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.
Krathian's hand, on the other hand, (pun intended,) felt very weird. This was due to the fact that he had absentmindedly offered his right hand, which had an eye in it.
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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."
"Okay then." Suddenly, Thirteen's necro-sense goes off. He senses Allison's aura around Krathian. The force of this is so much that Thirteen keels over as if struck in the gut, gasping. "She... I... Of course..."
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."
"Okay then." Suddenly, Thirteen's necro-sense goes off. He senses Allison's aura around Krathian. The force of this is so much that Thirteen keels over as if struck in the gut, gasping. "She... I... Of course..."
"What?" he says, concerned.
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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.
*D&D CLUB TODAY >:D. Very excited. I brought snacks for them, Chips and Sour patch kids watermelons *
*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)*
*Epico, Our DM has been running our campaign for 4 months now, we meet every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.*
*Bro what the heck? That's an awesome schedule.*
*I rarely do in person D&D, but I'm lining up an epic campaign revolving around an island on the back of an ancient dragon turtle. It's a shame I don't know you guys in real life and also that you're probably mostly adults and in, well, whole other continents soooooooooo*
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."
"Okay then." Suddenly, Thirteen's necro-sense goes off. He senses Allison's aura around Krathian. The force of this is so much that Thirteen keels over as if struck in the gut, gasping. "She... I... Of course..."
"What?" he says, concerned.
"It's nothing, I just... recognized that aura. I... I'm sorry."
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.
Krathian's hand, on the other hand, (pun intended,) felt very weird. This was due to the fact that he had absentmindedly offered his right hand, which had an eye in it.
Arc either didn't notice or didn't mind it. "What was your home plane like?"
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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."
"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."
"Okay then." Suddenly, Thirteen's necro-sense goes off. He senses Allison's aura around Krathian. The force of this is so much that Thirteen keels over as if struck in the gut, gasping. "She... I... Of course..."
"What?" he says, concerned.
"It's nothing, I just... recognized that aura. I... I'm sorry."
"What aura?" he says, now more concerned. "Crud," he thinks "Since when do I have such a troubling aura?"
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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.
Krathian's hand, on the other hand, (pun intended,) felt very weird. This was due to the fact that he had absentmindedly offered his right hand, which had an eye in it.
Arc either didn't notice or didn't mind it. "What was your home plane like?"
He shrugs, "It was a lot like any other plane you might come across, but we had a rich and long history, that ended quickly with the ride of the Nai'adir." he says the last word bitterly and makes a strange gesture, sticking the tip of his thumb against the inside of his neck.
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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."
"Okay then." Suddenly, Thirteen's necro-sense goes off. He senses Allison's aura around Krathian. The force of this is so much that Thirteen keels over as if struck in the gut, gasping. "She... I... Of course..."
"What?" he says, concerned.
"It's nothing, I just... recognized that aura. I... I'm sorry."
"What aura?" he says, now more concerned. "Crud," he thinks "Since when do I have such a troubling aura?"
"...the aura I felt from the desert. Her aura." Thirteen turns away.
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.
Krathian's hand, on the other hand, (pun intended,) felt very weird. This was due to the fact that he had absentmindedly offered his right hand, which had an eye in it.
Arc either didn't notice or didn't mind it. "What was your home plane like?"
He shrugs, "It was a lot like any other plane you might come across, but we had a rich and long history, that ended quickly with the ride of the Nai'adir." he says the last word bitterly and makes a strange gesture, sticking the tip of his thumb against the inside of his neck.
Arc tilted his head. "May I hear this history?" He prepared his book and quill.
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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."
"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."
"Okay then." Suddenly, Thirteen's necro-sense goes off. He senses Allison's aura around Krathian. The force of this is so much that Thirteen keels over as if struck in the gut, gasping. "She... I... Of course..."
"What?" he says, concerned.
"It's nothing, I just... recognized that aura. I... I'm sorry."
"What aura?" he says, now more concerned. "Crud," he thinks "Since when do I have such a troubling aura?"
"...the aura I felt from the desert. Her aura." Thirteen turns away.
Krathian thinks he knows what he means, but has to be sure, he speaks firmly. "Whose aura, what desert?"
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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."
"Okay then." Suddenly, Thirteen's necro-sense goes off. He senses Allison's aura around Krathian. The force of this is so much that Thirteen keels over as if struck in the gut, gasping. "She... I... Of course..."
"What?" he says, concerned.
"It's nothing, I just... recognized that aura. I... I'm sorry."
"What aura?" he says, now more concerned. "Crud," he thinks "Since when do I have such a troubling aura?"
"...the aura I felt from the desert. Her aura." Thirteen turns away.
Krathian thinks he knows what he means, but has to be sure, he speaks firmly. "Whose aura, what desert?"
"...The Iron Wastes. And.... Allison." Thirteen's shoulders slump.
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.
Krathian's hand, on the other hand, (pun intended,) felt very weird. This was due to the fact that he had absentmindedly offered his right hand, which had an eye in it.
Arc either didn't notice or didn't mind it. "What was your home plane like?"
He shrugs, "It was a lot like any other plane you might come across, but we had a rich and long history, that ended quickly with the ride of the Nai'adir." he says the last word bitterly and makes a strange gesture, sticking the tip of his thumb against the inside of his neck.
Arc tilted his head. "May I hear this history?" He prepared his book and quill.
*FYI, I'm actually planning on writing a fantasy book about this, so I may not go into much detail.*
"I was a young child, only about eleven or twelve years old when it happened, I had just recently been accepted into the tutelage of the wizard colleges there. First, they were just a whisper on the tongue of the gadflies, or gossip at the well. A fire in a village here - a caravan disappearing there - a missing person - you get the idea. But soon, strange stories began to file in, stories about hooded riders that killed and destroyed without mercy. They wore white wooden masks with dark holes for eyes, I shudder to think on them even today. Eventually, they began to sack whole towns, slaughtering women and children as they ran for their lives from their flaming homes. Some hey kept alive, for torture. Eventually, they marched on the capital of my kingdom, and sacked it like a child kicking down a sandcastle. We all knew what they sought - they made know attempt to hide it. Pragg or'd Marde; fall of the world, that was their goal. And having captured the capital, they had everything they needed to accomplish what they had set out to do. There they performed the rites of Tegl or'd Docce, and woke him, Docce, the one giant that had not been exiled beyond the boundaries of our world. With Docce as their king, they slaughtered every man, woman, and child on the face of the plane, salting the earth, and committing suicide at the end. Docce ripped the plane to shreds, and then himself. That is the story of the death of my plane. Thrice cursed be the Nai'adir"
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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's hand, on the other hand, (pun intended,) felt very weird. This was due to the fact that he had absentmindedly offered his right hand, which had an eye in it.
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"
"Okay then." Suddenly, Thirteen's necro-sense goes off. He senses Allison's aura around Krathian. The force of this is so much that Thirteen keels over as if struck in the gut, gasping. "She... I... Of course..."
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.
*Bro what the heck? That's an awesome schedule.*
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"
"What?" he says, concerned.
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 let this happen, enjoying the moment.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*I rarely do in person D&D, but I'm lining up an epic campaign revolving around an island on the back of an ancient dragon turtle. It's a shame I don't know you guys in real life and also that you're probably mostly adults and in, well, whole other continents soooooooooo*
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.
"It's nothing, I just... recognized that aura. I... I'm sorry."
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.
Arc either didn't notice or didn't mind it. "What was your home plane like?"
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.
"What aura?" he says, now more concerned. "Crud," he thinks "Since when do I have such a troubling aura?"
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"
He shrugs, "It was a lot like any other plane you might come across, but we had a rich and long history, that ended quickly with the ride of the Nai'adir." he says the last word bitterly and makes a strange gesture, sticking the tip of his thumb against the inside of his neck.
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"
"...the aura I felt from the desert. Her aura." Thirteen turns away.
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.
Arc tilted his head. "May I hear this history?" He prepared his book and quill.
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 chuckles and pulls back "Like i said, you missed the target"
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
Sharlene chuckled as well."Then it's a good thing you have good aim..."
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.
Krathian thinks he knows what he means, but has to be sure, he speaks firmly. "Whose aura, what desert?"
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"
"...The Iron Wastes. And.... Allison." Thirteen's shoulders slump.
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.
"I suppose it is"
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
"hmm... how about seconds?" Before waiting for an answer, Sharlene leans down and takes the lead of kissing this time.
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.
Timber, the innocent child, walks over to them "Hi! I'm Timber! Who are you?"
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.
*FYI, I'm actually planning on writing a fantasy book about this, so I may not go into much detail.*
"I was a young child, only about eleven or twelve years old when it happened, I had just recently been accepted into the tutelage of the wizard colleges there. First, they were just a whisper on the tongue of the gadflies, or gossip at the well. A fire in a village here - a caravan disappearing there - a missing person - you get the idea. But soon, strange stories began to file in, stories about hooded riders that killed and destroyed without mercy. They wore white wooden masks with dark holes for eyes, I shudder to think on them even today. Eventually, they began to sack whole towns, slaughtering women and children as they ran for their lives from their flaming homes. Some hey kept alive, for torture. Eventually, they marched on the capital of my kingdom, and sacked it like a child kicking down a sandcastle. We all knew what they sought - they made know attempt to hide it. Pragg or'd Marde; fall of the world, that was their goal. And having captured the capital, they had everything they needed to accomplish what they had set out to do. There they performed the rites of Tegl or'd Docce, and woke him, Docce, the one giant that had not been exiled beyond the boundaries of our world. With Docce as their king, they slaughtered every man, woman, and child on the face of the plane, salting the earth, and committing suicide at the end. Docce ripped the plane to shreds, and then himself. That is the story of the death of my plane. Thrice cursed be the Nai'adir"
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"