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."
He chuckled. "Oh yeah, I pranked Tevelin, birdie's got no humor."
"I wonder what's going on in the demiplane. Oh wait, I control the demiplane, I can check." A window of light appears next to Thirteen. "HOW YA DOING?" Thirteen shouts into the window.
Taveli jumps, but yells back. "We're okay!"
"How's Caramel?"
"Caramel's fine!"
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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.
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.
She starts gently scratching Remor's head, giggling.
Remor lets out some sort of growl that doesn't sound like that of cat, but he allows the pets to happen.
Stealy stretches out, stump tail flicking back and forth.
She only giggles more at the growling. "You do funny noise, kitty."
remor arched his back "I AM NO KITTY. I AM A DEMON!" He growled.
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."
He chuckled. "Oh yeah, I pranked Tevelin, birdie's got no humor."
"I wonder what's going on in the demiplane. Oh wait, I control the demiplane, I can check." A window of light appears next to Thirteen. "HOW YA DOING?" Thirteen shouts into the window.
Taveli jumps, but yells back. "We're okay!"
"How's Caramel?"
"Caramel's fine!"
"Okay, just checking. The battle starts soon, so any last-minute arrivals better get over here soon!" Thirteen says.
A huge black bird, that looks slightly hawk like, with strange patterns glowing green, begins flying over the tavern
"What is that??" Thirteen wonders. He throws a pebble at it.
Roll a ranged attack with an improvised weapon
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*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.
She starts gently scratching Remor's head, giggling.
Remor lets out some sort of growl that doesn't sound like that of cat, but he allows the pets to happen.
Stealy stretches out, stump tail flicking back and forth.
She only giggles more at the growling. "You do funny noise, kitty."
remor arched his back "I AM NO KITTY. I AM A DEMON!" He growled.
*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?"
"What d'ye think Sharlene? Th-there's people ... everywhere and s-some places I go th-there aren't enough p-people. Its n-nervewracking. I g-gotta watch my back, you know?" he chuckles lightly
She laughs. "Don't worry, if you want me to, I'll watch your back for ya!"
*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.
She starts gently scratching Remor's head, giggling.
Remor lets out some sort of growl that doesn't sound like that of cat, but he allows the pets to happen.
Stealy stretches out, stump tail flicking back and forth.
She only giggles more at the growling. "You do funny noise, kitty."
remor arched his back "I AM NO KITTY. I AM A DEMON!" He growled.
Stealy was curled up like a potato
Nerima smiles. "Demon Kitty!"
He puffs up his small furred chest "INDEED"
She suddenly squeezed him into a hug.
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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."
He chuckled. "Oh yeah, I pranked Tevelin, birdie's got no humor."
"I wonder what's going on in the demiplane. Oh wait, I control the demiplane, I can check." A window of light appears next to Thirteen. "HOW YA DOING?" Thirteen shouts into the window.
Taveli jumps, but yells back. "We're okay!"
"How's Caramel?"
"Caramel's fine!"
"Okay, just checking. The battle starts soon, so any last-minute arrivals better get over here soon!" Thirteen says.
"Alright!" Taceli waves.
Ettor smiles. "Well, at least everyone there is alright..."
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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.
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.
She starts gently scratching Remor's head, giggling.
Remor lets out some sort of growl that doesn't sound like that of cat, but he allows the pets to happen.
Stealy stretches out, stump tail flicking back and forth.
She only giggles more at the growling. "You do funny noise, kitty."
remor arched his back "I AM NO KITTY. I AM A DEMON!" He growled.
Stealy was curled up like a potato
Nerima smiles. "Demon Kitty!"
He puffs up his small furred chest "INDEED"
She suddenly squeezed him into a hug.
Remo's purple eyes widen as his ears flattened against his head. "LET ME GO VILE WOMAN, THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A HIGH DEMON! I DEMAND YOU LET ME GO!"
*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?"
"What d'ye think Sharlene? Th-there's people ... everywhere and s-some places I go th-there aren't enough p-people. Its n-nervewracking. I g-gotta watch my back, you know?" he chuckles lightly
She laughs. "Don't worry, if you want me to, I'll watch your back for ya!"
"Heh, thanks Sharlene."
*This is sharlene and Jim:*
*That almost made me spit out my coffee.*
"No problem, I'm more than strong enough for the both of us!"
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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.
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.
She starts gently scratching Remor's head, giggling.
Remor lets out some sort of growl that doesn't sound like that of cat, but he allows the pets to happen.
Stealy stretches out, stump tail flicking back and forth.
She only giggles more at the growling. "You do funny noise, kitty."
remor arched his back "I AM NO KITTY. I AM A DEMON!" He growled.
Stealy was curled up like a potato
Nerima smiles. "Demon Kitty!"
He puffs up his small furred chest "INDEED"
She suddenly squeezed him into a hug.
Remo's purple eyes widen as his ears flattened against his head. "LET ME GO VILE WOMAN, THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A HIGH DEMON! I DEMAND YOU LET ME GO!"
"But you so fuzzy!" She started giggling again, slightly more insane-sounding than before.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A huge black bird, that looks slightly hawk like, with strange patterns glowing green, begins flying over the tavern
"What is that??" Thirteen wonders. He throws a pebble at it.
Roll a ranged attack with an improvised weapon
*It wasn't an attack, just a provocation.*
As the tiny pebble hits its huge wing, it seems to barely notice, circling the tavern
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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)
*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.
She starts gently scratching Remor's head, giggling.
Remor lets out some sort of growl that doesn't sound like that of cat, but he allows the pets to happen.
Stealy stretches out, stump tail flicking back and forth.
She only giggles more at the growling. "You do funny noise, kitty."
remor arched his back "I AM NO KITTY. I AM A DEMON!" He growled.
Stealy was curled up like a potato
Nerima smiles. "Demon Kitty!"
He puffs up his small furred chest "INDEED"
She suddenly squeezed him into a hug.
Remo's purple eyes widen as his ears flattened against his head. "LET ME GO VILE WOMAN, THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A HIGH DEMON! I DEMAND YOU LET ME GO!"
"But you so fuzzy!" She started giggling again, slightly more insane-sounding than before.
He thrashes violently "LET ME GO I SAY! WHAT DO YOU WANT? MONEY? POWER? FAME?"
*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.
She starts gently scratching Remor's head, giggling.
Remor lets out some sort of growl that doesn't sound like that of cat, but he allows the pets to happen.
Stealy stretches out, stump tail flicking back and forth.
She only giggles more at the growling. "You do funny noise, kitty."
remor arched his back "I AM NO KITTY. I AM A DEMON!" He growled.
Stealy was curled up like a potato
Nerima smiles. "Demon Kitty!"
He puffs up his small furred chest "INDEED"
She suddenly squeezed him into a hug.
Remo's purple eyes widen as his ears flattened against his head. "LET ME GO VILE WOMAN, THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A HIGH DEMON! I DEMAND YOU LET ME GO!"
"But you so fuzzy!" She started giggling again, slightly more insane-sounding than before.
He thrashes violently "LET ME GO I SAY! WHAT DO YOU WANT? MONEY? POWER? FAME?"
"I want hugs!" Her giggling turned into laughing as she held him like a baby.
*Adorable image in my head.*
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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.
*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?"
"What d'ye think Sharlene? Th-there's people ... everywhere and s-some places I go th-there aren't enough p-people. Its n-nervewracking. I g-gotta watch my back, you know?" he chuckles lightly
She laughs. "Don't worry, if you want me to, I'll watch your back for ya!"
"Heh, thanks Sharlene."
*This is sharlene and Jim:*
*That almost made me spit out my coffee.*
"No problem, I'm more than strong enough for the both of us!"
"I'm s-sure you are."
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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.
*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?"
"What d'ye think Sharlene? Th-there's people ... everywhere and s-some places I go th-there aren't enough p-people. Its n-nervewracking. I g-gotta watch my back, you know?" he chuckles lightly
She laughs. "Don't worry, if you want me to, I'll watch your back for ya!"
"Heh, thanks Sharlene."
*This is sharlene and Jim:*
*That almost made me spit out my coffee.*
"No problem, I'm more than strong enough for the both of us!"
"I'm s-sure you are."
"Just continue being scared for yourself, and stay near me, and you should survive the battle just fine!"
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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."
He chuckled. "Oh yeah, I pranked Tevelin, birdie's got no humor."
"I wonder what's going on in the demiplane. Oh wait, I control the demiplane, I can check." A window of light appears next to Thirteen. "HOW YA DOING?" Thirteen shouts into the window.
Taveli jumps, but yells back. "We're okay!"
"How's Caramel?"
"Caramel's fine!"
"Okay, just checking. The battle starts soon, so any last-minute arrivals better get over here soon!" Thirteen says.
"Alright!" Taceli waves.
Ettor smiles. "Well, at least everyone there is alright..."
"Yeah. I'm gonna see if that Jim fellow wants to get in before Feakor attacks." Thirteen walks over to Jim. "Hey, just so you know, there's a demiplane if you don't want to fight."
*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.
She starts gently scratching Remor's head, giggling.
Remor lets out some sort of growl that doesn't sound like that of cat, but he allows the pets to happen.
Stealy stretches out, stump tail flicking back and forth.
She only giggles more at the growling. "You do funny noise, kitty."
remor arched his back "I AM NO KITTY. I AM A DEMON!" He growled.
Stealy was curled up like a potato
Nerima smiles. "Demon Kitty!"
He puffs up his small furred chest "INDEED"
She suddenly squeezed him into a hug.
Remo's purple eyes widen as his ears flattened against his head. "LET ME GO VILE WOMAN, THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A HIGH DEMON! I DEMAND YOU LET ME GO!"
"But you so fuzzy!" She started giggling again, slightly more insane-sounding than before.
He thrashes violently "LET ME GO I SAY! WHAT DO YOU WANT? MONEY? POWER? FAME?"
"I want hugs!" Her giggling turned into laughing as she held him like a baby.
*Adorable image in my head.*
Remor sighs and gives in, letting her hug him. His ears and tails droop slightly.
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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
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"Caramel's fine!"
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Theren is pacing on the roof occasionally looking at the treeline.
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He puffs up his small furred chest "INDEED"
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
"Okay, just checking. The battle starts soon, so any last-minute arrivals better get over here soon!" Thirteen says.
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.
Roll a ranged attack with an improvised weapon
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)
*Gods thats funny*
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"Heh, thanks Sharlene."
*This is sharlene and 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"
She suddenly squeezed him into a hug.
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"Alright!" Taceli waves.
Ettor smiles. "Well, at least everyone there is alright..."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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Remo's purple eyes widen as his ears flattened against his head. "LET ME GO VILE WOMAN, THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A HIGH DEMON! I DEMAND YOU LET ME GO!"
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
*That almost made me spit out my coffee.*
"No problem, I'm more than strong enough for the both of us!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"But you so fuzzy!" She started giggling again, slightly more insane-sounding than before.
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.
*It wasn't an attack, just a provocation.*
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.
As the tiny pebble hits its huge wing, it seems to barely notice, circling the tavern
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 thrashes violently "LET ME GO I SAY! WHAT DO YOU WANT? MONEY? POWER? FAME?"
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 want hugs!" Her giggling turned into laughing as she held him like a baby.
*Adorable image in my head.*
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'm s-sure you are."
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"
"Just continue being scared for yourself, and stay near me, and you should survive the battle just fine!"
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.
"Yeah. I'm gonna see if that Jim fellow wants to get in before Feakor attacks." Thirteen walks over to Jim. "Hey, just so you know, there's a demiplane if you don't want to fight."
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.
Remor sighs and gives in, letting her hug him. His ears and tails droop slightly.
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