*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
*I play alto saxophone. And sometimes flute.*
Kalnor is lying in the grass outside
Tikalae is talking to Xorius
The swords are watching the edge of the safety area, waiting to attack
*Nice! 6 years of Percussion here, specialized in keyboard percussion; xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel/concert bells...*
*Time to use Yazrin for some interactions, especially since no one seems to want to approach him.*
Yazrin finally decides to get up and go outside, thinking that the Kruthiks that chased him here should be gone by now. He drains his glass of Feywine, and walks outside.
Kalnor seems to be watching the sky, thinking a bit
Yazrin walks over, hands casually resting on his rapier and shortsword. "You seem pretty deep in thought. Anything in particular?" As he starts talking, he crosses his arms over his chest and bows his head slightly in the traditional Underdark sign of peace and friendship.
He smiles a bit "Not much in particular. Just a few general things. Who might you be?"
Yazrin smiles. "I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of House Tlin'Orrza, formerly the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. It's been a long journey, partly because I'm hunted by the majority of my people, but I think I've finally outrun the arms of my people."
"Your people? Why would they be after you?"
Yazrin sighs. "My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, with my being the sole survivor. As a noble, I was a top target, and only by luck was I knocked out in the first minutes of the assault. The enemy warriors passed me by, assuming I was already killed. As a noble, I had rights of challenge, which would have brought the full force of the ruling houses against the perpetrators, but to what end? Everything I knew was gone. In addition of this, the Spider Queen punished the perpetrators for failing in a successful...elimination, and so they immediately started seeking me out. I turned my back on Lloth rather quickly, and so a bounty of sorts was placed on my head, and almost everyone in Menzoberranzan wanted to kill me to gain the Spider Queen's favor."
"I... Dont really know who the spider queen is... But I can understand parts of it. Im sorry that happened..."
"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
*I play alto saxophone. And sometimes flute.*
Kalnor is lying in the grass outside
Tikalae is talking to Xorius
The swords are watching the edge of the safety area, waiting to attack
*Nice! 6 years of Percussion here, specialized in keyboard percussion; xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel/concert bells...*
*Time to use Yazrin for some interactions, especially since no one seems to want to approach him.*
Yazrin finally decides to get up and go outside, thinking that the Kruthiks that chased him here should be gone by now. He drains his glass of Feywine, and walks outside.
Kalnor seems to be watching the sky, thinking a bit
Yazrin walks over, hands casually resting on his rapier and shortsword. "You seem pretty deep in thought. Anything in particular?" As he starts talking, he crosses his arms over his chest and bows his head slightly in the traditional Underdark sign of peace and friendship.
He smiles a bit "Not much in particular. Just a few general things. Who might you be?"
Yazrin smiles. "I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of House Tlin'Orrza, formerly the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. It's been a long journey, partly because I'm hunted by the majority of my people, but I think I've finally outrun the arms of my people."
"Your people? Why would they be after you?"
Yazrin sighs. "My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, with my being the sole survivor. As a noble, I was a top target, and only by luck was I knocked out in the first minutes of the assault. The enemy warriors passed me by, assuming I was already killed. As a noble, I had rights of challenge, which would have brought the full force of the ruling houses against the perpetrators, but to what end? Everything I knew was gone. In addition of this, the Spider Queen punished the perpetrators for failing in a successful...elimination, and so they immediately started seeking me out. I turned my back on Lloth rather quickly, and so a bounty of sorts was placed on my head, and almost everyone in Menzoberranzan wanted to kill me to gain the Spider Queen's favor."
"I... Dont really know who the spider queen is... But I can understand parts of it. Im sorry that happened..."
"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
"'True Drow'? Never heard of anything like that... Or a Menzoberranzan..."
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
Jim, partially intoxicated starts swinging around near Lhurr squeezing the accordion with all the skill of any shantyman.
Lhurr leans away slightly, looking a little disturbed, and cringing at the accordion playing.
Jim, failing to get the cue, due to the surplus of whiskey he drank, begins singing. as the music begins to slow. "There is a flash-packet of flame..."
Lhurr sighs, and continues to cringe. He starts muttering something under his breath. A few seconds later, what appears to be a snarling troll suddenly appears in front of Jim.
*DC 22 intelligence saving throw, or be terrified of it. Used Phantasmal Force, but because of safety field, no damage.*
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
*I play alto saxophone. And sometimes flute.*
Kalnor is lying in the grass outside
Tikalae is talking to Xorius
The swords are watching the edge of the safety area, waiting to attack
*Nice! 6 years of Percussion here, specialized in keyboard percussion; xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel/concert bells...*
*Time to use Yazrin for some interactions, especially since no one seems to want to approach him.*
Yazrin finally decides to get up and go outside, thinking that the Kruthiks that chased him here should be gone by now. He drains his glass of Feywine, and walks outside.
Kalnor seems to be watching the sky, thinking a bit
Yazrin walks over, hands casually resting on his rapier and shortsword. "You seem pretty deep in thought. Anything in particular?" As he starts talking, he crosses his arms over his chest and bows his head slightly in the traditional Underdark sign of peace and friendship.
He smiles a bit "Not much in particular. Just a few general things. Who might you be?"
Yazrin smiles. "I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of House Tlin'Orrza, formerly the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. It's been a long journey, partly because I'm hunted by the majority of my people, but I think I've finally outrun the arms of my people."
"Your people? Why would they be after you?"
Yazrin sighs. "My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, with my being the sole survivor. As a noble, I was a top target, and only by luck was I knocked out in the first minutes of the assault. The enemy warriors passed me by, assuming I was already killed. As a noble, I had rights of challenge, which would have brought the full force of the ruling houses against the perpetrators, but to what end? Everything I knew was gone. In addition of this, the Spider Queen punished the perpetrators for failing in a successful...elimination, and so they immediately started seeking me out. I turned my back on Lloth rather quickly, and so a bounty of sorts was placed on my head, and almost everyone in Menzoberranzan wanted to kill me to gain the Spider Queen's favor."
"I... Dont really know who the spider queen is... But I can understand parts of it. Im sorry that happened..."
"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
"'True Drow'? Never heard of anything like that... Or a Menzoberranzan..."
Yazrin chuckles. "I'm more akin to the surface elves, but so many people still consider me a Drow just like my kin in the city of Menzoberranzan. Hence why I call them 'true Drow.' They are truly evil, only beaten by demon and devils by most people."
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
Jim, partially intoxicated starts swinging around near Lhurr squeezing the accordion with all the skill of any shantyman.
Lhurr leans away slightly, looking a little disturbed, and cringing at the accordion playing.
Jim, failing to get the cue, due to the surplus of whiskey he drank, begins singing. as the music begins to slow. "There is a flash-packet of flame..."
Lhurr sighs, and continues to cringe. He starts muttering something under his breath. A few seconds later, what appears to be a snarling troll suddenly appears in front of Jim.
*DC 22 intelligence saving throw, or be terrified of it. Used Phantasmal Force, but because of safety field, no damage.*
*He's terrified of quite literally anything, even staggeringly drunk: no need for a save*
He yelps and backs up, tripping over his own feet, the accordion letting out an unpleasant note.
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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.
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
*I play alto saxophone. And sometimes flute.*
Kalnor is lying in the grass outside
Tikalae is talking to Xorius
The swords are watching the edge of the safety area, waiting to attack
*Nice! 6 years of Percussion here, specialized in keyboard percussion; xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel/concert bells...*
*Time to use Yazrin for some interactions, especially since no one seems to want to approach him.*
Yazrin finally decides to get up and go outside, thinking that the Kruthiks that chased him here should be gone by now. He drains his glass of Feywine, and walks outside.
Kalnor seems to be watching the sky, thinking a bit
Yazrin walks over, hands casually resting on his rapier and shortsword. "You seem pretty deep in thought. Anything in particular?" As he starts talking, he crosses his arms over his chest and bows his head slightly in the traditional Underdark sign of peace and friendship.
He smiles a bit "Not much in particular. Just a few general things. Who might you be?"
Yazrin smiles. "I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of House Tlin'Orrza, formerly the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. It's been a long journey, partly because I'm hunted by the majority of my people, but I think I've finally outrun the arms of my people."
"Your people? Why would they be after you?"
Yazrin sighs. "My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, with my being the sole survivor. As a noble, I was a top target, and only by luck was I knocked out in the first minutes of the assault. The enemy warriors passed me by, assuming I was already killed. As a noble, I had rights of challenge, which would have brought the full force of the ruling houses against the perpetrators, but to what end? Everything I knew was gone. In addition of this, the Spider Queen punished the perpetrators for failing in a successful...elimination, and so they immediately started seeking me out. I turned my back on Lloth rather quickly, and so a bounty of sorts was placed on my head, and almost everyone in Menzoberranzan wanted to kill me to gain the Spider Queen's favor."
"I... Dont really know who the spider queen is... But I can understand parts of it. Im sorry that happened..."
"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
"'True Drow'? Never heard of anything like that... Or a Menzoberranzan..."
Yazrin chuckles. "I'm more akin to the surface elves, but so many people still consider me a Drow just like my kin in the city of Menzoberranzan. Hence why I call them 'true Drow.' They are truly evil, only beaten by demon and devils by most people."
"Ah... Where I come from, drow that choose to live in the underdark arent that much different from the ones who live on the surface. Theyre all just... Well, people."
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
Jim, partially intoxicated starts swinging around near Lhurr squeezing the accordion with all the skill of any shantyman.
Lhurr leans away slightly, looking a little disturbed, and cringing at the accordion playing.
Jim, failing to get the cue, due to the surplus of whiskey he drank, begins singing. as the music begins to slow. "There is a flash-packet of flame..."
Lhurr sighs, and continues to cringe. He starts muttering something under his breath. A few seconds later, what appears to be a snarling troll suddenly appears in front of Jim.
*DC 22 intelligence saving throw, or be terrified of it. Used Phantasmal Force, but because of safety field, no damage.*
*He's terrified of quite literally anything, even staggeringly drunk: no need for a save*
He yelps and backs up, tripping over his own feet, the accordion letting out an unpleasant note.
Lhurr barely stifles a chuckle as the troll takes a swipe at Jim.
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
Jim, partially intoxicated starts swinging around near Lhurr squeezing the accordion with all the skill of any shantyman.
Lhurr leans away slightly, looking a little disturbed, and cringing at the accordion playing.
Jim, failing to get the cue, due to the surplus of whiskey he drank, begins singing. as the music begins to slow. "There is a flash-packet of flame..."
Lhurr sighs, and continues to cringe. He starts muttering something under his breath. A few seconds later, what appears to be a snarling troll suddenly appears in front of Jim.
*DC 22 intelligence saving throw, or be terrified of it. Used Phantasmal Force, but because of safety field, no damage.*
*He's terrified of quite literally anything, even staggeringly drunk: no need for a save*
He yelps and backs up, tripping over his own feet, the accordion letting out an unpleasant note.
Lhurr barely stifles a chuckle as the troll takes a swipe at Jim.
Jim terrifiedly swipes at the illusion, nearly cutting a table in half.
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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.
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
*I play alto saxophone. And sometimes flute.*
Kalnor is lying in the grass outside
Tikalae is talking to Xorius
The swords are watching the edge of the safety area, waiting to attack
*Nice! 6 years of Percussion here, specialized in keyboard percussion; xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel/concert bells...*
*Time to use Yazrin for some interactions, especially since no one seems to want to approach him.*
Yazrin finally decides to get up and go outside, thinking that the Kruthiks that chased him here should be gone by now. He drains his glass of Feywine, and walks outside.
Kalnor seems to be watching the sky, thinking a bit
Yazrin walks over, hands casually resting on his rapier and shortsword. "You seem pretty deep in thought. Anything in particular?" As he starts talking, he crosses his arms over his chest and bows his head slightly in the traditional Underdark sign of peace and friendship.
He smiles a bit "Not much in particular. Just a few general things. Who might you be?"
Yazrin smiles. "I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of House Tlin'Orrza, formerly the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. It's been a long journey, partly because I'm hunted by the majority of my people, but I think I've finally outrun the arms of my people."
"Your people? Why would they be after you?"
Yazrin sighs. "My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, with my being the sole survivor. As a noble, I was a top target, and only by luck was I knocked out in the first minutes of the assault. The enemy warriors passed me by, assuming I was already killed. As a noble, I had rights of challenge, which would have brought the full force of the ruling houses against the perpetrators, but to what end? Everything I knew was gone. In addition of this, the Spider Queen punished the perpetrators for failing in a successful...elimination, and so they immediately started seeking me out. I turned my back on Lloth rather quickly, and so a bounty of sorts was placed on my head, and almost everyone in Menzoberranzan wanted to kill me to gain the Spider Queen's favor."
"I... Dont really know who the spider queen is... But I can understand parts of it. Im sorry that happened..."
"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
"'True Drow'? Never heard of anything like that... Or a Menzoberranzan..."
Yazrin chuckles. "I'm more akin to the surface elves, but so many people still consider me a Drow just like my kin in the city of Menzoberranzan. Hence why I call them 'true Drow.' They are truly evil, only beaten by demon and devils by most people."
"Ah... Where I come from, drow that choose to live in the underdark arent that much different from the ones who live on the surface. Theyre all just... Well, people."
"Count yourself lucky then. In the majority of worlds, Drow are, for the most part, irredeemably evil, all because of Lloth and the War of the Seldarine." Yazrin goes into a surprisingly well-detailed account of that war.
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
*I play alto saxophone. And sometimes flute.*
Kalnor is lying in the grass outside
Tikalae is talking to Xorius
The swords are watching the edge of the safety area, waiting to attack
*Nice! 6 years of Percussion here, specialized in keyboard percussion; xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel/concert bells...*
*Time to use Yazrin for some interactions, especially since no one seems to want to approach him.*
Yazrin finally decides to get up and go outside, thinking that the Kruthiks that chased him here should be gone by now. He drains his glass of Feywine, and walks outside.
Kalnor seems to be watching the sky, thinking a bit
Yazrin walks over, hands casually resting on his rapier and shortsword. "You seem pretty deep in thought. Anything in particular?" As he starts talking, he crosses his arms over his chest and bows his head slightly in the traditional Underdark sign of peace and friendship.
He smiles a bit "Not much in particular. Just a few general things. Who might you be?"
Yazrin smiles. "I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of House Tlin'Orrza, formerly the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. It's been a long journey, partly because I'm hunted by the majority of my people, but I think I've finally outrun the arms of my people."
"Your people? Why would they be after you?"
Yazrin sighs. "My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, with my being the sole survivor. As a noble, I was a top target, and only by luck was I knocked out in the first minutes of the assault. The enemy warriors passed me by, assuming I was already killed. As a noble, I had rights of challenge, which would have brought the full force of the ruling houses against the perpetrators, but to what end? Everything I knew was gone. In addition of this, the Spider Queen punished the perpetrators for failing in a successful...elimination, and so they immediately started seeking me out. I turned my back on Lloth rather quickly, and so a bounty of sorts was placed on my head, and almost everyone in Menzoberranzan wanted to kill me to gain the Spider Queen's favor."
"I... Dont really know who the spider queen is... But I can understand parts of it. Im sorry that happened..."
"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
"'True Drow'? Never heard of anything like that... Or a Menzoberranzan..."
Yazrin chuckles. "I'm more akin to the surface elves, but so many people still consider me a Drow just like my kin in the city of Menzoberranzan. Hence why I call them 'true Drow.' They are truly evil, only beaten by demon and devils by most people."
"Ah... Where I come from, drow that choose to live in the underdark arent that much different from the ones who live on the surface. Theyre all just... Well, people."
"Count yourself lucky then. In the majority of worlds, Drow are, for the most part, irredeemably evil, all because of Lloth and the War of the Seldarine." Yazrin goes into a surprisingly well-detailed account of that war.
"Huh... What world are you from?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
Jim, partially intoxicated starts swinging around near Lhurr squeezing the accordion with all the skill of any shantyman.
Lhurr leans away slightly, looking a little disturbed, and cringing at the accordion playing.
Jim, failing to get the cue, due to the surplus of whiskey he drank, begins singing. as the music begins to slow. "There is a flash-packet of flame..."
Lhurr sighs, and continues to cringe. He starts muttering something under his breath. A few seconds later, what appears to be a snarling troll suddenly appears in front of Jim.
*DC 22 intelligence saving throw, or be terrified of it. Used Phantasmal Force, but because of safety field, no damage.*
*He's terrified of quite literally anything, even staggeringly drunk: no need for a save*
He yelps and backs up, tripping over his own feet, the accordion letting out an unpleasant note.
Lhurr barely stifles a chuckle as the troll takes a swipe at Jim.
Jim terrifiedly swipes at the illusion, nearly cutting a table in half.
A gash appears in the chest of the illusory troll, which just seems to laugh as the gash heals itself, and then the troll vanishes. To the side, Lhurr is laughing, his mug lying on the floor, the rest of the Gutbuster spilt out on the floor.
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
*I play alto saxophone. And sometimes flute.*
Kalnor is lying in the grass outside
Tikalae is talking to Xorius
The swords are watching the edge of the safety area, waiting to attack
*Nice! 6 years of Percussion here, specialized in keyboard percussion; xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel/concert bells...*
*Time to use Yazrin for some interactions, especially since no one seems to want to approach him.*
Yazrin finally decides to get up and go outside, thinking that the Kruthiks that chased him here should be gone by now. He drains his glass of Feywine, and walks outside.
Kalnor seems to be watching the sky, thinking a bit
Yazrin walks over, hands casually resting on his rapier and shortsword. "You seem pretty deep in thought. Anything in particular?" As he starts talking, he crosses his arms over his chest and bows his head slightly in the traditional Underdark sign of peace and friendship.
He smiles a bit "Not much in particular. Just a few general things. Who might you be?"
Yazrin smiles. "I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of House Tlin'Orrza, formerly the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. It's been a long journey, partly because I'm hunted by the majority of my people, but I think I've finally outrun the arms of my people."
"Your people? Why would they be after you?"
Yazrin sighs. "My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, with my being the sole survivor. As a noble, I was a top target, and only by luck was I knocked out in the first minutes of the assault. The enemy warriors passed me by, assuming I was already killed. As a noble, I had rights of challenge, which would have brought the full force of the ruling houses against the perpetrators, but to what end? Everything I knew was gone. In addition of this, the Spider Queen punished the perpetrators for failing in a successful...elimination, and so they immediately started seeking me out. I turned my back on Lloth rather quickly, and so a bounty of sorts was placed on my head, and almost everyone in Menzoberranzan wanted to kill me to gain the Spider Queen's favor."
"I... Dont really know who the spider queen is... But I can understand parts of it. Im sorry that happened..."
"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
"'True Drow'? Never heard of anything like that... Or a Menzoberranzan..."
Yazrin chuckles. "I'm more akin to the surface elves, but so many people still consider me a Drow just like my kin in the city of Menzoberranzan. Hence why I call them 'true Drow.' They are truly evil, only beaten by demon and devils by most people."
"Ah... Where I come from, drow that choose to live in the underdark arent that much different from the ones who live on the surface. Theyre all just... Well, people."
"Count yourself lucky then. In the majority of worlds, Drow are, for the most part, irredeemably evil, all because of Lloth and the War of the Seldarine." Yazrin goes into a surprisingly well-detailed account of that war.
"Huh... What world are you from?"
"Toril. Specifically, the Sword Coast of the continent of Faerun."
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
*I play alto saxophone. And sometimes flute.*
Kalnor is lying in the grass outside
Tikalae is talking to Xorius
The swords are watching the edge of the safety area, waiting to attack
*Nice! 6 years of Percussion here, specialized in keyboard percussion; xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel/concert bells...*
*Time to use Yazrin for some interactions, especially since no one seems to want to approach him.*
Yazrin finally decides to get up and go outside, thinking that the Kruthiks that chased him here should be gone by now. He drains his glass of Feywine, and walks outside.
Kalnor seems to be watching the sky, thinking a bit
Yazrin walks over, hands casually resting on his rapier and shortsword. "You seem pretty deep in thought. Anything in particular?" As he starts talking, he crosses his arms over his chest and bows his head slightly in the traditional Underdark sign of peace and friendship.
He smiles a bit "Not much in particular. Just a few general things. Who might you be?"
Yazrin smiles. "I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of House Tlin'Orrza, formerly the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. It's been a long journey, partly because I'm hunted by the majority of my people, but I think I've finally outrun the arms of my people."
"Your people? Why would they be after you?"
Yazrin sighs. "My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, with my being the sole survivor. As a noble, I was a top target, and only by luck was I knocked out in the first minutes of the assault. The enemy warriors passed me by, assuming I was already killed. As a noble, I had rights of challenge, which would have brought the full force of the ruling houses against the perpetrators, but to what end? Everything I knew was gone. In addition of this, the Spider Queen punished the perpetrators for failing in a successful...elimination, and so they immediately started seeking me out. I turned my back on Lloth rather quickly, and so a bounty of sorts was placed on my head, and almost everyone in Menzoberranzan wanted to kill me to gain the Spider Queen's favor."
"I... Dont really know who the spider queen is... But I can understand parts of it. Im sorry that happened..."
"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
"'True Drow'? Never heard of anything like that... Or a Menzoberranzan..."
Yazrin chuckles. "I'm more akin to the surface elves, but so many people still consider me a Drow just like my kin in the city of Menzoberranzan. Hence why I call them 'true Drow.' They are truly evil, only beaten by demon and devils by most people."
"Ah... Where I come from, drow that choose to live in the underdark arent that much different from the ones who live on the surface. Theyre all just... Well, people."
"Count yourself lucky then. In the majority of worlds, Drow are, for the most part, irredeemably evil, all because of Lloth and the War of the Seldarine." Yazrin goes into a surprisingly well-detailed account of that war.
"Huh... What world are you from?"
"Toril. Specifically, the Sword Coast of the continent of Faerun."
He nods slowly "I think Ive met one or two people from there... Howd you get to the tavern? Spell? Portal? Was it on purpose or accidental?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
Jim, partially intoxicated starts swinging around near Lhurr squeezing the accordion with all the skill of any shantyman.
Lhurr leans away slightly, looking a little disturbed, and cringing at the accordion playing.
Jim, failing to get the cue, due to the surplus of whiskey he drank, begins singing. as the music begins to slow. "There is a flash-packet of flame..."
Lhurr sighs, and continues to cringe. He starts muttering something under his breath. A few seconds later, what appears to be a snarling troll suddenly appears in front of Jim.
*DC 22 intelligence saving throw, or be terrified of it. Used Phantasmal Force, but because of safety field, no damage.*
*He's terrified of quite literally anything, even staggeringly drunk: no need for a save*
He yelps and backs up, tripping over his own feet, the accordion letting out an unpleasant note.
Lhurr barely stifles a chuckle as the troll takes a swipe at Jim.
Jim terrifiedly swipes at the illusion, nearly cutting a table in half.
A gash appears in the chest of the illusory troll, which just seems to laugh as the gash heals itself, and then the troll vanishes. To the side, Lhurr is laughing, his mug lying on the floor, the rest of the Gutbuster spilt out on the floor.
Jim is looking around nervously, wondering where the troll went
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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.
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
*I play alto saxophone. And sometimes flute.*
Kalnor is lying in the grass outside
Tikalae is talking to Xorius
The swords are watching the edge of the safety area, waiting to attack
*Nice! 6 years of Percussion here, specialized in keyboard percussion; xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel/concert bells...*
*Time to use Yazrin for some interactions, especially since no one seems to want to approach him.*
Yazrin finally decides to get up and go outside, thinking that the Kruthiks that chased him here should be gone by now. He drains his glass of Feywine, and walks outside.
Kalnor seems to be watching the sky, thinking a bit
Yazrin walks over, hands casually resting on his rapier and shortsword. "You seem pretty deep in thought. Anything in particular?" As he starts talking, he crosses his arms over his chest and bows his head slightly in the traditional Underdark sign of peace and friendship.
He smiles a bit "Not much in particular. Just a few general things. Who might you be?"
Yazrin smiles. "I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of House Tlin'Orrza, formerly the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. It's been a long journey, partly because I'm hunted by the majority of my people, but I think I've finally outrun the arms of my people."
"Your people? Why would they be after you?"
Yazrin sighs. "My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, with my being the sole survivor. As a noble, I was a top target, and only by luck was I knocked out in the first minutes of the assault. The enemy warriors passed me by, assuming I was already killed. As a noble, I had rights of challenge, which would have brought the full force of the ruling houses against the perpetrators, but to what end? Everything I knew was gone. In addition of this, the Spider Queen punished the perpetrators for failing in a successful...elimination, and so they immediately started seeking me out. I turned my back on Lloth rather quickly, and so a bounty of sorts was placed on my head, and almost everyone in Menzoberranzan wanted to kill me to gain the Spider Queen's favor."
"I... Dont really know who the spider queen is... But I can understand parts of it. Im sorry that happened..."
"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
"'True Drow'? Never heard of anything like that... Or a Menzoberranzan..."
Yazrin chuckles. "I'm more akin to the surface elves, but so many people still consider me a Drow just like my kin in the city of Menzoberranzan. Hence why I call them 'true Drow.' They are truly evil, only beaten by demon and devils by most people."
"Ah... Where I come from, drow that choose to live in the underdark arent that much different from the ones who live on the surface. Theyre all just... Well, people."
"Count yourself lucky then. In the majority of worlds, Drow are, for the most part, irredeemably evil, all because of Lloth and the War of the Seldarine." Yazrin goes into a surprisingly well-detailed account of that war.
"Huh... What world are you from?"
"Toril. Specifically, the Sword Coast of the continent of Faerun."
He nods slowly "I think Ive met one or two people from there... Howd you get to the tavern? Spell? Portal? Was it on purpose or accidental?"
Yazrin nods. "Then have you heard of Drizzt Do'Urden? He was somewhat of a role model to me once I turned my back on the rest of the Drow. Even met him a couple times. As for how I got here, I'm not entirely sure. I was wandering the Underdark trying to find a way to a more hospitable region of the surface, when I came across a strange...anomaly. It looked like a mirror, but on the other side was a different section of tunnel than was behind me. I went through, figuring it may be a portal some wizard used as a shortcut to a quicker route to the surface. Unfortunately for me, only a few days after that, I encountered a hive of Kruthiks, who immediately started chasing me." As proof, he rolls up one of his sleeves, revealing a rather long and nasty-looking scar, obviously made by some sort of rough blade. "They chased me all the way to the surface, and for some time on the surface, before I finally drove them back with the help of Vega."
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
Jim, partially intoxicated starts swinging around near Lhurr squeezing the accordion with all the skill of any shantyman.
Lhurr leans away slightly, looking a little disturbed, and cringing at the accordion playing.
Jim, failing to get the cue, due to the surplus of whiskey he drank, begins singing. as the music begins to slow. "There is a flash-packet of flame..."
Lhurr sighs, and continues to cringe. He starts muttering something under his breath. A few seconds later, what appears to be a snarling troll suddenly appears in front of Jim.
*DC 22 intelligence saving throw, or be terrified of it. Used Phantasmal Force, but because of safety field, no damage.*
*He's terrified of quite literally anything, even staggeringly drunk: no need for a save*
He yelps and backs up, tripping over his own feet, the accordion letting out an unpleasant note.
Lhurr barely stifles a chuckle as the troll takes a swipe at Jim.
Jim terrifiedly swipes at the illusion, nearly cutting a table in half.
A gash appears in the chest of the illusory troll, which just seems to laugh as the gash heals itself, and then the troll vanishes. To the side, Lhurr is laughing, his mug lying on the floor, the rest of the Gutbuster spilt out on the floor.
Jim is looking around nervously, wondering where the troll went
Lhurr is nearly falling out of his chair, laughing.
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
*I play alto saxophone. And sometimes flute.*
Kalnor is lying in the grass outside
Tikalae is talking to Xorius
The swords are watching the edge of the safety area, waiting to attack
*Nice! 6 years of Percussion here, specialized in keyboard percussion; xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel/concert bells...*
*Time to use Yazrin for some interactions, especially since no one seems to want to approach him.*
Yazrin finally decides to get up and go outside, thinking that the Kruthiks that chased him here should be gone by now. He drains his glass of Feywine, and walks outside.
Kalnor seems to be watching the sky, thinking a bit
Yazrin walks over, hands casually resting on his rapier and shortsword. "You seem pretty deep in thought. Anything in particular?" As he starts talking, he crosses his arms over his chest and bows his head slightly in the traditional Underdark sign of peace and friendship.
He smiles a bit "Not much in particular. Just a few general things. Who might you be?"
Yazrin smiles. "I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of House Tlin'Orrza, formerly the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. It's been a long journey, partly because I'm hunted by the majority of my people, but I think I've finally outrun the arms of my people."
"Your people? Why would they be after you?"
Yazrin sighs. "My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, with my being the sole survivor. As a noble, I was a top target, and only by luck was I knocked out in the first minutes of the assault. The enemy warriors passed me by, assuming I was already killed. As a noble, I had rights of challenge, which would have brought the full force of the ruling houses against the perpetrators, but to what end? Everything I knew was gone. In addition of this, the Spider Queen punished the perpetrators for failing in a successful...elimination, and so they immediately started seeking me out. I turned my back on Lloth rather quickly, and so a bounty of sorts was placed on my head, and almost everyone in Menzoberranzan wanted to kill me to gain the Spider Queen's favor."
"I... Dont really know who the spider queen is... But I can understand parts of it. Im sorry that happened..."
"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
"'True Drow'? Never heard of anything like that... Or a Menzoberranzan..."
Yazrin chuckles. "I'm more akin to the surface elves, but so many people still consider me a Drow just like my kin in the city of Menzoberranzan. Hence why I call them 'true Drow.' They are truly evil, only beaten by demon and devils by most people."
"Ah... Where I come from, drow that choose to live in the underdark arent that much different from the ones who live on the surface. Theyre all just... Well, people."
"Count yourself lucky then. In the majority of worlds, Drow are, for the most part, irredeemably evil, all because of Lloth and the War of the Seldarine." Yazrin goes into a surprisingly well-detailed account of that war.
"Huh... What world are you from?"
"Toril. Specifically, the Sword Coast of the continent of Faerun."
He nods slowly "I think Ive met one or two people from there... Howd you get to the tavern? Spell? Portal? Was it on purpose or accidental?"
Yazrin nods. "Then have you heard of Drizzt Do'Urden? He was somewhat of a role model to me once I turned my back on the rest of the Drow. Even met him a couple times. As for how I got here, I'm not entirely sure. I was wandering the Underdark trying to find a way to a more hospitable region of the surface, when I came across a strange...anomaly. It looked like a mirror, but on the other side was a different section of tunnel than was behind me. I went through, figuring it may be a portal some wizard used as a shortcut to a quicker route to the surface. Unfortunately for me, only a few days after that, I encountered a hive of Kruthiks, who immediately started chasing me." As proof, he rolls up one of his sleeves, revealing a rather long and nasty-looking scar, obviously made by some sort of rough blade. "They chased me all the way to the surface, and for some time on the surface, before I finally drove them back with the help of Vega."
"Huh.... Ive never heard of anyone called Drizzt before... But the mirror thing was likely a portal to this world. Youre currently in Entropy, and youll be safe at this tavern from almost anything."
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
Jim, partially intoxicated starts swinging around near Lhurr squeezing the accordion with all the skill of any shantyman.
Lhurr leans away slightly, looking a little disturbed, and cringing at the accordion playing.
Jim, failing to get the cue, due to the surplus of whiskey he drank, begins singing. as the music begins to slow. "There is a flash-packet of flame..."
Lhurr sighs, and continues to cringe. He starts muttering something under his breath. A few seconds later, what appears to be a snarling troll suddenly appears in front of Jim.
*DC 22 intelligence saving throw, or be terrified of it. Used Phantasmal Force, but because of safety field, no damage.*
*He's terrified of quite literally anything, even staggeringly drunk: no need for a save*
He yelps and backs up, tripping over his own feet, the accordion letting out an unpleasant note.
Lhurr barely stifles a chuckle as the troll takes a swipe at Jim.
Jim terrifiedly swipes at the illusion, nearly cutting a table in half.
A gash appears in the chest of the illusory troll, which just seems to laugh as the gash heals itself, and then the troll vanishes. To the side, Lhurr is laughing, his mug lying on the floor, the rest of the Gutbuster spilt out on the floor.
Jim is looking around nervously, wondering where the troll went
Lhurr is nearly falling out of his chair, laughing.
Jim, seeing this, is rather put off, though he realizes that the danger of the troll was a trick.
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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.
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
Jim, partially intoxicated starts swinging around near Lhurr squeezing the accordion with all the skill of any shantyman.
Lhurr leans away slightly, looking a little disturbed, and cringing at the accordion playing.
Jim, failing to get the cue, due to the surplus of whiskey he drank, begins singing. as the music begins to slow. "There is a flash-packet of flame..."
Lhurr sighs, and continues to cringe. He starts muttering something under his breath. A few seconds later, what appears to be a snarling troll suddenly appears in front of Jim.
*DC 22 intelligence saving throw, or be terrified of it. Used Phantasmal Force, but because of safety field, no damage.*
*He's terrified of quite literally anything, even staggeringly drunk: no need for a save*
He yelps and backs up, tripping over his own feet, the accordion letting out an unpleasant note.
Lhurr barely stifles a chuckle as the troll takes a swipe at Jim.
Jim terrifiedly swipes at the illusion, nearly cutting a table in half.
A gash appears in the chest of the illusory troll, which just seems to laugh as the gash heals itself, and then the troll vanishes. To the side, Lhurr is laughing, his mug lying on the floor, the rest of the Gutbuster spilt out on the floor.
Jim is looking around nervously, wondering where the troll went
Lhurr is nearly falling out of his chair, laughing.
Jim, seeing this, is rather put off, though he realizes that the danger of the troll was a trick.
While he's laughing, Lhurr's voice comes into Jim's head. I'm sorry friend, but I knew it wouldn't do any harm. I'm a shaman, a bit of a trickster, and a bard myself. You gave me the perfect opportunity, and I couldn't resist. Lhurr finally stops laughing, catching his breath before continuing verbally. "I won't play any more tricks like that one you, and call it even for the bad accordion playing." He chuckles a little with that. "Fair, and friends?" Lhurr extends a rather large hand in a handshake.
*I’m on but only for a sec. I’m checking something in one of my published adventures. Published adventures that I own, not that I wrote.*
*Sad sigh. Okay...*
*Im on now. A band thing just ended*
*Yay! What instrument you play?*
*Also, here's my character list:*
Phantom is in the woods watching over Caelum as she rests/sleeps/contemplates the meaning of life
Soldaer is in Sigil.
Lhurr is drinking a mug of Gutbuster
Yazrin is nearly invisible in the shadows of a corner table, sipping on a glass of Cherry Feywine.
*I play alto saxophone. And sometimes flute.*
Kalnor is lying in the grass outside
Tikalae is talking to Xorius
The swords are watching the edge of the safety area, waiting to attack
*Nice! 6 years of Percussion here, specialized in keyboard percussion; xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel/concert bells...*
*Time to use Yazrin for some interactions, especially since no one seems to want to approach him.*
Yazrin finally decides to get up and go outside, thinking that the Kruthiks that chased him here should be gone by now. He drains his glass of Feywine, and walks outside.
Kalnor seems to be watching the sky, thinking a bit
Yazrin walks over, hands casually resting on his rapier and shortsword. "You seem pretty deep in thought. Anything in particular?" As he starts talking, he crosses his arms over his chest and bows his head slightly in the traditional Underdark sign of peace and friendship.
He smiles a bit "Not much in particular. Just a few general things. Who might you be?"
Yazrin smiles. "I'm Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of House Tlin'Orrza, formerly the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan. It's been a long journey, partly because I'm hunted by the majority of my people, but I think I've finally outrun the arms of my people."
"Your people? Why would they be after you?"
Yazrin sighs. "My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, with my being the sole survivor. As a noble, I was a top target, and only by luck was I knocked out in the first minutes of the assault. The enemy warriors passed me by, assuming I was already killed. As a noble, I had rights of challenge, which would have brought the full force of the ruling houses against the perpetrators, but to what end? Everything I knew was gone. In addition of this, the Spider Queen punished the perpetrators for failing in a successful...elimination, and so they immediately started seeking me out. I turned my back on Lloth rather quickly, and so a bounty of sorts was placed on my head, and almost everyone in Menzoberranzan wanted to kill me to gain the Spider Queen's favor."
"I... Dont really know who the spider queen is... But I can understand parts of it. Im sorry that happened..."
"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
"'True Drow'? Never heard of anything like that... Or a Menzoberranzan..."
Yazrin chuckles. "I'm more akin to the surface elves, but so many people still consider me a Drow just like my kin in the city of Menzoberranzan. Hence why I call them 'true Drow.' They are truly evil, only beaten by demon and devils by most people."
"Ah... Where I come from, drow that choose to live in the underdark arent that much different from the ones who live on the surface. Theyre all just... Well, people."
"Count yourself lucky then. In the majority of worlds, Drow are, for the most part, irredeemably evil, all because of Lloth and the War of the Seldarine." Yazrin goes into a surprisingly well-detailed account of that war.
"Huh... What world are you from?"
"Toril. Specifically, the Sword Coast of the continent of Faerun."
He nods slowly "I think Ive met one or two people from there... Howd you get to the tavern? Spell? Portal? Was it on purpose or accidental?"
Yazrin nods. "Then have you heard of Drizzt Do'Urden? He was somewhat of a role model to me once I turned my back on the rest of the Drow. Even met him a couple times. As for how I got here, I'm not entirely sure. I was wandering the Underdark trying to find a way to a more hospitable region of the surface, when I came across a strange...anomaly. It looked like a mirror, but on the other side was a different section of tunnel than was behind me. I went through, figuring it may be a portal some wizard used as a shortcut to a quicker route to the surface. Unfortunately for me, only a few days after that, I encountered a hive of Kruthiks, who immediately started chasing me." As proof, he rolls up one of his sleeves, revealing a rather long and nasty-looking scar, obviously made by some sort of rough blade. "They chased me all the way to the surface, and for some time on the surface, before I finally drove them back with the help of Vega."
"Huh.... Ive never heard of anyone called Drizzt before... But the mirror thing was likely a portal to this world. Youre currently in Entropy, and youll be safe at this tavern from almost anything."
Yazrin nods. "Yeah, I heard about the protection field. Very useful. Glad to at least know the name of this world." He shrugs and says more to himself than anyone "May be a good place to call home...." His voice trails off a little as he thinks about this.
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"You haven't heard of Lloth, the Spider Queen, Mistress of Chaos, Queen of the Demonweb Pits?" Yazrin seems surprised. "Consider yourself lucky then. She is nothing but trouble." Yazrin sighs. "Thank you for the sympathy, but I have turned my back on the 'true Drow' like my former kin in Menzoberranzan. I care nothing for them anymore."
"'True Drow'? Never heard of anything like that... Or a Menzoberranzan..."
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Lhurr sighs, and continues to cringe. He starts muttering something under his breath. A few seconds later, what appears to be a snarling troll suddenly appears in front of Jim.
*DC 22 intelligence saving throw, or be terrified of it. Used Phantasmal Force, but because of safety field, no damage.*
Yazrin chuckles. "I'm more akin to the surface elves, but so many people still consider me a Drow just like my kin in the city of Menzoberranzan. Hence why I call them 'true Drow.' They are truly evil, only beaten by demon and devils by most people."
*He's terrified of quite literally anything, even staggeringly drunk: no need for a save*
He yelps and backs up, tripping over his own feet, the accordion letting out an unpleasant note.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Ah... Where I come from, drow that choose to live in the underdark arent that much different from the ones who live on the surface. Theyre all just... Well, people."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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Lhurr barely stifles a chuckle as the troll takes a swipe at Jim.
Jim terrifiedly swipes at the illusion, nearly cutting a table in half.
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"
"Count yourself lucky then. In the majority of worlds, Drow are, for the most part, irredeemably evil, all because of Lloth and the War of the Seldarine." Yazrin goes into a surprisingly well-detailed account of that war.
"Huh... What world are you from?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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A gash appears in the chest of the illusory troll, which just seems to laugh as the gash heals itself, and then the troll vanishes. To the side, Lhurr is laughing, his mug lying on the floor, the rest of the Gutbuster spilt out on the floor.
"Toril. Specifically, the Sword Coast of the continent of Faerun."
He nods slowly "I think Ive met one or two people from there... Howd you get to the tavern? Spell? Portal? Was it on purpose or accidental?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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Jim is looking around nervously, wondering where the troll went
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"
Yazrin nods. "Then have you heard of Drizzt Do'Urden? He was somewhat of a role model to me once I turned my back on the rest of the Drow. Even met him a couple times. As for how I got here, I'm not entirely sure. I was wandering the Underdark trying to find a way to a more hospitable region of the surface, when I came across a strange...anomaly. It looked like a mirror, but on the other side was a different section of tunnel than was behind me. I went through, figuring it may be a portal some wizard used as a shortcut to a quicker route to the surface. Unfortunately for me, only a few days after that, I encountered a hive of Kruthiks, who immediately started chasing me." As proof, he rolls up one of his sleeves, revealing a rather long and nasty-looking scar, obviously made by some sort of rough blade. "They chased me all the way to the surface, and for some time on the surface, before I finally drove them back with the help of Vega."
Lhurr is nearly falling out of his chair, laughing.
"Huh.... Ive never heard of anyone called Drizzt before... But the mirror thing was likely a portal to this world. Youre currently in Entropy, and youll be safe at this tavern from almost anything."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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Jim, seeing this, is rather put off, though he realizes that the danger of the troll was a trick.
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"
While he's laughing, Lhurr's voice comes into Jim's head. I'm sorry friend, but I knew it wouldn't do any harm. I'm a shaman, a bit of a trickster, and a bard myself. You gave me the perfect opportunity, and I couldn't resist. Lhurr finally stops laughing, catching his breath before continuing verbally. "I won't play any more tricks like that one you, and call it even for the bad accordion playing." He chuckles a little with that. "Fair, and friends?" Lhurr extends a rather large hand in a handshake.
Yazrin nods. "Yeah, I heard about the protection field. Very useful. Glad to at least know the name of this world." He shrugs and says more to himself than anyone "May be a good place to call home...." His voice trails off a little as he thinks about this.