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."
A book floats out from under his robe and rests in his hand, as well as a quill, where he starts writing. When Krathian finished the explanation, the book and quill went back. "Hello Krathian Morgana Hedara. Servant of Orvar, Scourge of the White Forest, and sole living heir to the Plane of Mardioch. You have been documented, hopefully to one day be a part of the Interversal Infinite Library of All."
Krathian is intrigued, "Is this a database of knowledge?" he asks.
"Yes, I once had a vision of this place, and since it has no caretaker, it has fallen millenia behind on information, so I am training to take up it's position as Librarian and Caretaker of the Interversal Infinite Library of All."
He considers Arc's claim for a moment. "This seems like a worthy goal, I would be pleased to aid you wherever you might find it helpful."
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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?"
"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."
"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.
"... who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy who met this guy's cousin who was a warlock for some guy, uhhh... Zeke? And he had tried to kill you." Thirteen concludes.
"Ezekiel," Krathian says darkly, "I would advise you not to seek any more information down that line, no good can come of it."
"Okay, it's an honor to meet such a noble spellcaster." Thirteen bows slightly.
Krathian chuckles, "No need to bow."
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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?"
"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."
A book floats out from under his robe and rests in his hand, as well as a quill, where he starts writing. When Krathian finished the explanation, the book and quill went back. "Hello Krathian Morgana Hedara. Servant of Orvar, Scourge of the White Forest, and sole living heir to the Plane of Mardioch. You have been documented, hopefully to one day be a part of the Interversal Infinite Library of All."
Krathian is intrigued, "Is this a database of knowledge?" he asks.
"Yes, I once had a vision of this place, and since it has no caretaker, it has fallen millenia behind on information, so I am training to take up it's position as Librarian and Caretaker of the Interversal Infinite Library of All."
He considers Arc's claim for a moment. "This seems like a worthy goal, I would be pleased to aid you wherever you might find it helpful."
"I will keep that offer in mind, Krathian Morgana."
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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."
"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."
A book floats out from under his robe and rests in his hand, as well as a quill, where he starts writing. When Krathian finished the explanation, the book and quill went back. "Hello Krathian Morgana Hedara. Servant of Orvar, Scourge of the White Forest, and sole living heir to the Plane of Mardioch. You have been documented, hopefully to one day be a part of the Interversal Infinite Library of All."
Krathian is intrigued, "Is this a database of knowledge?" he asks.
"Yes, I once had a vision of this place, and since it has no caretaker, it has fallen millenia behind on information, so I am training to take up it's position as Librarian and Caretaker of the Interversal Infinite Library of All."
He considers Arc's claim for a moment. "This seems like a worthy goal, I would be pleased to aid you wherever you might find it helpful."
"I will keep that offer in mind, Krathian Morgana."
"Please, call me Krathian." He says, offering his hand to shake.
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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?"
"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."
A book floats out from under his robe and rests in his hand, as well as a quill, where he starts writing. When Krathian finished the explanation, the book and quill went back. "Hello Krathian Morgana Hedara. Servant of Orvar, Scourge of the White Forest, and sole living heir to the Plane of Mardioch. You have been documented, hopefully to one day be a part of the Interversal Infinite Library of All."
Krathian is intrigued, "Is this a database of knowledge?" he asks.
"Yes, I once had a vision of this place, and since it has no caretaker, it has fallen millenia behind on information, so I am training to take up it's position as Librarian and Caretaker of the Interversal Infinite Library of All."
He considers Arc's claim for a moment. "This seems like a worthy goal, I would be pleased to aid you wherever you might find it helpful."
"I will keep that offer in mind, Krathian Morgana."
"Please, call me Krathian." He says, offering his hand to shake.
"Very well." Arc shook his hand, his skin didn't really feel that much different from other humanoid skins, just slightly cool and smooth.
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Thomas sits up and walks over. "BT you gotta stop that."
"Sorry Pilot. I do not mean to."
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"More angry, less cute"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She let her face go back to normal. "I know, I was messing with ya."
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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.
Penny chuckled and closed her eyes again, letting her breathing and heartbeat slow.
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
*Gonna head out for the day. Brain isnt working very well.*
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Caelum delicately fixes the spark plug.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*See ya!*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
He considers Arc's claim for a moment. "This seems like a worthy goal, I would be pleased to aid you wherever you might find it helpful."
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"
Krathian chuckles, "No need to bow."
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 leaned down and pecked a kiss in her cheek.
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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.
Finishing up cleaning the dents on BT's chassis, Caelum surreptitiously begins looking for someone who knows where Atemos lives.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Penny chuckled "You missed"
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
"I will keep that offer in mind, Krathian Morgana."
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.
"Please, call me Krathian." He says, offering his hand to shake.
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"
*D&D CLUB TODAY >:D. Very excited. I brought snacks for them, Chips and Sour patch kids watermelons *
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
*Awesome! I actually managed to line up an in-person session with da bois Friday, we're playing The Styes (I'm DM of course)*
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 DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE I TYPED IN INSTEAD OF ON*
"Hm? You want it somewhere else?"
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 well." Arc shook his hand, his skin didn't really feel that much different from other humanoid skins, just slightly cool and smooth.
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.
*Epico, Our DM has been running our campaign for 4 months now, we meet every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.*
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
"Yep" She said and pulled Sharlene's head down and kissed her
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