"And if I may ask, what does a Dragons Majesty do?"
"It transforms you into an adult dragon of the type belonging to the scale inside it for one hour."
"Oh, I don't want that." They say, bluntly before adding, "Not to offend you, nor dragon kind in any way shape or form." They say, cluchting something in their pocket
"And if I may ask, what does a Dragons Majesty do?"
"It transforms you into an adult dragon of the type belonging to the scale inside it for one hour."
"Oh, I don't want that." They say, bluntly before adding, "Not to offend you, nor dragon kind in any way shape or form." They say, cluchting something in their pocket
Phantom shrugs. "At very least you can sell them. They're exceptionally powerful, a worth at least 15,000 GP each most likely, probably more. I'll respect it though."
"Barachiel?" He stops tending the wounds for a second.
After a minute he responds. "I don't remember."
"Yeesh, you got your head hit hard, my fall wasn't nearly as bad. I'd say I'd kill the god that mistreated a planetar like this but you don't remember & they're a god. So what did you even do? If you remember." He goes back to finish bandaging the rest of the wounds.
"And if I may ask, what does a Dragons Majesty do?"
"It transforms you into an adult dragon of the type belonging to the scale inside it for one hour."
"Oh, I don't want that." They say, bluntly before adding, "Not to offend you, nor dragon kind in any way shape or form." They say, cluchting something in their pocket
Phantom shrugs. "At very least you can sell them. They're exceptionally powerful, a worth at least 15,000 GP each most likely, probably more. I'll respect it though."
"Mmm... Maybe. I could take one, but where would I find a scale? I could go to Tu'narath, but turning into a red dragon won't be fun..." He says, eventually muttering to himself as he goes through his options
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A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
"Barachiel?" He stops tending the wounds for a second.
After a minute he responds. "I don't remember."
"Yeesh, you got your head hit hard, my fall wasn't nearly as bad. I'd say I'd kill the god that mistreated a planetar like this but you don't remember & they're a god. So what did you even do? If you remember." He goes back to finish bandaging the rest of the wounds.
"I helped people." He finishes the bread. "Thank you for everything."
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.
"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.
*hi.... pain is calc.... pain is life... Im never doing an AP exam again. That was torture*
*Are you ok?? Was it hard?*
*Very...*
*You probably did great. I believe in you.*
*That makes one of us*
*STOP. BEATING. YOURSELF. UP!*
*I. DESERVE. IT. FOR. BEING. A. LOSER*
*NO!! STOP IT, ITS UNHEALTHY.*
*Lying is also unhealthy. Better to tell the truth*
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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 female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
*YES! Let the fun begin!*
Soldaer is sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of Feywine. He glances over before returning to his glass, but quickly does a double take, his eyes going wide.
A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
Lysander waves at the new comer. "Hello, and what brings you to the tavern?"
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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
"And if I may ask, what does a Dragons Majesty do?"
"It transforms you into an adult dragon of the type belonging to the scale inside it for one hour."
"Oh, I don't want that." They say, bluntly before adding, "Not to offend you, nor dragon kind in any way shape or form." They say, cluchting something in their pocket
Phantom shrugs. "At very least you can sell them. They're exceptionally powerful, a worth at least 15,000 GP each most likely, probably more. I'll respect it though."
"Mmm... Maybe. I could take one, but where would I find a scale? I could go to Tu'narath, but turning into a red dragon won't be fun..." He says, eventually muttering to himself as he goes through his options
Phantom shrugs. "That part is up to you. Even without the scale, it's extremely valuable, as it is difficult to prepare properly, and once ready, all that is needed is a little heat and a scale to finish the potion."
A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
*YES! Let the fun begin!*
Soldaer is sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of Feywine. He glances over before returning to his glass, but quickly does a double take, his eyes going wide.
She's looking down at a small object, before looking around the tavern again
"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.
"Your warlock symbol one would guess. Sadly I haven't been in... the current grand scheme of things for long recently. Just took a six month sabbatical and... my birth time has passed long ago."
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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
"Barachiel?" He stops tending the wounds for a second.
After a minute he responds. "I don't remember."
"Yeesh, you got your head hit hard, my fall wasn't nearly as bad. I'd say I'd kill the god that mistreated a planetar like this but you don't remember & they're a god. So what did you even do? If you remember." He goes back to finish bandaging the rest of the wounds.
"I helped people." He finishes the bread. "Thank you for everything."
"You're welcome & I meant what you did to anger the god you served, it was either BAD or that god is unjust. Also all that's left is your wings, I'll go get a rag for you, unless your ok with me cleaning them." He gets up holding the rag, now filled with blood, & he's not trying to touch any of it.
A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
Turin greedily eyes the bag.
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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.
"Oh, I don't want that." They say, bluntly before adding, "Not to offend you, nor dragon kind in any way shape or form." They say, cluchting something in their pocket
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"same thing"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Phantom shrugs. "At very least you can sell them. They're exceptionally powerful, a worth at least 15,000 GP each most likely, probably more. I'll respect it though."
"Yeesh, you got your head hit hard, my fall wasn't nearly as bad. I'd say I'd kill the god that mistreated a planetar like this but you don't remember & they're a god. So what did you even do? If you remember." He goes back to finish bandaging the rest of the wounds.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
[[ i had finals last week. I’m still recovering brain cells ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Mmm... Maybe. I could take one, but where would I find a scale? I could go to Tu'narath, but turning into a red dragon won't be fun..." He says, eventually muttering to himself as he goes through his options
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Here we go!*
A female elf enters the tavern. They have greyish blue tinted skin and a pair of pale blue eyes with golden flecks in it. She has long hair thats a navy blue color with silver streaks in it. She wears a set of fine clothes, a guitar strapped over her shoulder. she looks around the tavern with a smile, stepping inside fully, a small bag slung over her other shoulder.
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 helped people." He finishes the bread. "Thank you for everything."
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.
*NO!! STOP IT, ITS UNHEALTHY.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Why are you worried?"
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, 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"
*Lying is also unhealthy. Better to tell the truth*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*YES! Let the fun begin!*
Soldaer is sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of Feywine. He glances over before returning to his glass, but quickly does a double take, his eyes going wide.
Lysander waves at the new comer. "Hello, and what brings you to the tavern?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Phantom shrugs. "That part is up to you. Even without the scale, it's extremely valuable, as it is difficult to prepare properly, and once ready, all that is needed is a little heat and a scale to finish the potion."
She's looking down at a small object, before looking around the tavern again
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
"Your warlock symbol one would guess. Sadly I haven't been in... the current grand scheme of things for long recently. Just took a six month sabbatical and... my birth time has passed long ago."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"You're welcome & I meant what you did to anger the god you served, it was either BAD or that god is unjust. Also all that's left is your wings, I'll go get a rag for you, unless your ok with me cleaning them." He gets up holding the rag, now filled with blood, & he's not trying to touch any of it.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Turin greedily eyes the bag.
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"
She looked at the runes curiously. "What happened?"
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.