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#46115 Apr 12, 2022

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Timber is hiding behind a chair, there's a lot of people that just came in and she's scared.

Thirteen is trying to reread his Strixhaven thesis on the ethics of necromancy, but Per's singing is really agitating him and he's spilled a lot of his elvish tea.

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Thomas sits down nearby and takes off his helmet. His hair is a dark black while his eyes are a bright blue. His pilot suit is a dark black with red decals.

Timber curls into the fetal position in fear.

Thomas looks around and sees Timber there. He walks over cautiously and kneels down. "Are you alright?"

Timber backs away from him.

"I wont hurt you I promise."

Timber attempts to get up and run, but accidentally hits their head and falls over, crying.

Thomas picks her up. "It's ok. I swear I dont hurt innocents."

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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."

"He's been malfunctioning lately. He became mine when Pilot Lastimosa died on the planet Typhon. You alright?" he adds when he notices Jim dropped his spatula.

"Yeh I'm fine," Jim says, mildly shakily, "That's a pretty amazing thought ain't it - a titan being yers?" He says, imagining the stone giants the size of mountains from the bogeyman stories of his clan.

"Nah. He's a robot and his calculations are usually on point."

"Huh," Jim says, fascinated.

"Wanna meet him? He's outside right now. Probably examining the terrain."

"Eh, no thanks. I've got breakfast to cook," he says, bringing out a vat of sausage gravy and a huge platter of buttery biscuits and croissants.

Tom nods. "How long have you cooked for?"

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Timber is hiding behind a chair, there's a lot of people that just came in and she's scared.

Thirteen is trying to reread his Strixhaven thesis on the ethics of necromancy, but Per's singing is really agitating him and he's spilled a lot of his elvish tea.

(Slot open)

Thomas sits down nearby and takes off his helmet. His hair is a dark black while his eyes are a bright blue. His pilot suit is a dark black with red decals.

Timber curls into the fetal position in fear.

Thomas looks around and sees Timber there. He walks over cautiously and kneels down. "Are you alright?"

Timber backs away from him.

"I wont hurt you I promise."

Timber attempts to get up and run, but accidentally hits their head and falls over, crying.

Thomas picks her up. "It's ok. I swear I dont hurt innocents."

Timber is in total panic. "P-p-please don't hurt me..."

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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.

"Arc." He pauses for a bit, processing the titles. "I assume you are well-traveled?"

Krathian nods subtly. "You could say that. However, I imagine your interest isn't in my titles."

Thirteen materializes excitedly. "YOU'RE KRATHIAN!?"

"Yes and what do you want?" Krathian says a bit impatiently.

"Nothing really, just... Krathian! THE Krathian! The famous warlock across the multiverse! I'm a huge fan..."

*I never thought Thirteen would be a fanboy lol*

*Krathian never thought he would have a fanboy.*

Krathian softens, smiling slightly, "I'm really nothing special."

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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."

"He's been malfunctioning lately. He became mine when Pilot Lastimosa died on the planet Typhon. You alright?" he adds when he notices Jim dropped his spatula.

"Yeh I'm fine," Jim says, mildly shakily, "That's a pretty amazing thought ain't it - a titan being yers?" He says, imagining the stone giants the size of mountains from the bogeyman stories of his clan.

"Nah. He's a robot and his calculations are usually on point."

"Huh," Jim says, fascinated.

"Wanna meet him? He's outside right now. Probably examining the terrain."

"Eh, no thanks. I've got breakfast to cook," he says, bringing out a vat of sausage gravy and a huge platter of buttery biscuits and croissants.

Tom nods. "How long have you cooked for?"

"Whoo, quite a while I'd say," he counts off on his fingers, "Twenty or thirty years."

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Timber is hiding behind a chair, there's a lot of people that just came in and she's scared.

Thirteen is trying to reread his Strixhaven thesis on the ethics of necromancy, but Per's singing is really agitating him and he's spilled a lot of his elvish tea.

(Slot open)

Thomas sits down nearby and takes off his helmet. His hair is a dark black while his eyes are a bright blue. His pilot suit is a dark black with red decals.

Timber curls into the fetal position in fear.

Thomas looks around and sees Timber there. He walks over cautiously and kneels down. "Are you alright?"

Timber backs away from him.

"I wont hurt you I promise."

Timber attempts to get up and run, but accidentally hits their head and falls over, crying.

Thomas picks her up. "It's ok. I swear I dont hurt innocents."

Timber is in total panic. "P-p-please don't hurt me..."

"I wont." He sets Timber down and has a confused look on his face. "Why do you think I'll hurt you?"

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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.

"Arc." He pauses for a bit, processing the titles. "I assume you are well-traveled?"

Krathian nods subtly. "You could say that. However, I imagine your interest isn't in my titles."

Thirteen materializes excitedly. "YOU'RE KRATHIAN!?"

"Yes and what do you want?" Krathian says a bit impatiently.

"Nothing really, just... Krathian! THE Krathian! The famous warlock across the multiverse! I'm a huge fan..."

*I never thought Thirteen would be a fanboy lol*

*Krathian never thought he would have a fanboy.*

Krathian softens, smiling slightly, "I'm really nothing special."

"But you are! I met this guy in Sigil, who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy..." He keeps going.

I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.

I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!

Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.

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Timber is hiding behind a chair, there's a lot of people that just came in and she's scared.

Thirteen is trying to reread his Strixhaven thesis on the ethics of necromancy, but Per's singing is really agitating him and he's spilled a lot of his elvish tea.

(Slot open)

Thomas sits down nearby and takes off his helmet. His hair is a dark black while his eyes are a bright blue. His pilot suit is a dark black with red decals.

Timber curls into the fetal position in fear.

Thomas looks around and sees Timber there. He walks over cautiously and kneels down. "Are you alright?"

Timber backs away from him.

"I wont hurt you I promise."

Timber attempts to get up and run, but accidentally hits their head and falls over, crying.

Thomas picks her up. "It's ok. I swear I dont hurt innocents."

Timber is in total panic. "P-p-please don't hurt me..."

"I wont." He sets Timber down and has a confused look on his face. "Why do you think I'll hurt you?"

"Well, your a human, right?"

I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.

I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!

Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.

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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."

"He's been malfunctioning lately. He became mine when Pilot Lastimosa died on the planet Typhon. You alright?" he adds when he notices Jim dropped his spatula.

"Yeh I'm fine," Jim says, mildly shakily, "That's a pretty amazing thought ain't it - a titan being yers?" He says, imagining the stone giants the size of mountains from the bogeyman stories of his clan.

"Nah. He's a robot and his calculations are usually on point."

"Huh," Jim says, fascinated.

"Wanna meet him? He's outside right now. Probably examining the terrain."

"Eh, no thanks. I've got breakfast to cook," he says, bringing out a vat of sausage gravy and a huge platter of buttery biscuits and croissants.

Tom nods. "How long have you cooked for?"

"Whoo, quite a while I'd say," he counts off on his fingers, "Twenty or thirty years."

"That's quite a long time." Tom says with an impressed whistle. "Out on the field we don't exactly eat 'real food'. It's just MRE's."

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Timber is hiding behind a chair, there's a lot of people that just came in and she's scared.

Thirteen is trying to reread his Strixhaven thesis on the ethics of necromancy, but Per's singing is really agitating him and he's spilled a lot of his elvish tea.

(Slot open)

Thomas sits down nearby and takes off his helmet. His hair is a dark black while his eyes are a bright blue. His pilot suit is a dark black with red decals.

Timber curls into the fetal position in fear.

Thomas looks around and sees Timber there. He walks over cautiously and kneels down. "Are you alright?"

Timber backs away from him.

"I wont hurt you I promise."

Timber attempts to get up and run, but accidentally hits their head and falls over, crying.

Thomas picks her up. "It's ok. I swear I dont hurt innocents."

Timber is in total panic. "P-p-please don't hurt me..."

"I wont." He sets Timber down and has a confused look on his face. "Why do you think I'll hurt you?"

"Well, your a human, right?"

He nods

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The physic energy in Oval is pouring out like liquid. Oval doesnt seem to notice and continues reading.

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#46126 Apr 12, 2022

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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.

"Arc." He pauses for a bit, processing the titles. "I assume you are well-traveled?"

Krathian nods subtly. "You could say that. However, I imagine your interest isn't in my titles."

"No, I'm interested in what information they possess."

"I assume so." Krathian chuckles mirthlessly, "But why?"

"The infinite multiverse and what lies beyond it is simply nothing but information to be collected. No matter how unimportant or world-ending it may be."

Krathian nods, slightly less hostile. He respects that view, its one he holds himself. "Very well. I am a servant of the Though-power Orvar, he, and consequentially I, exist to gather knowledge. The difference is he's made of it. My second title, Scourge of the White Forest, I earned by remedying an unfortunate situation on the material plane where abyssal horrors and energy from the far realm collided in a forest of mathas trees, wreaking havoc on the surrounding countryside. My third title I earned by being the sole survivor of my home plane, which died when I was young."

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#46128 Apr 12, 2022

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#46129 Apr 12, 2022

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Timber is hiding behind a chair, there's a lot of people that just came in and she's scared.

Thirteen is trying to reread his Strixhaven thesis on the ethics of necromancy, but Per's singing is really agitating him and he's spilled a lot of his elvish tea.

(Slot open)

Thomas sits down nearby and takes off his helmet. His hair is a dark black while his eyes are a bright blue. His pilot suit is a dark black with red decals.

Timber curls into the fetal position in fear.

Thomas looks around and sees Timber there. He walks over cautiously and kneels down. "Are you alright?"

Timber backs away from him.

"I wont hurt you I promise."

Timber attempts to get up and run, but accidentally hits their head and falls over, crying.

Thomas picks her up. "It's ok. I swear I dont hurt innocents."

Timber is in total panic. "P-p-please don't hurt me..."

"I wont." He sets Timber down and has a confused look on his face. "Why do you think I'll hurt you?"

"Well, your a human, right?"

He nods

"When... when I was little, humans came and took me away... they hurt my mum and dad and my village..."

I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.

I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!

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#46130 Apr 12, 2022

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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

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"

She laughed, sitting back up onto her knees. "A lot of people wouldn't call me wise."

"Your smart in your own way" she said and smiled

"Which is?"

"Your better at fighting knowledge then me" she said

She shakes her head, amused. "My tactics usually consist of 'beat something until it can't or doesn't want to fight."

"and that is knowledge" she said

"Something tells me you're overanalyzing me."

"Not all the time" She says and smiles

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#46131 Apr 12, 2022

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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.

"Arc." He pauses for a bit, processing the titles. "I assume you are well-traveled?"

Krathian nods subtly. "You could say that. However, I imagine your interest isn't in my titles."

Thirteen materializes excitedly. "YOU'RE KRATHIAN!?"

"Yes and what do you want?" Krathian says a bit impatiently.

"Nothing really, just... Krathian! THE Krathian! The famous warlock across the multiverse! I'm a huge fan..."

*I never thought Thirteen would be a fanboy lol*

*Krathian never thought he would have a fanboy.*

Krathian softens, smiling slightly, "I'm really nothing special."

"But you are! I met this guy in Sigil, who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy..." He keeps going.

Krathian listens patiently.

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.

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#46132 Apr 12, 2022

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Kharrashim is training hard with his maul and smashing heavy beech logs into smithereens.

I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.

I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!

Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.

#46133 Apr 12, 2022

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Timber is hiding behind a chair, there's a lot of people that just came in and she's scared.

Thirteen is trying to reread his Strixhaven thesis on the ethics of necromancy, but Per's singing is really agitating him and he's spilled a lot of his elvish tea.

(Slot open)

Thomas sits down nearby and takes off his helmet. His hair is a dark black while his eyes are a bright blue. His pilot suit is a dark black with red decals.

Timber curls into the fetal position in fear.

Thomas looks around and sees Timber there. He walks over cautiously and kneels down. "Are you alright?"

Timber backs away from him.

"I wont hurt you I promise."

Timber attempts to get up and run, but accidentally hits their head and falls over, crying.

Thomas picks her up. "It's ok. I swear I dont hurt innocents."

Timber is in total panic. "P-p-please don't hurt me..."

"I wont." He sets Timber down and has a confused look on his face. "Why do you think I'll hurt you?"

"Well, your a human, right?"

He nods

"When... when I was little, humans came and took me away... they hurt my mum and dad and my village..."

"Oh my. Well I promise you I'm nothing like that. I protect the innocent, never hurt them."

*Having irl flashbacks to when I accidentally killed an harmless robot in Titanfall 2.*

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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."

"He's been malfunctioning lately. He became mine when Pilot Lastimosa died on the planet Typhon. You alright?" he adds when he notices Jim dropped his spatula.

"Yeh I'm fine," Jim says, mildly shakily, "That's a pretty amazing thought ain't it - a titan being yers?" He says, imagining the stone giants the size of mountains from the bogeyman stories of his clan.

"Nah. He's a robot and his calculations are usually on point."

"Huh," Jim says, fascinated.

"Wanna meet him? He's outside right now. Probably examining the terrain."

"Eh, no thanks. I've got breakfast to cook," he says, bringing out a vat of sausage gravy and a huge platter of buttery biscuits and croissants.

Tom nods. "How long have you cooked for?"

"Whoo, quite a while I'd say," he counts off on his fingers, "Twenty or thirty years."

"That's quite a long time." Tom says with an impressed whistle. "Out on the field we don't exactly eat 'real food'. It's just MRE's."

"Hmm, I think I know what you mean. Where I come from they call it mash."

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.

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