Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck.
Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.
Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs
*I feel like messing with da boi*
*I swear Lawrence...*
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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.
Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck.
Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.
Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs
Sharlene chuckled. "How do you know I haven't just been biding my time?" It was obvious she was jokingly teasing.
"Your right, I don't. but im pretty sure you would've killed me by now" She said with small smile playing on her lips.
"There wouldn't be much point to kill you, not now, not earlier."
"Mn" she said and smiled again, staring directly into Sharlenes eyes
"Though, to be honest, I wouldn't wanna kill you anyways."
"And why is that?" She asked, sitting up a bit, still leaning on her own hand.
*Brb, testing time. Its that time of year for finals.*
*Yep, taking a geometry test as we... text?*
Sharlene knocked her hand away and held Penny's chin with her own hand. "What, I can't get attached?"
"Because one of lives for a thousand years while one dies naturally" she said
She chuckled. "I bet you can't guess my age." *In case it has been forgotten, she looks around 23.*
*Penny looks 25 but is 120*
Penny raises an eyebrow "I can tell from the lack of wrinkles your less then 35.... Older then 20.... Maybe 25-ish"
She shakes her head, smirking. "I'm 42."
*W H E E Z E*
Penny raised both her eyebrows "Quite old then?"
*Being a monk has its perks.*
"By human standards, yeah, I'm middle aged. Still got a good body, though, don't I?"
Penny nodded and chuckled "I bet you cannot guess my age" she said with a chuckle
"Well, I remember mentioning you were a parasite-thing, so I can't go by your looks, now can I? I wanna say more than 30, but I don't know the lifespan of your kind, so that's the most I wanna guess. Wait, hold up, you said 'one lives for a thousand years'... so that could imply you're like an elf, so maybe at least over 100?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck.
Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.
Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs
*Forgot I even remade him for a bit, so yay! Rp!*
Arc floats up to Krathian, seemingly inspecting him impassively.
Krathian glances over at Arc, noticing the inspection, and says, "I'm easier to see from across the table." he uses mage hand to pull out a chair for them.
*Two questions: one, have they met before? If so, sorry that I forgot. Two, can I have a description?*
*Desc in spoiler, it's from his intro. And I feel like they may have met? If you remember back in the tavern when the amazonian woman got turned into a beast and Arc helped to understand the condition a bit when she became uber unconscious, though that might not have been Krathian, maybe it was someone else... Anyways, I haven't used him since the adventurers tavern, and I only re-intro'd him yesterday, so if they did meet, and you don't remember, we can just say Krathian doesn't remember, and Arc can't keep track of faces very well, so he wouldn't remember.*
An elven looking man floats into the tavern, wearing a dark blue robe with streaks of neon blue in it, with the hood up. He has a pair of kaleidoscopic butterfly wings on his back, and strong magical energy emanates from him. His eyes glow multi-colored lights in a kaleidoscopic fashion, and his skin is extremely pale, and he has a splash of freckles over his face that also glows.
*Added details* His facial features are very impassive, and his voice stays very monotone and impassive as well when he speaks.
"No thank you, I do not want to sit right now."
"Very well, but if you'll excuse me I look to look the person with whom I'm speaking in the eye." And with that, he sets down his book and stands opposite Arc.. "Now, how may I help you."
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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.
Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck.
Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.
Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs
*Forgot I even remade him for a bit, so yay! Rp!*
Arc floats up to Krathian, seemingly inspecting him impassively.
Krathian glances over at Arc, noticing the inspection, and says, "I'm easier to see from across the table." he uses mage hand to pull out a chair for them.
*Two questions: one, have they met before? If so, sorry that I forgot. Two, can I have a description?*
*Desc in spoiler, it's from his intro. And I feel like they may have met? If you remember back in the tavern when the amazonian woman got turned into a beast and Arc helped to understand the condition a bit when she became uber unconscious, though that might not have been Krathian, maybe it was someone else... Anyways, I haven't used him since the adventurers tavern, and I only re-intro'd him yesterday, so if they did meet, and you don't remember, we can just say Krathian doesn't remember, and Arc can't keep track of faces very well, so he wouldn't remember.*
An elven looking man floats into the tavern, wearing a dark blue robe with streaks of neon blue in it, with the hood up. He has a pair of kaleidoscopic butterfly wings on his back, and strong magical energy emanates from him. His eyes glow multi-colored lights in a kaleidoscopic fashion, and his skin is extremely pale, and he has a splash of freckles over his face that also glows.
*Added details* His facial features are very impassive, and his voice stays very monotone and impassive as well when he speaks.
"No thank you, I do not want to sit right now."
"Very well, but if you'll excuse me I look to look the person with whom I'm speaking in the eye." And with that, he sets down his book and stands opposite Arc.. "Now, how may I help you."
"Who are you?"
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Sharlene chuckled. "How do you know I haven't just been biding my time?" It was obvious she was jokingly teasing.
"Your right, I don't. but im pretty sure you would've killed me by now" She said with small smile playing on her lips.
"There wouldn't be much point to kill you, not now, not earlier."
"Mn" she said and smiled again, staring directly into Sharlenes eyes
"Though, to be honest, I wouldn't wanna kill you anyways."
"And why is that?" She asked, sitting up a bit, still leaning on her own hand.
*Brb, testing time. Its that time of year for finals.*
*Yep, taking a geometry test as we... text?*
Sharlene knocked her hand away and held Penny's chin with her own hand. "What, I can't get attached?"
"Because one of lives for a thousand years while one dies naturally" she said
She chuckled. "I bet you can't guess my age." *In case it has been forgotten, she looks around 23.*
*Penny looks 25 but is 120*
Penny raises an eyebrow "I can tell from the lack of wrinkles your less then 35.... Older then 20.... Maybe 25-ish"
She shakes her head, smirking. "I'm 42."
*W H E E Z E*
Penny raised both her eyebrows "Quite old then?"
*Being a monk has its perks.*
"By human standards, yeah, I'm middle aged. Still got a good body, though, don't I?"
Penny nodded and chuckled "I bet you cannot guess my age" she said with a chuckle
"Well, I remember mentioning you were a parasite-thing, so I can't go by your looks, now can I? I wanna say more than 30, but I don't know the lifespan of your kind, so that's the most I wanna guess. Wait, hold up, you said 'one lives for a thousand years'... so that could imply you're like an elf, so maybe at least over 100?"
"Very good!" She beamed slightly "I am 120 but this body is 25" she said and smiled
Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck.
Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.
Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs
Kalnor is messing with some sort of dye
Tikalae is training
Naivaeliana is reading an unlabeled book, looking at a ring
Q'ilbrith, having finished with Krathian's tattoo, walks over to Naivaeliana to see what she's reading, leaning against a post behind her and looking over her shoulder.
The inside seems to have a long list of names
He briefly and subtly skims off of Naivaeliana's thoughts to understand their significance
*Could I get the feature wording?*
*He's just psychic by nature, ig if you wanted to go via stats it would be considered a casting of detect thoughts through Krathian's power, though for the sake of rp purposes it's not technically Krathian initiating the casting.*
.... So they live still.... 12 years..
"Who lives still?" Q'ilbrith asks himself pensively, though because their minds are still linked from the spell, she hears this thought in her mind.
"... Who the hells are you?"
"Apologies, I am Q'ilbrith," he bows cordially
"Why are you in my head?"
"Idle curiosity, I noticed you were reading a list of names an I found myself wondering at their significance."
"Get out of it. You can speak verbally, right?"
He points at the tentacles around his mouth. "Unfortunately not, but I can back myself out of your private thoughts. I am truly sorry for the intrusion, I was created to gather knowledge and I find at times I am unable to help myself, regardless of societal propriety."
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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.
Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck.
Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.
Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs
A tired looking pilot with a helmet under his arms walks up to Jim. "Something smells good."
*Titanfall 2 Pilot*
*Talk about anachronism.*
He tosses the pilot a biscuit. "Biscuits n' gravy. I thought I'd make a big breakfast fer t'day."
He catches it and nods. "Thanks. Names Thomas Cooper. Whats yours?" he asks then takes a bite of the biscuit
"Jim," he grins sideways at Tom. "Some call me the Pick, but that's just an unpleasant nickname from unpleasant people." He sets the maple sap on to boil.
"Well I wont call ya that." He says as he finishes the biscuit. "Good food by the way."
"Thank ye, four years o' cooking fer a crime boss'll do that for ye."
Tom nods. "Well I suppose it does." he sits down and pushes some of his black hair out of his face. "Where ya from?"
"Waterdeep," says Jim, stirring the sausage gravy, "Though I been all over. What about you?"
"Earth. I've been all over thee universe with BT because of the Frontier Wars."
"Earth, heh, never heard of it." he continues to stir the sausage gravy while flipping bacon in a skillet.
"It was a nice place."
"Sounds like it." He tosses link sausages on the skillet, "Who's BT?"
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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.
Sharlene chuckled. "How do you know I haven't just been biding my time?" It was obvious she was jokingly teasing.
"Your right, I don't. but im pretty sure you would've killed me by now" She said with small smile playing on her lips.
"There wouldn't be much point to kill you, not now, not earlier."
"Mn" she said and smiled again, staring directly into Sharlenes eyes
"Though, to be honest, I wouldn't wanna kill you anyways."
"And why is that?" She asked, sitting up a bit, still leaning on her own hand.
*Brb, testing time. Its that time of year for finals.*
*Yep, taking a geometry test as we... text?*
Sharlene knocked her hand away and held Penny's chin with her own hand. "What, I can't get attached?"
"Because one of lives for a thousand years while one dies naturally" she said
She chuckled. "I bet you can't guess my age." *In case it has been forgotten, she looks around 23.*
*Penny looks 25 but is 120*
Penny raises an eyebrow "I can tell from the lack of wrinkles your less then 35.... Older then 20.... Maybe 25-ish"
She shakes her head, smirking. "I'm 42."
*W H E E Z E*
Penny raised both her eyebrows "Quite old then?"
*Being a monk has its perks.*
"By human standards, yeah, I'm middle aged. Still got a good body, though, don't I?"
Penny nodded and chuckled "I bet you cannot guess my age" she said with a chuckle
"Well, I remember mentioning you were a parasite-thing, so I can't go by your looks, now can I? I wanna say more than 30, but I don't know the lifespan of your kind, so that's the most I wanna guess. Wait, hold up, you said 'one lives for a thousand years'... so that could imply you're like an elf, so maybe at least over 100?"
"Very good!" She beamed slightly "I am 120 but this body is 25" she said and smiled
Sharlene chuckled."So we both got young bodies but aged minds. Isn't that nice?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck.
Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.
Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs
A tired looking pilot with a helmet under his arms walks up to Jim. "Something smells good."
*Titanfall 2 Pilot*
*Talk about anachronism.*
He tosses the pilot a biscuit. "Biscuits n' gravy. I thought I'd make a big breakfast fer t'day."
He catches it and nods. "Thanks. Names Thomas Cooper. Whats yours?" he asks then takes a bite of the biscuit
"Jim," he grins sideways at Tom. "Some call me the Pick, but that's just an unpleasant nickname from unpleasant people." He sets the maple sap on to boil.
"Well I wont call ya that." He says as he finishes the biscuit. "Good food by the way."
"Thank ye, four years o' cooking fer a crime boss'll do that for ye."
Tom nods. "Well I suppose it does." he sits down and pushes some of his black hair out of his face. "Where ya from?"
"Waterdeep," says Jim, stirring the sausage gravy, "Though I been all over. What about you?"
"Earth. I've been all over thee universe with BT because of the Frontier Wars."
"Earth, heh, never heard of it." he continues to stir the sausage gravy while flipping bacon in a skillet.
"It was a nice place."
"Sounds like it." He tosses link sausages on the skillet, "Who's BT?"
Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck.
Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.
Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs
*Forgot I even remade him for a bit, so yay! Rp!*
Arc floats up to Krathian, seemingly inspecting him impassively.
Krathian glances over at Arc, noticing the inspection, and says, "I'm easier to see from across the table." he uses mage hand to pull out a chair for them.
*Two questions: one, have they met before? If so, sorry that I forgot. Two, can I have a description?*
*Desc in spoiler, it's from his intro. And I feel like they may have met? If you remember back in the tavern when the amazonian woman got turned into a beast and Arc helped to understand the condition a bit when she became uber unconscious, though that might not have been Krathian, maybe it was someone else... Anyways, I haven't used him since the adventurers tavern, and I only re-intro'd him yesterday, so if they did meet, and you don't remember, we can just say Krathian doesn't remember, and Arc can't keep track of faces very well, so he wouldn't remember.*
An elven looking man floats into the tavern, wearing a dark blue robe with streaks of neon blue in it, with the hood up. He has a pair of kaleidoscopic butterfly wings on his back, and strong magical energy emanates from him. His eyes glow multi-colored lights in a kaleidoscopic fashion, and his skin is extremely pale, and he has a splash of freckles over his face that also glows.
*Added details* His facial features are very impassive, and his voice stays very monotone and impassive as well when he speaks.
"No thank you, I do not want to sit right now."
"Very well, but if you'll excuse me I look to look the person with whom I'm speaking in the eye." And with that, he sets down his book and stands opposite Arc.. "Now, how may I help you."
"Who are you?"
"Krathian Morgana Hedara. Servant of Orvar, Scourge of the White Forest, and sole living heir to the Plane of Mardioch. Who are you?" Krathian seems a bit standoffish, as he doesn't know what to make of Arc.
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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.
Sharlene chuckled. "How do you know I haven't just been biding my time?" It was obvious she was jokingly teasing.
"Your right, I don't. but im pretty sure you would've killed me by now" She said with small smile playing on her lips.
"There wouldn't be much point to kill you, not now, not earlier."
"Mn" she said and smiled again, staring directly into Sharlenes eyes
"Though, to be honest, I wouldn't wanna kill you anyways."
"And why is that?" She asked, sitting up a bit, still leaning on her own hand.
*Brb, testing time. Its that time of year for finals.*
*Yep, taking a geometry test as we... text?*
Sharlene knocked her hand away and held Penny's chin with her own hand. "What, I can't get attached?"
"Because one of lives for a thousand years while one dies naturally" she said
She chuckled. "I bet you can't guess my age." *In case it has been forgotten, she looks around 23.*
*Penny looks 25 but is 120*
Penny raises an eyebrow "I can tell from the lack of wrinkles your less then 35.... Older then 20.... Maybe 25-ish"
She shakes her head, smirking. "I'm 42."
*W H E E Z E*
Penny raised both her eyebrows "Quite old then?"
*Being a monk has its perks.*
"By human standards, yeah, I'm middle aged. Still got a good body, though, don't I?"
Penny nodded and chuckled "I bet you cannot guess my age" she said with a chuckle
"Well, I remember mentioning you were a parasite-thing, so I can't go by your looks, now can I? I wanna say more than 30, but I don't know the lifespan of your kind, so that's the most I wanna guess. Wait, hold up, you said 'one lives for a thousand years'... so that could imply you're like an elf, so maybe at least over 100?"
"Very good!" She beamed slightly "I am 120 but this body is 25" she said and smiled
Sharlene chuckled. "So we both got young bodies but aged minds. Isn't that nice?"
"I suppose it is" she said with a grin "we are wise for our ages"
Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck.
Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.
Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs
* :) *
Oval walks over and watches Krathian. Their big eyes narrowing slightly.
Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck.
Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.
Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs
A tired looking pilot with a helmet under his arms walks up to Jim. "Something smells good."
*Titanfall 2 Pilot*
*Talk about anachronism.*
He tosses the pilot a biscuit. "Biscuits n' gravy. I thought I'd make a big breakfast fer t'day."
He catches it and nods. "Thanks. Names Thomas Cooper. Whats yours?" he asks then takes a bite of the biscuit
"Jim," he grins sideways at Tom. "Some call me the Pick, but that's just an unpleasant nickname from unpleasant people." He sets the maple sap on to boil.
"Well I wont call ya that." He says as he finishes the biscuit. "Good food by the way."
"Thank ye, four years o' cooking fer a crime boss'll do that for ye."
Tom nods. "Well I suppose it does." he sits down and pushes some of his black hair out of his face. "Where ya from?"
"Waterdeep," says Jim, stirring the sausage gravy, "Though I been all over. What about you?"
"Earth. I've been all over thee universe with BT because of the Frontier Wars."
"Earth, heh, never heard of it." he continues to stir the sausage gravy while flipping bacon in a skillet.
"It was a nice place."
"Sounds like it." He tosses link sausages on the skillet, "Who's BT?"
"My Titan. My only friend really."
Jim drops the spatula, seemingly in fear at the mention of a titan. (He's scared of things significantly larger than he is, as well as things significantly smaller than he is.) Still, nervously he continues the conversation. "Friends with a titan eh?" he nervously chuckles, "I'd imagine that's a friend with perks."
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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.
Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck.
Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.
Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs
* :) *
Oval walks over and watches Krathian. Their big eyes narrowing slightly.
*(softly) Don't*
"Oval I presume?"
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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.
She shakes her head, smirking. "I'm 42."
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.
*W H E E Z E*
Penny raised both her eyebrows "Quite old then?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Being a monk has its perks.*
"By human standards, yeah, I'm middle aged. Still got a good body, though, don't I?"
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.
Penny nodded and chuckled "I bet you cannot guess my age" she said with a chuckle
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Bearded Devil Theren is writing in a small journal.
Alric is smoking his pipe by the fire.
Thomas is working on BT
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*I swear Lawrence...*
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"
* >:3 *
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Well, I remember mentioning you were a parasite-thing, so I can't go by your looks, now can I? I wanna say more than 30, but I don't know the lifespan of your kind, so that's the most I wanna guess. Wait, hold up, you said 'one lives for a thousand years'... so that could imply you're like an elf, so maybe at least over 100?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Very well, but if you'll excuse me I look to look the person with whom I'm speaking in the eye." And with that, he sets down his book and stands opposite Arc.. "Now, how may I help you."
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"
"Who are you?"
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.
"Very good!" She beamed slightly "I am 120 but this body is 25" she said and smiled
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He points at the tentacles around his mouth. "Unfortunately not, but I can back myself out of your private thoughts. I am truly sorry for the intrusion, I was created to gather knowledge and I find at times I am unable to help myself, regardless of societal propriety."
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"
"Sounds like it." He tosses link sausages on the skillet, "Who's BT?"
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"
Sharlene chuckled."So we both got young bodies but aged minds. Isn't that nice?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"My Titan. My only friend really."
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"Krathian Morgana Hedara. Servant of Orvar, Scourge of the White Forest, and sole living heir to the Plane of Mardioch. Who are you?" Krathian seems a bit standoffish, as he doesn't know what to make of Arc.
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 suppose it is" she said with a grin "we are wise for our ages"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
* :) *
Oval walks over and watches Krathian. Their big eyes narrowing slightly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Jim drops the spatula, seemingly in fear at the mention of a titan. (He's scared of things significantly larger than he is, as well as things significantly smaller than he is.) Still, nervously he continues the conversation. "Friends with a titan eh?" he nervously chuckles, "I'd imagine that's a friend with perks."
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"
*(softly) Don't*
"Oval I presume?"
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"