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...."
*Nope it does. Banshees don't like abatis...*
*A banshee wouldnt care... It resists BPS from nonmagic attacks*
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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 Characters (Outdated)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!"
She can see Jim's mental process written on his face.
"But I don't want to, what if she, I dunno, challenges me to an arm wrestle and breaks my arm. Or my neck!?
True, but what if you don't do what she wants and she breaks your neck anyway?
...Good point."
He follows her over to the bar
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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...."
*Nope it does. Banshees don't like abatis...*
*A banshee wouldnt care... It resists BPS from nonmagic attacks*
*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?"
"J-jim. Some folk used to call me The Pick, b-but that was a long time ago." He finishes quickly
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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...."
*Nope it does. Banshees don't like abatis...*
*A banshee wouldnt care... It resists BPS from nonmagic attacks*
*I was kidding... :(*
*Ah, alright. Whats really needed is RADIANT DAMAGE. Shall I bring someone in?*
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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)
*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."
"... I... Dont think this place needs them...."
"Can't hurt. And if it does, we can easily knock 'em down from this side."
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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...."
*Nope it does. Banshees don't like abatis...*
*A banshee wouldnt care... It resists BPS from nonmagic attacks*
*I was kidding... :(*
*Ah, alright. Whats really needed is RADIANT DAMAGE. Shall I bring someone in?*
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."
Ettor levitated himself to a standing position. "This place was a lot of fun for me.... I hope I can live through this battle to continue to share it with..." He chuckled. "What am I preaching to you for? I've lived for about three centuries, what's one more?" He held out a hand and flexed it, the metal of the gauntlet scratching slightly. "I might be mortal, but I'm still gonna get through this easily."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*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?'
"Brain doctor" he said
'So... A ceric that focuses on the mind?'
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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!"
She can see Jim's mental process written on his face.
"But I don't want to, what if she, I dunno, challenges me to an arm wrestle and breaks my arm. Or my neck!?
True, but what if you don't do what she wants and she breaks your neck anyway?
...Good point."
He follows her over to the bar
She smiled. "Good choice! It's nice to see ya... what was your name, again?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*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.
the ginger one turns to the stumpy one and let's out a few chirps and meows.
"use your words Remor" the stumpy one says
"fine ill use common Stealy" the Ginger one said, flicking his tails.
*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.
the ginger one turns to the stumpy one and let's out a few chirps and meows.
"use your words Remor" the stumpy one says
"fine ill use common Stealy" the Ginger one said, flicking his tails.
Nerima's shadow falls over them as she walks over. "KITTIES!!!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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."
Ettor levitated himself to a standing position. "This place was a lot of fun for me.... I hope I can live through this battle to continue to share it with..." He chuckled. "What am I preaching to you for? I've lived for about three centuries, what's one more?" He held out a hand and flexed it, the metal of the gauntlet scratching slightly. "I might be mortal, but I'm still gonna get through this easily."
"I hope so. I probably will, but I'm worried about people like Theren, who might not get through so well..."
*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!"
She can see Jim's mental process written on his face.
"But I don't want to, what if she, I dunno, challenges me to an arm wrestle and breaks my arm. Or my neck!?
True, but what if you don't do what she wants and she breaks your neck anyway?
...Good point."
He follows her over to the bar
She smiled. "Good choice! It's nice to see ya... what was your name, again?"
"J-jim. Nice to see ya Sh-sharlene."
*Jim Jim Jimmy Jim Jimmy Jim Jim Jim*
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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.
*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.
the ginger one turns to the stumpy one and let's out a few chirps and meows.
"use your words Remor" the stumpy one says
"fine ill use common Stealy" the Ginger one said, flicking his tails.
Nerima's shadow falls over them as she walks over. "KITTIES!!!"
Remor puffs up like a orange fluff ball "Do not touch me foul woman, I am Remor, god of the abyss, killer of angels!"
"Devil who got stuck as a cat.." Stealy pointed out.
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."
Ettor levitated himself to a standing position. "This place was a lot of fun for me.... I hope I can live through this battle to continue to share it with..." He chuckled. "What am I preaching to you for? I've lived for about three centuries, what's one more?" He held out a hand and flexed it, the metal of the gauntlet scratching slightly. "I might be mortal, but I'm still gonna get through this easily."
"I hope so. I probably will, but I'm worried about people like Theren, who might not get through so well..."
"Theren... nope, never met him, don't really care."
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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.
*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.
the ginger one turns to the stumpy one and let's out a few chirps and meows.
"use your words Remor" the stumpy one says
"fine ill use common Stealy" the Ginger one said, flicking his tails.
Nerima's shadow falls over them as she walks over. "KITTIES!!!"
Remor puffs up like a orange fluff ball "Do not touch me foul woman, I am Remor, god of the abyss, killer of angels!"
"Devil who got stuck as a cat.." Stealy pointed out.
*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!"
She can see Jim's mental process written on his face.
"But I don't want to, what if she, I dunno, challenges me to an arm wrestle and breaks my arm. Or my neck!?
True, but what if you don't do what she wants and she breaks your neck anyway?
...Good point."
He follows her over to the bar
She smiled. "Good choice! It's nice to see ya... what was your name, again?"
"J-jim. Nice to see ya Sh-sharlene."
*Jim Jim Jimmy Jim Jimmy Jim Jim Jim*
"Jim, how have you been? Still scared?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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."
Ettor levitated himself to a standing position. "This place was a lot of fun for me.... I hope I can live through this battle to continue to share it with..." He chuckled. "What am I preaching to you for? I've lived for about three centuries, what's one more?" He held out a hand and flexed it, the metal of the gauntlet scratching slightly. "I might be mortal, but I'm still gonna get through this easily."
"I hope so. I probably will, but I'm worried about people like Theren, who might not get through so well..."
"Theren... nope, never met him, don't really care."
"Or Tevelin, she's got a family back on her world and she only knows level one spells."
*A banshee wouldnt care... It resists BPS from nonmagic attacks*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
She can see Jim's mental process written on his face.
"But I don't want to, what if she, I dunno, challenges me to an arm wrestle and breaks my arm. Or my neck!?
True, but what if you don't do what she wants and she breaks your neck anyway?
...Good point."
He follows her over to the bar
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 was kidding... :(*
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.
"J-jim. Some folk used to call me The Pick, b-but that was a long time ago." He finishes quickly
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"
*Ah, alright. Whats really needed is RADIANT DAMAGE. Shall I bring someone in?*
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)
"Brain doctor" 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
"Can't hurt. And if it does, we can easily knock 'em down from this side."
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"
*Thirteen can cast sunburst.*
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.
Ettor levitated himself to a standing position. "This place was a lot of fun for me.... I hope I can live through this battle to continue to share it with..." He chuckled. "What am I preaching to you for? I've lived for about three centuries, what's one more?" He held out a hand and flexed it, the metal of the gauntlet scratching slightly. "I might be mortal, but I'm still gonna get through this 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.
'So... A ceric that focuses on the mind?'
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!
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She smiled. "Good choice! It's nice to see ya... what was your name, again?"
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.
the ginger one turns to the stumpy one and let's out a few chirps and meows.
"use your words Remor" the stumpy one says
"fine ill use common Stealy" the Ginger one said, flicking his tails.
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
Nerima's shadow falls over them as she walks over. "KITTIES!!!"
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.
"I hope so. I probably will, but I'm worried about people like Theren, who might not get through so well..."
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.
"J-jim. Nice to see ya Sh-sharlene."
*Jim Jim Jimmy Jim Jimmy Jim Jim Jim*
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"
Remor puffs up like a orange fluff ball "Do not touch me foul woman, I am Remor, god of the abyss, killer of angels!"
"Devil who got stuck as a cat.." Stealy pointed out.
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
"Theren... nope, never met him, don't really care."
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.
*Remor is a jerk*
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.
"Jim, how have you been? Still scared?"
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.
"Or Tevelin, she's got a family back on her world and she only knows level one spells."
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.