*I can stay for a little bit, im at Mcdonalds and using their wifi*
Anson is reading outside and trying to reteach himself Dwavern words and phrases.
Lore was inside, on the couch, reading as well. nicky and bean were close by her,
palath was outside, sharpening his sword.
The tabaxi looked over, not really trying to listen, but theu couldn't help themselves.
A 5'12 tabaxi, their fur pattern is reminiscent of a cheetah's pattern, but the colors are swapped. They wear what appears to be leather armor under some small but loose and comfy clothing, and they have an extremely long scarf on, covering their neck and hanging down to their knees. Their golden cat eyes briefly pass over the tavern as the walk in, quickly taking in the scene, then they take a seat at an unoccupied table.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I'm back for now, I was reading about Plato's forms for college*
Krathian is staring intensely at his vial, his eyes entirely white and softly glowing, his tearducts leaking thin white smoke, and his mouth muttering incomprehensible speech by anyone's standards. Q'ilbrith is keeping a watch over the tavern next to him, looking suspiciously and warily at each patron in turn
Perdo is practicing his magic, cheating at an illusory shell game with three cloth-draped wineglasses. Ruby watches the hypnotically rhythmic movements of the cups as he does this, and resists the urge to paw at the bright red cloths, per Perdo's human lessons
My new halfling is eating a light, bland breakfast of potatoes and thin-sliced quail. He eats quickly and efficiently, without spilling a crumb on his fine-pressed gray wool tank top.
Wolfe walks over, a bit wide-eyed.
Krathian doesn't look away from the vial, Q'ilbrith kind of gently telekinetically blocks her from reaching the table. "Please do not disturb Krathian, he's unable to answer as of right now. How may I help you Wolfe?"
"Um, what's going on?"
"He's communicating with his patron, and they're cross-referencing their combined knowledge to see if either knows something that can help stop the mist."
"Ah, okay, it doesn't exactly look like he's fine at a glance. I got a little worried when I looked over."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Enethia is extremely annoyed, looking in her spellbook
On his way out the door, the halfling notices her irritated expression. "Something wrong?" he asks
"No. Nothing... Who even are you?"
"A guy concerned that an annoyed wizard rooting through her spellbook might be a good sign that it's time to move on." He kind of weakly smiles at his own joke. "I'm Fin."
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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.
*I'm back for now, I was reading about Plato's forms for college*
Krathian is staring intensely at his vial, his eyes entirely white and softly glowing, his tearducts leaking thin white smoke, and his mouth muttering incomprehensible speech by anyone's standards. Q'ilbrith is keeping a watch over the tavern next to him, looking suspiciously and warily at each patron in turn
Perdo is practicing his magic, cheating at an illusory shell game with three cloth-draped wineglasses. Ruby watches the hypnotically rhythmic movements of the cups as he does this, and resists the urge to paw at the bright red cloths, per Perdo's human lessons
My new halfling is eating a light, bland breakfast of potatoes and thin-sliced quail. He eats quickly and efficiently, without spilling a crumb on his fine-pressed gray wool tank top.
Wolfe walks over, a bit wide-eyed.
Krathian doesn't look away from the vial, Q'ilbrith kind of gently telekinetically blocks her from reaching the table. "Please do not disturb Krathian, he's unable to answer as of right now. How may I help you Wolfe?"
"Um, what's going on?"
"He's communicating with his patron, and they're cross-referencing their combined knowledge to see if either knows something that can help stop the mist."
"Ah, okay, it doesn't exactly look like he's fine at a glance. I got a little worried when I looked over."
"Really? Considering he looks not fine most of the time, I hadn't noticed."
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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.
*I can stay for a little bit, im at Mcdonalds and using their wifi*
Anson is reading outside and trying to reteach himself Dwavern words and phrases.
Lore was inside, on the couch, reading as well. nicky and bean were close by her,
palath was outside, sharpening his sword.
A ginger kitten starts sniffing around Nicky and Bean
Bean looks down at it, so does nicky. Bean is a incredibly muscular female sled dog while nicky looks like wet noodles compared to her.
The kitten sneezes and turns into a rather short, ginger-haired teenage human girl, wearing a sky blue sundress that fell to her ankles. "Ah darn it," she says, rubbing her forehead.
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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.
Enethia is extremely annoyed, looking in her spellbook
On his way out the door, the halfling notices her irritated expression. "Something wrong?" he asks
"No. Nothing... Who even are you?"
"A guy concerned that an annoyed wizard rooting through her spellbook might be a good sign that it's time to move on." He kind of weakly smiles at his own joke. "I'm Fin."
"... Im Enethia..."
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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)
*I'm back for now, I was reading about Plato's forms for college*
Krathian is staring intensely at his vial, his eyes entirely white and softly glowing, his tearducts leaking thin white smoke, and his mouth muttering incomprehensible speech by anyone's standards. Q'ilbrith is keeping a watch over the tavern next to him, looking suspiciously and warily at each patron in turn
Perdo is practicing his magic, cheating at an illusory shell game with three cloth-draped wineglasses. Ruby watches the hypnotically rhythmic movements of the cups as he does this, and resists the urge to paw at the bright red cloths, per Perdo's human lessons
My new halfling is eating a light, bland breakfast of potatoes and thin-sliced quail. He eats quickly and efficiently, without spilling a crumb on his fine-pressed gray wool tank top.
Wolfe walks over, a bit wide-eyed.
Krathian doesn't look away from the vial, Q'ilbrith kind of gently telekinetically blocks her from reaching the table. "Please do not disturb Krathian, he's unable to answer as of right now. How may I help you Wolfe?"
"Um, what's going on?"
"He's communicating with his patron, and they're cross-referencing their combined knowledge to see if either knows something that can help stop the mist."
"Ah, okay, it doesn't exactly look like he's fine at a glance. I got a little worried when I looked over."
"Really? Considering he looks not fine most of the time, I hadn't noticed."
She chuckles a little bit.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Enethia is extremely annoyed, looking in her spellbook
On his way out the door, the halfling notices her irritated expression. "Something wrong?" he asks
"No. Nothing... Who even are you?"
"A guy concerned that an annoyed wizard rooting through her spellbook might be a good sign that it's time to move on." He kind of weakly smiles at his own joke. "I'm Fin."
"... Im Enethia..."
"Pleased to meet you Enethia, now am I right in guessing that you're not on your way to angrily disintegrate someone who vilely questioned your mother's honor, or would now be a good time to clear out."
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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.
*I'm back for now, I was reading about Plato's forms for college*
Krathian is staring intensely at his vial, his eyes entirely white and softly glowing, his tearducts leaking thin white smoke, and his mouth muttering incomprehensible speech by anyone's standards. Q'ilbrith is keeping a watch over the tavern next to him, looking suspiciously and warily at each patron in turn
Perdo is practicing his magic, cheating at an illusory shell game with three cloth-draped wineglasses. Ruby watches the hypnotically rhythmic movements of the cups as he does this, and resists the urge to paw at the bright red cloths, per Perdo's human lessons
My new halfling is eating a light, bland breakfast of potatoes and thin-sliced quail. He eats quickly and efficiently, without spilling a crumb on his fine-pressed gray wool tank top.
Wolfe walks over, a bit wide-eyed.
Krathian doesn't look away from the vial, Q'ilbrith kind of gently telekinetically blocks her from reaching the table. "Please do not disturb Krathian, he's unable to answer as of right now. How may I help you Wolfe?"
"Um, what's going on?"
"He's communicating with his patron, and they're cross-referencing their combined knowledge to see if either knows something that can help stop the mist."
"Ah, okay, it doesn't exactly look like he's fine at a glance. I got a little worried when I looked over."
"Really? Considering he looks not fine most of the time, I hadn't noticed."
She chuckles a little bit.
"There was one time where he got drunk and didn't dry up for five days. He and I were living in a cabin in the woods for a little bit while me and Allison tried to figure out what the devil was going on."
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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.
Enethia is extremely annoyed, looking in her spellbook
On his way out the door, the halfling notices her irritated expression. "Something wrong?" he asks
"No. Nothing... Who even are you?"
"A guy concerned that an annoyed wizard rooting through her spellbook might be a good sign that it's time to move on." He kind of weakly smiles at his own joke. "I'm Fin."
"... Im Enethia..."
"Pleased to meet you Enethia, now am I right in guessing that you're not on your way to angrily disintegrate someone who vilely questioned your mother's honor, or would now be a good time to clear out."
"... Id appreciate if you avoided mentioning my mother... But no. Nothing like that. The only person Im angry with right now is myself"
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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)
*I'm back for now, I was reading about Plato's forms for college*
Krathian is staring intensely at his vial, his eyes entirely white and softly glowing, his tearducts leaking thin white smoke, and his mouth muttering incomprehensible speech by anyone's standards. Q'ilbrith is keeping a watch over the tavern next to him, looking suspiciously and warily at each patron in turn
Perdo is practicing his magic, cheating at an illusory shell game with three cloth-draped wineglasses. Ruby watches the hypnotically rhythmic movements of the cups as he does this, and resists the urge to paw at the bright red cloths, per Perdo's human lessons
My new halfling is eating a light, bland breakfast of potatoes and thin-sliced quail. He eats quickly and efficiently, without spilling a crumb on his fine-pressed gray wool tank top.
Wolfe walks over, a bit wide-eyed.
Krathian doesn't look away from the vial, Q'ilbrith kind of gently telekinetically blocks her from reaching the table. "Please do not disturb Krathian, he's unable to answer as of right now. How may I help you Wolfe?"
"Um, what's going on?"
"He's communicating with his patron, and they're cross-referencing their combined knowledge to see if either knows something that can help stop the mist."
"Ah, okay, it doesn't exactly look like he's fine at a glance. I got a little worried when I looked over."
"Really? Considering he looks not fine most of the time, I hadn't noticed."
She chuckles a little bit.
"There was one time where he got drunk and didn't dry up for five days. He and I were living in a cabin in the woods for a little bit while me and Allison tried to figure out what the devil was going on."
"Dry up? Does that mean he was wet the entire time or something?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I can stay for a little bit, im at Mcdonalds and using their wifi*
Anson is reading outside and trying to reteach himself Dwavern words and phrases.
Lore was inside, on the couch, reading as well. nicky and bean were close by her,
palath was outside, sharpening his sword.
The tabaxi looked over, not really trying to listen, but theu couldn't help themselves.
A 5'12 tabaxi, their fur pattern is reminiscent of a cheetah's pattern, but the colors are swapped. They wear what appears to be leather armor under some small but loose and comfy clothing, and they have an extremely long scarf on, covering their neck and hanging down to their knees. Their golden cat eyes briefly pass over the tavern as the walk in, quickly taking in the scene, then they take a seat at an unoccupied table.
Anson stops for a moment. He realized he let his guard down and looked around.
*I can stay for a little bit, im at Mcdonalds and using their wifi*
Anson is reading outside and trying to reteach himself Dwavern words and phrases.
Lore was inside, on the couch, reading as well. nicky and bean were close by her,
palath was outside, sharpening his sword.
A ginger kitten starts sniffing around Nicky and Bean
Bean looks down at it, so does nicky. Bean is a incredibly muscular female sled dog while nicky looks like wet noodles compared to her.
The kitten sneezes and turns into a rather short, ginger-haired teenage human girl, wearing a sky blue sundress that fell to her ankles. "Ah darn it," she says, rubbing her forehead.
Bean tilts her head as nicky sneezes then wipes his muzzle with his paw
*I can stay for a little bit, im at Mcdonalds and using their wifi*
Anson is reading outside and trying to reteach himself Dwavern words and phrases.
Lore was inside, on the couch, reading as well. nicky and bean were close by her,
palath was outside, sharpening his sword.
The tabaxi looked over, not really trying to listen, but theu couldn't help themselves.
A 5'12 tabaxi, their fur pattern is reminiscent of a cheetah's pattern, but the colors are swapped. They wear what appears to be leather armor under some small but loose and comfy clothing, and they have an extremely long scarf on, covering their neck and hanging down to their knees. Their golden cat eyes briefly pass over the tavern as the walk in, quickly taking in the scene, then they take a seat at an unoccupied table.
Anson stops for a moment. He realized he let his guard down and looked around.
The tabaxi gave a small wave. Their face seemed very emotionally blank.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Enethia is extremely annoyed, looking in her spellbook
On his way out the door, the halfling notices her irritated expression. "Something wrong?" he asks
"No. Nothing... Who even are you?"
"A guy concerned that an annoyed wizard rooting through her spellbook might be a good sign that it's time to move on." He kind of weakly smiles at his own joke. "I'm Fin."
"... Im Enethia..."
"Pleased to meet you Enethia, now am I right in guessing that you're not on your way to angrily disintegrate someone who vilely questioned your mother's honor, or would now be a good time to clear out."
"... Id appreciate if you avoided mentioning my mother... But no. Nothing like that. The only person Im angry with right now is myself"
"Now that I can relate to."
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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.
Enethia is extremely annoyed, looking in her spellbook
On his way out the door, the halfling notices her irritated expression. "Something wrong?" he asks
"No. Nothing... Who even are you?"
"A guy concerned that an annoyed wizard rooting through her spellbook might be a good sign that it's time to move on." He kind of weakly smiles at his own joke. "I'm Fin."
"... Im Enethia..."
"Pleased to meet you Enethia, now am I right in guessing that you're not on your way to angrily disintegrate someone who vilely questioned your mother's honor, or would now be a good time to clear out."
"... Id appreciate if you avoided mentioning my mother... But no. Nothing like that. The only person Im angry with right now is myself"
"Now that I can relate to."
"Why would that be?"
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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)
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*I'm back for now, I was reading about Plato's forms for college*
Krathian is staring intensely at his vial, his eyes entirely white and softly glowing, his tearducts leaking thin white smoke, and his mouth muttering incomprehensible speech by anyone's standards. Q'ilbrith is keeping a watch over the tavern next to him, looking suspiciously and warily at each patron in turn
Perdo is practicing his magic, cheating at an illusory shell game with three cloth-draped wineglasses. Ruby watches the hypnotically rhythmic movements of the cups as he does this, and resists the urge to paw at the bright red cloths, per Perdo's human lessons
My new halfling is eating a light, bland breakfast of potatoes and thin-sliced quail. He eats quickly and efficiently, without spilling a crumb on his fine-pressed gray wool tank top.
Wolfe walks over, a bit wide-eyed.
Krathian doesn't look away from the vial, Q'ilbrith kind of gently telekinetically blocks her from reaching the table. "Please do not disturb Krathian, he's unable to answer as of right now. How may I help you Wolfe?"
"Um, what's going on?"
"He's communicating with his patron, and they're cross-referencing their combined knowledge to see if either knows something that can help stop the mist."
"Ah, okay, it doesn't exactly look like he's fine at a glance. I got a little worried when I looked over."
"Really? Considering he looks not fine most of the time, I hadn't noticed."
She chuckles a little bit.
"There was one time where he got drunk and didn't dry up for five days. He and I were living in a cabin in the woods for a little bit while me and Allison tried to figure out what the devil was going on."
"Dry up? Does that mean he was wet the entire time or something?"
"I meant get sober. Hmmm, perhaps the colloquialism doesn't apply where you're from. Krathian and I spent some time on Kyphir and that's a quite common turn of phrase."
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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.
The tabaxi looked over, not really trying to listen, but theu couldn't help themselves.
A 5'12 tabaxi, their fur pattern is reminiscent of a cheetah's pattern, but the colors are swapped. They wear what appears to be leather armor under some small but loose and comfy clothing, and they have an extremely long scarf on, covering their neck and hanging down to their knees. Their golden cat eyes briefly pass over the tavern as the walk in, quickly taking in the scene, then they take a seat at an unoccupied table.
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.
Bean looks down at it, so does nicky. Bean is a incredibly muscular female sled dog while nicky looks like wet noodles compared to her.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Ah, okay, it doesn't exactly look like he's fine at a glance. I got a little worried when I looked over."
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.
"A guy concerned that an annoyed wizard rooting through her spellbook might be a good sign that it's time to move on." He kind of weakly smiles at his own joke. "I'm Fin."
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"
"Really? Considering he looks not fine most of the time, I hadn't noticed."
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"
The kitten sneezes and turns into a rather short, ginger-haired teenage human girl, wearing a sky blue sundress that fell to her ankles. "Ah darn it," she says, rubbing her forehead.
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"
"... Im Enethia..."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
She chuckles a little bit.
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.
"Pleased to meet you Enethia, now am I right in guessing that you're not on your way to angrily disintegrate someone who vilely questioned your mother's honor, or would now be a good time to clear out."
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"
"There was one time where he got drunk and didn't dry up for five days. He and I were living in a cabin in the woods for a little bit while me and Allison tried to figure out what the devil was going on."
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"
"... Id appreciate if you avoided mentioning my mother... But no. Nothing like that. The only person Im angry with right now is myself"
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)
"Dry up? Does that mean he was wet the entire time or something?"
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.
Anson stops for a moment. He realized he let his guard down and looked around.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Bean tilts her head as nicky sneezes then wipes his muzzle with his paw
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The tabaxi gave a small wave. Their face seemed very emotionally blank.
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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.
"Now that I can relate to."
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.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Why would that be?"
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)
*Hello!*
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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Homebrew (Mostly Outdated): Magic Items, Monsters, Spells, Subclasses
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*Hai!*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I meant get sober. Hmmm, perhaps the colloquialism doesn't apply where you're from. Krathian and I spent some time on Kyphir and that's a quite common turn of phrase."
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"