Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
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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)
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
"Um Max, there's an owl on your head."
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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.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
"Um Max, there's an owl on your head."
"I know" he whispers, looking nervous
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
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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)
"Jeez, and I thought I was well-traveled. Wanna head back inside?"
"Sure thing."
She grabbed onto his arm. "Alright, do your little teleportation thing."
"Alright," he dimension doors them back to the tavern
She chuckled as they teleported. "I need to learn a teleportation spell. It'd make my life much easier sometimes."
"I might be able to teach you, maybe we can look over my notes sometime."
"Sure! But let's get your creature back from the dead first, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"I think he will," he pulls a spellbook out of his jacket and flips to the find familiar page resummoning Q'ilbrith.
He lights a small fire on the table, then drops something into the flames. They turn pure white and slowly die out. A sulfuric smell permeates the air as the tiny fire begins smoking profusely and that smoke coalesces into Q'ilbrith. He stretches a little bit before slapping Krathian with an electrically charged tentacle. "That's for chucking me into the void." he says
"Sorry," Krathian responds, "I thought it was a portal."
"...jerk."
Krathian rolls his eyes and looks back at Wolfe. "I have several other useful spells if you'd like to look into magicks other than teleportation."
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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.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
"What's happening..."
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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.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
How exactly does he try to remove it?
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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)
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
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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.
"Jeez, and I thought I was well-traveled. Wanna head back inside?"
"Sure thing."
She grabbed onto his arm. "Alright, do your little teleportation thing."
"Alright," he dimension doors them back to the tavern
She chuckled as they teleported. "I need to learn a teleportation spell. It'd make my life much easier sometimes."
"I might be able to teach you, maybe we can look over my notes sometime."
"Sure! But let's get your creature back from the dead first, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"I think he will," he pulls a spellbook out of his jacket and flips to the find familiar page resummoning Q'ilbrith.
He lights a small fire on the table, then drops something into the flames. They turn pure white and slowly die out. A sulfuric smell permeates the air as the tiny fire begins smoking profusely and that smoke coalesces into Q'ilbrith. He stretches a little bit before slapping Krathian with an electrically charged tentacle. "That's for chucking me into the void." he says
"Sorry," Krathian responds, "I thought it was a portal."
"...jerk."
Krathian rolls his eyes and looks back at Wolfe. "I have several other useful spells if you'd like to look into magicks other than teleportation."
"Nah, I'm not very reliant on magic much, and teleportation more or less just for convenience for me."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
She raised her glass in cheers and then knocked back the rest of her ale.
Perception pls
20
They notice a small black owl with piercing holding a knife in its beak watching them
Maxwell stares at it, His eyes narrowing a bit
"... HooHoot"
He stands up, maybe a little two forcefully, and knocks over his bottle. thanks to the tavern's spell, it doesn't shatter, but it breaks him out of his staring contest with the owl.
The owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
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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)
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 mysterious armored figure walks into the tavern and sits on a stool near the bar. A nearly unintelligible voice echoes from within "a roasted leg of hog, please."
A mysterious armored figure walks into the tavern and sits on a stool near the bar. A nearly unintelligible voice echoes from within "a roasted leg of hog, please."
the word waffles or fire
Lol. Thatll work
Tefeerinn seems to watch them a quick moment *The food is assumed to be brought*
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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)
"Jeez, and I thought I was well-traveled. Wanna head back inside?"
"Sure thing."
She grabbed onto his arm. "Alright, do your little teleportation thing."
"Alright," he dimension doors them back to the tavern
She chuckled as they teleported. "I need to learn a teleportation spell. It'd make my life much easier sometimes."
"I might be able to teach you, maybe we can look over my notes sometime."
"Sure! But let's get your creature back from the dead first, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"I think he will," he pulls a spellbook out of his jacket and flips to the find familiar page resummoning Q'ilbrith.
He lights a small fire on the table, then drops something into the flames. They turn pure white and slowly die out. A sulfuric smell permeates the air as the tiny fire begins smoking profusely and that smoke coalesces into Q'ilbrith. He stretches a little bit before slapping Krathian with an electrically charged tentacle. "That's for chucking me into the void." he says
"Sorry," Krathian responds, "I thought it was a portal."
"...jerk."
Krathian rolls his eyes and looks back at Wolfe. "I have several other useful spells if you'd like to look into magicks other than teleportation."
"Nah, I'm not very reliant on magic much, and teleportation more or less just for convenience for me."
"Very well, dimension door it is." he flips to a page in his spellbook. "Now the basic principle is that you need to strike these frequencies on the weave through verbal intonation. I generally do it by muttering gibberish (it comes easily to me) but to you as a bard, singing would probably work best for you."
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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.
She chuckled as they teleported. "I need to learn a teleportation spell. It'd make my life much easier sometimes."
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 owl flies landing on their head, still holding the knife
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 be able to teach you, maybe we can look over my notes sometime."
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"
"Sure! But let's get your creature back from the dead first, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
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.
"Um Max, there's an owl on your head."
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"
Maxwell seems to hold very still, almost like a statue
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I know" he whispers, looking nervous
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hoot...." It sits there, unmoving
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 think he will," he pulls a spellbook out of his jacket and flips to the find familiar page resummoning Q'ilbrith.
He lights a small fire on the table, then drops something into the flames. They turn pure white and slowly die out. A sulfuric smell permeates the air as the tiny fire begins smoking profusely and that smoke coalesces into Q'ilbrith. He stretches a little bit before slapping Krathian with an electrically charged tentacle. "That's for chucking me into the void." he says
"Sorry," Krathian responds, "I thought it was a portal."
"...jerk."
Krathian rolls his eyes and looks back at Wolfe. "I have several other useful spells if you'd like to look into magicks other than teleportation."
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"
Maxwell nerves were kicking in and that wasn't good for his PTSD. he seemed to twitch a bit, to try and remove the Owl before anything...... Happened
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What's happening..."
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"
How exactly does he try to remove it?
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
Tara sees his nervousness and tries to help shoo the owl
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"
"Nah, I'm not very reliant on magic much, and teleportation more or less just for convenience for me."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Morning! I'll introduce my character in a bit*
Damien is eating breakfast
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
It hoots twice, then moves onto Tara's head
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)
*Hello!!*
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 mysterious armored figure walks into the tavern and sits on a stool near the bar. A nearly unintelligible voice echoes from within "a roasted leg of hog, please."
the word waffles or fire
Supreme Cat-lover Of The First Grade
I AM A CAT PERSON. /\_____/\
She/her pronouns please. (=^.^=)
Lol. Thatll work
Tefeerinn seems to watch them a quick moment *The food is assumed to be brought*
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)
"Very well, dimension door it is." he flips to a page in his spellbook. "Now the basic principle is that you need to strike these frequencies on the weave through verbal intonation. I generally do it by muttering gibberish (it comes easily to me) but to you as a bard, singing would probably work best for you."
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"