Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
Jim looks over at Sharlene, "Hiya Sharlene, how do ye do?"
"BORED." She puts her head on the bar. "Penny went to go do something or something, so I've got nothin to do right now, and there ain't any good equipment to workout with, and the trees are getting boring."
Suddenly a potato flies at her face, "Gives ye plenty o' time to help me peel potatoes, I'm sure any sword o' yers'd do well fer that."
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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 is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
"Oooh, that looks nice." Valian stands there pointing at the cards.
"Eh? Thanks." He says, just now noticing Valian standing there. "Glad to know somebody likes them."
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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 is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
Jim looks over at Sharlene, "Hiya Sharlene, how do ye do?"
"BORED." She puts her head on the bar. "Penny went to go do something or something, so I've got nothin to do right now, and there ain't any good equipment to workout with, and the trees are getting boring."
Suddenly a potato flies at her face, "Gives ye plenty o' time to help me peel potatoes, I'm sure any sword o' yers'd do well fer that."
She catches the potato easily. "I don't got any swords."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
Jim looks over at Sharlene, "Hiya Sharlene, how do ye do?"
"BORED." She puts her head on the bar. "Penny went to go do something or something, so I've got nothin to do right now, and there ain't any good equipment to workout with, and the trees are getting boring."
Suddenly a potato flies at her face, "Gives ye plenty o' time to help me peel potatoes, I'm sure any sword o' yers'd do well fer that."
She catches the potato easily. "I don't got any swords."
"Then use this," he tosses her a small paring knife,
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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 is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
*-dopey oval noise-*
-Random timeskip-
Allison walks upstairs and peers in Krathians room, "hello? sir?"
Krathian turns around, momentarily forgetting what happened, he chuckles: "No need to call me sir Alli-" then remembers, "Ah that's right, you've forgotten. How may I help you?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
Jim looks over at Sharlene, "Hiya Sharlene, how do ye do?"
"BORED." She puts her head on the bar. "Penny went to go do something or something, so I've got nothin to do right now, and there ain't any good equipment to workout with, and the trees are getting boring."
Suddenly a potato flies at her face, "Gives ye plenty o' time to help me peel potatoes, I'm sure any sword o' yers'd do well fer that."
She catches the potato easily. "I don't got any swords."
"Then use this," he tosses her a small paring knife,
She catches it and sighs, getting up. "Fine." She walks over to -insert wherever people peel potatoes here- and starts peeling.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Have you gotten any better at magic? learnt anything new?" Her voice spouting curiosity.
"A few new spells"
"Like?" She says taking the last sip of her wine.
"Lightning Web, Force Cage, Contingency"
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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)
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
"Oooh, that looks nice." Valian stands there pointing at the cards.
"Eh? Thanks." He says, just now noticing Valian standing there. "Glad to know somebody likes them."
"Others don't like it? It's nice to look at so I don't see why others wouldn't like it."
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
"Oooh, that looks nice." Valian stands there pointing at the cards.
"Eh? Thanks." He says, just now noticing Valian standing there. "Glad to know somebody likes them."
"Others don't like it? It's nice to look at so I don't see why others wouldn't like it."
"Nah, others probably find it boring, a lot of them have seen some magic or other.
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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.
Flanne is pouring over maps from his Bag of Holding and is taking up a whole table with ancient texts and books. He mutters every once in a while and is drinking lots of coffee.
"Arre you ok?" Thara walks up to the table & looks at everything put down there. *Sorry was replying to others, could I get a basic description?*
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
Jim looks over at Sharlene, "Hiya Sharlene, how do ye do?"
"BORED." She puts her head on the bar. "Penny went to go do something or something, so I've got nothin to do right now, and there ain't any good equipment to workout with, and the trees are getting boring."
Suddenly a potato flies at her face, "Gives ye plenty o' time to help me peel potatoes, I'm sure any sword o' yers'd do well fer that."
She catches the potato easily. "I don't got any swords."
"Then use this," he tosses her a small paring knife,
She catches it and sighs, getting up. "Fine." She walks over to -insert wherever people peel potatoes here- and starts peeling.
"So, I see that you and penny are getting close."
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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 is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
"Oooh, that looks nice." Valian stands there pointing at the cards.
"Eh? Thanks." He says, just now noticing Valian standing there. "Glad to know somebody likes them."
"Others don't like it? It's nice to look at so I don't see why others wouldn't like it."
"Nah, others probably find it boring, a lot of them have seen some magic or other.
"I can do magic" He materialises a javelin made of a faint golden glow in his hand "and i like it." He now talks with confusion.
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
Jim looks over at Sharlene, "Hiya Sharlene, how do ye do?"
"BORED." She puts her head on the bar. "Penny went to go do something or something, so I've got nothin to do right now, and there ain't any good equipment to workout with, and the trees are getting boring."
Suddenly a potato flies at her face, "Gives ye plenty o' time to help me peel potatoes, I'm sure any sword o' yers'd do well fer that."
She catches the potato easily. "I don't got any swords."
"Then use this," he tosses her a small paring knife,
She catches it and sighs, getting up. "Fine." She walks over to -insert wherever people peel potatoes here- and starts peeling.
"So, I see that you and penny are getting close."
"Yeah. If you're gonna get to something, just go ahead and get to it."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
Wyatt is messing with Oval. *hehe*
*Eh, I might be trading out these few slots every so often today.*
Wolfe is tuning her guitar and doing riffs.
Sharlene is b o r e d at the bar.
Jim looks over at Sharlene, "Hiya Sharlene, how do ye do?"
"BORED." She puts her head on the bar. "Penny went to go do something or something, so I've got nothin to do right now, and there ain't any good equipment to workout with, and the trees are getting boring."
Suddenly a potato flies at her face, "Gives ye plenty o' time to help me peel potatoes, I'm sure any sword o' yers'd do well fer that."
She catches the potato easily. "I don't got any swords."
"Then use this," he tosses her a small paring knife,
She catches it and sighs, getting up. "Fine." She walks over to -insert wherever people peel potatoes here- and starts peeling.
"So, I see that you and penny are getting close."
"Yeah. If you're gonna get to something, just go ahead and get to it."
"Nothing really, just making small talk. What do you think of her?"
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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 is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
"Oooh, that looks nice." Valian stands there pointing at the cards.
"Eh? Thanks." He says, just now noticing Valian standing there. "Glad to know somebody likes them."
"Others don't like it? It's nice to look at so I don't see why others wouldn't like it."
"Nah, others probably find it boring, a lot of them have seen some magic or other.
"I can do magic" He materialises a javelin made of a faint golden glow in his hand "and i like it." He now talks with confusion.
"Fair enough." he says, putting the cards away and sticking out his hand, "Perdo Tzato, at your service." though he does not look like a typical man one would like in their employ. Rather he looks like a bit of a bum. He's fallen on hard times ever since his daughter, Ruby, ran off. Not to mention the hundreds of cats that follow him around everywhere.
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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.
"Have you gotten any better at magic? learnt anything new?" Her voice spouting curiosity.
"A few new spells"
"Like?" She says taking the last sip of her wine.
"Lightning Web, Force Cage, Contingency"
"What's that last one? the others are self explanatory."
"Contingency lets you set a trigger for another spell, which casts itself when the trigger happens"
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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)
Krathian is shaving in his room, having forgotten to close his door. As he expertly trims his moustache with SECTUMSEMPRA (just kidding, he uses a straight razor) he notices the room is mostly empty, covered in cobwebs and the like due to disuse. He scratches his now clean-shaven chin and thinks, "Perhaps I should make use of this space" He then starts with his mini-renovation by shoving the bed back up against the wall, casting fabricate on the mattress and the frame, creating a bookshelf and a comfortable, upholstered red chair. He then proceeds to start pulling massive amounts of books out of his coat.
Jim is out bargaining with a potato farmer for a cart of potatoes, finding himself - once again - wholly inadequate at the art of haggling. "Hmm," he mutters to himself, "It was much easier when I had the heart to rip a guy like that in half and just take the potatoes" Yet the very thought of it makes him shudder and cross his heart, so he gives the matter no more thought, guilty or otherwise. Instead, he marches into the kitchen and begins to make one of his favorite dishes: potato soup.
Perdo has given up on rolling his dice and is instead practicing card tricks over at his table. They flit and fly from one hand to the other like the folds of an accordion. "Perhaps I should find another line of work" he thinks "Half the patronage here can practice some sort of magic, I doubt there impressed." he glares at Oval silently "And even if they don't, they read your mind to find out what the trick is ... suck the fun out of everything. Dang I hate telepaths."
"Oooh, that looks nice." Valian stands there pointing at the cards.
"Eh? Thanks." He says, just now noticing Valian standing there. "Glad to know somebody likes them."
"Others don't like it? It's nice to look at so I don't see why others wouldn't like it."
"Nah, others probably find it boring, a lot of them have seen some magic or other.
"I can do magic" He materialises a javelin made of a faint golden glow in his hand "and i like it." He now talks with confusion.
"Fair enough." he says, putting the cards away and sticking out his hand, "Perdo Tzato, at your service." though he does not look like a typical man one would like in their employ. Rather he looks like a bit of a bum. He's fallen on hard times ever since his daughter, Ruby, ran off. Not to mention the hundreds of cats that follow him around everywhere.
He looks at his hand and she's it, letting go of the javelin & letting it fade into golden sparkles, which then also fade, "Valian."
Suddenly a potato flies at her face, "Gives ye plenty o' time to help me peel potatoes, I'm sure any sword o' yers'd do well fer that."
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"
"Eh? Thanks." He says, just now noticing Valian standing there. "Glad to know somebody likes them."
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"
She catches the potato easily. "I don't got any swords."
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.
"Then use this," he tosses her a small paring knife,
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"
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"
She catches it and sighs, getting up. "Fine." She walks over to -insert wherever people peel potatoes here- and starts peeling.
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.
"Like?" She says taking the last sip of her wine.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Lightning Web, Force Cage, Contingency"
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)
"Others don't like it? It's nice to look at so I don't see why others wouldn't like it."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Nah, others probably find it boring, a lot of them have seen some magic or other.
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"
"Arre you ok?" Thara walks up to the table & looks at everything put down there. *Sorry was replying to others, could I get a basic description?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"So, I see that you and penny are getting close."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"I can do magic" He materialises a javelin made of a faint golden glow in his hand "and i like it." He now talks with confusion.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yeah. If you're gonna get to something, just go ahead and get to it."
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.
"Nothing really, just making small talk. What do you think of her?"
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's that last one? the others are self explanatory."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Fair enough." he says, putting the cards away and sticking out his hand, "Perdo Tzato, at your service." though he does not look like a typical man one would like in their employ. Rather he looks like a bit of a bum. He's fallen on hard times ever since his daughter, Ruby, ran off. Not to mention the hundreds of cats that follow him around everywhere.
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"
"Contingency lets you set a trigger for another spell, which casts itself when the trigger happens"
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)
He looks at his hand and she's it, letting go of the javelin & letting it fade into golden sparkles, which then also fade, "Valian."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Versatility, I see. " She says nodding.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.