A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder.
A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage.
Morbius waves hello but stares at the dog for a little bit. "What's with the mutt?"
The man tilts his head in confusion before speaking in Undercommon "You speak Under no?"
A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder.
A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage.
Morbius waves hello but stares at the dog for a little bit. "What's with the mutt?"
The man tilts his head in confusion before speaking in Undercommon "You speak Under no?"
"Yes, I do." Morbius says in Undercommon. "What's with the dog?"
Asari looks over seeming to understand, she also speaks in undercommon "Under?"
Jack looks up and smiles kindly "I heard the word, forgive me, my common is terrible"
"Common? Oh... That... Thing.... Right...."
"Its a bit hard for me to understand, im sorry" He said andgrinned
"I... Thats... Its fine..."
"Okay then, Who are ye?" he asked
"A-Asariocke... Or... Just Asari"
"Pleasure to meet ye!" he said and shaked her hand "I is Jack, Jack Smith"
She seems fairly nervous with the handshake "J-jack... Is... Under a type of 'language'?"
"Yes it is!" he nodded and grinned "Ive spoke since childhood"
"Ah.... I.... Find it hard to draw lines between languages..."
"It isn't that hard to learn miss!" he said with a smile "Bit confusing but easy, i swear"
"... I didnt know there" she switches suddenly to elvish "was such a thing as" back to common "'Languages' until" into undercommon "A few days ago...."
He grins "The was impressive miss! I only know Under and Infernal"
Azazel is slumped at a table, having not slept last night
Poppy is running around outside, currently in the middle of her morning workout
Adder was sleeping on the floor in Azazel's room.
Seph was hanging a body from tree, admiring his work.
Jack was downstairs, talking with Morbuis
Azazel picks up breakfast, before heading upstairs, noticing the tiefling on the ground, "Adder?"
"yeah hi, tired" he says, he appears to have burnt clothing from his fight with electricity/ The dragon-born
"Jeez, are you alright? You look burned." Azazel sets his meal on a desk, stooping down to check on adder
"Im fine, just in pain a bit" he said
"Did you set the forest on fire again, and got caught in it?" Azazel asks, checking for wounds
"AGAIN?!" Spawn howls. "You burned down the forest?!" Spawn then jumps out of the window and flies off to the area in which Adder had incinerated. Spawn drops to his knees and forces his hands into the ashy ground, focusing his powers through the burnt wasteland. Soon, grass, flowers, bushes, trees, and all other manner of green leafy life begins to grow until the entire forest is mostly restored, with a few spots that are still growing.
"All better..." Spawn gently brushes a finger against the petal of a white flower.
"Oh, thats really cool."
"I love plants. They're quiet, patient, sturdy, and happy." Spawn grumbles bitterly. "If anyone does this again...They will no the true fury of Hell."
"So you're like a druid or something? Also, isn't fire good for forests, since it gives room for new life to grow?"
"This one wasn't finished growing yet...I'm not a tree hugger either. I love meat. A lot. I just like taking care of plants. It's a...hobby of mine, I guess."
"Oh, thats suprising for you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Spawn glares at Azazel, smoking pooling from his eyes again.
"Hmm.... how do i put this lightly..? Oh, you don't seem like someone to care about living things."
"Oh..." Spawn chills out. "Yeah, that's fair. I don't like flesh-bags because you all talk too much. Plants don't talk at all...see the appeal?"
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder.
A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage.
Morbius waves hello but stares at the dog for a little bit. "What's with the mutt?"
The man tilts his head in confusion before speaking in Undercommon "You speak Under no?"
A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder.
A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage.
Morbius waves hello but stares at the dog for a little bit. "What's with the mutt?"
The man tilts his head in confusion before speaking in Undercommon "You speak Under no?"
"Yes, I do." Morbius says in Undercommon. "What's with the dog?"
Asari looks over seeming to understand, she also speaks in undercommon "Under?"
Jack looks up and smiles kindly "I heard the word, forgive me, my common is terrible"
"Common? Oh... That... Thing.... Right...."
"Its a bit hard for me to understand, im sorry" He said andgrinned
"I... Thats... Its fine..."
"Okay then, Who are ye?" he asked
"A-Asariocke... Or... Just Asari"
"Pleasure to meet ye!" he said and shaked her hand "I is Jack, Jack Smith"
She seems fairly nervous with the handshake "J-jack... Is... Under a type of 'language'?"
"Yes it is!" he nodded and grinned "Ive spoke since childhood"
"Ah.... I.... Find it hard to draw lines between languages..."
"It isn't that hard to learn miss!" he said with a smile "Bit confusing but easy, i swear"
"... I didnt know there" she switches suddenly to elvish "was such a thing as" back to common "'Languages' until" into undercommon "A few days ago...."
He grins "The was impressive miss! I only know Under and Infernal"
She tilts her head "What was impressive?" She doesn't seem to notice shes switching
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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)
A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder.
A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage.
Morbius waves hello but stares at the dog for a little bit. "What's with the mutt?"
The man tilts his head in confusion before speaking in Undercommon "You speak Under no?"
A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder.
A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage.
Morbius waves hello but stares at the dog for a little bit. "What's with the mutt?"
The man tilts his head in confusion before speaking in Undercommon "You speak Under no?"
"Yes, I do." Morbius says in Undercommon. "What's with the dog?"
Asari looks over seeming to understand, she also speaks in undercommon "Under?"
Jack looks up and smiles kindly "I heard the word, forgive me, my common is terrible"
"Common? Oh... That... Thing.... Right...."
"Its a bit hard for me to understand, im sorry" He said andgrinned
"I... Thats... Its fine..."
"Okay then, Who are ye?" he asked
"A-Asariocke... Or... Just Asari"
"Pleasure to meet ye!" he said and shaked her hand "I is Jack, Jack Smith"
She seems fairly nervous with the handshake "J-jack... Is... Under a type of 'language'?"
"Yes it is!" he nodded and grinned "Ive spoke since childhood"
"Ah.... I.... Find it hard to draw lines between languages..."
"It isn't that hard to learn miss!" he said with a smile "Bit confusing but easy, i swear"
"... I didnt know there" she switches suddenly to elvish "was such a thing as" back to common "'Languages' until" into undercommon "A few days ago...."
He grins "The was impressive miss! I only know Under and Infernal"
She tilts her head "What was impressive?" She doesn't seem to notice shes switching
He begins to describe what he saw "You were switching between elven, common, and under. it was a sight to behold"
A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder.
A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage.
Morbius waves hello but stares at the dog for a little bit. "What's with the mutt?"
The man tilts his head in confusion before speaking in Undercommon "You speak Under no?"
A man standing 6'4 walks in. He is built like heavy-weight champion and has scars, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He wears a black tank-top, woven lash leather belt around his midsection and waist, a black jacket with Grey woolen inline, thick black trousers, and thick boots. He has bandages wrapped around his hands, ankles, and neck. He has Deep green eyes, brown short hair that is shaven around the sides, and fair skin. He carries a pistol on his hip holster and a rifle on his back, he also carries a satchel around his shoulder.
A Dark Grey and black dog follows him, its thin and without hair. It has huge fangs that drip with slobber and its eyes are red-orange in color that glow with pent-up rage.
Morbius waves hello but stares at the dog for a little bit. "What's with the mutt?"
The man tilts his head in confusion before speaking in Undercommon "You speak Under no?"
"Yes, I do." Morbius says in Undercommon. "What's with the dog?"
Asari looks over seeming to understand, she also speaks in undercommon "Under?"
Jack looks up and smiles kindly "I heard the word, forgive me, my common is terrible"
"Common? Oh... That... Thing.... Right...."
"Its a bit hard for me to understand, im sorry" He said andgrinned
"I... Thats... Its fine..."
"Okay then, Who are ye?" he asked
"A-Asariocke... Or... Just Asari"
"Pleasure to meet ye!" he said and shaked her hand "I is Jack, Jack Smith"
She seems fairly nervous with the handshake "J-jack... Is... Under a type of 'language'?"
"Yes it is!" he nodded and grinned "Ive spoke since childhood"
"Ah.... I.... Find it hard to draw lines between languages..."
"It isn't that hard to learn miss!" he said with a smile "Bit confusing but easy, i swear"
"... I didnt know there" she switches suddenly to elvish "was such a thing as" back to common "'Languages' until" into undercommon "A few days ago...."
He grins "The was impressive miss! I only know Under and Infernal"
She tilts her head "What was impressive?" She doesn't seem to notice shes switching
He begins to describe what he saw "You were switching between elven, common, and under. it was a sight to behold"
"I.... I really dont know what you mean..."
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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)
Azazel is slumped at a table, having not slept last night
Poppy is running around outside, currently in the middle of her morning workout
Adder was sleeping on the floor in Azazel's room.
Seph was hanging a body from tree, admiring his work.
Jack was downstairs, talking with Morbuis
Azazel picks up breakfast, before heading upstairs, noticing the tiefling on the ground, "Adder?"
"yeah hi, tired" he says, he appears to have burnt clothing from his fight with electricity/ The dragon-born
"Jeez, are you alright? You look burned." Azazel sets his meal on a desk, stooping down to check on adder
"Im fine, just in pain a bit" he said
"Did you set the forest on fire again, and got caught in it?" Azazel asks, checking for wounds
"AGAIN?!" Spawn howls. "You burned down the forest?!" Spawn then jumps out of the window and flies off to the area in which Adder had incinerated. Spawn drops to his knees and forces his hands into the ashy ground, focusing his powers through the burnt wasteland. Soon, grass, flowers, bushes, trees, and all other manner of green leafy life begins to grow until the entire forest is mostly restored, with a few spots that are still growing.
"All better..." Spawn gently brushes a finger against the petal of a white flower.
"Oh, thats really cool."
"I love plants. They're quiet, patient, sturdy, and happy." Spawn grumbles bitterly. "If anyone does this again...They will no the true fury of Hell."
"So you're like a druid or something? Also, isn't fire good for forests, since it gives room for new life to grow?"
"This one wasn't finished growing yet...I'm not a tree hugger either. I love meat. A lot. I just like taking care of plants. It's a...hobby of mine, I guess."
"Oh, thats suprising for you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Spawn glares at Azazel, smoking pooling from his eyes again.
"Hmm.... how do i put this lightly..? Oh, you don't seem like someone to care about living things."
"Oh..." Spawn chills out. "Yeah, that's fair. I don't like flesh-bags because you all talk too much. Plants don't talk at all...see the appeal?"
"Except for the plants that do talk, this place is weird."
Azazel is slumped at a table, having not slept last night
Poppy is running around outside, currently in the middle of her morning workout
Adder was sleeping on the floor in Azazel's room.
Seph was hanging a body from tree, admiring his work.
Jack was downstairs, talking with Morbuis
Azazel picks up breakfast, before heading upstairs, noticing the tiefling on the ground, "Adder?"
"yeah hi, tired" he says, he appears to have burnt clothing from his fight with electricity/ The dragon-born
"Jeez, are you alright? You look burned." Azazel sets his meal on a desk, stooping down to check on adder
"Im fine, just in pain a bit" he said
"Did you set the forest on fire again, and got caught in it?" Azazel asks, checking for wounds
"AGAIN?!" Spawn howls. "You burned down the forest?!" Spawn then jumps out of the window and flies off to the area in which Adder had incinerated. Spawn drops to his knees and forces his hands into the ashy ground, focusing his powers through the burnt wasteland. Soon, grass, flowers, bushes, trees, and all other manner of green leafy life begins to grow until the entire forest is mostly restored, with a few spots that are still growing.
"All better..." Spawn gently brushes a finger against the petal of a white flower.
"Oh, thats really cool."
"I love plants. They're quiet, patient, sturdy, and happy." Spawn grumbles bitterly. "If anyone does this again...They will no the true fury of Hell."
"So you're like a druid or something? Also, isn't fire good for forests, since it gives room for new life to grow?"
"This one wasn't finished growing yet...I'm not a tree hugger either. I love meat. A lot. I just like taking care of plants. It's a...hobby of mine, I guess."
"Oh, thats suprising for you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Spawn glares at Azazel, smoking pooling from his eyes again.
"Hmm.... how do i put this lightly..? Oh, you don't seem like someone to care about living things."
"Oh..." Spawn chills out. "Yeah, that's fair. I don't like flesh-bags because you all talk too much. Plants don't talk at all...see the appeal?"
"Except for the plants that do talk, this place is weird."
Spawn shrugs. "I like green, too."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Azazel is slumped at a table, having not slept last night
Poppy is running around outside, currently in the middle of her morning workout
Adder was sleeping on the floor in Azazel's room.
Seph was hanging a body from tree, admiring his work.
Jack was downstairs, talking with Morbuis
Azazel picks up breakfast, before heading upstairs, noticing the tiefling on the ground, "Adder?"
"yeah hi, tired" he says, he appears to have burnt clothing from his fight with electricity/ The dragon-born
"Jeez, are you alright? You look burned." Azazel sets his meal on a desk, stooping down to check on adder
"Im fine, just in pain a bit" he said
"Did you set the forest on fire again, and got caught in it?" Azazel asks, checking for wounds
"AGAIN?!" Spawn howls. "You burned down the forest?!" Spawn then jumps out of the window and flies off to the area in which Adder had incinerated. Spawn drops to his knees and forces his hands into the ashy ground, focusing his powers through the burnt wasteland. Soon, grass, flowers, bushes, trees, and all other manner of green leafy life begins to grow until the entire forest is mostly restored, with a few spots that are still growing.
"All better..." Spawn gently brushes a finger against the petal of a white flower.
"Oh, thats really cool."
"I love plants. They're quiet, patient, sturdy, and happy." Spawn grumbles bitterly. "If anyone does this again...They will no the true fury of Hell."
"So you're like a druid or something? Also, isn't fire good for forests, since it gives room for new life to grow?"
"This one wasn't finished growing yet...I'm not a tree hugger either. I love meat. A lot. I just like taking care of plants. It's a...hobby of mine, I guess."
"Oh, thats suprising for you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Spawn glares at Azazel, smoking pooling from his eyes again.
"Hmm.... how do i put this lightly..? Oh, you don't seem like someone to care about living things."
"Oh..." Spawn chills out. "Yeah, that's fair. I don't like flesh-bags because you all talk too much. Plants don't talk at all...see the appeal?"
"Except for the plants that do talk, this place is weird."
"Well, don't get in any more trouble than necessary, Adder." Kiriwar says. Suddenly, a familiar scent fills his powerful nostrils. "That smell... another lycanthrope. Of course." Kiriwar begins to walk back to the tavern.
Morbius is still sharpening his sword, humming a melodic tune with a slight vibrato.
"Hello," Kiriwar says to Morbius. "You as well?"
"As well as what?" Morbius asks without looking at Kiriwar, sharpening his adamantine longsword with long strokes.
"Lycanthrope. I smell it about you. Is it... Wolf? Bear? Hyena? Fox?"
Morbius grimaces staying silent for a while. "That's none of your business..."
"okay."
Morbius goes back to sharpening his sword. "What's your deal?"
"Deal?"
"What's your problem? Why are you poking your nose in other people's business?"
"I'm a blood hunter. I need to know if you're what I should be hunting."
"I could say the same to you. I'm a Horrowsbane- we invented monster hunting."
"Well then I'll start." Kiriwar shifts into his hybrid weretiger form.
"Well, don't get in any more trouble than necessary, Adder." Kiriwar says. Suddenly, a familiar scent fills his powerful nostrils. "That smell... another lycanthrope. Of course." Kiriwar begins to walk back to the tavern.
Morbius is still sharpening his sword, humming a melodic tune with a slight vibrato.
"Hello," Kiriwar says to Morbius. "You as well?"
"As well as what?" Morbius asks without looking at Kiriwar, sharpening his adamantine longsword with long strokes.
"Lycanthrope. I smell it about you. Is it... Wolf? Bear? Hyena? Fox?"
Morbius grimaces staying silent for a while. "That's none of your business..."
"okay."
Morbius goes back to sharpening his sword. "What's your deal?"
"Deal?"
"What's your problem? Why are you poking your nose in other people's business?"
"I'm a blood hunter. I need to know if you're what I should be hunting."
"I could say the same to you. I'm a Horrowsbane- we invented monster hunting."
"Well then I'll start." Kiriwar shifts into his hybrid weretiger form.
"Good for you..." Morbius sighs and sheathes his longsword. "I didn't choose to be diseased."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Did he say who sent him?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He grins "The was impressive miss! I only know Under and Infernal"
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
"Oh..." Spawn chills out. "Yeah, that's fair. I don't like flesh-bags because you all talk too much. Plants don't talk at all...see the appeal?"
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
He shook his head and took off the burnt clothing
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
He hears a big thing flying as Arrow flies by.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She tilts her head "What was impressive?" She doesn't seem to notice shes switching
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 begins to describe what he saw "You were switching between elven, common, and under. it was a sight to behold"
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
shadow ducks back into the trees and heads away from the tavern
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"I.... I really dont know what you mean..."
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)
"Except for the plants that do talk, this place is weird."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Azazel offers a blanket to cover himself with, "Here."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Spawn shrugs. "I like green, too."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Seriously? Thats definatly unexpected"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
galax goes into the medward, and starts to renovate it into an actual med ward
shadow is walking away from the tavern, but he keeps looking back if exspecting someone to be there
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Well then I'll start." Kiriwar shifts into his hybrid weretiger form.
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 stops flying forward as she hear rustling "Who's there!" She says slightly teary.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Ah, its ok to not understand" 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
"thanks cutie" he says with a grin
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
"Good for you..." Morbius sighs and sheathes his longsword. "I didn't choose to be diseased."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
shadow doesent awnser *he is completely silent*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented