Therens body is propped up against a wall outside the tavern. His cloak is covering an ugly stab wound in his chest and his bow is laid across his lap.
Es going to pick up the body, taking it a bit further into the woods. She strips him of any items except clothing, before slowly muttering in elvish "May you smile in the end." Before beginning to bury the body
The only thing he has on him is his forest green cloak, short sword engraved with elvish runes, and his oak wood bow.
She takes these items back to the tavern, casting identify
The cloak has a silver clasp with words engraved in it. They say, The last enemy to be destroyed will be thyself. The short sword glows blue when orcs or goblins are around. The oak wood bow seems to be handmade with thorns carved into it
She calls out "Does anyone here know a way to contact Therens next of kin?"
Ares pops up outa nowhere. "Whats up?"
"You... Know what happened to him, correct?"
"No...? Whats going on E?" Ares sounds scared
"Hes... Gone. For good...."
"No no no no." he says shaking his head. "Y-you gotta be joking..."
"I wish I was..." She holds his stuff out to Ares
Ares shakes his head. "Keep it. I'll never be able to be even close to the ranger that he was. I just hope he died a hero's death."
"... Ares... Youre his next of kin. What belonged to him is yours... But if you want me to keep it I can"
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Soldaer smiles, stepping out of the dancing position with Oscar, and clapping twice. The floor about ten feet away from the foot of his bed shifts and opens, and a small table and two comfortable chairs rise up out of the floor. "Thank you for the compliment, Oscar." he gestures to the chairs. "Have a seat and tell me what you'd like to drink. I probably have anything short of that poison the dwarves call Gutbuster." He says with a laugh.
She chuckles "Don't take me lightly when i drink though i would say i have more refined tastes, Though i don't know if berry wines from under-dark are considered refined tastes." she said and sat down, she held her head in her hand, watching him with her crystal pale-blue eyes. "Mnnn, what do you have" she asked.
Soldaer smiles. "I have just about anything, although I myself am rather partial to the 1378 Wolf Moon vintage of Feywine I have and 1592 Hespelioran Whiskey."
"ooh, Wolf moon wine sounds excellent" she said and smiled. She raised a hand as a wineglass appeared in her hand seemingly from thin air.
Soldaer smiles, and turns back towards the pantry, returning a few moments later with a glass of his own, and a full bottle of Feywine. "This is by far one of the vintages my people have made, and it's over 400 years old. Don't ask how much it cost, but I actually have about a dozen or so bottle of it." He explains, as he pours some into both of their glasses.
*brb, gonna add Oscar to the tavernpedia*
"Now i curious to ask" she said and chuckled, taking a sip. She seems to choke a bit "how is this so good?!" she said and smiled. She smiles at Soldaer "You see, this is why i am attracted, You have good tastes compared to other guys"
*No worries.*
Soldaer chuckles. "Well, I'll just say this: What do you think happened to the hoard of the dragon over there?" He gestures to the green dragon head on his wall. And you are attracted to me, hmm? Well, what are you going to do about it? He asks with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
She chuckles, staring at him "Im not sure, what should we?" she asked, a sly smile on her face
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Therens body is propped up against a wall outside the tavern. His cloak is covering an ugly stab wound in his chest and his bow is laid across his lap.
Es going to pick up the body, taking it a bit further into the woods. She strips him of any items except clothing, before slowly muttering in elvish "May you smile in the end." Before beginning to bury the body
The only thing he has on him is his forest green cloak, short sword engraved with elvish runes, and his oak wood bow.
She takes these items back to the tavern, casting identify
The cloak has a silver clasp with words engraved in it. They say, The last enemy to be destroyed will be thyself. The short sword glows blue when orcs or goblins are around. The oak wood bow seems to be handmade with thorns carved into it
She calls out "Does anyone here know a way to contact Therens next of kin?"
Ares pops up outa nowhere. "Whats up?"
"You... Know what happened to him, correct?"
"No...? Whats going on E?" Ares sounds scared
"Hes... Gone. For good...."
"No no no no." he says shaking his head. "Y-you gotta be joking..."
"I wish I was..." She holds his stuff out to Ares
Ares shakes his head. "Keep it. I'll never be able to be even close to the ranger that he was. I just hope he died a hero's death."
"... Ares... Youre his next of kin. What belonged to him is yours... But if you want me to keep it I can"
"Please just keep it. Give to Taceli or Avery. I know Theren forgave them both. I...i need to go." Ares walks off to the woods outside of the tavern
Therens body is propped up against a wall outside the tavern. His cloak is covering an ugly stab wound in his chest and his bow is laid across his lap.
Es going to pick up the body, taking it a bit further into the woods. She strips him of any items except clothing, before slowly muttering in elvish "May you smile in the end." Before beginning to bury the body
The only thing he has on him is his forest green cloak, short sword engraved with elvish runes, and his oak wood bow.
She takes these items back to the tavern, casting identify
The cloak has a silver clasp with words engraved in it. They say, The last enemy to be destroyed will be thyself. The short sword glows blue when orcs or goblins are around. The oak wood bow seems to be handmade with thorns carved into it
She calls out "Does anyone here know a way to contact Therens next of kin?"
Ares pops up outa nowhere. "Whats up?"
"You... Know what happened to him, correct?"
"No...? Whats going on E?" Ares sounds scared
"Hes... Gone. For good...."
"No no no no." he says shaking his head. "Y-you gotta be joking..."
"I wish I was..." She holds his stuff out to Ares
Ares shakes his head. "Keep it. I'll never be able to be even close to the ranger that he was. I just hope he died a hero's death."
"... Ares... Youre his next of kin. What belonged to him is yours... But if you want me to keep it I can"
"Please just keep it. Give to Taceli or Avery. I know Theren forgave them both. I...i need to go." Ares walks off to the woods outside of the tavern
She watches him a few moments "Be catious, little one...." She looks for either Taceli or Avery"
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Therens body is propped up against a wall outside the tavern. His cloak is covering an ugly stab wound in his chest and his bow is laid across his lap.
Es going to pick up the body, taking it a bit further into the woods. She strips him of any items except clothing, before slowly muttering in elvish "May you smile in the end." Before beginning to bury the body
The only thing he has on him is his forest green cloak, short sword engraved with elvish runes, and his oak wood bow.
She takes these items back to the tavern, casting identify
The cloak has a silver clasp with words engraved in it. They say, The last enemy to be destroyed will be thyself. The short sword glows blue when orcs or goblins are around. The oak wood bow seems to be handmade with thorns carved into it
She calls out "Does anyone here know a way to contact Therens next of kin?"
Ares pops up outa nowhere. "Whats up?"
"You... Know what happened to him, correct?"
"No...? Whats going on E?" Ares sounds scared
"Hes... Gone. For good...."
"No no no no." he says shaking his head. "Y-you gotta be joking..."
"I wish I was..." She holds his stuff out to Ares
Ares shakes his head. "Keep it. I'll never be able to be even close to the ranger that he was. I just hope he died a hero's death."
"... Ares... Youre his next of kin. What belonged to him is yours... But if you want me to keep it I can"
"Please just keep it. Give to Taceli or Avery. I know Theren forgave them both. I...i need to go." Ares walks off to the woods outside of the tavern
She watches him a few moments "Be catious, little one...." She looks for either Taceli or Avery"
Therens body is propped up against a wall outside the tavern. His cloak is covering an ugly stab wound in his chest and his bow is laid across his lap.
Es going to pick up the body, taking it a bit further into the woods. She strips him of any items except clothing, before slowly muttering in elvish "May you smile in the end." Before beginning to bury the body
The only thing he has on him is his forest green cloak, short sword engraved with elvish runes, and his oak wood bow.
She takes these items back to the tavern, casting identify
The cloak has a silver clasp with words engraved in it. They say, The last enemy to be destroyed will be thyself. The short sword glows blue when orcs or goblins are around. The oak wood bow seems to be handmade with thorns carved into it
She calls out "Does anyone here know a way to contact Therens next of kin?"
Ares pops up outa nowhere. "Whats up?"
"You... Know what happened to him, correct?"
"No...? Whats going on E?" Ares sounds scared
"Hes... Gone. For good...."
"No no no no." he says shaking his head. "Y-you gotta be joking..."
"I wish I was..." She holds his stuff out to Ares
Ares shakes his head. "Keep it. I'll never be able to be even close to the ranger that he was. I just hope he died a hero's death."
"... Ares... Youre his next of kin. What belonged to him is yours... But if you want me to keep it I can"
"Please just keep it. Give to Taceli or Avery. I know Theren forgave them both. I...i need to go." Ares walks off to the woods outside of the tavern
She watches him a few moments "Be catious, little one...." She looks for either Taceli or Avery"
*They're both in the tardis pillow fort
She kinda half knocks on it "Hello?"
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Therens body is propped up against a wall outside the tavern. His cloak is covering an ugly stab wound in his chest and his bow is laid across his lap.
Es going to pick up the body, taking it a bit further into the woods. She strips him of any items except clothing, before slowly muttering in elvish "May you smile in the end." Before beginning to bury the body
The only thing he has on him is his forest green cloak, short sword engraved with elvish runes, and his oak wood bow.
She takes these items back to the tavern, casting identify
The cloak has a silver clasp with words engraved in it. They say, The last enemy to be destroyed will be thyself. The short sword glows blue when orcs or goblins are around. The oak wood bow seems to be handmade with thorns carved into it
She calls out "Does anyone here know a way to contact Therens next of kin?"
Ares pops up outa nowhere. "Whats up?"
"You... Know what happened to him, correct?"
"No...? Whats going on E?" Ares sounds scared
"Hes... Gone. For good...."
"No no no no." he says shaking his head. "Y-you gotta be joking..."
"I wish I was..." She holds his stuff out to Ares
Ares shakes his head. "Keep it. I'll never be able to be even close to the ranger that he was. I just hope he died a hero's death."
"... Ares... Youre his next of kin. What belonged to him is yours... But if you want me to keep it I can"
"Please just keep it. Give to Taceli or Avery. I know Theren forgave them both. I...i need to go." Ares walks off to the woods outside of the tavern
She watches him a few moments "Be catious, little one...." She looks for either Taceli or Avery"
*They're both in the tardis pillow fort
She kinda half knocks on it "Hello?"
Theres a few moments of silence, before avery opens the blanket, "Hello?"
Therens body is propped up against a wall outside the tavern. His cloak is covering an ugly stab wound in his chest and his bow is laid across his lap.
Es going to pick up the body, taking it a bit further into the woods. She strips him of any items except clothing, before slowly muttering in elvish "May you smile in the end." Before beginning to bury the body
The only thing he has on him is his forest green cloak, short sword engraved with elvish runes, and his oak wood bow.
She takes these items back to the tavern, casting identify
The cloak has a silver clasp with words engraved in it. They say, The last enemy to be destroyed will be thyself. The short sword glows blue when orcs or goblins are around. The oak wood bow seems to be handmade with thorns carved into it
She calls out "Does anyone here know a way to contact Therens next of kin?"
Ares pops up outa nowhere. "Whats up?"
"You... Know what happened to him, correct?"
"No...? Whats going on E?" Ares sounds scared
"Hes... Gone. For good...."
"No no no no." he says shaking his head. "Y-you gotta be joking..."
"I wish I was..." She holds his stuff out to Ares
Ares shakes his head. "Keep it. I'll never be able to be even close to the ranger that he was. I just hope he died a hero's death."
"... Ares... Youre his next of kin. What belonged to him is yours... But if you want me to keep it I can"
"Please just keep it. Give to Taceli or Avery. I know Theren forgave them both. I...i need to go." Ares walks off to the woods outside of the tavern
She watches him a few moments "Be catious, little one...." She looks for either Taceli or Avery"
*They're both in the tardis pillow fort
She kinda half knocks on it "Hello?"
Theres a few moments of silence, before avery opens the blanket, "Hello?"
"Hi... You both... Are aware what happened to Theren, correct?"
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Therens body is propped up against a wall outside the tavern. His cloak is covering an ugly stab wound in his chest and his bow is laid across his lap.
Es going to pick up the body, taking it a bit further into the woods. She strips him of any items except clothing, before slowly muttering in elvish "May you smile in the end." Before beginning to bury the body
The only thing he has on him is his forest green cloak, short sword engraved with elvish runes, and his oak wood bow.
She takes these items back to the tavern, casting identify
The cloak has a silver clasp with words engraved in it. They say, The last enemy to be destroyed will be thyself. The short sword glows blue when orcs or goblins are around. The oak wood bow seems to be handmade with thorns carved into it
She calls out "Does anyone here know a way to contact Therens next of kin?"
Ares pops up outa nowhere. "Whats up?"
"You... Know what happened to him, correct?"
"No...? Whats going on E?" Ares sounds scared
"Hes... Gone. For good...."
"No no no no." he says shaking his head. "Y-you gotta be joking..."
"I wish I was..." She holds his stuff out to Ares
Ares shakes his head. "Keep it. I'll never be able to be even close to the ranger that he was. I just hope he died a hero's death."
"... Ares... Youre his next of kin. What belonged to him is yours... But if you want me to keep it I can"
"Please just keep it. Give to Taceli or Avery. I know Theren forgave them both. I...i need to go." Ares walks off to the woods outside of the tavern
She watches him a few moments "Be catious, little one...." She looks for either Taceli or Avery"
*They're both in the tardis pillow fort
She kinda half knocks on it "Hello?"
Theres a few moments of silence, before avery opens the blanket, "Hello?"
"Hi... You both... Are aware what happened to Theren, correct?"
"Well, taceli's been.... asleep fro a few weeks, so i haven't really checked on him all that much"
Soldaer smiles, stepping out of the dancing position with Oscar, and clapping twice. The floor about ten feet away from the foot of his bed shifts and opens, and a small table and two comfortable chairs rise up out of the floor. "Thank you for the compliment, Oscar." he gestures to the chairs. "Have a seat and tell me what you'd like to drink. I probably have anything short of that poison the dwarves call Gutbuster." He says with a laugh.
She chuckles "Don't take me lightly when i drink though i would say i have more refined tastes, Though i don't know if berry wines from under-dark are considered refined tastes." she said and sat down, she held her head in her hand, watching him with her crystal pale-blue eyes. "Mnnn, what do you have" she asked.
Soldaer smiles. "I have just about anything, although I myself am rather partial to the 1378 Wolf Moon vintage of Feywine I have and 1592 Hespelioran Whiskey."
"ooh, Wolf moon wine sounds excellent" she said and smiled. She raised a hand as a wineglass appeared in her hand seemingly from thin air.
Soldaer smiles, and turns back towards the pantry, returning a few moments later with a glass of his own, and a full bottle of Feywine. "This is by far one of the vintages my people have made, and it's over 400 years old. Don't ask how much it cost, but I actually have about a dozen or so bottle of it." He explains, as he pours some into both of their glasses.
*brb, gonna add Oscar to the tavernpedia*
"Now i curious to ask" she said and chuckled, taking a sip. She seems to choke a bit "how is this so good?!" she said and smiled. She smiles at Soldaer "You see, this is why i am attracted, You have good tastes compared to other guys"
*No worries.*
Soldaer chuckles. "Well, I'll just say this: What do you think happened to the hoard of the dragon over there?" He gestures to the green dragon head on his wall. And you are attracted to me, hmm? Well, what are you going to do about it? He asks with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
*and she has been added*
"Mn, ransacked perhaps" she said and took another sip of her wine before she raised her eyes to meet his "Im not sure, what do you think?" she asked and grinned a bit, tapping the glass against her teeth.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Therens body is propped up against a wall outside the tavern. His cloak is covering an ugly stab wound in his chest and his bow is laid across his lap.
Es going to pick up the body, taking it a bit further into the woods. She strips him of any items except clothing, before slowly muttering in elvish "May you smile in the end." Before beginning to bury the body
The only thing he has on him is his forest green cloak, short sword engraved with elvish runes, and his oak wood bow.
She takes these items back to the tavern, casting identify
The cloak has a silver clasp with words engraved in it. They say, The last enemy to be destroyed will be thyself. The short sword glows blue when orcs or goblins are around. The oak wood bow seems to be handmade with thorns carved into it
She calls out "Does anyone here know a way to contact Therens next of kin?"
Ares pops up outa nowhere. "Whats up?"
"You... Know what happened to him, correct?"
"No...? Whats going on E?" Ares sounds scared
"Hes... Gone. For good...."
"No no no no." he says shaking his head. "Y-you gotta be joking..."
"I wish I was..." She holds his stuff out to Ares
Ares shakes his head. "Keep it. I'll never be able to be even close to the ranger that he was. I just hope he died a hero's death."
"... Ares... Youre his next of kin. What belonged to him is yours... But if you want me to keep it I can"
"Please just keep it. Give to Taceli or Avery. I know Theren forgave them both. I...i need to go." Ares walks off to the woods outside of the tavern
She watches him a few moments "Be catious, little one...." She looks for either Taceli or Avery"
*They're both in the tardis pillow fort
She kinda half knocks on it "Hello?"
Theres a few moments of silence, before avery opens the blanket, "Hello?"
"Hi... You both... Are aware what happened to Theren, correct?"
"Well, taceli's been.... asleep fro a few weeks, so i haven't really checked on him all that much"
"He just... Died. To a cursed dagger Hes.... Gone forever"
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Therens body is propped up against a wall outside the tavern. His cloak is covering an ugly stab wound in his chest and his bow is laid across his lap.
Es going to pick up the body, taking it a bit further into the woods. She strips him of any items except clothing, before slowly muttering in elvish "May you smile in the end." Before beginning to bury the body
The only thing he has on him is his forest green cloak, short sword engraved with elvish runes, and his oak wood bow.
She takes these items back to the tavern, casting identify
The cloak has a silver clasp with words engraved in it. They say, The last enemy to be destroyed will be thyself. The short sword glows blue when orcs or goblins are around. The oak wood bow seems to be handmade with thorns carved into it
She calls out "Does anyone here know a way to contact Therens next of kin?"
Ares pops up outa nowhere. "Whats up?"
"You... Know what happened to him, correct?"
"No...? Whats going on E?" Ares sounds scared
"Hes... Gone. For good...."
"No no no no." he says shaking his head. "Y-you gotta be joking..."
"I wish I was..." She holds his stuff out to Ares
Ares shakes his head. "Keep it. I'll never be able to be even close to the ranger that he was. I just hope he died a hero's death."
"... Ares... Youre his next of kin. What belonged to him is yours... But if you want me to keep it I can"
"Please just keep it. Give to Taceli or Avery. I know Theren forgave them both. I...i need to go." Ares walks off to the woods outside of the tavern
She watches him a few moments "Be catious, little one...." She looks for either Taceli or Avery"
*They're both in the tardis pillow fort
She kinda half knocks on it "Hello?"
Theres a few moments of silence, before avery opens the blanket, "Hello?"
"Hi... You both... Are aware what happened to Theren, correct?"
"Well, taceli's been.... asleep fro a few weeks, so i haven't really checked on him all that much"
"He just... Died. To a cursed dagger Hes.... Gone forever"
"I.... um... thank you for telling me that. I'll notify taceli about it."
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.
Soldaer smiles, stepping out of the dancing position with Oscar, and clapping twice. The floor about ten feet away from the foot of his bed shifts and opens, and a small table and two comfortable chairs rise up out of the floor. "Thank you for the compliment, Oscar." he gestures to the chairs. "Have a seat and tell me what you'd like to drink. I probably have anything short of that poison the dwarves call Gutbuster." He says with a laugh.
She chuckles "Don't take me lightly when i drink though i would say i have more refined tastes, Though i don't know if berry wines from under-dark are considered refined tastes." she said and sat down, she held her head in her hand, watching him with her crystal pale-blue eyes. "Mnnn, what do you have" she asked.
Soldaer smiles. "I have just about anything, although I myself am rather partial to the 1378 Wolf Moon vintage of Feywine I have and 1592 Hespelioran Whiskey."
"ooh, Wolf moon wine sounds excellent" she said and smiled. She raised a hand as a wineglass appeared in her hand seemingly from thin air.
Soldaer smiles, and turns back towards the pantry, returning a few moments later with a glass of his own, and a full bottle of Feywine. "This is by far one of the vintages my people have made, and it's over 400 years old. Don't ask how much it cost, but I actually have about a dozen or so bottle of it." He explains, as he pours some into both of their glasses.
*brb, gonna add Oscar to the tavernpedia*
"Now i curious to ask" she said and chuckled, taking a sip. She seems to choke a bit "how is this so good?!" she said and smiled. She smiles at Soldaer "You see, this is why i am attracted, You have good tastes compared to other guys"
*No worries.*
Soldaer chuckles. "Well, I'll just say this: What do you think happened to the hoard of the dragon over there?" He gestures to the green dragon head on his wall. And you are attracted to me, hmm? Well, what are you going to do about it? He asks with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
*and she has been added*
"Mn, ransacked perhaps" she said and took another sip of her wine before she raised her eyes to meet his "Im not sure, what do you think?" she asked and grinned a bit, tapping the glass against her teeth.
Soldaer grins. "Just a little bit." He says with a slight laugh. I have a few ideas...
"... Ares... Youre his next of kin. What belonged to him is yours... But if you want me to keep it I can"
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)
She chuckles, staring at him "Im not sure, what should we?" she asked, a sly smile on her face
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Please just keep it. Give to Taceli or Avery. I know Theren forgave them both. I...i need to go." Ares walks off to the woods outside of the tavern
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She watches him a few moments "Be catious, little one...." She looks for either Taceli or Avery"
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)
*They're both in the tardis pillow fort
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
#FreeDND
Alric is excessivly drinking while staring at the void wall.
Albwin is reading in a corner of a tavern. The huge book covers his face.
[Slot open....for now. *evil laughter*]
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She kinda half knocks on it "Hello?"
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)
Theres a few moments of silence, before avery opens the blanket, "Hello?"
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
#FreeDND
"He... what?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I asked him to help you. He uh.... kinda tried to shoot himself with my gun after that."
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
#FreeDND
"Hi... You both... Are aware what happened to Theren, correct?"
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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"Well, taceli's been.... asleep fro a few weeks, so i haven't really checked on him all that much"
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
#FreeDND
*and she has been added*
"Mn, ransacked perhaps" she said and took another sip of her wine before she raised her eyes to meet his "Im not sure, what do you think?" she asked and grinned a bit, tapping the glass against her teeth.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Her voice turned into a squeak. "what"
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.
"He just... Died. To a cursed dagger Hes.... Gone forever"
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)
"Y-yeah, not a fun day."
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
#FreeDND
"I.... um... thank you for telling me that. I'll notify taceli about it."
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
#FreeDND
Flanne is looking for Spectacle. With his book.
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.
Oval is outside. They are spinning around in circles happily.
Allison is sitting at a table, reading.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Soldaer grins. "Just a little bit." He says with a slight laugh. I have a few ideas...