*Looks like Lawrence disappeared so... here are my actives if anyone wants to rp w me.*
Krathian is reading a book on recreational illusions
Fin is with Oscar (In Stasis RN.)
Malte is drinking in the main room
Sharlene is discussing on how 70 drinks is normal.
Teruo is still arguing with Zenix.
*Hmmm... why not?*
Nerima is hanging from a tree by her legs.
*description?*
*Literally just copy-pasted from her intro*
A 5'9 woman walks in. Her hair is a light fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs under her ribs behind her back, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved light brown tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out , and a pair of studded shiny black leather gloves, some black cloth pants that are also spread out at the ankles, and she has on some plain shoes.
Lysander waves at her. "Hello, who might you be?"
She gives a small wave back. "A very uncommon name called Nunya."
"Nice to meet you. How goes it?"
She looked at him blankly. "You serious? Gods, he's a stupid one." She muttered.
Lysander hides his annoyance. "I have learned not to assume, and to go through a certain structure of conversation. Maybe we can skip it in this case, maybe not."
"And apparently a pompous one as well." She muttered again.
"And what would you have me act like?"
She shrugged. "Not towards me at all, I'm just trying to drink here."
"Mmm... I see." He says, sitting down drinking silently
"Perfect!" She went back to her drinks, she's on her 13th bottle already.
Lysander thinks about stuff
*Truesight?*
*Nothing, just Sharlene on her 14th bottle.*
*What type of alcohol? Also, would Alcohol be considered a poison?*
*Ale, if drunk in large enough quantities, probably, but she's immune to poisons and diseases.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I have an original copy of Mordenkainen's Treatise on the Intimate Workings of the Multiverse!
"No!"
This peaks Gwen's interest. Mmm... May I see?
"Fine, but then you might want to surrender." They say, taking the form of a Deva. "Ready?"
...If you're careful with it...
"Oh... -[gulp]- OK..."
I hoard knowledge and books, why wouldn't I be?
"You want to do this later?"
..Here.. She carefully takes out a yellowed and aged script.
"No! Let's do this..."
Gwen cleans it with magic, lays out a cloth, and opens the pages with mage hand. "Who gave you this?"
"[Sigh] sure." Raphael let's them go first
*It's clean and in good shape, just old.* Lumen watches with curiosity. I found it in my dad's library!
Make a Con save.
i see... they say, with a tinge of sadness. Do you think I might visit some day?
25
Yeah! We have people over all the time!
*Sorry meant Dex, but passes anyways.* No damage because of tavern. A wave of corrosive frost washes past Raphael, but he avoids the majority with his save.
Cool. Can you take me there now or do I have to ask your dad?
Raphael sighs, flies over, transforms into an anaconda, preparing to grapple the youngling
I mean, I don't know how to get back...
Roll grapple?
lets ask your father, okay?
12
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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
*Looks like Lawrence disappeared so... here are my actives if anyone wants to rp w me.*
Krathian is reading a book on recreational illusions
Fin is with Oscar (In Stasis RN.)
Malte is drinking in the main room
Sharlene is discussing on how 70 drinks is normal.
Teruo is still arguing with Zenix.
*Hmmm... why not?*
Nerima is hanging from a tree by her legs.
*description?*
*Literally just copy-pasted from her intro*
A 5'9 woman walks in. Her hair is a light fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs under her ribs behind her back, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved light brown tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out , and a pair of studded shiny black leather gloves, some black cloth pants that are also spread out at the ankles, and she has on some plain shoes.
Lysander waves at her. "Hello, who might you be?"
She gives a small wave back. "A very uncommon name called Nunya."
"Nice to meet you. How goes it?"
She looked at him blankly. "You serious? Gods, he's a stupid one." She muttered.
Lysander hides his annoyance. "I have learned not to assume, and to go through a certain structure of conversation. Maybe we can skip it in this case, maybe not."
"And apparently a pompous one as well." She muttered again.
"And what would you have me act like?"
She shrugged. "Not towards me at all, I'm just trying to drink here."
"Mmm... I see." He says, sitting down drinking silently
"Perfect!" She went back to her drinks, she's on her 13th bottle already.
Lysander thinks about stuff
*Truesight?*
*Nothing, just Sharlene on her 14th bottle.*
*What type of alcohol? Also, would Alcohol be considered a poison?*
*Ale, if drunk in large enough quantities, probably, but she's immune to poisons and diseases.*
Lysander casts purify food and drink for the fun of it
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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
A young man walks into the tavern, carrying a book and a cane. They survey the room, curious about the establishment. After the wizard is done, they order a dwarven ale. Their cloak hides much, but any who have interacted with Lysander finds a similarity between the two. After finish the ale, he retires to a corner, fiddling with something in his pocket
*If you need a better description, look in the spoiler, where you will find some beautiful art by Cyno herself*
*Chest, want to meet Lysander?*
*Sure.*
Krathian sits down next to Lysander, assuming that this is some sort of disguise or weird consequence of warping. "Good to see you back."
"I would guess so. Have I met you before?"
"Ah ... yes. You don't remember?"
"No, at least not currently. I apologies for any inconveniences in that case."
"No worries, I've dealt with memory loss on many an occasion - even experienced it myself - there will be little or no inconvenience due to that."
"Good to hear. So, I am Lysander, as you probably know. Who might you be?"
"Krathian, you and I met a few weeks ago. It seemed that you had some business for which you required assistance, but before we got around to discussing any details, I was distracted by an urgent matter."
"Killing Ashmedai, that is Asmodues. You willing to help?"
He rubs the tip of his cane. "I've had issues of my own with other archdevils, unpleasant dealings." He looks up at Lysander, "How do you plan to kill him, because if we fail - which we almost certainly will - I'll have another archdevil bent on my destruction. I can handle one, two would be...irksome."
"I can already neturalize his divine powers. As for the rest of him, the death of his godself would probably finish him off. If not, they we should act with Mephisto's principle: "There are few problems that cannot be solved through the application of overwhelming arcane firepower"."
He chuckles, "I try not to overuse Mephisto's principle, but I have a good friend who can help some with that. I might not be able to help immediately, however, there are a few more time-sensitive issues I need to address posthaste."
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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.
A young man walks into the tavern, carrying a book and a cane. They survey the room, curious about the establishment. After the wizard is done, they order a dwarven ale. Their cloak hides much, but any who have interacted with Lysander finds a similarity between the two. After finish the ale, he retires to a corner, fiddling with something in his pocket
*If you need a better description, look in the spoiler, where you will find some beautiful art by Cyno herself*
*Chest, want to meet Lysander?*
*Sure.*
Krathian sits down next to Lysander, assuming that this is some sort of disguise or weird consequence of warping. "Good to see you back."
"I would guess so. Have I met you before?"
"Ah ... yes. You don't remember?"
"No, at least not currently. I apologies for any inconveniences in that case."
"No worries, I've dealt with memory loss on many an occasion - even experienced it myself - there will be little or no inconvenience due to that."
"Good to hear. So, I am Lysander, as you probably know. Who might you be?"
"Krathian, you and I met a few weeks ago. It seemed that you had some business for which you required assistance, but before we got around to discussing any details, I was distracted by an urgent matter."
"Killing Ashmedai, that is Asmodues. You willing to help?"
He rubs the tip of his cane. "I've had issues of my own with other archdevils, unpleasant dealings." He looks up at Lysander, "How do you plan to kill him, because if we fail - which we almost certainly will - I'll have another archdevil bent on my destruction. I can handle one, two would be...irksome."
"I can already neturalize his divine powers. As for the rest of him, the death of his godself would probably finish him off. If not, they we should act with Mephisto's principle: "There are few problems that cannot be solved through the application of overwhelming arcane firepower"."
He chuckles, "I try not to overuse Mephisto's principle, but I have a good friend who can help some with that. I might not be able to help immediately, however, there are a few more time-sensitive issues I need to address posthaste."
"And may I help with such things? I would hate for this to imped my planes, even if the execution of them is far off."
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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
*Looks like Lawrence disappeared so... here are my actives if anyone wants to rp w me.*
Krathian is reading a book on recreational illusions
Fin is with Oscar (In Stasis RN.)
Malte is drinking in the main room
Sharlene is discussing on how 70 drinks is normal.
Teruo is still arguing with Zenix.
*Hmmm... why not?*
Nerima is hanging from a tree by her legs.
*description?*
*Literally just copy-pasted from her intro*
A 5'9 woman walks in. Her hair is a light fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs under her ribs behind her back, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved light brown tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out , and a pair of studded shiny black leather gloves, some black cloth pants that are also spread out at the ankles, and she has on some plain shoes.
Lysander waves at her. "Hello, who might you be?"
She gives a small wave back. "A very uncommon name called Nunya."
"Nice to meet you. How goes it?"
She looked at him blankly. "You serious? Gods, he's a stupid one." She muttered.
Lysander hides his annoyance. "I have learned not to assume, and to go through a certain structure of conversation. Maybe we can skip it in this case, maybe not."
"And apparently a pompous one as well." She muttered again.
"And what would you have me act like?"
She shrugged. "Not towards me at all, I'm just trying to drink here."
"Mmm... I see." He says, sitting down drinking silently
"Perfect!" She went back to her drinks, she's on her 13th bottle already.
Lysander thinks about stuff
*Truesight?*
*Nothing, just Sharlene on her 14th bottle.*
*What type of alcohol? Also, would Alcohol be considered a poison?*
*Ale, if drunk in large enough quantities, probably, but she's immune to poisons and diseases.*
Lysander casts purify food and drink for the fun of it
*Would that just make the alcohol disappear, if it is a poison? Also, just did a quick google, yes, alcohol is apparently a poison in dnd.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Looks like Lawrence disappeared so... here are my actives if anyone wants to rp w me.*
Krathian is reading a book on recreational illusions
Fin is with Oscar (In Stasis RN.)
Malte is drinking in the main room
Sharlene is discussing on how 70 drinks is normal.
Teruo is still arguing with Zenix.
*Hmmm... why not?*
Nerima is hanging from a tree by her legs.
*description?*
*Literally just copy-pasted from her intro*
A 5'9 woman walks in. Her hair is a light fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs under her ribs behind her back, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved light brown tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out , and a pair of studded shiny black leather gloves, some black cloth pants that are also spread out at the ankles, and she has on some plain shoes.
Lysander waves at her. "Hello, who might you be?"
She gives a small wave back. "A very uncommon name called Nunya."
"Nice to meet you. How goes it?"
She looked at him blankly. "You serious? Gods, he's a stupid one." She muttered.
Lysander hides his annoyance. "I have learned not to assume, and to go through a certain structure of conversation. Maybe we can skip it in this case, maybe not."
"And apparently a pompous one as well." She muttered again.
"And what would you have me act like?"
She shrugged. "Not towards me at all, I'm just trying to drink here."
"Mmm... I see." He says, sitting down drinking silently
"Perfect!" She went back to her drinks, she's on her 13th bottle already.
Lysander thinks about stuff
*Truesight?*
*Nothing, just Sharlene on her 14th bottle.*
*What type of alcohol? Also, would Alcohol be considered a poison?*
*Ale, if drunk in large enough quantities, probably, but she's immune to poisons and diseases.*
Lysander casts purify food and drink for the fun of it
*Would that just make the alcohol disappear, if it is a poison? Also, just did a quick google, yes, alcohol is apparently a poison in dnd.*
*Probably revert it to its pre-fermented form, whatever that would be.*
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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.
*Looks like Lawrence disappeared so... here are my actives if anyone wants to rp w me.*
Krathian is reading a book on recreational illusions
Fin is with Oscar (In Stasis RN.)
Malte is drinking in the main room
Sharlene is discussing on how 70 drinks is normal.
Teruo is still arguing with Zenix.
*Hmmm... why not?*
Nerima is hanging from a tree by her legs.
*description?*
*Literally just copy-pasted from her intro*
A 5'9 woman walks in. Her hair is a light fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs under her ribs behind her back, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved light brown tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out , and a pair of studded shiny black leather gloves, some black cloth pants that are also spread out at the ankles, and she has on some plain shoes.
Lysander waves at her. "Hello, who might you be?"
She gives a small wave back. "A very uncommon name called Nunya."
"Nice to meet you. How goes it?"
She looked at him blankly. "You serious? Gods, he's a stupid one." She muttered.
Lysander hides his annoyance. "I have learned not to assume, and to go through a certain structure of conversation. Maybe we can skip it in this case, maybe not."
"And apparently a pompous one as well." She muttered again.
"And what would you have me act like?"
She shrugged. "Not towards me at all, I'm just trying to drink here."
"Mmm... I see." He says, sitting down drinking silently
"Perfect!" She went back to her drinks, she's on her 13th bottle already.
Lysander thinks about stuff
*Truesight?*
*Nothing, just Sharlene on her 14th bottle.*
*What type of alcohol? Also, would Alcohol be considered a poison?*
*Ale, if drunk in large enough quantities, probably, but she's immune to poisons and diseases.*
Lysander casts purify food and drink for the fun of it
*Would that just make the alcohol disappear, if it is a poison? Also, just did a quick google, yes, alcohol is apparently a poison in dnd.*
*Probably revert it to its pre-fermented form, whatever that would be.*
*So she is drinking wheat juice*
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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
A young man walks into the tavern, carrying a book and a cane. They survey the room, curious about the establishment. After the wizard is done, they order a dwarven ale. Their cloak hides much, but any who have interacted with Lysander finds a similarity between the two. After finish the ale, he retires to a corner, fiddling with something in his pocket
*If you need a better description, look in the spoiler, where you will find some beautiful art by Cyno herself*
*Chest, want to meet Lysander?*
*Sure.*
Krathian sits down next to Lysander, assuming that this is some sort of disguise or weird consequence of warping. "Good to see you back."
"I would guess so. Have I met you before?"
"Ah ... yes. You don't remember?"
"No, at least not currently. I apologies for any inconveniences in that case."
"No worries, I've dealt with memory loss on many an occasion - even experienced it myself - there will be little or no inconvenience due to that."
"Good to hear. So, I am Lysander, as you probably know. Who might you be?"
"Krathian, you and I met a few weeks ago. It seemed that you had some business for which you required assistance, but before we got around to discussing any details, I was distracted by an urgent matter."
"Killing Ashmedai, that is Asmodues. You willing to help?"
He rubs the tip of his cane. "I've had issues of my own with other archdevils, unpleasant dealings." He looks up at Lysander, "How do you plan to kill him, because if we fail - which we almost certainly will - I'll have another archdevil bent on my destruction. I can handle one, two would be...irksome."
"I can already neturalize his divine powers. As for the rest of him, the death of his godself would probably finish him off. If not, they we should act with Mephisto's principle: "There are few problems that cannot be solved through the application of overwhelming arcane firepower"."
He chuckles, "I try not to overuse Mephisto's principle, but I have a good friend who can help some with that. I might not be able to help immediately, however, there are a few more time-sensitive issues I need to address posthaste."
"And may I help with such things? I would hate for this to imped my planes, even if the execution of them is far off."
"No, they are more chores than issues you see, I need to check in on and potentially secure a dangerous ward of mine. The process should lack any sort of complication."
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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.
*Looks like Lawrence disappeared so... here are my actives if anyone wants to rp w me.*
Krathian is reading a book on recreational illusions
Fin is with Oscar (In Stasis RN.)
Malte is drinking in the main room
Sharlene is discussing on how 70 drinks is normal.
Teruo is still arguing with Zenix.
*Hmmm... why not?*
Nerima is hanging from a tree by her legs.
*description?*
*Literally just copy-pasted from her intro*
A 5'9 woman walks in. Her hair is a light fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs under her ribs behind her back, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved light brown tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out , and a pair of studded shiny black leather gloves, some black cloth pants that are also spread out at the ankles, and she has on some plain shoes.
Lysander waves at her. "Hello, who might you be?"
She gives a small wave back. "A very uncommon name called Nunya."
"Nice to meet you. How goes it?"
She looked at him blankly. "You serious? Gods, he's a stupid one." She muttered.
Lysander hides his annoyance. "I have learned not to assume, and to go through a certain structure of conversation. Maybe we can skip it in this case, maybe not."
"And apparently a pompous one as well." She muttered again.
"And what would you have me act like?"
She shrugged. "Not towards me at all, I'm just trying to drink here."
"Mmm... I see." He says, sitting down drinking silently
"Perfect!" She went back to her drinks, she's on her 13th bottle already.
Lysander thinks about stuff
*Truesight?*
*Nothing, just Sharlene on her 14th bottle.*
*What type of alcohol? Also, would Alcohol be considered a poison?*
*Ale, if drunk in large enough quantities, probably, but she's immune to poisons and diseases.*
Lysander casts purify food and drink for the fun of it
*Would that just make the alcohol disappear, if it is a poison? Also, just did a quick google, yes, alcohol is apparently a poison in dnd.*
*Probably revert it to its pre-fermented form, whatever that would be.*
*So she is drinking wheat juice*
*That or hopps water.*
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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.
*Looks like Lawrence disappeared so... here are my actives if anyone wants to rp w me.*
Krathian is reading a book on recreational illusions
Fin is with Oscar (In Stasis RN.)
Malte is drinking in the main room
Sharlene is discussing on how 70 drinks is normal.
Teruo is still arguing with Zenix.
*Hmmm... why not?*
Nerima is hanging from a tree by her legs.
*description?*
*Literally just copy-pasted from her intro*
A 5'9 woman walks in. Her hair is a light fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs under her ribs behind her back, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved light brown tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out , and a pair of studded shiny black leather gloves, some black cloth pants that are also spread out at the ankles, and she has on some plain shoes.
Lysander waves at her. "Hello, who might you be?"
She gives a small wave back. "A very uncommon name called Nunya."
"Nice to meet you. How goes it?"
She looked at him blankly. "You serious? Gods, he's a stupid one." She muttered.
Lysander hides his annoyance. "I have learned not to assume, and to go through a certain structure of conversation. Maybe we can skip it in this case, maybe not."
"And apparently a pompous one as well." She muttered again.
"And what would you have me act like?"
She shrugged. "Not towards me at all, I'm just trying to drink here."
"Mmm... I see." He says, sitting down drinking silently
"Perfect!" She went back to her drinks, she's on her 13th bottle already.
Lysander thinks about stuff
*Truesight?*
*Nothing, just Sharlene on her 14th bottle.*
*What type of alcohol? Also, would Alcohol be considered a poison?*
*Ale, if drunk in large enough quantities, probably, but she's immune to poisons and diseases.*
Lysander casts purify food and drink for the fun of it
*Would that just make the alcohol disappear, if it is a poison? Also, just did a quick google, yes, alcohol is apparently a poison in dnd.*
*Probably revert it to its pre-fermented form, whatever that would be.*
*So she is drinking wheat juice*
*Welp*
She sputtered. "What the [1gp]?!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A young man walks into the tavern, carrying a book and a cane. They survey the room, curious about the establishment. After the wizard is done, they order a dwarven ale. Their cloak hides much, but any who have interacted with Lysander finds a similarity between the two. After finish the ale, he retires to a corner, fiddling with something in his pocket
*If you need a better description, look in the spoiler, where you will find some beautiful art by Cyno herself*
*Chest, want to meet Lysander?*
*Sure.*
Krathian sits down next to Lysander, assuming that this is some sort of disguise or weird consequence of warping. "Good to see you back."
"I would guess so. Have I met you before?"
"Ah ... yes. You don't remember?"
"No, at least not currently. I apologies for any inconveniences in that case."
"No worries, I've dealt with memory loss on many an occasion - even experienced it myself - there will be little or no inconvenience due to that."
"Good to hear. So, I am Lysander, as you probably know. Who might you be?"
"Krathian, you and I met a few weeks ago. It seemed that you had some business for which you required assistance, but before we got around to discussing any details, I was distracted by an urgent matter."
"Killing Ashmedai, that is Asmodues. You willing to help?"
He rubs the tip of his cane. "I've had issues of my own with other archdevils, unpleasant dealings." He looks up at Lysander, "How do you plan to kill him, because if we fail - which we almost certainly will - I'll have another archdevil bent on my destruction. I can handle one, two would be...irksome."
"I can already neturalize his divine powers. As for the rest of him, the death of his godself would probably finish him off. If not, they we should act with Mephisto's principle: "There are few problems that cannot be solved through the application of overwhelming arcane firepower"."
He chuckles, "I try not to overuse Mephisto's principle, but I have a good friend who can help some with that. I might not be able to help immediately, however, there are a few more time-sensitive issues I need to address posthaste."
"And may I help with such things? I would hate for this to imped my planes, even if the execution of them is far off."
"No, they are more chores than issues you see, I need to check in on and potentially secure a dangerous ward of mine. The process should lack any sort of complication."
Understood. And do you ask something in return?
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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
*Looks like Lawrence disappeared so... here are my actives if anyone wants to rp w me.*
Krathian is reading a book on recreational illusions
Fin is with Oscar (In Stasis RN.)
Malte is drinking in the main room
Sharlene is discussing on how 70 drinks is normal.
Teruo is still arguing with Zenix.
*Hmmm... why not?*
Nerima is hanging from a tree by her legs.
*description?*
*Literally just copy-pasted from her intro*
A 5'9 woman walks in. Her hair is a light fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs under her ribs behind her back, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved light brown tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out , and a pair of studded shiny black leather gloves, some black cloth pants that are also spread out at the ankles, and she has on some plain shoes.
Lysander waves at her. "Hello, who might you be?"
She gives a small wave back. "A very uncommon name called Nunya."
"Nice to meet you. How goes it?"
She looked at him blankly. "You serious? Gods, he's a stupid one." She muttered.
Lysander hides his annoyance. "I have learned not to assume, and to go through a certain structure of conversation. Maybe we can skip it in this case, maybe not."
"And apparently a pompous one as well." She muttered again.
"And what would you have me act like?"
She shrugged. "Not towards me at all, I'm just trying to drink here."
"Mmm... I see." He says, sitting down drinking silently
"Perfect!" She went back to her drinks, she's on her 13th bottle already.
Lysander thinks about stuff
*Truesight?*
*Nothing, just Sharlene on her 14th bottle.*
*What type of alcohol? Also, would Alcohol be considered a poison?*
*Ale, if drunk in large enough quantities, probably, but she's immune to poisons and diseases.*
Lysander casts purify food and drink for the fun of it
*Would that just make the alcohol disappear, if it is a poison? Also, just did a quick google, yes, alcohol is apparently a poison in dnd.*
*Probably revert it to its pre-fermented form, whatever that would be.*
*So she is drinking wheat juice*
*Welp*
She sputtered. "What the [1gp]?!"
Lysander quietly muses to himself, studying a book
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*Ale, if drunk in large enough quantities, probably, but she's immune to poisons and diseases.*
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.
He holds her for a minute and a half this time.
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.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lysander casts purify food and drink for the fun of it
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I not wizard!" She giggled again at the poke. "Stop poke! I tickle easy!"
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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.
He chuckles, "I try not to overuse Mephisto's principle, but I have a good friend who can help some with that. I might not be able to help immediately, however, there are a few more time-sensitive issues I need to address posthaste."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
She breaks off the kiss, laughing. When she stops, she just leans her head against his chest with an amused expression.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"And may I help with such things? I would hate for this to imped my planes, even if the execution of them is far off."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Would that just make the alcohol disappear, if it is a poison? Also, just did a quick google, yes, alcohol is apparently a poison in dnd.*
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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.
He seems mildly irritated, "Do you always employ such aerial acrobatics."
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"
"What has you amused?"
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.
*Probably revert it to its pre-fermented form, whatever that would be.*
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"
"Only when I excited!"
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.
*So she is drinking wheat juice*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"No, they are more chores than issues you see, I need to check in on and potentially secure a dangerous ward of mine. The process should lack any sort of complication."
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"
*That or hopps water.*
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"
*Welp*
She sputtered. "What the [1gp]?!"
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.
Understood. And do you ask something in return?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"It's good you're excited, we have a lot of stuff to do."
Krathian has walked off at this point, having decided that they have a mind of their own and that whatever happens while he's gone isn't his problem.
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"
Lysander quietly muses to himself, studying a book
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now