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.
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 Characters (Outdated)
*AAaaaaaannnnnnnnnnd Another character to the scrappile wastelands*
*The one who flew in on the spectwing? If I missed a response, I'm sorry. Trying to follow two or three separate convos with the same character, lol*
*Yup...*
*OOOooooooo...Too bad. Why scrapping her?*
*Just.... Ugh. No real ideas. Nowhere the interaction could really go. Im stupid. Ill probably reuse a similar intro later*
*Fair enough. Kinda how I felt with Egrien and Reirlin, although I didn't really have backstories or personalities for them either, so... May be reintroed later in the same way I did before, once I get a better grasp on them.*
*-sigh- Alright, Alaric. If Cyno's on, what level was the spell?*
*Innate magic. Its level 8*
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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 Characters (Outdated)
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Soldaer walks directly over to her. You did amazing, dear. Now though, I'm guessing you wouldn't say no to a bit of healing magic, would you? He asks, joking to cover up his concern at her wounds.
She smiles "Why thank and yes i would please, as fast as possible" she said. Tink flaps her wings and lands on Soldaer's head while Bonk sits on Shade's back like a tiny dragon cowbot riding off into the sunset on the giant fey beast.
Soldaer glances over at them quickly, and chuckles at their continued antics, before turning his attention back to Oscar. He lays a hand on her chest, where most of the wounds seem to be, and his hands starts glowing slightly as he mutters a few words in druidic under his breath.
(7th level Cure wounds: 38)
(HP: 189/202)
She seems to be in less pain now, still a little sore but in less pain. She sits up, examining her spot from where she was and staring her blood that soaked through the fabric of the couch. "I might have to pay them for a new sofa" she joked, knowing she would pay anyways.
Soldaer chuckles. "With how many magic users are in here, I'm sure someone can clean it up." He looks her over again. "If you need it, I have more spells ready that I can use."
She chuckles "Ill be fine, besides i need something to do inside while i heal" she said and smiled. She reached up and plucked Tink off of his head and petted the Pseudodragon.
Soldaer shrugs, smiling. You're welcome to stay in my room. You know I've got plenty of things to keep us entertained. He chuckles, smiling slyly.
She punches him gently "Im bleeding right now, Keep them thoughts to yourself Lover" she said
Soldaer laughs. I wasn't talking about right now, and you know it, dear. There are plenty of non-strenuous things we can do while you rest.
"Yes, like im going to nap for six hours on the floor" She said and tried to stand up, wincing a bit,
"Woah there, dear." He says aloud. "Let me help you up." He moves so that she can rest her arm around his shoulders, supporting her a bit.
"Ill be fine" she said and chuckled "But i thank you for the help"
Of course, dear. He says with a genuine, but worried smile. I'm definitely going to need to help you up the stairs, and don't you dare try and go all independent on me!
"I swear to the gods, I shall be fine" she said "Besides, I cast healing upon myself"
Soldaer chuckles. I may be only a Druid, but I know the ways of other mages well. By the spells you were slinging you are either a sorcerer or wizard, but considering I saw no spellbook that you were reciting spells from, I'd say sorcerer. If I'm not mistaken, sorcerers are pretty much purely offense in nature, with no healing, so...." He smiles, oddly touched that she would try and cover that up, but knowing full well that his logic was pretty much unassailable. I don't doubt you'll be fine, dear, but you still need to be careful, which means LETTING ME HELP YOU! He yells, but he maintains a joking tone so that Oscar knows he's not angry in the least.
She sticks out her tongue "Fine,... I don't have m a n y healing spells, pretty much none. But ill be fine, like I said before. But.... Thank you for helping me" she said and smiled warmly
He sticks his tongue right back out at her. You are a stubborn one, aren't you, my love? He asks jokingly, a warm smile on his face as he helps lead her back upstairs to his room.
She shrugs "Maybe I am, Maybe I am not" she says and points to a door with a warding rune burnt on it "This one is mine" she said and chuckled.
The room was small and made of dark wood with a intricate painted ceiling of some sort of mirroring plane to this. A bed is in the corner of the room, the main wall has a fireplace that glows a ghostly blue whenever a fire inside is lit. A crown-helmet of sorts sits on the mantle, it has three metal horns protruding out of it. Millions of books, tomes, and scroll are piled in one corner of the room, the corner is also covered in maps Oscar hand drew with such precise accuracy. The single window is covered in different planet curling up the window frame or sitting in their respective pots. A desk sits by her bed, it is covered in papers and books. Newspaper scraps with the name "Alleck" cover it as well. She smiles "Home sweet home"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*AAaaaaaannnnnnnnnnd Another character to the scrappile wastelands*
*The one who flew in on the spectwing? If I missed a response, I'm sorry. Trying to follow two or three separate convos with the same character, lol*
*Yup...*
*OOOooooooo...Too bad. Why scrapping her?*
*Just.... Ugh. No real ideas. Nowhere the interaction could really go. Im stupid. Ill probably reuse a similar intro later*
*Fair enough. Kinda how I felt with Egrien and Reirlin, although I didn't really have backstories or personalities for them either, so... May be reintroed later in the same way I did before, once I get a better grasp on them.*
*I just suck at characters.*
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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)
Wolfe is sitting on a couch, looking rabid and tears fall from her eyes.
Wyatt watches the giant bird and Phantom from the roof.
-insert whoever, my brain is melted at this point in the day-
Krathian sits down next to her, concerned. "Wolfe, what happened? Are you ok?"
She stares off into the distance, seemingly in her mind own mind right now.
"Wolfe? Are you ok?"
-insert the Atemos and Wolfe argument about halfway through-
*So she tells him about it? Or you're just giving me context OOC (I already read the second half of the argument.)*
*Yep, context, I was more or less trying to imply that was the point he came in on.*
*Ah okay.*
He tentatively puts a hand on her shoulder (the one without the eye) "Wolfe?" he says, a little louder this time.
No reaction, she seems to be under some sort of spell.
*The argument is ongoing right?*
He mentally probes her mind to see what's going on
*Yep, just waiting for Cyno to respond.*
Unless he's familiar with Atemos, it just seems like a guy is messing with Wolfe right now.
*They haven't met, but Krathian has a way of picking up on reputation, such as the fact that Atemos hates werewolves.*
*How would he find that out IC? Not really anything discussed often*
*Hm, I guess not. That statement was made on the assumption that the tavern has a tightly knit community, and since he and Q'ilbrith do pretty much nothing but sit around and listen to conversations all day, (as a human information sifter) he picks up on whatever scraps of rumors are heard about the other patrons.
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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.
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but really, I'm alright." He seems mildly nervous around Soldaer
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
Soldaer raises and eyebrow at Fin's comment.
24 insight check.
*Because of that awesome roll, he notices two things about Fin. First, Fin is mildly afraid of magic, lending a potential reason as to why he's nervous around Soldaer. The second is this: he is attracted to Oscar, which is partially why he offered his help. Though when he did he had no idea that Soldaer and Oscar were together. Now he's caught in what is - for him - a very awkward situation.*
*WHEEZE*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Thatd succeed, but Id wait for Cyno in a sec. Atemos may react*
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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)
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but really, I'm alright." He seems mildly nervous around Soldaer
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
Soldaer raises and eyebrow at Fin's comment.
24 insight check.
*Because of that awesome roll, he notices two things about Fin. First, Fin is mildly afraid of magic, lending a potential reason as to why he's nervous around Soldaer. The second is this: he is attracted to Oscar, which is partially why he offered his help. Though when he did he had no idea that Soldaer and Oscar were together. Now he's caught in what is - for him - a very awkward situation.*
*WHEEZE*
*Thank you for the feedback Lawrence that was touching.*
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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.
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but really, I'm alright." He seems mildly nervous around Soldaer
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
Soldaer raises and eyebrow at Fin's comment.
24 insight check.
*Because of that awesome roll, he notices two things about Fin. First, Fin is mildly afraid of magic, lending a potential reason as to why he's nervous around Soldaer. The second is this: he is attracted to Oscar, which is partially why he offered his help. Though when he did he had no idea that Soldaer and Oscar were together. Now he's caught in what is - for him - a very awkward situation.*
*WHEEZE*
*Thank you for the feedback Lawrence that was touching.*
*Thank you, I am Mr Touchy... wait I gotta change that title. No wonder im not allowed near schools*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but really, I'm alright." He seems mildly nervous around Soldaer
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
Soldaer raises and eyebrow at Fin's comment.
24 insight check.
*Because of that awesome roll, he notices two things about Fin. First, Fin is mildly afraid of magic, lending a potential reason as to why he's nervous around Soldaer. The second is this: he is attracted to Oscar, which is partially why he offered his help. Though when he did he had no idea that Soldaer and Oscar were together. Now he's caught in what is - for him - a very awkward situation.*
*WHEEZE*
*Thank you for the feedback Lawrence that was touching.*
*Keep in mind that all of this is now laid bare to Soldaer's perception, for him to do what he will with it.*
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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.
Oscar comes back into the tavern. She limps a little. Cuts cover her chest and stomach as she had been almost sliced open. She winces as she flops down on a sofa, having little care if she bleeds through the cushions and fabric. Tink and Bonk accompany her and boop her face to keep her awake.
Fin walks over and clears his throat. "Need a little help with that?"
"You look like your in pain yourself there friend" she said and chuckled. *If i am right, this is the halfling yes?* She points to Soldaer and Osmar "Osmar, Soldaer, meet halfling"
"I'm alright, three days off of a painful crash." he rolls his shoulder and cracks his neck. "I'm Fin, no magician but I'm actually a medic. So, y'know, I can help..."
"A healer in need of a healer." She chuckled and sat up. "Soldaer can help you, if he wants to."
"I'll be fine, really, it's just a couple of bruises. You're the one who's bleeding out."
Soldaer turns his pale, almost mint green eyes to Fin. "I'll heal you once we're done with Oscar." He says.
"Really it's unnecessary, thank you for the offer however."
Soldaer nods "I'm willing, but won't force you to let me heal you." He says with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but really, I'm alright." He seems mildly nervous around Soldaer
Soldaer blinks, and chuckles a little bit. "There's no reason to be nervous. I may look like a Drow, but I assure you, I'm not. I'm a Twilight Elf." He shrugs. "Haven't had anyone this nervous around me in years." He says under his breath, more to himself than anyone.
*Sorry, missed that lol.*
He laughs "Nervous? Why would I be nervous, I have no quarrel with drow."
*Feel free to roll insight if you like*
Soldaer raises and eyebrow at Fin's comment.
24 insight check.
*Because of that awesome roll, he notices two things about Fin. First, Fin is mildly afraid of magic, lending a potential reason as to why he's nervous around Soldaer. The second is this: he is attracted to Oscar, which is partially why he offered his help. Though when he did he had no idea that Soldaer and Oscar were together. Now he's caught in what is - for him - a very awkward situation.*
*WHEEZE*
*Thank you for the feedback Lawrence that was touching.*
*Thank you, I am Mr Touchy... wait I gotta change that title. No wonder im not allowed near schools*
*XD*
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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.
"...YOU [1GP]!" A hand shoots up and grips Poppy's throat, the hand turns to a werewolf hand. For the grapple: 19
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.
The person in the bronze suit glances over as his clockwork canary tries to play with the pseudodragon.
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.
*Nope. Its dominate monster. Poppy has to ROLL to dispel it*
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)
*Fair enough. Kinda how I felt with Egrien and Reirlin, although I didn't really have backstories or personalities for them either, so... May be reintroed later in the same way I did before, once I get a better grasp on them.*
*-sigh- Alright, Alaric. If Cyno's on, what level was the spell?*
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.
Poppy lets out a small squeek before she's grabbed, grabbing wolfe's wrist to keep from being choked
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
*Innate magic. Its level 8*
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)
The pseudodragon tilts its head and blinks at it with bright green eyes
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She shrugs "Maybe I am, Maybe I am not" she says and points to a door with a warding rune burnt on it "This one is mine" she said and chuckled.
The room was small and made of dark wood with a intricate painted ceiling of some sort of mirroring plane to this. A bed is in the corner of the room, the main wall has a fireplace that glows a ghostly blue whenever a fire inside is lit. A crown-helmet of sorts sits on the mantle, it has three metal horns protruding out of it. Millions of books, tomes, and scroll are piled in one corner of the room, the corner is also covered in maps Oscar hand drew with such precise accuracy. The single window is covered in different planet curling up the window frame or sitting in their respective pots. A desk sits by her bed, it is covered in papers and books. Newspaper scraps with the name "Alleck" cover it as well. She smiles "Home sweet home"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I just suck at characters.*
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)
*Have to pause this, we can continue if your roll is successful. If not, we can just retcon.*
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.
*Hm, I guess not. That statement was made on the assumption that the tavern has a tightly knit community, and since he and Q'ilbrith do pretty much nothing but sit around and listen to conversations all day, (as a human information sifter) he picks up on whatever scraps of rumors are heard about the other patrons.
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"
*Oh ok:*
18
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
*WHEEZE*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Thatd succeed, but Id wait for Cyno in a sec. Atemos may react*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*Thank you for the feedback Lawrence that was touching.*
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"
*After checking Cyno's account, it seems they went off for now.*
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.
*Thank you, I am Mr Touchy... wait I gotta change that title. No wonder im not allowed near schools*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Keep in mind that all of this is now laid bare to Soldaer's perception, for him to do what he will with it.*
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"
*XD*
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"