The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
He sets her down, quickly pulling a crystal phial from his cloak. "Drink this," he says, handing it to her.
She takes it, examining it for a moment, before drinking it. The blood begins to stain anything she sits upon.
*Potion of superior healing.*
He tries to stop the bleeding.
"I'll be fine" she said, smiling wearily. "I stole back my soul but.... angel's who do that are considered traitors to their kind.... I was made example of"
He cracks his knuckles, resting his hands on his cane as he sits. "There will be little mercy for them, should they cross me." he looks back down at her. "So you have retrieved your memories?"
She watches him "Revenge is a tedious thing, there is no time for that, and to your question, yes i have. Now the remembering will be the hard part" she said and held her stomach "Great.... they exploded half of my organs..."
"The potion should make short work of that, for now, you need to rest."
She smiles and begins to look drowsy. "will you still be here when i wake up?"
He thinks for a moment. "Yes, I believe so." As she drifts off to sleep, he casts dream on her, taking her back to the most pleasant moments of her childhood.
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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 clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
"Neither. Simply a disciple of energy." The vines begin wrapping higher, trying to wrap everything up to her neck
"Careful...."
"They will be." She begins regaining 2 HP each round, and any missing or broken body parts begin regrowing or mending
starting health: 2/204
She closes her eyes, feeling extremely tired
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
"Neither. Simply a disciple of energy." The vines begin wrapping higher, trying to wrap everything up to her neck
"Careful...."
"They will be." She begins regaining 2 HP each round, and any missing or broken body parts begin regrowing or mending
starting health: 2/204
She closes her eyes, feeling extremely tired
The vines slowly tighten, as the healing continues each round "Rest as much as you can..... Your injuries will be gone from you soon"
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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)
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
He sets her down, quickly pulling a crystal phial from his cloak. "Drink this," he says, handing it to her.
She takes it, examining it for a moment, before drinking it. The blood begins to stain anything she sits upon.
*Potion of superior healing.*
He tries to stop the bleeding.
"I'll be fine" she said, smiling wearily. "I stole back my soul but.... angel's who do that are considered traitors to their kind.... I was made example of"
He cracks his knuckles, resting his hands on his cane as he sits. "There will be little mercy for them, should they cross me." he looks back down at her. "So you have retrieved your memories?"
She watches him "Revenge is a tedious thing, there is no time for that, and to your question, yes i have. Now the remembering will be the hard part" she said and held her stomach "Great.... they exploded half of my organs..."
"The potion should make short work of that, for now, you need to rest."
She smiles and begins to look drowsy. "will you still be here when i wake up?"
He thinks for a moment. "Yes, I believe so." As she drifts off to sleep, he casts dream on her, taking her back to the most pleasant moments of her childhood.
She reaches out a hand to him to hold it.
*My brain: COME WITH ME, TO A WORLD, MADE OF PURE IMAGINATION*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
"Neither. Simply a disciple of energy." The vines begin wrapping higher, trying to wrap everything up to her neck
"Careful...."
"They will be." She begins regaining 2 HP each round, and any missing or broken body parts begin regrowing or mending
starting health: 2/204
She closes her eyes, feeling extremely tired
The vines slowly tighten, as the healing continues each round "Rest as much as you can..... Your injuries will be gone from you soon"
*haha, this seems like a nice person...................................................... i dont trust them*
Allison falls into a deep sleep
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
"Neither. Simply a disciple of energy." The vines begin wrapping higher, trying to wrap everything up to her neck
"Careful...."
"They will be." She begins regaining 2 HP each round, and any missing or broken body parts begin regrowing or mending
starting health: 2/204
She closes her eyes, feeling extremely tired
The vines slowly tighten, as the healing continues each round "Rest as much as you can..... Your injuries will be gone from you soon"
*haha, this seems like a nice person...................................................... i dont trust them*
Allison falls into a deep sleep
*:). Certain things may be happening* For how long
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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)
Jerimiah slithers up, "What'cha doin' there?" *This guy talking in a western accent, with a bit of southern to it, use Striker from Helluva Boss as a base. *
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
"Neither. Simply a disciple of energy." The vines begin wrapping higher, trying to wrap everything up to her neck
"Careful...."
"They will be." She begins regaining 2 HP each round, and any missing or broken body parts begin regrowing or mending
starting health: 2/204
She closes her eyes, feeling extremely tired
The vines slowly tighten, as the healing continues each round "Rest as much as you can..... Your injuries will be gone from you soon"
*haha, this seems like a nice person...................................................... i dont trust them*
Allison falls into a deep sleep
*:). Certain things may be happening* For how long
*Nice people usually hide things >-> whatcha hiding chris?*
*hour or so?*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
He sets her down, quickly pulling a crystal phial from his cloak. "Drink this," he says, handing it to her.
She takes it, examining it for a moment, before drinking it. The blood begins to stain anything she sits upon.
*Potion of superior healing.*
He tries to stop the bleeding.
"I'll be fine" she said, smiling wearily. "I stole back my soul but.... angel's who do that are considered traitors to their kind.... I was made example of"
He cracks his knuckles, resting his hands on his cane as he sits. "There will be little mercy for them, should they cross me." he looks back down at her. "So you have retrieved your memories?"
She watches him "Revenge is a tedious thing, there is no time for that, and to your question, yes i have. Now the remembering will be the hard part" she said and held her stomach "Great.... they exploded half of my organs..."
"The potion should make short work of that, for now, you need to rest."
She smiles and begins to look drowsy. "will you still be here when i wake up?"
He thinks for a moment. "Yes, I believe so." As she drifts off to sleep, he casts dream on her, taking her back to the most pleasant moments of her childhood.
She reaches out a hand to him to hold it.
*My brain: COME WITH ME, TO A WORLD, MADE OF PURE IMAGINATION*
He holds it, kneading it, humming an old mining song from his home.
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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 clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
"Neither. Simply a disciple of energy." The vines begin wrapping higher, trying to wrap everything up to her neck
"Careful...."
"They will be." She begins regaining 2 HP each round, and any missing or broken body parts begin regrowing or mending
starting health: 2/204
She closes her eyes, feeling extremely tired
The vines slowly tighten, as the healing continues each round "Rest as much as you can..... Your injuries will be gone from you soon"
*haha, this seems like a nice person...................................................... i dont trust them*
Allison falls into a deep sleep
*:). Certain things may be happening* For how long
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
He sets her down, quickly pulling a crystal phial from his cloak. "Drink this," he says, handing it to her.
She takes it, examining it for a moment, before drinking it. The blood begins to stain anything she sits upon.
*Potion of superior healing.*
He tries to stop the bleeding.
"I'll be fine" she said, smiling wearily. "I stole back my soul but.... angel's who do that are considered traitors to their kind.... I was made example of"
He cracks his knuckles, resting his hands on his cane as he sits. "There will be little mercy for them, should they cross me." he looks back down at her. "So you have retrieved your memories?"
She watches him "Revenge is a tedious thing, there is no time for that, and to your question, yes i have. Now the remembering will be the hard part" she said and held her stomach "Great.... they exploded half of my organs..."
"The potion should make short work of that, for now, you need to rest."
She smiles and begins to look drowsy. "will you still be here when i wake up?"
He thinks for a moment. "Yes, I believe so." As she drifts off to sleep, he casts dream on her, taking her back to the most pleasant moments of her childhood.
She reaches out a hand to him to hold it.
*My brain: COME WITH ME, TO A WORLD, MADE OF PURE IMAGINATION*
He holds it, kneading it, humming an old mining song from his home.
"Im sorry" she says, gripping his hand "Im sorry i hurt you. I know no amount of words will soften your heart, but i want to tell you im sorry..."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A beautiful woman enters the Tavern (um...lazy with descriptions so...Madonna or my PFP lmao) wearing nice robes and a pointy hat with a wide brim. She carries a staff and a sheathed longsword.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Jerimiah slithers up, "What'cha doin' there?" *This guy talking in a western accent, with a bit of southern to it, use Striker from Helluva Boss as a base. *
*You know, when my mind say 'slithers up' and went to rattlesnake joke, i didn't expect it to be accurate*
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
"Neither. Simply a disciple of energy." The vines begin wrapping higher, trying to wrap everything up to her neck
"Careful...."
"They will be." She begins regaining 2 HP each round, and any missing or broken body parts begin regrowing or mending
starting health: 2/204
She closes her eyes, feeling extremely tired
The vines slowly tighten, as the healing continues each round "Rest as much as you can..... Your injuries will be gone from you soon"
*haha, this seems like a nice person...................................................... i dont trust them*
Allison falls into a deep sleep
*:). Certain things may be happening* For how long
*Nice people usually hide things >-> whatcha hiding chris?*
*hour or so?*
*Much ;)* When she wakes up, the vines have begun receding. The man has new wounds, and shes fully healed.
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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)
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He thinks for a moment. "Yes, I believe so." As she drifts off to sleep, he casts dream on her, taking her back to the most pleasant moments of her childhood.
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"
starting health: 2/204
She closes her eyes, feeling extremely tired
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The vines slowly tighten, as the healing continues each round "Rest as much as you can..... Your injuries will be gone from you soon"
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 reaches out a hand to him to hold it.
*My brain: COME WITH ME, TO A WORLD, MADE OF PURE IMAGINATION*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Good evening/morning/day to you!*
Zenix is grooming pheo
Kai is sketching on blueprints, changing things
-Open slot-
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
*haha, this seems like a nice person...................................................... i dont trust them*
Allison falls into a deep sleep
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Yuri is hopping around in her rabbit form outside.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Barachiel looks up. "What are you talking about?"
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.
*:). Certain things may be happening* For how long
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)
Jerimiah slithers up, "What'cha doin' there?" *This guy talking in a western accent, with a bit of southern to it, use Striker from Helluva Boss as a base. *
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Some stuff, you'd probably lose braincells from."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Nice people usually hide things >-> whatcha hiding chris?*
*hour or so?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He holds it, kneading it, humming an old mining song from his home.
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"
*hhhh, I'm unsettled.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Im sorry" she says, gripping his hand "Im sorry i hurt you. I know no amount of words will soften your heart, but i want to tell you im sorry..."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A different raven seems to be watching her
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
The rabbits ears lower.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A beautiful woman enters the Tavern (um...lazy with descriptions so...Madonna or my PFP lmao) wearing nice robes and a pointy hat with a wide brim. She carries a staff and a sheathed longsword.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*You know, when my mind say 'slithers up' and went to rattlesnake joke, i didn't expect it to be accurate*
"I'm fixing a blueprint." He says
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
*Much ;)* When she wakes up, the vines have begun receding. The man has new wounds, and shes fully healed.
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)