Tevelin decides to be cruel. She pours some ketchup on the palm of Ettor's hand, and tickles his nose with her wing, then swiftly flies into the rafters.
He uses his other hand to scratch.
"Drat!" Tevelin says louder than she meant. "Knew I shoulda poured it in his lap..."
Ettor sleepily sat up.
Tevelin, fearing retribution, attempts to fly up higher and hits her head. She falls out of the rafters and lands painfully on the floor.
Ettor looks over, shrugs, ate the ketchup, then went back to napping.
*SANS!*
Tevelin is in pain, lying on the floor. "I'll leave the pranks to you, then."
"Uh-huh. Good idea."
*I swear, I'm not doing that on purpose.*
*HMMMMMMM Does Ettor have any connection to the number six or humanoid bones?*
Tevelin manages to get up, she goes over to a table and begins playing her most famous song, Atissimum Caelum.
Tevelin decides to be cruel. She pours some ketchup on the palm of Ettor's hand, and tickles his nose with her wing, then swiftly flies into the rafters.
He uses his other hand to scratch.
"Drat!" Tevelin says louder than she meant. "Knew I shoulda poured it in his lap..."
Ettor sleepily sat up.
Tevelin, fearing retribution, attempts to fly up higher and hits her head. She falls out of the rafters and lands painfully on the floor.
Ettor looks over, shrugs, ate the ketchup, then went back to napping.
*SANS!*
Tevelin is in pain, lying on the floor. "I'll leave the pranks to you, then."
"Uh-huh. Good idea."
*I swear, I'm not doing that on purpose.*
*HMMMMMMM Does Ettor have any connection to the number six or humanoid bones?*
Tevelin manages to get up, she goes over to a table and begins playing her most famous song, Atissimum Caelum.
*I mean... he has a skeleton in him.*
A quasit is sitting on the table, looking at her.
"Um, hello." Tevelin looks over at the quasit.
The quasit hopped at her like a frog and landed on her shoulder suddenly.
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Tevelin decides to be cruel. She pours some ketchup on the palm of Ettor's hand, and tickles his nose with her wing, then swiftly flies into the rafters.
He uses his other hand to scratch.
"Drat!" Tevelin says louder than she meant. "Knew I shoulda poured it in his lap..."
Ettor sleepily sat up.
Tevelin, fearing retribution, attempts to fly up higher and hits her head. She falls out of the rafters and lands painfully on the floor.
Ettor looks over, shrugs, ate the ketchup, then went back to napping.
*SANS!*
Tevelin is in pain, lying on the floor. "I'll leave the pranks to you, then."
"Uh-huh. Good idea."
*I swear, I'm not doing that on purpose.*
*HMMMMMMM Does Ettor have any connection to the number six or humanoid bones?*
Tevelin manages to get up, she goes over to a table and begins playing her most famous song, Atissimum Caelum.
*I mean... he has a skeleton in him.*
A quasit is sitting on the table, looking at her.
"Um, hello." Tevelin looks over at the quasit.
The quasit hopped at her like a frog and landed on her shoulder suddenly.
Tevelin decides to be cruel. She pours some ketchup on the palm of Ettor's hand, and tickles his nose with her wing, then swiftly flies into the rafters.
He uses his other hand to scratch.
"Drat!" Tevelin says louder than she meant. "Knew I shoulda poured it in his lap..."
Ettor sleepily sat up.
Tevelin, fearing retribution, attempts to fly up higher and hits her head. She falls out of the rafters and lands painfully on the floor.
Ettor looks over, shrugs, ate the ketchup, then went back to napping.
*SANS!*
Tevelin is in pain, lying on the floor. "I'll leave the pranks to you, then."
"Uh-huh. Good idea."
*I swear, I'm not doing that on purpose.*
*HMMMMMMM Does Ettor have any connection to the number six or humanoid bones?*
Tevelin manages to get up, she goes over to a table and begins playing her most famous song, Atissimum Caelum.
*I mean... he has a skeleton in him.*
A quasit is sitting on the table, looking at her.
"Um, hello." Tevelin looks over at the quasit.
The quasit hopped at her like a frog and landed on her shoulder suddenly.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
It licked her cheek.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Tevelin decides to be cruel. She pours some ketchup on the palm of Ettor's hand, and tickles his nose with her wing, then swiftly flies into the rafters.
He uses his other hand to scratch.
"Drat!" Tevelin says louder than she meant. "Knew I shoulda poured it in his lap..."
Ettor sleepily sat up.
Tevelin, fearing retribution, attempts to fly up higher and hits her head. She falls out of the rafters and lands painfully on the floor.
Ettor looks over, shrugs, ate the ketchup, then went back to napping.
*SANS!*
Tevelin is in pain, lying on the floor. "I'll leave the pranks to you, then."
"Uh-huh. Good idea."
*I swear, I'm not doing that on purpose.*
*HMMMMMMM Does Ettor have any connection to the number six or humanoid bones?*
Tevelin manages to get up, she goes over to a table and begins playing her most famous song, Atissimum Caelum.
*I mean... he has a skeleton in him.*
A quasit is sitting on the table, looking at her.
"Um, hello." Tevelin looks over at the quasit.
The quasit hopped at her like a frog and landed on her shoulder suddenly.
Miss, now it's drow 1's turn, also making a shortsword attack!
Attack: 14 Damage: 5
*My rolls are terrible*
Eldrin attacks again.
Attack: 17 Damage: 5
Nice, you got a hit on Drow #2! She's too close for a crossbow attack, so shortsword again!
Attack: 16 Damage: 5
*Oh dear gods*
Eldrin HP: 14
Attack with a longsword! Attack: 10 Damage: 1
Sorrow for ye, you missed.
Drow #1 pulls out her knife and holds it next to the nearly unconscious Klei's throat. "LEAVE, OR HE DIES!"
*Time for crazy Eldrin*
Eldrin grabs the other drow. "RELEASE HIM AND I'LL GIVE BACK YOUR FRIEND!"
Drow #1 snorts. "Y'think I care?" "HEY WAIT!" Drow #2 yells. "I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!" The drow start attacking each other.
*... This seems to very much be a rescue encounter...*
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Tevelin decides to be cruel. She pours some ketchup on the palm of Ettor's hand, and tickles his nose with her wing, then swiftly flies into the rafters.
He uses his other hand to scratch.
"Drat!" Tevelin says louder than she meant. "Knew I shoulda poured it in his lap..."
Ettor sleepily sat up.
Tevelin, fearing retribution, attempts to fly up higher and hits her head. She falls out of the rafters and lands painfully on the floor.
Ettor looks over, shrugs, ate the ketchup, then went back to napping.
*SANS!*
Tevelin is in pain, lying on the floor. "I'll leave the pranks to you, then."
"Uh-huh. Good idea."
*I swear, I'm not doing that on purpose.*
*HMMMMMMM Does Ettor have any connection to the number six or humanoid bones?*
Tevelin manages to get up, she goes over to a table and begins playing her most famous song, Atissimum Caelum.
*I mean... he has a skeleton in him.*
A quasit is sitting on the table, looking at her.
"Um, hello." Tevelin looks over at the quasit.
The quasit hopped at her like a frog and landed on her shoulder suddenly.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
It licked her cheek.
Tevelin decides to leave.
Ettor can be heard laughing as the quasit disappears.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Tevelin decides to be cruel. She pours some ketchup on the palm of Ettor's hand, and tickles his nose with her wing, then swiftly flies into the rafters.
He uses his other hand to scratch.
"Drat!" Tevelin says louder than she meant. "Knew I shoulda poured it in his lap..."
Ettor sleepily sat up.
Tevelin, fearing retribution, attempts to fly up higher and hits her head. She falls out of the rafters and lands painfully on the floor.
Ettor looks over, shrugs, ate the ketchup, then went back to napping.
*SANS!*
Tevelin is in pain, lying on the floor. "I'll leave the pranks to you, then."
"Uh-huh. Good idea."
*I swear, I'm not doing that on purpose.*
*HMMMMMMM Does Ettor have any connection to the number six or humanoid bones?*
Tevelin manages to get up, she goes over to a table and begins playing her most famous song, Atissimum Caelum.
*I mean... he has a skeleton in him.*
A quasit is sitting on the table, looking at her.
"Um, hello." Tevelin looks over at the quasit.
The quasit hopped at her like a frog and landed on her shoulder suddenly.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
It licked her cheek.
Tevelin decides to leave.
Ettor can be heard laughing as the quasit disappears.
"Tuhn, grant me what I deserve," Tevein mutters as she walks away.
A sleek black and ash grey furred werewolf walks in. They carry a dagger on their hip as well as a blue and green ornate fan with silver tassels, a battle axe is on their back. They wear a harness over their shoulders and upper chest but for clothing they only wear baggy black pants. They wear green, blue and brown clay beads around their wrists, neck, and ankles. Their eyes are the color of the spring tree's leaves, one cut runs down the side of their snout. They walk in, ears lowered slightly in a threatening manner before they sit at a table and pull open a wax paper wrapped thing that looks like a crudely made sandwich. They begin eating and fanning themself with their fan.
Jim is going about business as normal, with no apparent memory of the incident in the woods last night. Still something about him seems...off. *Read page 1417-18 for details if you wish.*
Steve has found that Seferis isn't working and with Krathian in the Glass Planes, he's trying to make a character to bring in or figure out one to bring back.
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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.
*Oh dear gods*
Eldrin HP: 14
Attack with a longsword!
Attack: 12 Damage: 6
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"Um, hello." Tevelin looks over at the quasit.
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.
Sorrow for ye, you missed.
Drow #1 pulls out her knife and holds it next to the nearly unconscious Klei's throat. "LEAVE, OR HE DIES!"
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.
*Time for crazy Eldrin*
Eldrin grabs the other drow. "RELEASE HIM AND I'LL GIVE BACK YOUR FRIEND!"
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The quasit hopped at her like a frog and landed on her shoulder suddenly.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Drow #1 snorts. "Y'think I care?" "HEY WAIT!" Drow #2 yells. "I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!" The drow start attacking each other.
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.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
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.
It licked her cheek.
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.
Soon both drow have killed each other. "That's fun," Klei says weakly, before falling over unconscious and bleeding a lot.
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.
Eldrin rushes to where Klei is.
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Tevelin decides to leave.
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.
*... This seems to very much be a rescue encounter...*
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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Ettor can be heard laughing as the quasit disappears.
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.
"Tuhn, grant me what I deserve," Tevein mutters as she walks away.
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.
Klei is unconscious and bleeding from three open wounds. He seems to be poisoned.
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.
*Are there any bars surrounding Klei?*
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Nah just spiky chains*
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.
A sleek black and ash grey furred werewolf walks in. They carry a dagger on their hip as well as a blue and green ornate fan with silver tassels, a battle axe is on their back. They wear a harness over their shoulders and upper chest but for clothing they only wear baggy black pants. They wear green, blue and brown clay beads around their wrists, neck, and ankles. Their eyes are the color of the spring tree's leaves, one cut runs down the side of their snout. They walk in, ears lowered slightly in a threatening manner before they sit at a table and pull open a wax paper wrapped thing that looks like a crudely made sandwich. They begin eating and fanning themself with their fan.
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 thing Elrin has gloves*
Elrin tries to break the chains.
Strength: 11
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Orvar is studying a book on draconic psychology
Jim is going about business as normal, with no apparent memory of the incident in the woods last night. Still something about him seems...off. *Read page 1417-18 for details if you wish.*
Steve has found that Seferis isn't working and with Krathian in the Glass Planes, he's trying to make a character to bring in or figure out one to bring back.
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"