Allison is in the grove of the forest, she is talking to a deer while using beast speech. She seems to carry a conversation with it for no reason.
Adder is asleep.
Lysander is reading
Alecto is looking for someone to kill Lysander
Yacatl is tinkering
*:D*
Ettor walks up behind him. "Hm, you seem fairly familiar."
Yacatl jumps slightly. "Um... I don't really remember you... Who are you?"
*Description? I don't know if Ettor changed apperience while I was away*
*He's missing his left arm.*
"Hmm... I think it was a bunch of grass that tried eating you."
"Oh yes... that was not a happy memory... How has it been?"
"Very... all over the place. I have a girlfriend, gave away my immortality, killed my patron, lost an arm..."
"I see... Have you came to me to make a new arm?"
"Nope, just saying hi to an old friend."
Yacatl smiles a bit. "Then thanks... I am sorry I didn't recognize you. I have had... an interesting year away."
"You want me to make you a prosthetic?"
He held up a hand. "No, I'd rather not replace my arm... for reasons. How was your year away interesting?"
"I got my friend purged from being evil, raced a bit, talked in the feywild, went to a carnival, traveled the outer planes a bit, etc... Its not going to get infected, is it?"
"Oh, no, it got lopped off a few weeks ago."
"Mmm... I see." He says, tinkering faster to get his mind off stuff. "How have things been since?"
"Pretty good so far."
"Thats good to hear. Still a warlock? Or did your patron... stop granting you stuff?"
He shrugged. "Equinox's dead, so I wouldn't think he'd give me any power."
A shiver goes down Yacatl's spine and he states "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die."
*Lovecraft quote!*
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Yacatl takes a deep breath and speaks. "Could I potential... possibly... in return for some magic items view some magic items in your hoard?" They say, itching a scar on their nech
Phantom climbs to his feet, stretch out a bit, his wings reaching nearly 450 feet from tip to tip. "That's all you wanted? Sure." He extends his tail towards Yacatl, the spines and scales forming a ladder/staircase of sorts. "Climb on, and be ready for some multiversal travel." He says with a toothy grin.
"Okay..." He says, muttering something before climbing on. "I... are you sure it is this easy?"
Phantom chuckles. "Of course. You'll be surprised how much I have." He says, rising to his full nearly 74 foot height.
They nod, holding on tight, reciting the planeshift spell in their head. "So.... um........ How is being a dragon?" They are trying to make small talk, although not knowing if they should
Phantom laughs. "Not used to this, are you?" He asks as he flies out towards the lake and beyond.
"No... I have been to plenty of dragon layers but... I run away before it really matters. I'm a coward." They admit. "But I can run fast and make magic items so... I do the best I can."
Phantom chuckles. "You don't need worry. I'm one of the good ones." He reaches a point out over a rather large tree in the middle of the woods. "Hang on!" With that, there's a sudden swirl of mist and suddenly you're still on his back, but he's no longer flying, and standing on the floor of a massive cavern with multiple tunnels leading off of it.
Yacatl waits for permission to get off. "I see... well that's good to hear............. sorry if I annoy or irritate you."
Phantom chuckles, and lowers his head and neck down to the floor. "Go ahead and get off. I'll show you around, but you'll have to tell me what magic item types you'd most like to see."
"They get off, being careful not to step on sharp objects or touch anything. "Sure. I like to see I guess potions or potion-like things (such as endless decanters or universal solvents) since I am an alchemist.... Now that I think of it, could I possibly gather some of the local vegetation as well?"
Phantom chuckles. "Local flora will be a bit...challenging. The entrance to my lair is about 3000 feet up the side of a mountain, although I can easily take you down into the Firantin forest later." A swirl of mist surrounds Phantom, and when it dissipates, a handsome young moon elf is standing where Phantom was. "As for the magic items, you'll have to follow me."
They nod and follow. "I can run 5,280 feet in six seconds, 3,000 is not far... also so nothing grows inside the cave?"
"Have you run down a mountain though? And that just the height of the mountain. You'd still have to navigate the range itself. As for things growing inside my lair, only a few clusters of Crystalleaf." Phantom leads Yacatl through several long twisting passages before coming to what seems to be a lab of sorts. Potions, beakers, vials, everything you'd expect from a mad scientist's lab basically.
"I... will manage." They say. After they get to the potion lab, he looks around in joy. "Reminds me of home, to be honest." He checks for labels
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Allison is in the grove of the forest, she is talking to a deer while using beast speech. She seems to carry a conversation with it for no reason.
Adder is asleep.
Lysander is reading
Alecto is looking for someone to kill Lysander
Yacatl is tinkering
*:D*
Ettor walks up behind him. "Hm, you seem fairly familiar."
Yacatl jumps slightly. "Um... I don't really remember you... Who are you?"
*Description? I don't know if Ettor changed apperience while I was away*
*He's missing his left arm.*
"Hmm... I think it was a bunch of grass that tried eating you."
"Oh yes... that was not a happy memory... How has it been?"
"Very... all over the place. I have a girlfriend, gave away my immortality, killed my patron, lost an arm..."
"I see... Have you came to me to make a new arm?"
"Nope, just saying hi to an old friend."
Yacatl smiles a bit. "Then thanks... I am sorry I didn't recognize you. I have had... an interesting year away."
"You want me to make you a prosthetic?"
He held up a hand. "No, I'd rather not replace my arm... for reasons. How was your year away interesting?"
"I got my friend purged from being evil, raced a bit, talked in the feywild, went to a carnival, traveled the outer planes a bit, etc... Its not going to get infected, is it?"
"Oh, no, it got lopped off a few weeks ago."
"Mmm... I see." He says, tinkering faster to get his mind off stuff. "How have things been since?"
"Pretty good so far."
"Thats good to hear. Still a warlock? Or did your patron... stop granting you stuff?"
He shrugged. "Equinox's dead, so I wouldn't think he'd give me any power."
A shiver goes down Yacatl's spine and he states "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die."
*Lovecraft quote!*
"Wanna see his head?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Stop shaking the tree, Atemos. You can find a different one to stand under." A rather amused Soldaer says.
“I’m trying to cast a spell here!” Atemos is wearing a gasmask.
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*hi.... pain is calc.... pain is life... Im never doing an AP exam again. That was torture*
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Valian runs back with with a loaf of bread, a glass of water, a wet rag, & bandages, placing them all on the table, "I got you food, you'll be ok, sadly I don't have healing magic." He starts wiping the cuts & blood with the rag, bandaging the clean wounds.
"Jeez, you don't have to do that. I'm not that important." The person flushes a little. "I think my name is Barachiel. What can I call you?"
"Valian, & what is with all the people here acting like they're dirt! First Atemos, & now you, yeesh, anyways few things you need to know, there is protection around the tavern that stops people & things from getting hurt, so If a devil tries to trick you into selling them your soul, DO NOT, agree, even if they death threat you,. . ." Valian continues to tend his wounds, but gives at look at the glyphs on his arms.
Barachiel grins. "You want me to act like I'm better than you? I'll have you know my job is specifically to relieve suffering." Barachiel then seems washed over by a wave of sadness. "Was."
"Yeah, you'll get over falling, being mortal is actually pretty great, as long as you have a soul," Another glance to his glyphs, "but hey, I did & I still like it so. Alright by the armour I'm guessing you were a planetar."
"That sounds right." Barachiel frowns. "Are you trying to get me to ask about your arms?"
"What?" He looks up, "Oh I wasn't trying to, guess I looked at them subconsciously, short story is same reason I told you not to sell your soul is why I got these, so, who did you anger?" He goes back to tending the rest of the wounds.
Barachiel takes a bite of bread. "No idea. My god, I assume."
"They did this!!?? Who the hell." For some reason they seem fairly mad about that.
"I did my job too well I assume." Valian notices that even though the blood is washed off, the places where it was is stained red.
"I meant the god you served." He says trying to wipe the stains off.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Allison is in the grove of the forest, she is talking to a deer while using beast speech. She seems to carry a conversation with it for no reason.
Adder is asleep.
Lysander is reading
Alecto is looking for someone to kill Lysander
Yacatl is tinkering
*:D*
Ettor walks up behind him. "Hm, you seem fairly familiar."
Yacatl jumps slightly. "Um... I don't really remember you... Who are you?"
*Description? I don't know if Ettor changed apperience while I was away*
*He's missing his left arm.*
"Hmm... I think it was a bunch of grass that tried eating you."
"Oh yes... that was not a happy memory... How has it been?"
"Very... all over the place. I have a girlfriend, gave away my immortality, killed my patron, lost an arm..."
"I see... Have you came to me to make a new arm?"
"Nope, just saying hi to an old friend."
Yacatl smiles a bit. "Then thanks... I am sorry I didn't recognize you. I have had... an interesting year away."
"You want me to make you a prosthetic?"
He held up a hand. "No, I'd rather not replace my arm... for reasons. How was your year away interesting?"
"I got my friend purged from being evil, raced a bit, talked in the feywild, went to a carnival, traveled the outer planes a bit, etc... Its not going to get infected, is it?"
"Oh, no, it got lopped off a few weeks ago."
"Mmm... I see." He says, tinkering faster to get his mind off stuff. "How have things been since?"
"Pretty good so far."
"Thats good to hear. Still a warlock? Or did your patron... stop granting you stuff?"
He shrugged. "Equinox's dead, so I wouldn't think he'd give me any power."
A shiver goes down Yacatl's spine and he states "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die."
*Lovecraft quote!*
"Wanna see his head?"
"Um... Sure! Might make some magic item out of it."
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*hi.... pain is calc.... pain is life... Im never doing an AP exam again. That was torture*
*Are you ok?? Was it hard?*
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Yacatl takes a deep breath and speaks. "Could I potential... possibly... in return for some magic items view some magic items in your hoard?" They say, itching a scar on their nech
Phantom climbs to his feet, stretch out a bit, his wings reaching nearly 450 feet from tip to tip. "That's all you wanted? Sure." He extends his tail towards Yacatl, the spines and scales forming a ladder/staircase of sorts. "Climb on, and be ready for some multiversal travel." He says with a toothy grin.
"Okay..." He says, muttering something before climbing on. "I... are you sure it is this easy?"
Phantom chuckles. "Of course. You'll be surprised how much I have." He says, rising to his full nearly 74 foot height.
They nod, holding on tight, reciting the planeshift spell in their head. "So.... um........ How is being a dragon?" They are trying to make small talk, although not knowing if they should
Phantom laughs. "Not used to this, are you?" He asks as he flies out towards the lake and beyond.
"No... I have been to plenty of dragon layers but... I run away before it really matters. I'm a coward." They admit. "But I can run fast and make magic items so... I do the best I can."
Phantom chuckles. "You don't need worry. I'm one of the good ones." He reaches a point out over a rather large tree in the middle of the woods. "Hang on!" With that, there's a sudden swirl of mist and suddenly you're still on his back, but he's no longer flying, and standing on the floor of a massive cavern with multiple tunnels leading off of it.
Yacatl waits for permission to get off. "I see... well that's good to hear............. sorry if I annoy or irritate you."
Phantom chuckles, and lowers his head and neck down to the floor. "Go ahead and get off. I'll show you around, but you'll have to tell me what magic item types you'd most like to see."
"They get off, being careful not to step on sharp objects or touch anything. "Sure. I like to see I guess potions or potion-like things (such as endless decanters or universal solvents) since I am an alchemist.... Now that I think of it, could I possibly gather some of the local vegetation as well?"
Phantom chuckles. "Local flora will be a bit...challenging. The entrance to my lair is about 3000 feet up the side of a mountain, although I can easily take you down into the Firantin forest later." A swirl of mist surrounds Phantom, and when it dissipates, a handsome young moon elf is standing where Phantom was. "As for the magic items, you'll have to follow me."
They nod and follow. "I can run 5,280 feet in six seconds, 3,000 is not far... also so nothing grows inside the cave?"
"Have you run down a mountain though? And that just the height of the mountain. You'd still have to navigate the range itself. As for things growing inside my lair, only a few clusters of Crystalleaf." Phantom leads Yacatl through several long twisting passages before coming to what seems to be a lab of sorts. Potions, beakers, vials, everything you'd expect from a mad scientist's lab basically.
"I... will manage." They say. After they get to the potion lab, he looks around in joy. "Reminds me of home, to be honest." He checks for labels
Phantom chuckles. "I'm not artificer, but after almost 3,500 years of life, you pick up a thing or two."
The bottles have labels for just about anything on them, from basic potion-brewing reagents to complete potions. Finished potions range in complexity and rarity from basic healing and poison, to Potions of Dragon's Majesty.
Allison is in the grove of the forest, she is talking to a deer while using beast speech. She seems to carry a conversation with it for no reason.
Adder is asleep.
Lysander is reading
Alecto is looking for someone to kill Lysander
Yacatl is tinkering
*:D*
Ettor walks up behind him. "Hm, you seem fairly familiar."
Yacatl jumps slightly. "Um... I don't really remember you... Who are you?"
*Description? I don't know if Ettor changed apperience while I was away*
*He's missing his left arm.*
"Hmm... I think it was a bunch of grass that tried eating you."
"Oh yes... that was not a happy memory... How has it been?"
"Very... all over the place. I have a girlfriend, gave away my immortality, killed my patron, lost an arm..."
"I see... Have you came to me to make a new arm?"
"Nope, just saying hi to an old friend."
Yacatl smiles a bit. "Then thanks... I am sorry I didn't recognize you. I have had... an interesting year away."
"You want me to make you a prosthetic?"
He held up a hand. "No, I'd rather not replace my arm... for reasons. How was your year away interesting?"
"I got my friend purged from being evil, raced a bit, talked in the feywild, went to a carnival, traveled the outer planes a bit, etc... Its not going to get infected, is it?"
"Oh, no, it got lopped off a few weeks ago."
"Mmm... I see." He says, tinkering faster to get his mind off stuff. "How have things been since?"
"Pretty good so far."
"Thats good to hear. Still a warlock? Or did your patron... stop granting you stuff?"
He shrugged. "Equinox's dead, so I wouldn't think he'd give me any power."
A shiver goes down Yacatl's spine and he states "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die."
*Lovecraft quote!*
"Wanna see his head?"
"Um... Sure! Might make some magic item out of it."
Ettor tapped the floor, opening up a shadowy rift, suddenly, extreme roaring comes from it.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Stop shaking the tree, Atemos. You can find a different one to stand under." A rather amused Soldaer says.
“I’m trying to cast a spell here!” Atemos is wearing a gasmask.
"WHAT?" Love jumped down and ran to behind Soldaer.
*What’s her alignment?*
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*hi.... pain is calc.... pain is life... Im never doing an AP exam again. That was torture*
*Are you ok?? Was it hard?*
*Very...*
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Valian runs back with with a loaf of bread, a glass of water, a wet rag, & bandages, placing them all on the table, "I got you food, you'll be ok, sadly I don't have healing magic." He starts wiping the cuts & blood with the rag, bandaging the clean wounds.
"Jeez, you don't have to do that. I'm not that important." The person flushes a little. "I think my name is Barachiel. What can I call you?"
"Valian, & what is with all the people here acting like they're dirt! First Atemos, & now you, yeesh, anyways few things you need to know, there is protection around the tavern that stops people & things from getting hurt, so If a devil tries to trick you into selling them your soul, DO NOT, agree, even if they death threat you,. . ." Valian continues to tend his wounds, but gives at look at the glyphs on his arms.
Barachiel grins. "You want me to act like I'm better than you? I'll have you know my job is specifically to relieve suffering." Barachiel then seems washed over by a wave of sadness. "Was."
"Yeah, you'll get over falling, being mortal is actually pretty great, as long as you have a soul," Another glance to his glyphs, "but hey, I did & I still like it so. Alright by the armour I'm guessing you were a planetar."
"That sounds right." Barachiel frowns. "Are you trying to get me to ask about your arms?"
"What?" He looks up, "Oh I wasn't trying to, guess I looked at them subconsciously, short story is same reason I told you not to sell your soul is why I got these, so, who did you anger?" He goes back to tending the rest of the wounds.
Barachiel takes a bite of bread. "No idea. My god, I assume."
"They did this!!?? Who the hell." For some reason they seem fairly mad about that.
"I did my job too well I assume." Valian notices that even though the blood is washed off, the places where it was is stained red.
"I meant the god you served." He says trying to wipe the stains off.
"..." The stains don't come off.
"Barachiel?" He stops tending the wounds for a second.
Yacatl takes a deep breath and speaks. "Could I potential... possibly... in return for some magic items view some magic items in your hoard?" They say, itching a scar on their nech
Phantom climbs to his feet, stretch out a bit, his wings reaching nearly 450 feet from tip to tip. "That's all you wanted? Sure." He extends his tail towards Yacatl, the spines and scales forming a ladder/staircase of sorts. "Climb on, and be ready for some multiversal travel." He says with a toothy grin.
"Okay..." He says, muttering something before climbing on. "I... are you sure it is this easy?"
Phantom chuckles. "Of course. You'll be surprised how much I have." He says, rising to his full nearly 74 foot height.
They nod, holding on tight, reciting the planeshift spell in their head. "So.... um........ How is being a dragon?" They are trying to make small talk, although not knowing if they should
Phantom laughs. "Not used to this, are you?" He asks as he flies out towards the lake and beyond.
"No... I have been to plenty of dragon layers but... I run away before it really matters. I'm a coward." They admit. "But I can run fast and make magic items so... I do the best I can."
Phantom chuckles. "You don't need worry. I'm one of the good ones." He reaches a point out over a rather large tree in the middle of the woods. "Hang on!" With that, there's a sudden swirl of mist and suddenly you're still on his back, but he's no longer flying, and standing on the floor of a massive cavern with multiple tunnels leading off of it.
Yacatl waits for permission to get off. "I see... well that's good to hear............. sorry if I annoy or irritate you."
Phantom chuckles, and lowers his head and neck down to the floor. "Go ahead and get off. I'll show you around, but you'll have to tell me what magic item types you'd most like to see."
"They get off, being careful not to step on sharp objects or touch anything. "Sure. I like to see I guess potions or potion-like things (such as endless decanters or universal solvents) since I am an alchemist.... Now that I think of it, could I possibly gather some of the local vegetation as well?"
Phantom chuckles. "Local flora will be a bit...challenging. The entrance to my lair is about 3000 feet up the side of a mountain, although I can easily take you down into the Firantin forest later." A swirl of mist surrounds Phantom, and when it dissipates, a handsome young moon elf is standing where Phantom was. "As for the magic items, you'll have to follow me."
They nod and follow. "I can run 5,280 feet in six seconds, 3,000 is not far... also so nothing grows inside the cave?"
"Have you run down a mountain though? And that just the height of the mountain. You'd still have to navigate the range itself. As for things growing inside my lair, only a few clusters of Crystalleaf." Phantom leads Yacatl through several long twisting passages before coming to what seems to be a lab of sorts. Potions, beakers, vials, everything you'd expect from a mad scientist's lab basically.
"I... will manage." They say. After they get to the potion lab, he looks around in joy. "Reminds me of home, to be honest." He checks for labels
Phantom chuckles. "I'm not artificer, but after almost 3,500 years of life, you pick up a thing or two."
The bottles have labels for just about anything on them, from basic potion-brewing reagents to complete potions. Finished potions range in complexity and rarity from basic healing and poison, to Potions of Dragon's Majesty.
"If you want to, I could teach you." They offer scanning the shelves
"May I... drink one or two or them? That or take them home to find the anti-potion?"
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"Indeed, but I wouldn't like to ask now. People tend to... dislike being blunted. How is it going?"
"Ah, my apologies, I've been a bit distracted lately. It's going well, I suppose. How about yourself?"
"Better then exspected. Considering I will die soon, life has been... lifed of a burden if that makes sense.... You are a warlock?"
Krathian chuckles and sits up in his seat. "Indeed I am, so I know what you mean." He absently holds up his right hand, in which is set an eye with a cross-shaped pupil.
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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 shiver goes down Yacatl's spine and he states "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die."
*Lovecraft quote!*
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"mn" he said staring at the ground
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Wanna see his head?"
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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’m trying to cast a spell here!” Atemos is wearing a gasmask.
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*hi.... pain is calc.... pain is life... Im never doing an AP exam again. That was torture*
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 stains don't come off.
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.
"Um... Sure! Might make some magic item out of it."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"WHAT?" Love jumped down and ran to behind Soldaer.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
“Move to another tree!”
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*Are you ok?? Was it hard?*
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Phantom chuckles. "I'm not artificer, but after almost 3,500 years of life, you pick up a thing or two."
The bottles have labels for just about anything on them, from basic potion-brewing reagents to complete potions. Finished potions range in complexity and rarity from basic healing and poison, to Potions of Dragon's Majesty.
Ettor tapped the floor, opening up a shadowy rift, suddenly, extreme roaring comes from it.
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.
*What’s her alignment?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Very...*
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)
"Barachiel?" He stops tending the wounds for a second.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"If you want to, I could teach you." They offer scanning the shelves
"May I... drink one or two or them? That or take them home to find the anti-potion?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Somewhere between chaotic good and true neutral.*
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.
*Oof. Welp hope you don't have to do any others.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Krathian chuckles and sits up in his seat. "Indeed I am, so I know what you mean." He absently holds up his right hand, in which is set an eye with a cross-shaped pupil.
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"