is a truly ... unusual place."
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"
"You were the one that agreed..." he said with a small grin, his looks showed that he was about 20-30.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That doesn't really mean it's bad, though."
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.
"Clearly you don't understand lying."
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.
"Indeed it does not, though it is minorly concerning that it's built right on the edge of a planar firmament."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"I actually like that part. It's epic to be next to such an awesome place."
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.
"I imagine that's why it exists."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"I do, i lie on a daily basis" he said with a cheeky grin
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Just because people think it's cool? I doubt that, unless a literal god of a magic user decided to make it. It's more likely it's just naturally like that somehow."
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.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not surprised."
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.
He Chuckled a small bit before stuffing his hands in his pockets
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Krathian laughs, "No I meant the tavern. Sorry, that was unclear. I meant the firmament was probably the reason for the locale of the tavern."
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"
"Ah, that makes more sense. Yeah, this would be such a cool place to stay and see everyday."
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.
She looked at him suspiciously before turning back around and going back to her food.
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.
"Indeed it would be, in fact for me it is. I live here for now."
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"
"Cool. Has anyone ever gone over the edge?"
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.
*Its less an 'edge' like a fall, and more like a wall of void and nothing*
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 steals his drink, "I might if I have to keep putting up with my companion's antics, excuse me for a moment." He uses mage hand to steal his scotch back.
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"
She seems a little amused as she watches this.
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.