Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
Tara just lets it sit there while looking concernedly at Maxwell.
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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.
A mysterious armored figure walks into the tavern and sits on a stool near the bar. A nearly unintelligible voice echoes from within "a roasted leg of hog, please."
the word waffles or fire
Lol. Thatll work
Tefeerinn seems to watch them a quick moment *The food is assumed to be brought*
The armored figure brings the food close to their stomach, then opens a gaping mouth from the suit of armor. They quickly devour the food, bones and all. "Nothing like a good roast to start the day off right."
"Jeez, and I thought I was well-traveled. Wanna head back inside?"
"Sure thing."
She grabbed onto his arm. "Alright, do your little teleportation thing."
"Alright," he dimension doors them back to the tavern
She chuckled as they teleported. "I need to learn a teleportation spell. It'd make my life much easier sometimes."
"I might be able to teach you, maybe we can look over my notes sometime."
"Sure! But let's get your creature back from the dead first, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"I think he will," he pulls a spellbook out of his jacket and flips to the find familiar page resummoning Q'ilbrith.
He lights a small fire on the table, then drops something into the flames. They turn pure white and slowly die out. A sulfuric smell permeates the air as the tiny fire begins smoking profusely and that smoke coalesces into Q'ilbrith. He stretches a little bit before slapping Krathian with an electrically charged tentacle. "That's for chucking me into the void." he says
"Sorry," Krathian responds, "I thought it was a portal."
"...jerk."
Krathian rolls his eyes and looks back at Wolfe. "I have several other useful spells if you'd like to look into magicks other than teleportation."
"Nah, I'm not very reliant on magic much, and teleportation more or less just for convenience for me."
"Very well, dimension door it is." he flips to a page in his spellbook. "Now the basic principle is that you need to strike these frequencies on the weave through verbal intonation. I generally do it by muttering gibberish (it comes easily to me) but to you as a bard, singing would probably work best for you."
She looks over the page, looking at the frequencies she needs. "Hmm, alright, I'll see if I can teleport across the room. how about I try this?" She pulled out her guitar, strumming the strings that match the frequencies required.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
Tara just lets it sit there while looking concernedly at Maxwell.
Max looks at it, reaching over and picking it up.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
Tara just lets it sit there while looking concernedly at Maxwell.
The owl also stares at Maxwell. A voiceless telepathy enters Tara's mind SIgh.... Did the owl do that?
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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)
A mysterious armored figure walks into the tavern and sits on a stool near the bar. A nearly unintelligible voice echoes from within "a roasted leg of hog, please."
the word waffles or fire
Lol. Thatll work
Tefeerinn seems to watch them a quick moment *The food is assumed to be brought*
The armored figure brings the food close to their stomach, then opens a gaping mouth from the suit of armor. They quickly devour the food, bones and all. "Nothing like a good roast to start the day off right."
"... What might you be?"
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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)
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
Tara just lets it sit there while looking concernedly at Maxwell.
Max looks at it, reaching over and picking it up.
It attempts to sidehop this
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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)
A mysterious armored figure walks into the tavern and sits on a stool near the bar. A nearly unintelligible voice echoes from within "a roasted leg of hog, please."
the word waffles or fire
Lol. Thatll work
Tefeerinn seems to watch them a quick moment *The food is assumed to be brought*
The armored figure brings the food close to their stomach, then opens a gaping mouth from the suit of armor. They quickly devour the food, bones and all. "Nothing like a good roast to start the day off right."
"Jeez, and I thought I was well-traveled. Wanna head back inside?"
"Sure thing."
She grabbed onto his arm. "Alright, do your little teleportation thing."
"Alright," he dimension doors them back to the tavern
She chuckled as they teleported. "I need to learn a teleportation spell. It'd make my life much easier sometimes."
"I might be able to teach you, maybe we can look over my notes sometime."
"Sure! But let's get your creature back from the dead first, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"I think he will," he pulls a spellbook out of his jacket and flips to the find familiar page resummoning Q'ilbrith.
He lights a small fire on the table, then drops something into the flames. They turn pure white and slowly die out. A sulfuric smell permeates the air as the tiny fire begins smoking profusely and that smoke coalesces into Q'ilbrith. He stretches a little bit before slapping Krathian with an electrically charged tentacle. "That's for chucking me into the void." he says
"Sorry," Krathian responds, "I thought it was a portal."
"...jerk."
Krathian rolls his eyes and looks back at Wolfe. "I have several other useful spells if you'd like to look into magicks other than teleportation."
"Nah, I'm not very reliant on magic much, and teleportation more or less just for convenience for me."
"Very well, dimension door it is." he flips to a page in his spellbook. "Now the basic principle is that you need to strike these frequencies on the weave through verbal intonation. I generally do it by muttering gibberish (it comes easily to me) but to you as a bard, singing would probably work best for you."
She looks over the page, looking at the frequencies she needs. "Hmm, alright, I'll see if I can teleport across the room. how about I try this?" She pulled out her guitar, strumming the strings that match the frequencies required.
It doesn't work. "You might want to try vocalizing as well,"
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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.
A mysterious armored figure walks into the tavern and sits on a stool near the bar. A nearly unintelligible voice echoes from within "a roasted leg of hog, please."
the word waffles or fire
Lol. Thatll work
Tefeerinn seems to watch them a quick moment *The food is assumed to be brought*
The armored figure brings the food close to their stomach, then opens a gaping mouth from the suit of armor. They quickly devour the food, bones and all. "Nothing like a good roast to start the day off right."
"... What might you be?"
"Who knows!"
"Have a name, then?"
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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)
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
Tara just lets it sit there while looking concernedly at Maxwell.
Max looks at it, reaching over and picking it up.
It attempts to sidehop this
Maxwell was giving off rather off vibes, his eyes seemed far away. He tries to get it.
*stress, even a little, messes him up*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
Tara just lets it sit there while looking concernedly at Maxwell.
The owl also stares at Maxwell. A voiceless telepathy enters Tara's mind SIgh.... Did the owl do that?
"I believe it did, who is this?"
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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.
A mysterious armored figure walks into the tavern and sits on a stool near the bar. A nearly unintelligible voice echoes from within "a roasted leg of hog, please."
the word waffles or fire
Lol. Thatll work
Tefeerinn seems to watch them a quick moment *The food is assumed to be brought*
The armored figure brings the food close to their stomach, then opens a gaping mouth from the suit of armor. They quickly devour the food, bones and all. "Nothing like a good roast to start the day off right."
"... What might you be?"
"Who knows!"
*Anyone ever played deaths door? The character's design is largely based off of this enemy:
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
Tara just lets it sit there while looking concernedly at Maxwell.
Max looks at it, reaching over and picking it up.
It attempts to sidehop this
Maxwell was giving off rather off vibes, his eyes seemed far away. He tries to get it.
*stress, even a little, messes him up*
It flies higher "HOOT!"
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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)
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
Tara just lets it sit there while looking concernedly at Maxwell.
The owl also stares at Maxwell. A voiceless telepathy enters Tara's mind SIgh.... Did the owl do that?
"I believe it did, who is this?"
Im Enethia..... That owl is my familiar, Roffigirrte.... Want me to come get him?
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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)
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
Tara just lets it sit there while looking concernedly at Maxwell.
The owl also stares at Maxwell. A voiceless telepathy enters Tara's mind SIgh.... Did the owl do that?
"I believe it did, who is this?"
Im Enethia..... That owl is my familiar, Roffigirrte.... Want me to come get him?
"Yes please, it seems to be ... frustrating Maxwell. He doesn't look ok."
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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.
A mysterious armored figure walks into the tavern and sits on a stool near the bar. A nearly unintelligible voice echoes from within "a roasted leg of hog, please."
the word waffles or fire
Lol. Thatll work
Tefeerinn seems to watch them a quick moment *The food is assumed to be brought*
The armored figure brings the food close to their stomach, then opens a gaping mouth from the suit of armor. They quickly devour the food, bones and all. "Nothing like a good roast to start the day off right."
"... What might you be?"
"Who knows!"
"Have a name, then?"
"My name's Salvador, but my friends call me the Jaw."
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
Tara just lets it sit there while looking concernedly at Maxwell.
Max looks at it, reaching over and picking it up.
It attempts to sidehop this
Maxwell was giving off rather off vibes, his eyes seemed far away. He tries to get it.
*stress, even a little, messes him up*
It flies higher "HOOT!"
*plllllllllllt, say Maxwell were to snap out his hand to grab The owl out of the air? Would that be dex?*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Heres my character for the new tavern, at least one of them. I have no clue how i want them to look, so heres my chaotic description :D*
An 8 foot tall figure enters the tavern, his skin a crimson red. Two horns sprout from his short black hair, about a foot long. He wears a black cloth jacket, with a white undershirt. The jacket doesn't look to be made for their bulky form, his scar ridden arms extending past it, so the sleeves only reach to around their mid forearms. Their fingers are tipped with a sharp, inch long claw. On their hip is a long sheathed katana, and on their back is a large kanabo. They look around the room with their bright yellow eyes, not speaking yet. After they have fully taken in the environment, they smile and nod before sitting at the bar
Tara just lets it sit there while looking concernedly at Maxwell.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
The armored figure brings the food close to their stomach, then opens a gaping mouth from the suit of armor. They quickly devour the food, bones and all. "Nothing like a good roast to start the day off right."
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
Max was with Tara, on the edge of have a mental break [Ex-Veteran]
Elliot was outside, hanging from a branch upside down. [Thief]
Azel was studying common, [Fish boi]
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She looks over the page, looking at the frequencies she needs. "Hmm, alright, I'll see if I can teleport across the room. how about I try this?" She pulled out her guitar, strumming the strings that match the frequencies required.
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.
Max looks at it, reaching over and picking it up.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The owl also stares at Maxwell. A voiceless telepathy enters Tara's mind SIgh.... Did the owl do that?
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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"... What might you be?"
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)
It attempts to sidehop this
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)
"Who knows!"
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
It doesn't work. "You might want to try vocalizing as well,"
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"
"Have a name, then?"
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)
Maxwell was giving off rather off vibes, his eyes seemed far away. He tries to get it.
*stress, even a little, messes him up*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I believe it did, who is this?"
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"
*Anyone ever played deaths door? The character's design is largely based off of this enemy:
*
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
It flies higher "HOOT!"
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)
Im Enethia..... That owl is my familiar, Roffigirrte.... Want me to come get him?
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)
"Yes please, it seems to be ... frustrating Maxwell. He doesn't look ok."
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"
"My name's Salvador, but my friends call me the Jaw."
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
*plllllllllllt, say Maxwell were to snap out his hand to grab The owl out of the air? Would that be dex?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Heres my character for the new tavern, at least one of them. I have no clue how i want them to look, so heres my chaotic description :D*
An 8 foot tall figure enters the tavern, his skin a crimson red. Two horns sprout from his short black hair, about a foot long. He wears a black cloth jacket, with a white undershirt. The jacket doesn't look to be made for their bulky form, his scar ridden arms extending past it, so the sleeves only reach to around their mid forearms. Their fingers are tipped with a sharp, inch long claw. On their hip is a long sheathed katana, and on their back is a large kanabo. They look around the room with their bright yellow eyes, not speaking yet. After they have fully taken in the environment, they smile and nod before sitting at the bar
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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