"I joined Bregan D'aerthe right after the fall of my house. Only real place for a rogue like me. Unfortunately, I became disenchanted with that lifestyle, and left...unfortunately, Jarlaxle doesn't take too kindly to people leaving his organization, and so I was hunted. Even Icewind Dale wouldn't have proven a safe haven from the resources of Bregan D'aerthe... So I ran."
"Then my parents probably didn't go there." Emrick thought for a moment. "I'm really the only other Drow here that you've met?"
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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.)
[[ the fact Apifite says all this stuff with a straight face is hilarious]]
“I’m just surprised you aren’t fazed by my extra arms-“ he finishes the sugar water and pulls up his gas mask “you want one?” He holds out a white and blue gas mask and goggles
”I’m.. quite alright without it. I never caught your name by the way?”
*Bravest person I’ve ever seen. Also Roran has a british accent.*
“Apifite Mercury, but my friends call me honey, how bout you?”
[[ Apifite has a German accent]]
“Roran. Roran Haventree.” He finished up the food, still looking starving.
[[ I’m back from eating for the first time today :] ]]
”still hungry?”
*Wb! You should eat more.. that’s not healthy.*
He seems embarrassed. “A bit..”
[[ thank you. I know, but I forget to feed myself :,] ]]
“I can get you another steak if y’a want- doc gave me enough money to last at least ten years in maximum comfort… mostly cuz he knew I’d find some friends or blow some of it on something stupid” he grins sheepishly
*Still not healthy. Eat consistently or I will sternly scold you for not taking care of yourself.*
“I don’t want to take your money, but thank you for the offer.” He turned his head away in a tsundere? kinda way. “And.. I appreciate the kindness you have shown me.”
[[ look who’s back, back again! i fed myself more since i had forgot breakfast and lunch today :,] ]]
“It’s no problem, but what should I do with this extra steak I had ordered?” He ordered another steak for Roran without him knowing
[[ look who’s back, back again! i fed myself more since i had forgot breakfast and lunch today :,] ]]
“It’s no problem, but what should I do with this extra steak I had ordered?” He ordered another steak for Roran without him knowing
*Wb!* “Well… I guess I could eat it for you.. if you don’t want it.”
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*Time to introduce this mildly rushed character whom I still really love the idea of and I hope y'all love too.*
A tallish figure opens the door to the tavern, escorted by the cheerful, cascading sound of small bells. They stroke their chin as they walk into the quieting hustle and bustle of the tavern. They cut an odd figure, a well-groomed and waxed thick brown beard and mustache, the latter of which's ends have been twirled around into near-loops. An upturned, impish nose and mischievous sparkling blue eyes command the greater part of the figure's face, which is topped by an odd peaked cap made out of yellow cloth whose end falls limp around his shoulder, a small bell hanging from its tip. The figure wears battered plate armor, adorned with rows and rows of small golden bells, from the edges of the pauldrons to the upturned tips of the boots. A wooden round shield painted with the emblem of a white flame is strapped to one arm, while the other loosely carries an iron-tipped spear like a walking stick. They sit down at the bar, his armor chiming as he makes his way across the tavern floor.
Gwen looks over at them, curious but shy. They begin to sketch them
They take a long draught of their mead, setting it down and sighing in contentment for a moment. A minute or so later, they notice Gwen looking, and walk over, greeting them. "Hello."
They wave shyly. "Um... hi to you too... Who are you?"
He smiles kindly, pulling out a chair for himself at their table. "Malte Serafina, and yourself?"
"You can call me Gwen." They say, moving to the opposite side. "Um... so... how is it going?"
"Nice to meet you, Gwen." he shifts in his chair, causing another round of soft jangling. "To be honest, it's been a bit strenuous lately. It's a long walk from the stronghold at Abydos, especially considering I couldn't stop to rest. I stumbled upon this cozy little place though and thought it would be safe to stay the night." He looks around the main room, a faint smile of nostalgia on his lips. He speaks softly, with a slight middle-european accent.
"I see... um... nice bells." They comment
He chuckles, "Ah, good to see someone else likes them. I find silence a tad unnerving sometimes, these help with that."
"I see... so where did you get them?"
"The cathedral at Abydos made many beautiful things out of silver and gold in order to keep itself afloat. Both beautiful to look at and beautiful to listen to. Bells were one of their specialties and, as a resident, I found them easily available to adorn my armor."
"Cool. Where is Abydos?"
"The holy city is a few days west of here, It's a beautiful place."
*It's actually on another plane, Malte is completely unaware he's stumbled into a portal and thus Entropy.*
"Ooo, want to bring me there?"
He smiles sadly, "I wish I could, but sadly, they don't like me there anymore. Perhaps someday."
"Oh... got it. Want to talk about something else?"
"That would be nice, my old order is still a bit of a raw subject for me." He says, making a 'tiny' gesture with his fingers. "What about yourself Gwen, where do you come from?"
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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 plant basically sucks on the will power of others instead of normal plant things. you regain it on a short or long rest*
The plant starts to grow towards him, unaware of the blessing.
“Ohhh crap.” He chops at it again. Attack: 14
hit. how much damage?
10
The root is cut back to a stump, which grows back even quicker than before as it becomes *holdon doing math* at least 10 feet long!
Yasu hides inside the tavern.
The plant slowly creeps towards the door, slowly as in it has a 5 in movement speed.
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
"I joined Bregan D'aerthe right after the fall of my house. Only real place for a rogue like me. Unfortunately, I became disenchanted with that lifestyle, and left...unfortunately, Jarlaxle doesn't take too kindly to people leaving his organization, and so I was hunted. Even Icewind Dale wouldn't have proven a safe haven from the resources of Bregan D'aerthe... So I ran."
"Then my parents probably didn't go there." Emrick thought for a moment. "I'm really the only other Drow here that you've met?"
Yazrin shakes his head. "There's one other full Drow here, although I haven't seen him in a while."
*Time to introduce this mildly rushed character whom I still really love the idea of and I hope y'all love too.*
A tallish figure opens the door to the tavern, escorted by the cheerful, cascading sound of small bells. They stroke their chin as they walk into the quieting hustle and bustle of the tavern. They cut an odd figure, a well-groomed and waxed thick brown beard and mustache, the latter of which's ends have been twirled around into near-loops. An upturned, impish nose and mischievous sparkling blue eyes command the greater part of the figure's face, which is topped by an odd peaked cap made out of yellow cloth whose end falls limp around his shoulder, a small bell hanging from its tip. The figure wears battered plate armor, adorned with rows and rows of small golden bells, from the edges of the pauldrons to the upturned tips of the boots. A wooden round shield painted with the emblem of a white flame is strapped to one arm, while the other loosely carries an iron-tipped spear like a walking stick. They sit down at the bar, his armor chiming as he makes his way across the tavern floor.
Gwen looks over at them, curious but shy. They begin to sketch them
They take a long draught of their mead, setting it down and sighing in contentment for a moment. A minute or so later, they notice Gwen looking, and walk over, greeting them. "Hello."
They wave shyly. "Um... hi to you too... Who are you?"
He smiles kindly, pulling out a chair for himself at their table. "Malte Serafina, and yourself?"
"You can call me Gwen." They say, moving to the opposite side. "Um... so... how is it going?"
"Nice to meet you, Gwen." he shifts in his chair, causing another round of soft jangling. "To be honest, it's been a bit strenuous lately. It's a long walk from the stronghold at Abydos, especially considering I couldn't stop to rest. I stumbled upon this cozy little place though and thought it would be safe to stay the night." He looks around the main room, a faint smile of nostalgia on his lips. He speaks softly, with a slight middle-european accent.
"I see... um... nice bells." They comment
He chuckles, "Ah, good to see someone else likes them. I find silence a tad unnerving sometimes, these help with that."
"I see... so where did you get them?"
"The cathedral at Abydos made many beautiful things out of silver and gold in order to keep itself afloat. Both beautiful to look at and beautiful to listen to. Bells were one of their specialties and, as a resident, I found them easily available to adorn my armor."
"Cool. Where is Abydos?"
"The holy city is a few days west of here, It's a beautiful place."
*It's actually on another plane, Malte is completely unaware he's stumbled into a portal and thus Entropy.*
"Ooo, want to bring me there?"
He smiles sadly, "I wish I could, but sadly, they don't like me there anymore. Perhaps someday."
"Oh... got it. Want to talk about something else?"
"That would be nice, my old order is still a bit of a raw subject for me." He says, making a 'tiny' gesture with his fingers. "What about yourself Gwen, where do you come from?"
"A... world known as Aviski. A world without gods and ruled by Dragons, very different from most others... What do you want to know?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*the plant basically sucks on the will power of others instead of normal plant things. you regain it on a short or long rest*
The plant starts to grow towards him, unaware of the blessing.
“Ohhh crap.” He chops at it again. Attack: 14
hit. how much damage?
10
The root is cut back to a stump, which grows back even quicker than before as it becomes *holdon doing math* at least 10 feet long!
Yasu hides inside the tavern.
The plant slowly creeps towards the door, slowly as in it has a 5 in movement speed.
Yasu shuts the door. “YALL. THERES AN EVIL PLANT OUTSIDE.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
[[ look who’s back, back again! i fed myself more since i had forgot breakfast and lunch today :,] ]]
“It’s no problem, but what should I do with this extra steak I had ordered?” He ordered another steak for Roran without him knowing
*Wb!* “Well… I guess I could eat it for you.. if you don’t want it.”
[[ thx ]]
“be my guest” he pushes the steak towards roran
He eats it politely, trying to look dignified.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"I joined Bregan D'aerthe right after the fall of my house. Only real place for a rogue like me. Unfortunately, I became disenchanted with that lifestyle, and left...unfortunately, Jarlaxle doesn't take too kindly to people leaving his organization, and so I was hunted. Even Icewind Dale wouldn't have proven a safe haven from the resources of Bregan D'aerthe... So I ran."
"Then my parents probably didn't go there." Emrick thought for a moment. "I'm really the only other Drow here that you've met?"
Yazrin shakes his head. "There's one other full Drow here, although I haven't seen him in a while."
"Oh, is he...like you?"
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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.)
*the plant basically sucks on the will power of others instead of normal plant things. you regain it on a short or long rest*
The plant starts to grow towards him, unaware of the blessing.
“Ohhh crap.” He chops at it again. Attack: 14
hit. how much damage?
10
The root is cut back to a stump, which grows back even quicker than before as it becomes *holdon doing math* at least 10 feet long!
Yasu hides inside the tavern.
The plant slowly creeps towards the door, slowly as in it has a 5 in movement speed.
Yasu shuts the door. “YALL. THERES AN EVIL PLANT OUTSIDE.”
The plant slowly but surely wraps around the door's hinges, and the door slowly creeks open.
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Time to introduce this mildly rushed character whom I still really love the idea of and I hope y'all love too.*
A tallish figure opens the door to the tavern, escorted by the cheerful, cascading sound of small bells. They stroke their chin as they walk into the quieting hustle and bustle of the tavern. They cut an odd figure, a well-groomed and waxed thick brown beard and mustache, the latter of which's ends have been twirled around into near-loops. An upturned, impish nose and mischievous sparkling blue eyes command the greater part of the figure's face, which is topped by an odd peaked cap made out of yellow cloth whose end falls limp around his shoulder, a small bell hanging from its tip. The figure wears battered plate armor, adorned with rows and rows of small golden bells, from the edges of the pauldrons to the upturned tips of the boots. A wooden round shield painted with the emblem of a white flame is strapped to one arm, while the other loosely carries an iron-tipped spear like a walking stick. They sit down at the bar, his armor chiming as he makes his way across the tavern floor.
Gwen looks over at them, curious but shy. They begin to sketch them
They take a long draught of their mead, setting it down and sighing in contentment for a moment. A minute or so later, they notice Gwen looking, and walk over, greeting them. "Hello."
They wave shyly. "Um... hi to you too... Who are you?"
He smiles kindly, pulling out a chair for himself at their table. "Malte Serafina, and yourself?"
"You can call me Gwen." They say, moving to the opposite side. "Um... so... how is it going?"
"Nice to meet you, Gwen." he shifts in his chair, causing another round of soft jangling. "To be honest, it's been a bit strenuous lately. It's a long walk from the stronghold at Abydos, especially considering I couldn't stop to rest. I stumbled upon this cozy little place though and thought it would be safe to stay the night." He looks around the main room, a faint smile of nostalgia on his lips. He speaks softly, with a slight middle-european accent.
"I see... um... nice bells." They comment
He chuckles, "Ah, good to see someone else likes them. I find silence a tad unnerving sometimes, these help with that."
"I see... so where did you get them?"
"The cathedral at Abydos made many beautiful things out of silver and gold in order to keep itself afloat. Both beautiful to look at and beautiful to listen to. Bells were one of their specialties and, as a resident, I found them easily available to adorn my armor."
"Cool. Where is Abydos?"
"The holy city is a few days west of here, It's a beautiful place."
*It's actually on another plane, Malte is completely unaware he's stumbled into a portal and thus Entropy.*
"Ooo, want to bring me there?"
He smiles sadly, "I wish I could, but sadly, they don't like me there anymore. Perhaps someday."
"Oh... got it. Want to talk about something else?"
"That would be nice, my old order is still a bit of a raw subject for me." He says, making a 'tiny' gesture with his fingers. "What about yourself Gwen, where do you come from?"
"A... world known as Aviski. A world without gods and ruled by Dragons, very different from most others... What do you want to know?"
"What was it like, beautiful mountains? Rolling hills? Barren deserts?"
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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 joined Bregan D'aerthe right after the fall of my house. Only real place for a rogue like me. Unfortunately, I became disenchanted with that lifestyle, and left...unfortunately, Jarlaxle doesn't take too kindly to people leaving his organization, and so I was hunted. Even Icewind Dale wouldn't have proven a safe haven from the resources of Bregan D'aerthe... So I ran."
"Then my parents probably didn't go there." Emrick thought for a moment. "I'm really the only other Drow here that you've met?"
Yazrin shakes his head. "There's one other full Drow here, although I haven't seen him in a while."
"Oh, is he...like you?"
Yazrin shrugs. "I haven't talked to him too much, although I know he is a former noble as well. Otherwise, I have no clue honestly."
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"Then my parents probably didn't go there." Emrick thought for a moment. "I'm really the only other Drow here that you've met?"
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 prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"WHO IS IN MY BRAIN!?" Bite says very loudly
I'm singing in the rain!
just singing in the rain!
what a glorious feeling!
i'm happy again!
You can find me as Leaping bite (Bite) and Freyles at the tavern at the end of the world!
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Wb!*
“Well… I guess I could eat it for you.. if you don’t want it.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Freyles waves at Gwen "hello there! would you like to have a drink?"
I'm singing in the rain!
just singing in the rain!
what a glorious feeling!
i'm happy again!
You can find me as Leaping bite (Bite) and Freyles at the tavern at the end of the world!
"That would be nice, my old order is still a bit of a raw subject for me." He says, making a 'tiny' gesture with his fingers. "What about yourself Gwen, where do you come from?"
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 plant slowly creeps towards the door, slowly as in it has a 5 in movement speed.
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Yazrin shakes his head. "There's one other full Drow here, although I haven't seen him in a while."
"Agreed. Being a vampire is all about pretending, and it isn't fun. If you don't have to pretend, don't."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Um... depends on the drink."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"A... world known as Aviski. A world without gods and ruled by Dragons, very different from most others... What do you want to know?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yasu shuts the door. “YALL. THERES AN EVIL PLANT OUTSIDE.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
[[ thx ]]
“be my guest” he pushes the steak towards roran
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
A sentient sword. Want to talk outloud?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He eats it politely, trying to look dignified.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Well... they have a lot of stuff! Beer, wine, OJ, water, rum, whisky, vodka, and more! plus food! so much food"
I'm singing in the rain!
just singing in the rain!
what a glorious feeling!
i'm happy again!
You can find me as Leaping bite (Bite) and Freyles at the tavern at the end of the world!
"Oh, is he...like you?"
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 prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
The plant slowly but surely wraps around the door's hinges, and the door slowly creeks open.
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
"What was it like, beautiful mountains? Rolling hills? Barren deserts?"
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"
Yazrin shrugs. "I haven't talked to him too much, although I know he is a former noble as well. Otherwise, I have no clue honestly."