Tara is whistling and sharpening a homemade wooden spear. About twelve more sit beside her
The whole band is singing 'Poor Michael' a capella
Asari looks worriedly at the spears, but calms when she sees the material
"For the fortifications." Tara explains
"For... Tifacactions?"
"Yep, I figured the tavern could use some abatis."
".... Abatis?"
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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 Characters (Outdated)
*Time to bring back one of my favorite characters.*
The firmament opens and belches out a little bit of mist and a large hulking figure, which scrambles back frightenedly from the portal and rests for a moment, taking a deep breath. A small cat follows him out of the portal. It then sets off in the direction of the Tavern. "No, Scrum! Don't run off, please!" Calls out the larger figure in fear, and follows the cat into the Tavern. The door opens and what follows is a frightening sight, a tall bugbear in baggy pants, a trench coat, and a cabby hat. His sideburns, (some might call it a mane) fan out wide and a cigar rests on his lips. Who is this fearsome creature, perhaps he ate the man to whom belonged the frightened voice that everyone heard a moment ago? Still, if one pays close attention, they might notice the slight trembling of the cigar on his lips and his wide eyes. He picks up the cat and sits down in a booth, looking over his shoulder at the door every other minute or so.
An aged dwarf with a slight limp sits down next to him
He kinda looks over at him nervously and begins to hyperventilate, visible via the rapid puffing of smoke from his mouth, but he takes a moment to pet the cat, 'Scrum,' you think you heard it called, and calms down. "H-hello."
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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.
*Time to bring back one of my favorite characters.*
The firmament opens and belches out a little bit of mist and a large hulking figure, which scrambles back frightenedly from the portal and rests for a moment, taking a deep breath. A small cat follows him out of the portal. It then sets off in the direction of the Tavern. "No, Scrum! Don't run off, please!" Calls out the larger figure in fear, and follows the cat into the Tavern. The door opens and what follows is a frightening sight, a tall bugbear in baggy pants, a trench coat, and a cabby hat. His sideburns, (some might call it a mane) fan out wide and a cigar rests on his lips. Who is this fearsome creature, perhaps he ate the man to whom belonged the frightened voice that everyone heard a moment ago? Still, if one pays close attention, they might notice the slight trembling of the cigar on his lips and his wide eyes. He picks up the cat and sits down in a booth, looking over his shoulder at the door every other minute or so.
An aged dwarf with a slight limp sits down next to him
He kinda looks over at him nervously and begins to hyperventilate, visible via the rapid puffing of smoke from his mouth, but he takes a moment to pet the cat, 'Scrum,' you think you heard it called, and calms down. "H-hello."
"You alright there lad?" The dwarf asks. He black beard slightly ripples when he talks.
*I might just avoid DDB today because I feel like with this whole "war" its gonna cause a lot of stress. The tavern has a blessing AND THAT IS A DARN RULE IN TAVERN'S ONE AND TWO AND NOW THE NEW REALM ONE. I just don't feel okay with someone breaking the rule that has kept a ton of characters safe for a good amount of time. So today ill just be off and on, maybe hanging out with people in private messages. Anyways, just my two-cents...*
*Dont worry!! Im making sure the blessing rule isnt broken. And if it is, Ill just call it all off. I can just end it if the rules are ignored. The rules are in place for a reason, and Ill make sure theyre followed*
*I know, and I know I haven't been a great rule follower either (The PG rule) but the tavern blessing rule is the one rule that helps everybody and is easily followed.*
*Ill make sure that rule is protected today, along with only willing characters in combat :). Ill make sure characters are safe.*
*.....Ok then... Still slightly opposed but since you allowed and because I trust your instincts better then my own, I wont worry to much..*
*If you wanna do some non fight rp, Ill be here*
*Thank you kindly Chris *Tips hat**
*the only character I have that isn't going to fight is Victor*
Victor was in the library, he was staring off into space while listening to people talk around him.
Kalnor walked over, and wrote on a paper 'Hello!'
Victor looked up, little confused why Kalmor was talking to him. "oh, hello!" He said, nodding his head "how are you?"
'Im... Pretty alright! How are you?'
"doing alright I suppose" he said
'Whats your name? Im Kalnor!'
"Victor Storm, pleasure to meet you Kalnor"
'Same to you! What brings you to the tavern?'
"im breaking through the barriers of science to become the best neuroscientist there ever was" he said
Tara is whistling and sharpening a homemade wooden spear. About twelve more sit beside her
The whole band is singing 'Poor Michael' a capella
Asari looks worriedly at the spears, but calms when she sees the material
"For the fortifications." Tara explains
"For... Tifacactions?"
"Yep, I figured the tavern could use some abatis."
".... Abatis?"
She draws a line in the air at a 45-degree angle with her finger. "Abatis are those pointy things that stick out of the side of a fort. They're pretty hard to get over if you know what you're doing when you put them in."
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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 might just avoid DDB today because I feel like with this whole "war" its gonna cause a lot of stress. The tavern has a blessing AND THAT IS A DARN RULE IN TAVERN'S ONE AND TWO AND NOW THE NEW REALM ONE. I just don't feel okay with someone breaking the rule that has kept a ton of characters safe for a good amount of time. So today ill just be off and on, maybe hanging out with people in private messages. Anyways, just my two-cents...*
*Dont worry!! Im making sure the blessing rule isnt broken. And if it is, Ill just call it all off. I can just end it if the rules are ignored. The rules are in place for a reason, and Ill make sure theyre followed*
*I know, and I know I haven't been a great rule follower either (The PG rule) but the tavern blessing rule is the one rule that helps everybody and is easily followed.*
*Ill make sure that rule is protected today, along with only willing characters in combat :). Ill make sure characters are safe.*
*.....Ok then... Still slightly opposed but since you allowed and because I trust your instincts better then my own, I wont worry to much..*
*If you wanna do some non fight rp, Ill be here*
*Thank you kindly Chris *Tips hat**
*the only character I have that isn't going to fight is Victor*
Victor was in the library, he was staring off into space while listening to people talk around him.
Kalnor walked over, and wrote on a paper 'Hello!'
Victor looked up, little confused why Kalmor was talking to him. "oh, hello!" He said, nodding his head "how are you?"
'Im... Pretty alright! How are you?'
"doing alright I suppose" he said
'Whats your name? Im Kalnor!'
"Victor Storm, pleasure to meet you Kalnor"
'Same to you! What brings you to the tavern?'
"im breaking through the barriers of science to become the best neuroscientist there ever was" he said
'... Neuroscientist?'
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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)
*Time to bring back one of my favorite characters.*
The firmament opens and belches out a little bit of mist and a large hulking figure, which scrambles back frightenedly from the portal and rests for a moment, taking a deep breath. A small cat follows him out of the portal. It then sets off in the direction of the Tavern. "No, Scrum! Don't run off, please!" Calls out the larger figure in fear, and follows the cat into the Tavern. The door opens and what follows is a frightening sight, a tall bugbear in baggy pants, a trench coat, and a cabby hat. His sideburns, (some might call it a mane) fan out wide and a cigar rests on his lips. Who is this fearsome creature, perhaps he ate the man to whom belonged the frightened voice that everyone heard a moment ago? Still, if one pays close attention, they might notice the slight trembling of the cigar on his lips and his wide eyes. He picks up the cat and sits down in a booth, looking over his shoulder at the door every other minute or so.
*gasps* JIM*
Sharlene looks over, recognizing that fearful voice. She smiles viciously when she laid eyes on him. "Hey!" She waves him over. "Welcome, come on over here and have a drink with me!"
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Time to bring back one of my favorite characters.*
The firmament opens and belches out a little bit of mist and a large hulking figure, which scrambles back frightenedly from the portal and rests for a moment, taking a deep breath. A small cat follows him out of the portal. It then sets off in the direction of the Tavern. "No, Scrum! Don't run off, please!" Calls out the larger figure in fear, and follows the cat into the Tavern. The door opens and what follows is a frightening sight, a tall bugbear in baggy pants, a trench coat, and a cabby hat. His sideburns, (some might call it a mane) fan out wide and a cigar rests on his lips. Who is this fearsome creature, perhaps he ate the man to whom belonged the frightened voice that everyone heard a moment ago? Still, if one pays close attention, they might notice the slight trembling of the cigar on his lips and his wide eyes. He picks up the cat and sits down in a booth, looking over his shoulder at the door every other minute or so.
An aged dwarf with a slight limp sits down next to him
He kinda looks over at him nervously and begins to hyperventilate, visible via the rapid puffing of smoke from his mouth, but he takes a moment to pet the cat, 'Scrum,' you think you heard it called, and calms down. "H-hello."
"You alright there lad?" The dwarf asks. He black beard slightly ripples when he talks.
"L-lad," the bugbear chuckles slightly, "Been a long t-time since someone's called me that. But yes, I'm f-fine."
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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.
Tara is whistling and sharpening a homemade wooden spear. About twelve more sit beside her
The whole band is singing 'Poor Michael' a capella
Asari looks worriedly at the spears, but calms when she sees the material
"For the fortifications." Tara explains
"For... Tifacactions?"
"Yep, I figured the tavern could use some abatis."
".... Abatis?"
She draws a line in the air at a 45-degree angle with her finger. "Abatis are those pointy things that stick out of the side of a fort. They're pretty hard to get over if you know what you're doing when you put them in."
"... I... Dont think this place needs them...."
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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)
Tara is whistling and sharpening a homemade wooden spear. About twelve more sit beside her
The whole band is singing 'Poor Michael' a capella
Asari looks worriedly at the spears, but calms when she sees the material
"For the fortifications." Tara explains
"For... Tifacactions?"
"Yep, I figured the tavern could use some abatis."
".... Abatis?"
She draws a line in the air at a 45-degree angle with her finger. "Abatis are those pointy things that stick out of the side of a fort. They're pretty hard to get over if you know what you're doing when you put them in."
*Time to bring back one of my favorite characters.*
The firmament opens and belches out a little bit of mist and a large hulking figure, which scrambles back frightenedly from the portal and rests for a moment, taking a deep breath. A small cat follows him out of the portal. It then sets off in the direction of the Tavern. "No, Scrum! Don't run off, please!" Calls out the larger figure in fear, and follows the cat into the Tavern. The door opens and what follows is a frightening sight, a tall bugbear in baggy pants, a trench coat, and a cabby hat. His sideburns, (some might call it a mane) fan out wide and a cigar rests on his lips. Who is this fearsome creature, perhaps he ate the man to whom belonged the frightened voice that everyone heard a moment ago? Still, if one pays close attention, they might notice the slight trembling of the cigar on his lips and his wide eyes. He picks up the cat and sits down in a booth, looking over his shoulder at the door every other minute or so.
An aged dwarf with a slight limp sits down next to him
He kinda looks over at him nervously and begins to hyperventilate, visible via the rapid puffing of smoke from his mouth, but he takes a moment to pet the cat, 'Scrum,' you think you heard it called, and calms down. "H-hello."
"You alright there lad?" The dwarf asks. He black beard slightly ripples when he talks.
"L-lad," the bugbear chuckles slightly, "Been a long t-time since someone's called me that. But yes, I'm f-fine."
The dwarf chuckles. "My names Alric Battlehammer, at your service. Who might you be?"
*Im going to pause both adder and Jackson until the war so I calm down a bit and bring in two of my favorite f e l i n e children*
A pair of cats walk in. One is pure ginger with three long tails and deep purple eyes, the other is a brown and black tabby with amber eyes and a stump tail. They walk side by side until they get to the bar and jump up to the counter.
Ettor is sitting on the edge of the roof, watching.
Sharlene is drinking, excited.
Nerima is playing with bones in a corner, waiting.
Thirteen hovers upwards to Ettor. "How are you? I can tell this is going to be quite the struggle."
He smiled. "Nothing to worry about. Not like the people here'll let this place fall easily."
"I can tell." Thirteen looks at the trenches, traps, and fortifications surrounding the tavern. "On the bright side, this ought to keep any shady individuals from entering the tavern."
"Yep, I figured the tavern could use some abatis."
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"
".... Abatis?"
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)
"I'll keep you safe. This battle will leave no orphans."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
He kinda looks over at him nervously and begins to hyperventilate, visible via the rapid puffing of smoke from his mouth, but he takes a moment to pet the cat, 'Scrum,' you think you heard it called, and calms down. "H-hello."
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 hope 13 doesent pull a theren and start it early*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Theren smiles slightly before muttering, "I hope they get here in time."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"You alright there lad?" The dwarf asks. He black beard slightly ripples when he talks.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"im breaking through the barriers of science to become the best neuroscientist there ever was" he said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Thirteen hovers upwards to Ettor. "How are you? I can tell this is going to be quite the struggle."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
She draws a line in the air at a 45-degree angle with her finger. "Abatis are those pointy things that stick out of the side of a fort. They're pretty hard to get over if you know what you're doing when you put them in."
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"
'... Neuroscientist?'
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)
*gasps* JIM*
Sharlene looks over, recognizing that fearful voice. She smiles viciously when she laid eyes on him. "Hey!" She waves him over. "Welcome, come on over here and have a drink with me!"
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.
Tevelin examines her rapier. "Are you ready to fight some zombies, Orvar?"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"L-lad," the bugbear chuckles slightly, "Been a long t-time since someone's called me that. But yes, I'm f-fine."
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... Dont think this place needs them...."
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)
He smiled. "Nothing to worry about. Not like the people here'll let this place fall easily."
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.
*Nope it does. Banshees don't like abatis...*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
The dwarf chuckles. "My names Alric Battlehammer, at your service. Who might you be?"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Im going to pause both adder and Jackson until the war so I calm down a bit and bring in two of my favorite f e l i n e children*
A pair of cats walk in. One is pure ginger with three long tails and deep purple eyes, the other is a brown and black tabby with amber eyes and a stump tail. They walk side by side until they get to the bar and jump up to the counter.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I can tell." Thirteen looks at the trenches, traps, and fortifications surrounding the tavern. "On the bright side, this ought to keep any shady individuals from entering the tavern."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.