Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Vinx's sharp eyes notice Turin. There is a large metal goat standing next to Vinx. Vinx walks over and taps Turin on the shoulder. "Should you be doing that?" Vinx is a short changeling with pale purple hair.
*description?*
*Short, shabby-looking dwarf with thick round eyeglasses and a short brown beard. His hair is tied back in a small bun.*
"Probably not. That has no bearing on whether I will, however." he speaks with a prominent cockney accent.
" Then you should stop." Vinx says with a stern edge.
*the elf has probably noticed you*
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Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Soldaer's voice enters his mind. Don't even think about stealing from Etheaonia again. This is your one warning, dwarf.
"Wouldn't dream of it Pap, She's much too sly for me. Now if you wouldn't mind kindly exiting me head that would be most appreciated."
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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.
Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Soldaer's voice enters his mind. Don't even think about stealing from Etheaonia again. This is your one warning, dwarf.
"Wouldn't dream of it Pap, She's much too sly for me. Now if you wouldn't mind kindly exiting me head that would be most appreciated."
Good. Because if you did, you'd have to deal with me. Soldaer breaks the connection.
Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Vinx's sharp eyes notice Turin. There is a large metal goat standing next to Vinx. Vinx walks over and taps Turin on the shoulder. "Should you be doing that?" Vinx is a short changeling with pale purple hair.
*description?*
*Short, shabby-looking dwarf with thick round eyeglasses and a short brown beard. His hair is tied back in a small bun.*
"Probably not. That has no bearing on whether I will, however." he speaks with a prominent cockney accent.
" Then you should stop." Vinx says with a stern edge.
*the elf has probably noticed you*
*It has, and Turin is ticked.*
He glares at the changeling. "Why don't you mind yer own business, whoever you are."
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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.
Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Vinx's sharp eyes notice Turin. There is a large metal goat standing next to Vinx. Vinx walks over and taps Turin on the shoulder. "Should you be doing that?" Vinx is a short changeling with pale purple hair.
*description?*
*Short, shabby-looking dwarf with thick round eyeglasses and a short brown beard. His hair is tied back in a small bun.*
"Probably not. That has no bearing on whether I will, however." he speaks with a prominent cockney accent.
" Then you should stop." Vinx says with a stern edge.
*the elf has probably noticed you*
*It has, and Turin is ticked.*
He glares at the changeling. "Why don't you mind yer own business, whoever you are."
" My name is Vinx, I would say good to meet you but your robbing this elf" mimicking Turin exactly they say "your business is bothering others and I will mind it"
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Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Vinx's sharp eyes notice Turin. There is a large metal goat standing next to Vinx. Vinx walks over and taps Turin on the shoulder. "Should you be doing that?" Vinx is a short changeling with pale purple hair.
*description?*
*Short, shabby-looking dwarf with thick round eyeglasses and a short brown beard. His hair is tied back in a small bun.*
"Probably not. That has no bearing on whether I will, however." he speaks with a prominent cockney accent.
" Then you should stop." Vinx says with a stern edge.
*the elf has probably noticed you*
*It has, and Turin is ticked.*
He glares at the changeling. "Why don't you mind yer own business, whoever you are."
" My name is Vinx, I would say good to meet you but your robbing this elf" mimicking Turin exactly they say "your business is bothering others and I will mind it"
He swears under his breath, "Can't make an honest livin' as a thief these days without some stuck-up do-gooder interjecting."
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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.
Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Vinx's sharp eyes notice Turin. There is a large metal goat standing next to Vinx. Vinx walks over and taps Turin on the shoulder. "Should you be doing that?" Vinx is a short changeling with pale purple hair.
*description?*
*Short, shabby-looking dwarf with thick round eyeglasses and a short brown beard. His hair is tied back in a small bun.*
"Probably not. That has no bearing on whether I will, however." he speaks with a prominent cockney accent.
" Then you should stop." Vinx says with a stern edge.
*the elf has probably noticed you*
*It has, and Turin is ticked.*
He glares at the changeling. "Why don't you mind yer own business, whoever you are."
" My name is Vinx, I would say good to meet you but your robbing this elf" mimicking Turin exactly they say "your business is bothering others and I will mind it"
He swears under his breath, "Can't make an honest livin' as a thief these days without some stuck-up do-gooder interjecting."
Vinx laughs "if your living is honest than I'm a greatwyrm"
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Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Vinx's sharp eyes notice Turin. There is a large metal goat standing next to Vinx. Vinx walks over and taps Turin on the shoulder. "Should you be doing that?" Vinx is a short changeling with pale purple hair.
*description?*
*Short, shabby-looking dwarf with thick round eyeglasses and a short brown beard. His hair is tied back in a small bun.*
"Probably not. That has no bearing on whether I will, however." he speaks with a prominent cockney accent.
" Then you should stop." Vinx says with a stern edge.
*the elf has probably noticed you*
*It has, and Turin is ticked.*
He glares at the changeling. "Why don't you mind yer own business, whoever you are."
" My name is Vinx, I would say good to meet you but your robbing this elf" mimicking Turin exactly they say "your business is bothering others and I will mind it"
He swears under his breath, "Can't make an honest livin' as a thief these days without some stuck-up do-gooder interjecting."
Vinx laughs "if your living is honest than I'm a greatwyrm"
"Just...go away."
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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.
Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Vinx's sharp eyes notice Turin. There is a large metal goat standing next to Vinx. Vinx walks over and taps Turin on the shoulder. "Should you be doing that?" Vinx is a short changeling with pale purple hair.
*description?*
*Short, shabby-looking dwarf with thick round eyeglasses and a short brown beard. His hair is tied back in a small bun.*
"Probably not. That has no bearing on whether I will, however." he speaks with a prominent cockney accent.
" Then you should stop." Vinx says with a stern edge.
*the elf has probably noticed you*
*It has, and Turin is ticked.*
He glares at the changeling. "Why don't you mind yer own business, whoever you are."
" My name is Vinx, I would say good to meet you but your robbing this elf" mimicking Turin exactly they say "your business is bothering others and I will mind it"
He swears under his breath, "Can't make an honest livin' as a thief these days without some stuck-up do-gooder interjecting."
Vinx laughs "if your living is honest than I'm a greatwyrm"
"Just...go away."
"I'll leave but you should try stealing from people who have more.... Unsavory reputations."
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Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Vinx's sharp eyes notice Turin. There is a large metal goat standing next to Vinx. Vinx walks over and taps Turin on the shoulder. "Should you be doing that?" Vinx is a short changeling with pale purple hair.
*description?*
*Short, shabby-looking dwarf with thick round eyeglasses and a short brown beard. His hair is tied back in a small bun.*
"Probably not. That has no bearing on whether I will, however." he speaks with a prominent cockney accent.
" Then you should stop." Vinx says with a stern edge.
*the elf has probably noticed you*
*It has, and Turin is ticked.*
He glares at the changeling. "Why don't you mind yer own business, whoever you are."
" My name is Vinx, I would say good to meet you but your robbing this elf" mimicking Turin exactly they say "your business is bothering others and I will mind it"
He swears under his breath, "Can't make an honest livin' as a thief these days without some stuck-up do-gooder interjecting."
Vinx laughs "if your living is honest than I'm a greatwyrm"
"Just...go away."
"I'll leave but you should try stealing from people who have more.... Unsavory reputations."
He rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say Robin hood."
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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.
Soldaer laughs and shrugs. "I will neither confirm nor deny that, although you do have to admit that it sounds romantic, especially if it's just the two of us."
"Thats true, you aren't wrong," She laughs
"So, shall we order food, and then take this upstairs?" He asks, somewhat teasingly, but his eyes reflect his love and affection.
"Pfft, fine." She nods, leaning her head on his shoulder, "But only cause you asked nicely."
Soldaer chuckles, and leads her over to the bar, where he orders two steaks, complete with the fixings, and pays in platinum,
Nia hums to herself as she waits for the food to be finished
As soon as the food comes out, Soldaer gathers the plates and leads Nia upstairs and back into his room. For the next minute or so, there's a flurry of activity, as Soldaer transforms the plain table and chairs where they were sitting yesterday into a romantic table for two, complete with candles in silver candlesticks.
"Woah, never knew you could do this kinda thing." She murmers, "Its amazing."
Soldaer chuckles, his eyes alit with love. "I've never had reason too before, dear." He smiles, setting the plates on the table and sweeps Nia into his arms, kissing her tenderly before leading her to one of the chairs.
"Woo, if romance is dead, you must be practicing necromancy," She says, face flushed
Soldaer laughs, before moving back over to the liquor cabinet. "Blue Wolf again?" He asks.
"Yes please," She smiles
"Of course dear." He grabs the bottle and a pair of glasses, and walks back towards the table, setting the glasses down and pouring them each a glass, before sitting down across from her.
"New nickname i see?" She asks, tapping on the table in a small melody
Soldaer chuckles. "I've got a few more bouncing around in this head of mine, but not quite ready to use them yet." He smiles.
Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
[[ since elendon never gave me a definite answer ]]
A 20 something year old guy with padded hands [[ like a raccoon]] pointed raccoon ears where regular ears would be and a giant raccoon tail, grabs Turin’s hand, “that’s not very nice” his voice sounded like it was coming from a crackling radio
Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Soldaer's voice enters his mind. Don't even think about stealing from Etheaonia again. This is your one warning, dwarf.
Krathian is flipping a carved wooden rod in his hands, around the middle in a band of letters is written a string of letters incomprehensible to any without the aid of magic: "Lisahndr"
Fin is resting his eyes in the main room.
Turin is pickpocketing another elf, annoyed at his earlier failure.
Steve is recovering from a weird morning and a depressing day.
Vinx's sharp eyes notice Turin. There is a large metal goat standing next to Vinx. Vinx walks over and taps Turin on the shoulder. "Should you be doing that?" Vinx is a short changeling with pale purple hair.
*description?*
*3 people telling Turin no. Lol.*
*Ikr? I had two perfectly respectable people doing perfectly respectable things, and everyone decides to jump on Turin.*
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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.
Soldaer laughs and shrugs. "I will neither confirm nor deny that, although you do have to admit that it sounds romantic, especially if it's just the two of us."
"Thats true, you aren't wrong," She laughs
"So, shall we order food, and then take this upstairs?" He asks, somewhat teasingly, but his eyes reflect his love and affection.
"Pfft, fine." She nods, leaning her head on his shoulder, "But only cause you asked nicely."
Soldaer chuckles, and leads her over to the bar, where he orders two steaks, complete with the fixings, and pays in platinum,
Nia hums to herself as she waits for the food to be finished
As soon as the food comes out, Soldaer gathers the plates and leads Nia upstairs and back into his room. For the next minute or so, there's a flurry of activity, as Soldaer transforms the plain table and chairs where they were sitting yesterday into a romantic table for two, complete with candles in silver candlesticks.
"Woah, never knew you could do this kinda thing." She murmers, "Its amazing."
Soldaer chuckles, his eyes alit with love. "I've never had reason too before, dear." He smiles, setting the plates on the table and sweeps Nia into his arms, kissing her tenderly before leading her to one of the chairs.
"Woo, if romance is dead, you must be practicing necromancy," She says, face flushed
Soldaer laughs, before moving back over to the liquor cabinet. "Blue Wolf again?" He asks.
"Yes please," She smiles
"Of course dear." He grabs the bottle and a pair of glasses, and walks back towards the table, setting the glasses down and pouring them each a glass, before sitting down across from her.
"New nickname i see?" She asks, tapping on the table in a small melody
Soldaer chuckles. "I've got a few more bouncing around in this head of mine, but not quite ready to use them yet." He smiles.
"I'll figure out one for you sometime."
Soldaer actually smiles. "I'd actually like that."
Soldaer laughs and shrugs. "I will neither confirm nor deny that, although you do have to admit that it sounds romantic, especially if it's just the two of us."
"Thats true, you aren't wrong," She laughs
"So, shall we order food, and then take this upstairs?" He asks, somewhat teasingly, but his eyes reflect his love and affection.
"Pfft, fine." She nods, leaning her head on his shoulder, "But only cause you asked nicely."
Soldaer chuckles, and leads her over to the bar, where he orders two steaks, complete with the fixings, and pays in platinum,
Nia hums to herself as she waits for the food to be finished
As soon as the food comes out, Soldaer gathers the plates and leads Nia upstairs and back into his room. For the next minute or so, there's a flurry of activity, as Soldaer transforms the plain table and chairs where they were sitting yesterday into a romantic table for two, complete with candles in silver candlesticks.
"Woah, never knew you could do this kinda thing." She murmers, "Its amazing."
Soldaer chuckles, his eyes alit with love. "I've never had reason too before, dear." He smiles, setting the plates on the table and sweeps Nia into his arms, kissing her tenderly before leading her to one of the chairs.
"Woo, if romance is dead, you must be practicing necromancy," She says, face flushed
Soldaer laughs, before moving back over to the liquor cabinet. "Blue Wolf again?" He asks.
"Yes please," She smiles
"Of course dear." He grabs the bottle and a pair of glasses, and walks back towards the table, setting the glasses down and pouring them each a glass, before sitting down across from her.
"New nickname i see?" She asks, tapping on the table in a small melody
Soldaer chuckles. "I've got a few more bouncing around in this head of mine, but not quite ready to use them yet." He smiles.
"I'll figure out one for you sometime."
Soldaer actually smiles. "I'd actually like that."
"Hey, you hav a very nice smile." She says, smiling broadly
" Then you should stop." Vinx says with a stern edge.
*the elf has probably noticed you*
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Make some trinket tables on this thread!
"Wouldn't dream of it Pap, She's much too sly for me. Now if you wouldn't mind kindly exiting me head that would be most appreciated."
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"
Good. Because if you did, you'd have to deal with me. Soldaer breaks the connection.
*It has, and Turin is ticked.*
He glares at the changeling. "Why don't you mind yer own business, whoever you are."
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"
" My name is Vinx, I would say good to meet you but your robbing this elf" mimicking Turin exactly they say "your business is bothering others and I will mind it"
Come check out some of my Homebrew (please give input!)
Make some trinket tables on this thread!
He swears under his breath, "Can't make an honest livin' as a thief these days without some stuck-up do-gooder interjecting."
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"
Vinx laughs "if your living is honest than I'm a greatwyrm"
Come check out some of my Homebrew (please give input!)
Make some trinket tables on this thread!
"Just...go away."
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"
"I'll leave but you should try stealing from people who have more.... Unsavory reputations."
Come check out some of my Homebrew (please give input!)
Make some trinket tables on this thread!
He rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say Robin hood."
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"
"Fine." Vinx walks back to his chair and continues reading.
*that's the second time today one of my characters has been called robin hood.*
Come check out some of my Homebrew (please give input!)
Make some trinket tables on this thread!
"I'll figure out one for you sometime."
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 wonder why?*
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"
*I ave returned for a little*
*Hows it going??*
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
*Ikr? I had two perfectly respectable people doing perfectly respectable things, and everyone decides to jump on Turin.*
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"
Soldaer actually smiles. "I'd actually like that."
*Welcome back Alaric! It's going pretty good, although very quite right now.*
*Gtg*
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"
Come check out some of my Homebrew (please give input!)
Make some trinket tables on this thread!
"Hey, you hav a very nice smile." She says, smiling broadly
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