Flanne walks downstairs with a cup of coffee. Sleep has not removed the worry lines from his face, and he sets up his maps at a table again. He fiddles with his ring, but does not take it off.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Flanne walks downstairs with a cup of coffee. Sleep has not removed the worry lines from his face, and he sets up his maps at a table again. He fiddles with his ring, but does not take it off.
*guess I'll pause Gust.*
Spectacle walks near, "Hello there, you seem stressed. Not sure if coffee will help."
Flanne walks downstairs with a cup of coffee. Sleep has not removed the worry lines from his face, and he sets up his maps at a table again. He fiddles with his ring, but does not take it off.
*guess I'll pause Gust.*
Spectacle walks near, "Hello there, you seem stressed. Not sure if coffee will help."
*What does spectacle look like?*
Flanne looks up "Yeah but..." He sighs. "I need to find this thing."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Flanne walks downstairs with a cup of coffee. Sleep has not removed the worry lines from his face, and he sets up his maps at a table again. He fiddles with his ring, but does not take it off.
*guess I'll pause Gust.*
Spectacle walks near, "Hello there, you seem stressed. Not sure if coffee will help."
*What does spectacle look like?*
Flanne looks up "Yeah but..." He sighs. "I need to find this thing."
*description*
A magenta skinned Tiefling, 5'8", Eyes solely coloured gold, horns wavy & round their head holding the root of their hair, which is maroon in colour. They wear a form fitting red suit but they still look androgynous, red dress trousers, tap shoes & cane, clothing with white highlights & the cane has a handle like that of a rapier. they're gender fluid btw.
* i only need a basic description* "What is 'this thing you speak of?"
*Ah, good morning my freands, my brain has been in overdrive all night last night.*
Wyatt is still asleep.
0verkill is slow.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
0verkill has no idea who to have as his third.
*Is it weird that I only run one character? My brain hurts if I try any more than that.*
*no, it's just if your like us & make 50 million characters you tend to want to play alot of them, it's fine, it can be hard to just switch characters & move to their personalities.*
*Ah, good morning my freands, my brain has been in overdrive all night last night.*
Wyatt is still asleep.
0verkill is slow.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
0verkill has no idea who to have as his third.
*Is it weird that I only run one character? My brain hurts if I try any more than that.*
*no, it's just if your like us & make 50 million characters you tend to want to play alongside of them, it's fine, it can be hard to just switch characters & move to their personalities.*
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Ah, good morning my freands, my brain has been in overdrive all night last night.*
Wyatt is still asleep.
0verkill is slow.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
0verkill has no idea who to have as his third.
*Is it weird that I only run one character? My brain hurts if I try any more than that.*
*no, it's just if your like us & make 50 million characters you tend to want to play alot of them, it's fine, it can be hard to just switch characters & move to their personalities.*
*good morning everyone, I am in a bit of a panicky mood right now because i have presentations, tests, and a job interview today. Please do wish me luck*
Oval was going to be in stasis because im sending them on a adventure.
Adder was laying in the slightly premia-frozen grass. He was staring at the sky and holding up his hands to the sky to block out the sun above him. He closed one eye and sighed, trying to block the sun from blinding him.
Allison was outside. She was shining a pure light from her hand, melting the frost off of her small garden out in the iron desert. She chuckled as a small fower bloomed upwards as if to say "hello and thank you!"
Hornet was jogging outside. He was testing his strength by moving heavy boulders that were in the way of a path he was creating behind the tavern.
Thara watches this, holding a cup of coffee "impressive." *also best of luck my dude, you got this.*
*Thank you :) *
Hornet picks up the boulder with ease and chuckles to himself before setting it aside
*np! if I know anything about you'll is you'll do good! also what's his strength, so I can compare what Thara can do.* She sips her caffeine, "aah, I've never seen you here, are you new?"
*Considering he is a robotic being and doesn't get tired like humans, its around 25 while the multiplier is +10*
"I think I am" he chirped and grinned "Im hornet-58, pleasure to meet you"
Flanne walks downstairs with a cup of coffee. Sleep has not removed the worry lines from his face, and he sets up his maps at a table again. He fiddles with his ring, but does not take it off.
*guess I'll pause Gust.*
Spectacle walks near, "Hello there, you seem stressed. Not sure if coffee will help."
*What does spectacle look like?*
Flanne looks up "Yeah but..." He sighs. "I need to find this thing."
*description*
A magenta skinned Tiefling, 5'8", Eyes solely coloured gold, horns wavy & round their head holding the root of their hair, which is maroon in colour. They wear a form fitting red suit but they still look androgynous, red dress trousers, tap shoes & cane, clothing with white highlights & the cane has a handle like that of a rapier. they're gender fluid btw.
* i only need a basic description* "What is 'this thing you speak of?"
*Tavernpedia:*
5' 11', light skin tone, pale green eyes, curly brown hair cut short. Flanne is usually dressed in light green robes over a sand colored jerkin with white pants and undershirt, looks like he could use a long rest at any given moment. He also wears a silver necklace with a stylized moon on it and similar piercings on his right ear. He his a silver armband hat he wears over his clothes on his right forearm. His jewelry glows when he casts a spell. He also has a scarf of similar tone to his jerkin, a Bag of Holding, a wooden staff with a silver bauble at one end. His face is mostly clear of stubble and Flanne prides himself of his cleanliness.
*Flanne looks pretty young* "The Invulnerable Coat of Arnd. It's supposed to be somewhere in "the belly of stars," wherever that is." Flanne slumps on the table, and a scroll rolls away.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Flanne walks downstairs with a cup of coffee. Sleep has not removed the worry lines from his face, and he sets up his maps at a table again. He fiddles with his ring, but does not take it off.
*guess I'll pause Gust.*
Spectacle walks near, "Hello there, you seem stressed. Not sure if coffee will help."
*What does spectacle look like?*
Flanne looks up "Yeah but..." He sighs. "I need to find this thing."
*description*
A magenta skinned Tiefling, 5'8", Eyes solely coloured gold, horns wavy & round their head holding the root of their hair, which is maroon in colour. They wear a form fitting red suit but they still look androgynous, red dress trousers, tap shoes & cane, clothing with white highlights & the cane has a handle like that of a rapier. they're gender fluid btw.
* i only need a basic description* "What is 'this thing you speak of?"
*Tavernpedia:*
5' 11', light skin tone, pale green eyes, curly brown hair cut short. Flanne is usually dressed in light green robes over a sand colored jerkin with white pants and undershirt, looks like he could use a long rest at any given moment. He also wears a silver necklace with a stylized moon on it and similar piercings on his right ear. He his a silver armband hat he wears over his clothes on his right forearm. His jewelry glows when he casts a spell. He also has a scarf of similar tone to his jerkin, a Bag of Holding, a wooden staff with a silver bauble at one end. His face is mostly clear of stubble and Flanne prides himself of his cleanliness.
*Flanne looks pretty young* "The Invulnerable Coat of Arnd. It's supposed to be somewhere in "the belly of stars," wherever that is." Flanne slumps on the table, and a scroll rolls away.
He grabs it, then hands it back " 'Belly of the stars', hmm, is that a place?"
*good morning everyone, I am in a bit of a panicky mood right now because i have presentations, tests, and a job interview today. Please do wish me luck*
Oval was going to be in stasis because im sending them on a adventure.
Adder was laying in the slightly premia-frozen grass. He was staring at the sky and holding up his hands to the sky to block out the sun above him. He closed one eye and sighed, trying to block the sun from blinding him.
Allison was outside. She was shining a pure light from her hand, melting the frost off of her small garden out in the iron desert. She chuckled as a small fower bloomed upwards as if to say "hello and thank you!"
Hornet was jogging outside. He was testing his strength by moving heavy boulders that were in the way of a path he was creating behind the tavern.
Thara watches this, holding a cup of coffee "impressive." *also best of luck my dude, you got this.*
*Thank you :) *
Hornet picks up the boulder with ease and chuckles to himself before setting it aside
*np! if I know anything about you'll is you'll do good! also what's his strength, so I can compare what Thara can do.* She sips her caffeine, "aah, I've never seen you here, are you new?"
*Considering he is a robotic being and doesn't get tired like humans, its around 25 while the multiplier is +10*
"I think I am" he chirped and grinned "Im hornet-58, pleasure to meet you"
*Nice D2 PFP Wendigo*
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Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
*good morning everyone, I am in a bit of a panicky mood right now because i have presentations, tests, and a job interview today. Please do wish me luck*
Oval was going to be in stasis because im sending them on a adventure.
Adder was laying in the slightly premia-frozen grass. He was staring at the sky and holding up his hands to the sky to block out the sun above him. He closed one eye and sighed, trying to block the sun from blinding him.
Allison was outside. She was shining a pure light from her hand, melting the frost off of her small garden out in the iron desert. She chuckled as a small fower bloomed upwards as if to say "hello and thank you!"
Hornet was jogging outside. He was testing his strength by moving heavy boulders that were in the way of a path he was creating behind the tavern.
Thara watches this, holding a cup of coffee "impressive." *also best of luck my dude, you got this.*
*Thank you :) *
Hornet picks up the boulder with ease and chuckles to himself before setting it aside
*np! if I know anything about you'll is you'll do good! also what's his strength, so I can compare what Thara can do.* She sips her caffeine, "aah, I've never seen you here, are you new?"
*Considering he is a robotic being and doesn't get tired like humans, its around 25 while the multiplier is +10*
"I think I am" he chirped and grinned "Im hornet-58, pleasure to meet you"
*hers is 19 so maybe push the boulder on a good roll* "Thara, nice to meet you to" she puts a hand out."
Flanne walks downstairs with a cup of coffee. Sleep has not removed the worry lines from his face, and he sets up his maps at a table again. He fiddles with his ring, but does not take it off.
*guess I'll pause Gust.*
Spectacle walks near, "Hello there, you seem stressed. Not sure if coffee will help."
*What does spectacle look like?*
Flanne looks up "Yeah but..." He sighs. "I need to find this thing."
*description*
A magenta skinned Tiefling, 5'8", Eyes solely coloured gold, horns wavy & round their head holding the root of their hair, which is maroon in colour. They wear a form fitting red suit but they still look androgynous, red dress trousers, tap shoes & cane, clothing with white highlights & the cane has a handle like that of a rapier. they're gender fluid btw.
* i only need a basic description* "What is 'this thing you speak of?"
*Tavernpedia:*
5' 11', light skin tone, pale green eyes, curly brown hair cut short. Flanne is usually dressed in light green robes over a sand colored jerkin with white pants and undershirt, looks like he could use a long rest at any given moment. He also wears a silver necklace with a stylized moon on it and similar piercings on his right ear. He his a silver armband hat he wears over his clothes on his right forearm. His jewelry glows when he casts a spell. He also has a scarf of similar tone to his jerkin, a Bag of Holding, a wooden staff with a silver bauble at one end. His face is mostly clear of stubble and Flanne prides himself of his cleanliness.
*Flanne looks pretty young* "The Invulnerable Coat of Arnd. It's supposed to be somewhere in "the belly of stars," wherever that is." Flanne slumps on the table, and a scroll rolls away.
He grabs it, then hands it back " 'Belly of the stars', hmm, is that a place?"
"Thanks, And I'm assuming so. My only lead is that a lair of an emerald dragon has the same name. Sadly, this emerald dragon hasn't been seen in over a century." Flanne groans and fiddles with his ring again.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*good morning everyone, I am in a bit of a panicky mood right now because i have presentations, tests, and a job interview today. Please do wish me luck*
Oval was going to be in stasis because im sending them on a adventure.
Adder was laying in the slightly premia-frozen grass. He was staring at the sky and holding up his hands to the sky to block out the sun above him. He closed one eye and sighed, trying to block the sun from blinding him.
Allison was outside. She was shining a pure light from her hand, melting the frost off of her small garden out in the iron desert. She chuckled as a small fower bloomed upwards as if to say "hello and thank you!"
Hornet was jogging outside. He was testing his strength by moving heavy boulders that were in the way of a path he was creating behind the tavern.
Thara watches this, holding a cup of coffee "impressive." *also best of luck my dude, you got this.*
*Thank you :) *
Hornet picks up the boulder with ease and chuckles to himself before setting it aside
*np! if I know anything about you'll is you'll do good! also what's his strength, so I can compare what Thara can do.* She sips her caffeine, "aah, I've never seen you here, are you new?"
*Considering he is a robotic being and doesn't get tired like humans, its around 25 while the multiplier is +10*
"I think I am" he chirped and grinned "Im hornet-58, pleasure to meet you"
*hers is 19 so maybe push the boulder on a good roll* "Thara, nice to meet you to" she puts a hand out."
He crouches down and sticks one of his gauntlet like fingers to shake back.
*Lol, he's 6'7-6'8*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*good morning everyone, I am in a bit of a panicky mood right now because i have presentations, tests, and a job interview today. Please do wish me luck*
Oval was going to be in stasis because im sending them on a adventure.
Adder was laying in the slightly premia-frozen grass. He was staring at the sky and holding up his hands to the sky to block out the sun above him. He closed one eye and sighed, trying to block the sun from blinding him.
Allison was outside. She was shining a pure light from her hand, melting the frost off of her small garden out in the iron desert. She chuckled as a small fower bloomed upwards as if to say "hello and thank you!"
Hornet was jogging outside. He was testing his strength by moving heavy boulders that were in the way of a path he was creating behind the tavern.
Thara watches this, holding a cup of coffee "impressive." *also best of luck my dude, you got this.*
*Thank you :) *
Hornet picks up the boulder with ease and chuckles to himself before setting it aside
*np! if I know anything about you'll is you'll do good! also what's his strength, so I can compare what Thara can do.* She sips her caffeine, "aah, I've never seen you here, are you new?"
*Considering he is a robotic being and doesn't get tired like humans, its around 25 while the multiplier is +10*
"I think I am" he chirped and grinned "Im hornet-58, pleasure to meet you"
*Nice D2 PFP Wendigo*
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Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
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)
*good morning everyone, I am in a bit of a panicky mood right now because i have presentations, tests, and a job interview today. Please do wish me luck*
Oval was going to be in stasis because im sending them on a adventure.
Adder was laying in the slightly premia-frozen grass. He was staring at the sky and holding up his hands to the sky to block out the sun above him. He closed one eye and sighed, trying to block the sun from blinding him.
Allison was outside. She was shining a pure light from her hand, melting the frost off of her small garden out in the iron desert. She chuckled as a small fower bloomed upwards as if to say "hello and thank you!"
Hornet was jogging outside. He was testing his strength by moving heavy boulders that were in the way of a path he was creating behind the tavern.
Thara watches this, holding a cup of coffee "impressive." *also best of luck my dude, you got this.*
*Thank you :) *
Hornet picks up the boulder with ease and chuckles to himself before setting it aside
*np! if I know anything about you'll is you'll do good! also what's his strength, so I can compare what Thara can do.* She sips her caffeine, "aah, I've never seen you here, are you new?"
*Considering he is a robotic being and doesn't get tired like humans, its around 25 while the multiplier is +10*
"I think I am" he chirped and grinned "Im hornet-58, pleasure to meet you"
*Nice D2 PFP Wendigo*
*Thank you my friend, here have a cat with a slice of cheese on it*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*guess I'll pause Gust.*
Spectacle walks near, "Hello there, you seem stressed. Not sure if coffee will help."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*What does spectacle look like?*
Flanne looks up "Yeah but..." He sighs. "I need to find this thing."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Ah, good morning my freands, my brain has been in overdrive all night last night.*
Wyatt is still asleep.
0verkill is slow.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
0verkill has no idea who to have as his third.
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.
*Is it weird that I only run one character? My brain hurts if I try any more than that.*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*description*
A magenta skinned Tiefling, 5'8", Eyes solely coloured gold, horns wavy & round their head holding the root of their hair, which is maroon in colour. They wear a form fitting red suit but they still look androgynous, red dress trousers, tap shoes & cane, clothing with white highlights & the cane has a handle like that of a rapier. they're gender fluid btw.
* i only need a basic description* "What is 'this thing you speak of?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*no, it's just if your like us & make 50 million characters you tend to want to play alot of them, it's fine, it can be hard to just switch characters & move to their personalities.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Thanks.*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*oof, sorry for you.*
Valian is looking through all the books of spells he can in the library, trying to cast what he finds interesting, so far being able to cast none.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*np!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Considering he is a robotic being and doesn't get tired like humans, its around 25 while the multiplier is +10*
"I think I am" he chirped and grinned "Im hornet-58, pleasure to meet you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Tavernpedia:*
5' 11', light skin tone, pale green eyes, curly brown hair cut short. Flanne is usually dressed in light green robes over a sand colored jerkin with white pants and undershirt, looks like he could use a long rest at any given moment. He also wears a silver necklace with a stylized moon on it and similar piercings on his right ear. He his a silver armband hat he wears over his clothes on his right forearm. His jewelry glows when he casts a spell. He also has a scarf of similar tone to his jerkin, a Bag of Holding, a wooden staff with a silver bauble at one end. His face is mostly clear of stubble and Flanne prides himself of his cleanliness.
*Flanne looks pretty young* "The Invulnerable Coat of Arnd. It's supposed to be somewhere in "the belly of stars," wherever that is." Flanne slumps on the table, and a scroll rolls away.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
He grabs it, then hands it back " 'Belly of the stars', hmm, is that a place?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Nice D2 PFP Wendigo*
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
*hers is 19 so maybe push the boulder on a good roll* "Thara, nice to meet you to" she puts a hand out."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Thanks, And I'm assuming so. My only lead is that a lair of an emerald dragon has the same name. Sadly, this emerald dragon hasn't been seen in over a century." Flanne groans and fiddles with his ring again.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
He crouches down and sticks one of his gauntlet like fingers to shake back.
*Lol, he's 6'7-6'8*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
*Good morning all*
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)
*Thank you my friend, here have a cat with a slice of cheese on it*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]