Albwin is laying down in a field staring at the sky.
Harveil is mending his net inside.
[Slot open]
*Heyo.*
Atemos is sitting outside by a tree with glowing carvings.
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A tabaxi walks in *at 80 ft a turn* wearing a stained lab coat. On his side is a bag of holding, nearly overflowing while the pocket holds numerous potions. They survey the tavern before ordering some orange juice at the counter.
*Truesight: The tabaxi's purple fur is a hard illusion and they are bald*
Atemos waves. “Hey Yactl. Long time no see.”
"Atemos? Fancy seeing you here... um... how is it going?"
“It’s going fine. Where have you been?”
"Helping a friend not become a monster. After that I went to my feywild house, sigil, ran a race, went to Mechanus, and... time got away from me........ How are you?"
“What friend? And I’ve been busy lately. Trying to sort out some demon things.”
"Aedwolf... I see. Is it hard to be a demon lord?" They say before asking, "If I may ask... not to intrude."
“It is. Very diffucult.”
"Um... Anyway I can help?" He says, not knowing what to do
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A tabaxi walks in *at 80 ft a turn* wearing a stained lab coat. On his side is a bag of holding, nearly overflowing while the pocket holds numerous potions. They survey the tavern before ordering some orange juice at the counter.
*Truesight: The tabaxi's purple fur is a hard illusion and they are bald*
Phantom is laying outside the tavern in the sun, in his dragon form.
Soldaer is in his room with E.
Yazrin is in the woods.
Elendon is back on the roof.
Yacatl is scared by the dragon outside, doesn't see Soldaer, waves to Yazrin and doesn't notice Elendon
"Who are you?" They ask to Yazrin
Yazrin spins, revealing himself to be a Drow wielding a Dragon Wing longbow made from blackened mushroom wood.
"Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan."
Yacatl is a bit worried by the drow. "Nice to meet you... I am Yacatl of... the feywild I guess.............. You're a noble?"
Yazrin chuckles. "Formerly. My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, leaving me a rogue. Being hunted by most of my people for Lloth's pleasure made me turn my back on her."
"Oh... Well, that is a better life than most drow I have met... You from Faerun?"
Yazrin smiles. "Yes. Same home city as Drizzt Do'Urden in fact. Even met him and Bruenor once."
"Intriguing... when did the house fall?"
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Eavalon is on the roof, smiling and watching the swords
Atemos shakes him awake.
He awakens,.looking around quickly
“Hey Nox, sorry to wake you up. Can I talk to you real quick?”
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"guess they didn't know it was because of a ritual, now, uh, could you let go?"
“Oh, sorry..” Atemos sits back. “That and.. I’m not always the best person.”
"Its fine, and would you relax, you seem to beat yourself up unnecessarily."
“I can’t help it! I tend to blame myself for a lot because I cause a lot of problems.”
"*sigh* there you go again," He stops as something comes to mind, changing the topic, "so what is Forlorn like?" He says this with a little bitterness but it comes out anyways
“Forlorn is super nice! I’ve never actually seen him mad, but he gets sad a lot. Before he fell, his title was Forlorn, Angel of Grief.”
"Another Fallen?!" He's taken aback by that.
Atemos nodded. “He’s a fallen planetar. Probably the nicest planetar I’ve met.”
"Planetar too! By the gods, wait planetar & title of Angel Of Grief? Guess that's something different over here, because at least in my world Angels & Planetars are different." He sits at the trunk of the tree Atemos was carving something in.
“Really? Planetars are usually types angels. Planetars, devas, and solars. What are planetars in your world?”
The tree has some glyphs carved into it that start to glow faintly *what’s his alignment?*
*NG*
"Well they're the warriors, or should I say defenders of the upper planes, they act as the armies of the gods should they ever be needed, while angels are the workers or helpers of the gods, like I was, man that was repetitive, how did I do that for so long," He says getting sidetracked.
A tabaxi walks in *at 80 ft a turn* wearing a stained lab coat. On his side is a bag of holding, nearly overflowing while the pocket holds numerous potions. They survey the tavern before ordering some orange juice at the counter.
*Truesight: The tabaxi's purple fur is a hard illusion and they are bald*
Phantom is laying outside the tavern in the sun, in his dragon form.
Soldaer is in his room with E.
Yazrin is in the woods.
Elendon is back on the roof.
Yacatl is scared by the dragon outside, doesn't see Soldaer, waves to Yazrin and doesn't notice Elendon
"Who are you?" They ask to Yazrin
Yazrin spins, revealing himself to be a Drow wielding a Dragon Wing longbow made from blackened mushroom wood.
"Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan."
Yacatl is a bit worried by the drow. "Nice to meet you... I am Yacatl of... the feywild I guess.............. You're a noble?"
Yazrin chuckles. "Formerly. My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, leaving me a rogue. Being hunted by most of my people for Lloth's pleasure made me turn my back on her."
"Oh... Well, that is a better life than most drow I have met... You from Faerun?"
Yazrin smiles. "Yes. Same home city as Drizzt Do'Urden in fact. Even met him and Bruenor once."
Ursula heard the mention of lolth, and started glaring at the drow.
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Eavalon is on the roof, smiling and watching the swords
Atemos shakes him awake.
He awakens,.looking around quickly
“Hey Nox, sorry to wake you up. Can I talk to you real quick?”
"You know thats no longer my name, Atemos. What about?"
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A tabaxi walks in *at 80 ft a turn* wearing a stained lab coat. On his side is a bag of holding, nearly overflowing while the pocket holds numerous potions. They survey the tavern before ordering some orange juice at the counter.
*Truesight: The tabaxi's purple fur is a hard illusion and they are bald*
Atemos waves. “Hey Yactl. Long time no see.”
"Atemos? Fancy seeing you here... um... how is it going?"
“It’s going fine. Where have you been?”
"Helping a friend not become a monster. After that I went to my feywild house, sigil, ran a race, went to Mechanus, and... time got away from me........ How are you?"
“What friend? And I’ve been busy lately. Trying to sort out some demon things.”
"Aedwolf... I see. Is it hard to be a demon lord?" They say before asking, "If I may ask... not to intrude."
“It is. Very diffucult.”
"Um... Anyway I can help?" He says, not knowing what to do
“Nah, it’s fine. I’m happy to drink with you though if you’d like.”
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A tabaxi walks in *at 80 ft a turn* wearing a stained lab coat. On his side is a bag of holding, nearly overflowing while the pocket holds numerous potions. They survey the tavern before ordering some orange juice at the counter.
*Truesight: The tabaxi's purple fur is a hard illusion and they are bald*
Phantom is laying outside the tavern in the sun, in his dragon form.
Soldaer is in his room with E.
Yazrin is in the woods.
Elendon is back on the roof.
Yacatl is scared by the dragon outside, doesn't see Soldaer, waves to Yazrin and doesn't notice Elendon
"Who are you?" They ask to Yazrin
Yazrin spins, revealing himself to be a Drow wielding a Dragon Wing longbow made from blackened mushroom wood.
"Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan."
Yacatl is a bit worried by the drow. "Nice to meet you... I am Yacatl of... the feywild I guess.............. You're a noble?"
Yazrin chuckles. "Formerly. My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, leaving me a rogue. Being hunted by most of my people for Lloth's pleasure made me turn my back on her."
"Oh... Well, that is a better life than most drow I have met... You from Faerun?"
Yazrin smiles. "Yes. Same home city as Drizzt Do'Urden in fact. Even met him and Bruenor once."
Ursula heard the mention of lolth, and started glaring at the drow.
Yacatl waves. "Something wrong?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A tabaxi walks in *at 80 ft a turn* wearing a stained lab coat. On his side is a bag of holding, nearly overflowing while the pocket holds numerous potions. They survey the tavern before ordering some orange juice at the counter.
*Truesight: The tabaxi's purple fur is a hard illusion and they are bald*
Atemos waves. “Hey Yactl. Long time no see.”
"Atemos? Fancy seeing you here... um... how is it going?"
“It’s going fine. Where have you been?”
"Helping a friend not become a monster. After that I went to my feywild house, sigil, ran a race, went to Mechanus, and... time got away from me........ How are you?"
“What friend? And I’ve been busy lately. Trying to sort out some demon things.”
"Aedwolf... I see. Is it hard to be a demon lord?" They say before asking, "If I may ask... not to intrude."
“It is. Very diffucult.”
"Um... Anyway I can help?" He says, not knowing what to do
“Nah, it’s fine. I’m happy to drink with you though if you’d like.”
"Sure... You want to pay for it or me? I could... make you something....... maybe a new fail?"
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"Well they're the warriors, or should I say defenders of the upper planes, they act as the armies of the gods should they ever be needed, while angels are the workers or helpers of the gods, like I was, man that was repetitive, how did I do that for so long," He says getting sidetracked.
The glyphs glow a bright white color.
Atemos nodded. “What about solars and devas?”
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"Obviously he mistreated her! Taking her from her home was mistreating her! Imagine thinking youre safe. In a space you call your own. Then someone comes and takes you out of it, starting a sequence of events that literally puts you in hell! How can you be expected to ever feel safe again?! Even without the hell part, its a terrifying thought. Creeps deserve no sort of mercy nor understanding. They deserve justice."
"And he got worse than he deserved, E. He was all but killed, E. I don't care what you say, death is NOT an appropriate response to kidnapping, especially when he didn't cause her any harm. And you also glossed right over what I said, E. He has the moral understanding of a FOUR YEAR OLD. Basically what you're saying is that if a four year old stole something he should be executed."
"Stealing can be justified. It depends on their reason. And I dont care how old he acts like he is, I care how old he IS. And he was ALMOST killed. Not killed. Hes been given a chance to learn his lesson now, but it doesnt make up for what.hes done. Hes made Valitya feel unsafe. You SAW how scared she was, and still is. He deserves to have that same fear. I care about Valitya so, so much. I understand her feelings. And youre here trying to defend the one who caused that fear. That anguish"
Soldaer's eyes narrow, and his voice takes on a cold tone that E hasn't heard directed towards her before. "I understand both sides here, E. Don't you doubt that for a minute. I know that, no matter her upbringing, Valitya is little more than a scared, young girl right now. I also know that Avery has little to no sense of right or wrong. Avery's patron is the one who is trying her best to teach him right and wrong, but, like a child, he doesn't understand why some things are fine, and others are wrong." He sighs, and seems to relax again, before draining the rest of his glass. "I'm gonna need a lot more to drink." He says, not even directing at E, almost as if he was thinking out loud.
Shes already drinking more, her eyes narrowing right back "Then his patron is doing a worse job than I would do as a parent. What do you expect me to do? Completely forgive him for what he did.to her? Act like it never happened?"
Soldaer sighs, shaking his head. He tosses her the open bottle of Blue Wolf, and retrieves the Fire Whiskey from the table where he left it. "I don't know E, ok? I don't know. I want to help him, but at the same time, everyone seems to have motives against him. I...I..." His voice trails off as he opens the bottle and pours himself a glass, filling the room with the smell of cinnamon, whiskey, and some unidentifiable spice.
"Maybe? Thats the name i always went by, so... its hard to figure out some stuff."
“I can try to use detect thoughts to find it for you if you’d like? Your subconscious should know it.”
"I... give me a few minutes to try and.... i guess look within or something"
Atemos nodded. “Take your time.”
Azazel takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. After a few minutes, something seems to click. (Since atemos has truesight, or atleast i think he does): A dark showy energy begins to eminate from azazel, forming some sort of being wrapped around him, though his main body is still the dominant part of it. Azazel opens his eyes, them now pitch black with purple pupils. He exhales, "I think i got it."
Atemos smiles. “Awesome. You had a cool spirit thing around you for a second there.”
"Oh really? Thats... peculier. Anyways, my true name."
"Maybe? Thats the name i always went by, so... its hard to figure out some stuff."
“I can try to use detect thoughts to find it for you if you’d like? Your subconscious should know it.”
"I... give me a few minutes to try and.... i guess look within or something"
Atemos nodded. “Take your time.”
Azazel takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. After a few minutes, something seems to click. (Since atemos has truesight, or atleast i think he does): A dark showy energy begins to eminate from azazel, forming some sort of being wrapped around him, though his main body is still the dominant part of it. Azazel opens his eyes, them now pitch black with purple pupils. He exhales, "I think i got it."
Atemos smiles. “Awesome. You had a cool spirit thing around you for a second there.”
"Oh really? Thats... peculier. Anyways, my true name."
“Tell it to me telepathically.”
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"Obviously he mistreated her! Taking her from her home was mistreating her! Imagine thinking youre safe. In a space you call your own. Then someone comes and takes you out of it, starting a sequence of events that literally puts you in hell! How can you be expected to ever feel safe again?! Even without the hell part, its a terrifying thought. Creeps deserve no sort of mercy nor understanding. They deserve justice."
"And he got worse than he deserved, E. He was all but killed, E. I don't care what you say, death is NOT an appropriate response to kidnapping, especially when he didn't cause her any harm. And you also glossed right over what I said, E. He has the moral understanding of a FOUR YEAR OLD. Basically what you're saying is that if a four year old stole something he should be executed."
"Stealing can be justified. It depends on their reason. And I dont care how old he acts like he is, I care how old he IS. And he was ALMOST killed. Not killed. Hes been given a chance to learn his lesson now, but it doesnt make up for what.hes done. Hes made Valitya feel unsafe. You SAW how scared she was, and still is. He deserves to have that same fear. I care about Valitya so, so much. I understand her feelings. And youre here trying to defend the one who caused that fear. That anguish"
Soldaer's eyes narrow, and his voice takes on a cold tone that E hasn't heard directed towards her before. "I understand both sides here, E. Don't you doubt that for a minute. I know that, no matter her upbringing, Valitya is little more than a scared, young girl right now. I also know that Avery has little to no sense of right or wrong. Avery's patron is the one who is trying her best to teach him right and wrong, but, like a child, he doesn't understand why some things are fine, and others are wrong." He sighs, and seems to relax again, before draining the rest of his glass. "I'm gonna need a lot more to drink." He says, not even directing at E, almost as if he was thinking out loud.
Shes already drinking more, her eyes narrowing right back "Then his patron is doing a worse job than I would do as a parent. What do you expect me to do? Completely forgive him for what he did.to her? Act like it never happened?"
Soldaer sighs, shaking his head. He tosses her the open bottle of Blue Wolf, and retrieves the Fire Whiskey from the table where he left it. "I don't know E, ok? I don't know. I want to help him, but at the same time, everyone seems to have motives against him. I...I..." His voice trails off as he opens the bottle and pours himself a glass, filling the room with the smell of cinnamon, whiskey, and some unidentifiable spice.
"He deserves not to be trusted. Not to die, but he definitely doesnt deserve to feel safe. People are against him for good reason"
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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 tabaxi walks in *at 80 ft a turn* wearing a stained lab coat. On his side is a bag of holding, nearly overflowing while the pocket holds numerous potions. They survey the tavern before ordering some orange juice at the counter.
*Truesight: The tabaxi's purple fur is a hard illusion and they are bald*
Phantom is laying outside the tavern in the sun, in his dragon form.
Soldaer is in his room with E.
Yazrin is in the woods.
Elendon is back on the roof.
Yacatl is scared by the dragon outside, doesn't see Soldaer, waves to Yazrin and doesn't notice Elendon
"Who are you?" They ask to Yazrin
Yazrin spins, revealing himself to be a Drow wielding a Dragon Wing longbow made from blackened mushroom wood.
"Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan."
Yacatl is a bit worried by the drow. "Nice to meet you... I am Yacatl of... the feywild I guess.............. You're a noble?"
Yazrin chuckles. "Formerly. My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, leaving me a rogue. Being hunted by most of my people for Lloth's pleasure made me turn my back on her."
"Oh... Well, that is a better life than most drow I have met... You from Faerun?"
Yazrin smiles. "Yes. Same home city as Drizzt Do'Urden in fact. Even met him and Bruenor once."
Ursula heard the mention of lolth, and started glaring at the drow.
Yacatl waves. "Something wrong?"
Ursula quickly turns back and starts knitting hats again, however, keeps watching them via spider eyes, and mutters something like, "oh-uhh. no, nothing. nothing at all."
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
A tabaxi walks in *at 80 ft a turn* wearing a stained lab coat. On his side is a bag of holding, nearly overflowing while the pocket holds numerous potions. They survey the tavern before ordering some orange juice at the counter.
*Truesight: The tabaxi's purple fur is a hard illusion and they are bald*
Phantom is laying outside the tavern in the sun, in his dragon form.
Soldaer is in his room with E.
Yazrin is in the woods.
Elendon is back on the roof.
Yacatl is scared by the dragon outside, doesn't see Soldaer, waves to Yazrin and doesn't notice Elendon
"Who are you?" They ask to Yazrin
Yazrin spins, revealing himself to be a Drow wielding a Dragon Wing longbow made from blackened mushroom wood.
"Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the twelfth house of Menzoberranzan."
Yacatl is a bit worried by the drow. "Nice to meet you... I am Yacatl of... the feywild I guess.............. You're a noble?"
Yazrin chuckles. "Formerly. My house was destroyed in an inter-house war, leaving me a rogue. Being hunted by most of my people for Lloth's pleasure made me turn my back on her."
"Oh... Well, that is a better life than most drow I have met... You from Faerun?"
Yazrin smiles. "Yes. Same home city as Drizzt Do'Urden in fact. Even met him and Bruenor once."
"Intriguing... when did the house fall?"
"My house? About 120 years ago."
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*Heyo.*
Atemos is sitting outside by a tree with glowing carvings.
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"Um... Anyway I can help?" He says, not knowing what to do
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Intriguing... when did the house fall?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Albwin misty steps over and stands near him
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
“Hey Nox, sorry to wake you up. Can I talk to you real quick?”
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*NG*
"Well they're the warriors, or should I say defenders of the upper planes, they act as the armies of the gods should they ever be needed, while angels are the workers or helpers of the gods, like I was, man that was repetitive, how did I do that for so long," He says getting sidetracked.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Ursula heard the mention of lolth, and started glaring at the drow.
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
"You know thats no longer my name, Atemos. What about?"
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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“Nah, it’s fine. I’m happy to drink with you though if you’d like.”
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Yacatl waves. "Something wrong?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*sorry missed it*
"Yes." His eyes burn with a craze.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Sure... You want to pay for it or me? I could... make you something....... maybe a new fail?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The glyphs glow a bright white color.
Atemos nodded. “What about solars and devas?”
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Soldaer sighs, shaking his head. He tosses her the open bottle of Blue Wolf, and retrieves the Fire Whiskey from the table where he left it. "I don't know E, ok? I don't know. I want to help him, but at the same time, everyone seems to have motives against him. I...I..." His voice trails off as he opens the bottle and pours himself a glass, filling the room with the smell of cinnamon, whiskey, and some unidentifiable spice.
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
“Tell it to me telepathically.”
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*Are you willing for this character to leave the tavern? Like, not die but not be able to interact*
"No holding back?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"He deserves not to be trusted. Not to die, but he definitely doesnt deserve to feel safe. People are against him for good reason"
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)
Ursula quickly turns back and starts knitting hats again, however, keeps watching them via spider eyes, and mutters something like, "oh-uhh. no, nothing. nothing at all."
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
"My house? About 120 years ago."