A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
The bird scoots back and chirps.
he chuckles and pulls out a pad of paper and wooden box of paints. he seems to paint something then place his hand on the paper and pull it out
The bird hops over and looks at the drawing.
Its a picture of diced apples on a plate. he pulls it put and sets it in front of his snake who eats them.
The bird pecks at the apples, ignoring the snake for now.
Th man watches and chuckles
The bird hops onto a chair. Bones forcefully elongate and stretch until a blond human sits next to the man. "Oww..."
The man chuckles silently to himself. The snake seems to disappear somewhere.
"What's so funny?"
He points to you and chuckles again. he seems to have no voice.
"Are you alright?"
He nods and writes on his paper "Im Senzaki"
The person takes the paper and writes something. "My name is Tristis Finch. Nice to meet you."
Senzaki smiles after reading. He writes again "pleasure to meet you, forgive me for writing but i can not speak nor hear"
Finch writes something else. "I'm so sorry. Nice to meet you as well."
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.
Shardia is watching a small blue puppy, which is sniffing at people
A growl almost like thunder is heard in the storm
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
I was just curious why you're here. She casts detect thoughts, just for the surface thoughts.
*Roll a wisdom save* (Im searching for 2 beings. The daughter of a traitor-king, and a manifestor I had smelled here before. Though the scent has faded)
Hmm. Interesting. Then why are you still here if they aren't? And... I might be willing to find them for you, in exchange for some.... things. Save: 33
Success. The spell seems... Blocked (One of them is still here.. I smell the traitor-kings daughter still.)
Hmm. Your mind is strange... unlike many I have encountered in my millennia of life. Like I said, I can get you information on where the other one is if you agree to a teensy ritual.
(A ritual?)
No harm done to you. Like I said, I collect information, and so all I would require in return is a copy of your memories. She casts detect thoughts again, deliberating failing.
She feels a huge kick of utter confusion hit. A storm of energy. They cannot cast the spell for 24 hours, and are stunned for 3 rounds (My memory belongs to me alone. The storm.)
Wow............................... cool. So you're a being of chaos too? Also, that means I'm not telling you where the manifestor teleported to in a hurry. *Immune to stunned.*
(I am a being of action. Whether it be chaos or not has no effect, as long as the storm continues the kinetic motion)
Huh. If you ever want a job, contact me. So you don't want me to copy your memories? What about taking them altogether? Then you wouldn't remember that your memories were yours alone.
(My memories are blocked from you. From all. You cannot touch them.)
How much you wanna bet?
(Bet? My bet is that Im not what you think.I am. That you dont know what memory even means to me)
You're right, I don't know what you are, and that fascinates me. In my 25000 years of life, I've never met a being like you. Therefore, it's incredible.
(The storm is different from all else that is. Our memories are further than most beings.)
Which is interesting. And why I want those memories. They would be the crowning glory of my Hall of Thought, and would sustain the realm of Psyche for millennia to come before they were completely consumed.
(Thought? The storm doesnt think. It commits.)
Everything thinks. And the fact that you are communicating with me means you do not only have sentience, you have sapience.
(Speaking is action. It takes no forethought.)
And there's where we have to agree to disagree. Speaking takes incredible forethought, which is generally unconscious on the speakers side.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Does anyone have the stat block for the training dummy?*
*Ahem, C O M M O N E R*
*That's correct, the dummys are a bunch of commoners tied to posts like scarecrows, shouts of "Why would you do this?" and "I have a wife and family" can be heard for hours during training time.*
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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.
*Does anyone have the stat block for the training dummy?*
*Ahem, C O M M O N E R*
*That's correct, the dummys are a bunch of commoners tied to posts like scarecrows, shouts of "Why would you do this?" and "I have a wife and family" can be heard for hours during training time.*
*Don't forget the agonized screaming!*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Shardia is watching a small blue puppy, which is sniffing at people
A growl almost like thunder is heard in the storm
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
I was just curious why you're here. She casts detect thoughts, just for the surface thoughts.
*Roll a wisdom save* (Im searching for 2 beings. The daughter of a traitor-king, and a manifestor I had smelled here before. Though the scent has faded)
Hmm. Interesting. Then why are you still here if they aren't? And... I might be willing to find them for you, in exchange for some.... things. Save: 33
Success. The spell seems... Blocked (One of them is still here.. I smell the traitor-kings daughter still.)
Hmm. Your mind is strange... unlike many I have encountered in my millennia of life. Like I said, I can get you information on where the other one is if you agree to a teensy ritual.
(A ritual?)
No harm done to you. Like I said, I collect information, and so all I would require in return is a copy of your memories. She casts detect thoughts again, deliberating failing.
She feels a huge kick of utter confusion hit. A storm of energy. They cannot cast the spell for 24 hours, and are stunned for 3 rounds (My memory belongs to me alone. The storm.)
Wow............................... cool. So you're a being of chaos too? Also, that means I'm not telling you where the manifestor teleported to in a hurry. *Immune to stunned.*
(I am a being of action. Whether it be chaos or not has no effect, as long as the storm continues the kinetic motion)
Huh. If you ever want a job, contact me. So you don't want me to copy your memories? What about taking them altogether? Then you wouldn't remember that your memories were yours alone.
(My memories are blocked from you. From all. You cannot touch them.)
How much you wanna bet?
(Bet? My bet is that Im not what you think.I am. That you dont know what memory even means to me)
You're right, I don't know what you are, and that fascinates me. In my 25000 years of life, I've never met a being like you. Therefore, it's incredible.
(The storm is different from all else that is. Our memories are further than most beings.)
Which is interesting. And why I want those memories. They would be the crowning glory of my Hall of Thought, and would sustain the realm of Psyche for millennia to come before they were completely consumed.
(Thought? The storm doesnt think. It commits.)
Everything thinks. And the fact that you are communicating with me means you do not only have sentience, you have sapience.
(Speaking is action. It takes no forethought.)
And there's where we have to agree to disagree. Speaking takes incredible forethought, which is generally unconscious on the speakers side.
(Why do you think your attempts to puck my mind have failed? Your spells? My lack of thought, the void there has counteracted it. Any thought you feel is all the others below jumbled by the storm)
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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)
Krathian momentarily pops back into the tavern, grabs the nearest patron, and says, "Have you seen mah leymons, I wahn mah leymons." before yeeting himself back through a portal
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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.
*Does anyone have the stat block for the training dummy?*
*Ahem, C O M M O N E R*
*That's correct, the dummys are a bunch of commoners tied to posts like scarecrows, shouts of "Why would you do this?" and "I have a wife and family" can be heard for hours during training time.*
Krathian momentarily pops back into the tavern, grabs the nearest patron, and says, "Have you seen mah leymons, I wahn mah leymons." before yeeting himself back through a portal
*I have a sneaking suspicion that's a asdf movie reference.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
"Oh, boo hoo, cry about it over a drink while you're here." Wolfe sipped her coffee.
"Ya know I just might." He inclines his head, sniffing about with his sharp nose and tapping around, trying to find the bar. "Where's the beer?"
She sighed a got up. "C'mon, it's this way." She grabbed his arm and led him over to the bar.
"Eh thanks, toots, hard for a guy like me ta get around new places." after he has a sip of beer in him, he asks her, "Did you know a Krathian Hedara?"
She snapped her head at him. "Yeah, I know him." She narrowed her eyes, the look just feeling sharp. "What happened?"
"Eh nothin', nothin'," He says, waving his hand in a pacifying manner, "Yet. 'E's on vacation. I'm here fillin' space for him."
She instantly relaxed. "Oh, I was half expecting something bad... again." She got herself a drink. "I'm Wolfe."
He taps his forehead with his cane in a mock salute, "Mahtty Bahgdahnavich, at ye soyvice." (Marty Bogdonovich.)
"So, Matty, how do you know Krathian?" *She wouldn't know it's actually Marty, XD.*
*LOL*
"A fellow warlock of Orvar, and a loose acquaintance, he would call it friendship." He knocks his glass against the counter, signalling for another round. "I'm not so hasty."
She nodded. "So this Orvar sent you here in his place."
"Yeah, bunch of baloney if ya ask me." He takes a sip, "First, he disappears for days ta help out Allison with her daughter, no replacement, then, he disappears for even longer to help her out with this Ezekiel chump, no replacement, now, he takes an officially sanctioned vacation and I gotta lug my sorry self out ta the middle of nowhere to fill in for him."
"This isn't the middle of nowhere, it's the end of the world." She sips the rest of her drink. "You'll come to like it soon enough, Grumpy."
"Thanks for the distinction toots, that makes a huge difference." he says, with obvious sarcasm
"No problem, the info could save your life." She spoke with equal sarcasm.
"Now you see, I'd believe that, if I believed that you didn't already want me dead."
"Why'd I want you dead? We just met, man."
"I was told I have that kind of repulsive poisonality."
"And I'm a werewolf. No one's perfect, man."
"Ye got that right," he whispers under his breath: "Suck it ma, I met someone who doesn't hate me on-sight."
She shrugged and get herself another drink.
"A werewolf eh? I imagine that brings some difficulty a rollin' down your way"
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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.
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.
Krathian momentarily pops back into the tavern, grabs the nearest patron, and says, "Have you seen mah leymons, I wahn mah leymons." before yeeting himself back through a portal
*I have a sneaking suspicion that's a asdf movie reference.*
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
Claus raises an eyebrow, "Well hello there," He murmers, teleporting down to the bar and sitting next to the man, "Hi, I'm Claus." He offers a handshake
*Does anyone have the stat block for the training dummy?*
*Ahem, C O M M O N E R*
*That's correct, the dummys are a bunch of commoners tied to posts like scarecrows, shouts of "Why would you do this?" and "I have a wife and family" can be heard for hours during training time.*
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.
A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
"Oh, boo hoo, cry about it over a drink while you're here." Wolfe sipped her coffee.
"Ya know I just might." He inclines his head, sniffing about with his sharp nose and tapping around, trying to find the bar. "Where's the beer?"
She sighed a got up. "C'mon, it's this way." She grabbed his arm and led him over to the bar.
"Eh thanks, toots, hard for a guy like me ta get around new places." after he has a sip of beer in him, he asks her, "Did you know a Krathian Hedara?"
She snapped her head at him. "Yeah, I know him." She narrowed her eyes, the look just feeling sharp. "What happened?"
"Eh nothin', nothin'," He says, waving his hand in a pacifying manner, "Yet. 'E's on vacation. I'm here fillin' space for him."
She instantly relaxed. "Oh, I was half expecting something bad... again." She got herself a drink. "I'm Wolfe."
He taps his forehead with his cane in a mock salute, "Mahtty Bahgdahnavich, at ye soyvice." (Marty Bogdonovich.)
"So, Matty, how do you know Krathian?" *She wouldn't know it's actually Marty, XD.*
*LOL*
"A fellow warlock of Orvar, and a loose acquaintance, he would call it friendship." He knocks his glass against the counter, signalling for another round. "I'm not so hasty."
She nodded. "So this Orvar sent you here in his place."
"Yeah, bunch of baloney if ya ask me." He takes a sip, "First, he disappears for days ta help out Allison with her daughter, no replacement, then, he disappears for even longer to help her out with this Ezekiel chump, no replacement, now, he takes an officially sanctioned vacation and I gotta lug my sorry self out ta the middle of nowhere to fill in for him."
"This isn't the middle of nowhere, it's the end of the world." She sips the rest of her drink. "You'll come to like it soon enough, Grumpy."
"Thanks for the distinction toots, that makes a huge difference." he says, with obvious sarcasm
"No problem, the info could save your life." She spoke with equal sarcasm.
"Now you see, I'd believe that, if I believed that you didn't already want me dead."
"Why'd I want you dead? We just met, man."
"I was told I have that kind of repulsive poisonality."
"And I'm a werewolf. No one's perfect, man."
"Ye got that right," he whispers under his breath: "Suck it ma, I met someone who doesn't hate me on-sight."
She shrugged and get herself another drink.
"A werewolf eh? I imagine that brings some difficulty a rollin' down your way"
"Yeah, got a demon lord who doesn't like me lurking somewhere around here, got chased outta a couple towns in my early years when I was starting to travel."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Shardia is watching a small blue puppy, which is sniffing at people
A growl almost like thunder is heard in the storm
Psyche attempts to make contact with the creature. Hello? Anyone out there?
(... What do you want, mindspeaker?)
I was just curious why you're here. She casts detect thoughts, just for the surface thoughts.
*Roll a wisdom save* (Im searching for 2 beings. The daughter of a traitor-king, and a manifestor I had smelled here before. Though the scent has faded)
Hmm. Interesting. Then why are you still here if they aren't? And... I might be willing to find them for you, in exchange for some.... things. Save: 33
Success. The spell seems... Blocked (One of them is still here.. I smell the traitor-kings daughter still.)
Hmm. Your mind is strange... unlike many I have encountered in my millennia of life. Like I said, I can get you information on where the other one is if you agree to a teensy ritual.
(A ritual?)
No harm done to you. Like I said, I collect information, and so all I would require in return is a copy of your memories. She casts detect thoughts again, deliberating failing.
She feels a huge kick of utter confusion hit. A storm of energy. They cannot cast the spell for 24 hours, and are stunned for 3 rounds (My memory belongs to me alone. The storm.)
Wow............................... cool. So you're a being of chaos too? Also, that means I'm not telling you where the manifestor teleported to in a hurry. *Immune to stunned.*
(I am a being of action. Whether it be chaos or not has no effect, as long as the storm continues the kinetic motion)
Huh. If you ever want a job, contact me. So you don't want me to copy your memories? What about taking them altogether? Then you wouldn't remember that your memories were yours alone.
(My memories are blocked from you. From all. You cannot touch them.)
How much you wanna bet?
(Bet? My bet is that Im not what you think.I am. That you dont know what memory even means to me)
You're right, I don't know what you are, and that fascinates me. In my 25000 years of life, I've never met a being like you. Therefore, it's incredible.
(The storm is different from all else that is. Our memories are further than most beings.)
Which is interesting. And why I want those memories. They would be the crowning glory of my Hall of Thought, and would sustain the realm of Psyche for millennia to come before they were completely consumed.
(Thought? The storm doesnt think. It commits.)
Everything thinks. And the fact that you are communicating with me means you do not only have sentience, you have sapience.
(Speaking is action. It takes no forethought.)
And there's where we have to agree to disagree. Speaking takes incredible forethought, which is generally unconscious on the speakers side.
(Why do you think your attempts to puck my mind have failed? Your spells? My lack of thought, the void there has counteracted it. Any thought you feel is all the others below jumbled by the storm)
Hmm, let me get back to you on this. I have to summon up some chaos stuff to help me out here. It can feel her presence leave.
*AKA, I gotta go get ready for school.*
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Krathian momentarily pops back into the tavern, grabs the nearest patron, and says, "Have you seen mah leymons, I wahn mah leymons." before yeeting himself back through a portal
*I have a sneaking suspicion that's a asdf movie reference.*
*Yes it is.*
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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.
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.
*Theren! Hows it going?*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
And there's where we have to agree to disagree. Speaking takes incredible forethought, which is generally unconscious on the speakers side.
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.
*That's correct, the dummys are a bunch of commoners tied to posts like scarecrows, shouts of "Why would you do this?" and "I have a wife and family" can be heard for hours during training time.*
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"
*Eh been alright. I'm on summer break now so more time for D&D!*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*Don't forget the agonized screaming!*
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.
(Why do you think your attempts to puck my mind have failed? Your spells? My lack of thought, the void there has counteracted it. Any thought you feel is all the others below jumbled by the storm)
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)
Krathian momentarily pops back into the tavern, grabs the nearest patron, and says, "Have you seen mah leymons, I wahn mah leymons." before yeeting himself back through a portal
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*I prefer the moving targets*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*I have a sneaking suspicion that's a asdf movie reference.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"A werewolf eh? I imagine that brings some difficulty a rollin' down your way"
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"
*Hey Theren!*
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.
*Cause it is. Don't remember the episode tho...*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Claus raises an eyebrow, "Well hello there," He murmers, teleporting down to the bar and sitting next to the man, "Hi, I'm Claus." He offers a handshake
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
*Oh dear.*
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.
"Yeah, got a demon lord who doesn't like me lurking somewhere around here, got chased outta a couple towns in my early years when I was starting to travel."
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.
Hmm, let me get back to you on this. I have to summon up some chaos stuff to help me out here. It can feel her presence leave.
*AKA, I gotta go get ready for school.*
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.
*T'sup Karavans*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*Yes it is.*
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"
*Hells yeah! Wish everyone could do that, this world would be perfect if so.*
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