Svarn is busy looking for someone to help him with an arc he wants to do, but then again, he'd just be glad to exist with people
Raven is at the nearest lake, casting Shape Water to make it look like a replica of SIk
*Both Fin and Krathian are open if you want to do an arc.*
*aight, send them my way as I try to make something interesting happen*
Fin deftly flips down from the rafters and decides to take a stroll. He heard that there was a forge somewhere around here and decided he might as well do something useful while he was exercising.
Svarn totally didn't forget the Smithy at all, and had reopened it in time for an angry mob of people with dull farm tools to barge on in. he looks shocked, scared even, as he looks around for some help
Without a word, Fin starts turning the crank on the grindstone.
It slowly gets to full spin, as Svarn secretly looks relieved, and gets to work sorting everyone out, putting a smile on as he takes the various daggers, scythe blades, and other, various edged gear a simple commoner would have with them. he hands Fin the blades, and once sharp, he polishes them off and hands them back for the sum of money they were owed. after the mob dissapates, he tallies up the cash and gives a small wage to the Halfling
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Svarn is busy looking for someone to help him with an arc he wants to do, but then again, he'd just be glad to exist with people
Raven is at the nearest lake, casting Shape Water to make it look like a replica of SIk
*Both Fin and Krathian are open if you want to do an arc.*
*aight, send them my way as I try to make something interesting happen*
Fin deftly flips down from the rafters and decides to take a stroll. He heard that there was a forge somewhere around here and decided he might as well do something useful while he was exercising.
Svarn totally didn't forget the Smithy at all, and had reopened it in time for an angry mob of people with dull farm tools to barge on in. he looks shocked, scared even, as he looks around for some help
Without a word, Fin starts turning the crank on the grindstone.
It slowly gets to full spin, as Svarn secretly looks relieved, and gets to work sorting everyone out, putting a smile on as he takes the various daggers, scythe blades, and other, various edged gear a simple commoner would have with them. he hands Fin the blades, and once sharp, he polishes them off and hands them back for the sum of money they were owed. after the mob dissapates, he tallies up the cash and gives a small wage to the Halfling
He hands it back to Svarn, "Keep it mate, I don't need it."
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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.
Svarn is busy looking for someone to help him with an arc he wants to do, but then again, he'd just be glad to exist with people
Raven is at the nearest lake, casting Shape Water to make it look like a replica of SIk
*Both Fin and Krathian are open if you want to do an arc.*
*aight, send them my way as I try to make something interesting happen*
Fin deftly flips down from the rafters and decides to take a stroll. He heard that there was a forge somewhere around here and decided he might as well do something useful while he was exercising.
Svarn totally didn't forget the Smithy at all, and had reopened it in time for an angry mob of people with dull farm tools to barge on in. he looks shocked, scared even, as he looks around for some help
Without a word, Fin starts turning the crank on the grindstone.
It slowly gets to full spin, as Svarn secretly looks relieved, and gets to work sorting everyone out, putting a smile on as he takes the various daggers, scythe blades, and other, various edged gear a simple commoner would have with them. he hands Fin the blades, and once sharp, he polishes them off and hands them back for the sum of money they were owed. after the mob dissapates, he tallies up the cash and gives a small wage to the Halfling
He hands it back to Svarn, "Keep it mate, I don't need it."
"I insist, short one. You did me a favor, and if ye didn't, i may have had to use my breath weapon just to calm them down, and i doubt anyone would have wanted that"
he smiles lightly, setting it on their head as he whispers to them in a non-Common language they would share, if any
"and if you ever need work, i doubt ill be out of a job soon for ya"
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
It's a thick padding for the chain mail, "Hey out of there little one, you'll hurt yourself." She grabs the ferret, a good grip but still gentle.
The ferret frowns, but gets out none the less
"Its okay little one," She takes off one of her gauntlets (that would be heavy for the ferret is it has the strength of a normal one) & puts it down to scratch the ferret's chin with her claw, *it's really just an equivalent of a finger nail.*
The ferret makes ferret noises. They look greedily at the gauntlet
She giggles a little, "You are adorable."
They squeak the ferret equalivent of 'yes, yes I am'
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Svarn is busy looking for someone to help him with an arc he wants to do, but then again, he'd just be glad to exist with people
Raven is at the nearest lake, casting Shape Water to make it look like a replica of SIk
*Both Fin and Krathian are open if you want to do an arc.*
*aight, send them my way as I try to make something interesting happen*
Fin deftly flips down from the rafters and decides to take a stroll. He heard that there was a forge somewhere around here and decided he might as well do something useful while he was exercising.
Svarn totally didn't forget the Smithy at all, and had reopened it in time for an angry mob of people with dull farm tools to barge on in. he looks shocked, scared even, as he looks around for some help
Without a word, Fin starts turning the crank on the grindstone.
It slowly gets to full spin, as Svarn secretly looks relieved, and gets to work sorting everyone out, putting a smile on as he takes the various daggers, scythe blades, and other, various edged gear a simple commoner would have with them. he hands Fin the blades, and once sharp, he polishes them off and hands them back for the sum of money they were owed. after the mob dissapates, he tallies up the cash and gives a small wage to the Halfling
He hands it back to Svarn, "Keep it mate, I don't need it."
"I insist, short one. You did me a favor, and if ye didn't, i may have had to use my breath weapon just to calm them down, and i doubt anyone would have wanted that"
he smiles lightly, setting it on their head as he whispers to them in a non-Common language they would share, if any
"and if you ever need work, i doubt ill be out of a job soon for ya"
He grins, "Thanks, and don't call me small one, Spikey. The name's Fin."
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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.
Svarn is busy looking for someone to help him with an arc he wants to do, but then again, he'd just be glad to exist with people
Raven is at the nearest lake, casting Shape Water to make it look like a replica of SIk
*Both Fin and Krathian are open if you want to do an arc.*
*aight, send them my way as I try to make something interesting happen*
Fin deftly flips down from the rafters and decides to take a stroll. He heard that there was a forge somewhere around here and decided he might as well do something useful while he was exercising.
Svarn totally didn't forget the Smithy at all, and had reopened it in time for an angry mob of people with dull farm tools to barge on in. he looks shocked, scared even, as he looks around for some help
Without a word, Fin starts turning the crank on the grindstone.
It slowly gets to full spin, as Svarn secretly looks relieved, and gets to work sorting everyone out, putting a smile on as he takes the various daggers, scythe blades, and other, various edged gear a simple commoner would have with them. he hands Fin the blades, and once sharp, he polishes them off and hands them back for the sum of money they were owed. after the mob dissapates, he tallies up the cash and gives a small wage to the Halfling
He hands it back to Svarn, "Keep it mate, I don't need it."
"I insist, short one. You did me a favor, and if ye didn't, i may have had to use my breath weapon just to calm them down, and i doubt anyone would have wanted that"
he smiles lightly, setting it on their head as he whispers to them in a non-Common language they would share, if any
"and if you ever need work, i doubt ill be out of a job soon for ya"
He grins, "Thanks, and don't call me small one, Spikey. The name's Fin."
"Svarn. i doubt im even-"
he feels some of the gem spots across his chin, and the back of his neck. yeah, he was due for a cut for sure.
"Say Fin. you have any other skills than just grinding metal on the stone? i suppose I do need to cut some of these gemspots"
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Svarn is busy looking for someone to help him with an arc he wants to do, but then again, he'd just be glad to exist with people
Raven is at the nearest lake, casting Shape Water to make it look like a replica of SIk
*Both Fin and Krathian are open if you want to do an arc.*
*aight, send them my way as I try to make something interesting happen*
Fin deftly flips down from the rafters and decides to take a stroll. He heard that there was a forge somewhere around here and decided he might as well do something useful while he was exercising.
Svarn totally didn't forget the Smithy at all, and had reopened it in time for an angry mob of people with dull farm tools to barge on in. he looks shocked, scared even, as he looks around for some help
Without a word, Fin starts turning the crank on the grindstone.
It slowly gets to full spin, as Svarn secretly looks relieved, and gets to work sorting everyone out, putting a smile on as he takes the various daggers, scythe blades, and other, various edged gear a simple commoner would have with them. he hands Fin the blades, and once sharp, he polishes them off and hands them back for the sum of money they were owed. after the mob dissapates, he tallies up the cash and gives a small wage to the Halfling
He hands it back to Svarn, "Keep it mate, I don't need it."
"I insist, short one. You did me a favor, and if ye didn't, i may have had to use my breath weapon just to calm them down, and i doubt anyone would have wanted that"
he smiles lightly, setting it on their head as he whispers to them in a non-Common language they would share, if any
"and if you ever need work, i doubt ill be out of a job soon for ya"
He grins, "Thanks, and don't call me small one, Spikey. The name's Fin."
"Svarn. i doubt im even-"
he feels some of the gem spots across his chin, and the back of his neck. yeah, he was due for a cut for sure.
"Say Fin. you have any other skills than just grinding metal on the stone? i suppose I do need to cut some of these gemspots"
Unless one can hit them off with bare flesh, no probably not. I'm not much of a barber.
*Rushes to make barber character.*
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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.
Svarn is busy looking for someone to help him with an arc he wants to do, but then again, he'd just be glad to exist with people
Raven is at the nearest lake, casting Shape Water to make it look like a replica of SIk
*Both Fin and Krathian are open if you want to do an arc.*
*aight, send them my way as I try to make something interesting happen*
Fin deftly flips down from the rafters and decides to take a stroll. He heard that there was a forge somewhere around here and decided he might as well do something useful while he was exercising.
Svarn totally didn't forget the Smithy at all, and had reopened it in time for an angry mob of people with dull farm tools to barge on in. he looks shocked, scared even, as he looks around for some help
Without a word, Fin starts turning the crank on the grindstone.
It slowly gets to full spin, as Svarn secretly looks relieved, and gets to work sorting everyone out, putting a smile on as he takes the various daggers, scythe blades, and other, various edged gear a simple commoner would have with them. he hands Fin the blades, and once sharp, he polishes them off and hands them back for the sum of money they were owed. after the mob dissapates, he tallies up the cash and gives a small wage to the Halfling
He hands it back to Svarn, "Keep it mate, I don't need it."
"I insist, short one. You did me a favor, and if ye didn't, i may have had to use my breath weapon just to calm them down, and i doubt anyone would have wanted that"
he smiles lightly, setting it on their head as he whispers to them in a non-Common language they would share, if any
"and if you ever need work, i doubt ill be out of a job soon for ya"
He grins, "Thanks, and don't call me small one, Spikey. The name's Fin."
"Svarn. i doubt im even-"
he feels some of the gem spots across his chin, and the back of his neck. yeah, he was due for a cut for sure.
"Say Fin. you have any other skills than just grinding metal on the stone? i suppose I do need to cut some of these gemspots"
Unless one can hit them off with bare flesh, no probably not. I'm not much of a barber.
*Rushes to make barber character.*
Svarn, of course, pulls out a green dagger as he sits down, using his talon to scratch along where to cut at. after a certain point, he yelled out in Infernal as he accidentally got between his scales
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Svarn is busy looking for someone to help him with an arc he wants to do, but then again, he'd just be glad to exist with people
Raven is at the nearest lake, casting Shape Water to make it look like a replica of SIk
*Both Fin and Krathian are open if you want to do an arc.*
*aight, send them my way as I try to make something interesting happen*
Fin deftly flips down from the rafters and decides to take a stroll. He heard that there was a forge somewhere around here and decided he might as well do something useful while he was exercising.
Svarn totally didn't forget the Smithy at all, and had reopened it in time for an angry mob of people with dull farm tools to barge on in. he looks shocked, scared even, as he looks around for some help
Without a word, Fin starts turning the crank on the grindstone.
It slowly gets to full spin, as Svarn secretly looks relieved, and gets to work sorting everyone out, putting a smile on as he takes the various daggers, scythe blades, and other, various edged gear a simple commoner would have with them. he hands Fin the blades, and once sharp, he polishes them off and hands them back for the sum of money they were owed. after the mob dissapates, he tallies up the cash and gives a small wage to the Halfling
He hands it back to Svarn, "Keep it mate, I don't need it."
"I insist, short one. You did me a favor, and if ye didn't, i may have had to use my breath weapon just to calm them down, and i doubt anyone would have wanted that"
he smiles lightly, setting it on their head as he whispers to them in a non-Common language they would share, if any
"and if you ever need work, i doubt ill be out of a job soon for ya"
He grins, "Thanks, and don't call me small one, Spikey. The name's Fin."
"Svarn. i doubt im even-"
he feels some of the gem spots across his chin, and the back of his neck. yeah, he was due for a cut for sure.
"Say Fin. you have any other skills than just grinding metal on the stone? i suppose I do need to cut some of these gemspots"
Unless one can hit them off with bare flesh, no probably not. I'm not much of a barber.
*Rushes to make barber character.*
Svarn, of course, pulls out a green dagger as he sits down, using his talon to scratch along where to cut at. after a certain point, he yelled out in Infernal as he accidentally got between his scales
Fin jumps at the loud swearing. "Okay, maybe it is better if I help with that."
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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.
*Hello!! Could you repost the thing from last night?*
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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)
The raven remains on her head, hopping a little bit everyonce in a while
"Are you... On me for a reason?"
It makes a small chirping noise
"Hm... I should make an animal communication elixir... But I have no clue what materials would be used in that... If you... Understand me, can you nod?"
The bird hops onto her shoulder so it can be seen and nods
"Ok, then... Do you know how to write? Or could you spell things out if I put letters out for you?"
It nods at the second
She begins arranging letter out on a paper "Could you spell out why you decided to perch on me, if there was any specific reason?"
The raven hops onto the paper, spelling out 'watcher'
The raven remains on her head, hopping a little bit everyonce in a while
"Are you... On me for a reason?"
It makes a small chirping noise
"Hm... I should make an animal communication elixir... But I have no clue what materials would be used in that... If you... Understand me, can you nod?"
The bird hops onto her shoulder so it can be seen and nods
"Ok, then... Do you know how to write? Or could you spell things out if I put letters out for you?"
It nods at the second
She begins arranging letter out on a paper "Could you spell out why you decided to perch on me, if there was any specific reason?"
The raven hops onto the paper, spelling out 'watcher'
*Dunno if chris headed off for now, sooooo*
"Watcher? Could you try to explain what that means?"
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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)
Svarn is busy looking for someone to help him with an arc he wants to do, but then again, he'd just be glad to exist with people
Raven is at the nearest lake, casting Shape Water to make it look like a replica of SIk
*Both Fin and Krathian are open if you want to do an arc.*
*aight, send them my way as I try to make something interesting happen*
Fin deftly flips down from the rafters and decides to take a stroll. He heard that there was a forge somewhere around here and decided he might as well do something useful while he was exercising.
Svarn totally didn't forget the Smithy at all, and had reopened it in time for an angry mob of people with dull farm tools to barge on in. he looks shocked, scared even, as he looks around for some help
Without a word, Fin starts turning the crank on the grindstone.
It slowly gets to full spin, as Svarn secretly looks relieved, and gets to work sorting everyone out, putting a smile on as he takes the various daggers, scythe blades, and other, various edged gear a simple commoner would have with them. he hands Fin the blades, and once sharp, he polishes them off and hands them back for the sum of money they were owed. after the mob dissapates, he tallies up the cash and gives a small wage to the Halfling
He hands it back to Svarn, "Keep it mate, I don't need it."
"I insist, short one. You did me a favor, and if ye didn't, i may have had to use my breath weapon just to calm them down, and i doubt anyone would have wanted that"
he smiles lightly, setting it on their head as he whispers to them in a non-Common language they would share, if any
"and if you ever need work, i doubt ill be out of a job soon for ya"
He grins, "Thanks, and don't call me small one, Spikey. The name's Fin."
"Svarn. i doubt im even-"
he feels some of the gem spots across his chin, and the back of his neck. yeah, he was due for a cut for sure.
"Say Fin. you have any other skills than just grinding metal on the stone? i suppose I do need to cut some of these gemspots"
Unless one can hit them off with bare flesh, no probably not. I'm not much of a barber.
*Rushes to make barber character.*
Svarn, of course, pulls out a green dagger as he sits down, using his talon to scratch along where to cut at. after a certain point, he yelled out in Infernal as he accidentally got between his scales
Fin jumps at the loud swearing. "Okay, maybe it is better if I help with that."
he winces as Some green blood seeps out onto his scales, a weird Yip escaping him as he uses some Ki healing to patch it up
"Sorry about that, I guess it's best if I did wait. if you could, use the dagger to cut where I marked with my claw, please."
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Svarn is busy looking for someone to help him with an arc he wants to do, but then again, he'd just be glad to exist with people
Raven is at the nearest lake, casting Shape Water to make it look like a replica of SIk
*Both Fin and Krathian are open if you want to do an arc.*
*aight, send them my way as I try to make something interesting happen*
Fin deftly flips down from the rafters and decides to take a stroll. He heard that there was a forge somewhere around here and decided he might as well do something useful while he was exercising.
Svarn totally didn't forget the Smithy at all, and had reopened it in time for an angry mob of people with dull farm tools to barge on in. he looks shocked, scared even, as he looks around for some help
Without a word, Fin starts turning the crank on the grindstone.
It slowly gets to full spin, as Svarn secretly looks relieved, and gets to work sorting everyone out, putting a smile on as he takes the various daggers, scythe blades, and other, various edged gear a simple commoner would have with them. he hands Fin the blades, and once sharp, he polishes them off and hands them back for the sum of money they were owed. after the mob dissapates, he tallies up the cash and gives a small wage to the Halfling
He hands it back to Svarn, "Keep it mate, I don't need it."
"I insist, short one. You did me a favor, and if ye didn't, i may have had to use my breath weapon just to calm them down, and i doubt anyone would have wanted that"
he smiles lightly, setting it on their head as he whispers to them in a non-Common language they would share, if any
"and if you ever need work, i doubt ill be out of a job soon for ya"
He grins, "Thanks, and don't call me small one, Spikey. The name's Fin."
"Svarn. i doubt im even-"
he feels some of the gem spots across his chin, and the back of his neck. yeah, he was due for a cut for sure.
"Say Fin. you have any other skills than just grinding metal on the stone? i suppose I do need to cut some of these gemspots"
Unless one can hit them off with bare flesh, no probably not. I'm not much of a barber.
*Rushes to make barber character.*
Svarn, of course, pulls out a green dagger as he sits down, using his talon to scratch along where to cut at. after a certain point, he yelled out in Infernal as he accidentally got between his scales
Fin jumps at the loud swearing. "Okay, maybe it is better if I help with that."
he winces as Some green blood seeps out onto his scales, a weird Yip escaping him as he uses some Ki healing to patch it up
"Sorry about that, I guess it's best if I did wait. if you could, use the dagger to cut where I marked with my claw, please."
He does so, initiating the obligatory awkward silence between barber and client.
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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.
The raven remains on her head, hopping a little bit everyonce in a while
"Are you... On me for a reason?"
It makes a small chirping noise
"Hm... I should make an animal communication elixir... But I have no clue what materials would be used in that... If you... Understand me, can you nod?"
The bird hops onto her shoulder so it can be seen and nods
"Ok, then... Do you know how to write? Or could you spell things out if I put letters out for you?"
It nods at the second
She begins arranging letter out on a paper "Could you spell out why you decided to perch on me, if there was any specific reason?"
The raven hops onto the paper, spelling out 'watcher'
*Dunno if chris headed off for now, sooooo*
"Watcher? Could you try to explain what that means?"
It slowly gets to full spin, as Svarn secretly looks relieved, and gets to work sorting everyone out, putting a smile on as he takes the various daggers, scythe blades, and other, various edged gear a simple commoner would have with them. he hands Fin the blades, and once sharp, he polishes them off and hands them back for the sum of money they were owed. after the mob dissapates, he tallies up the cash and gives a small wage to the Halfling
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
He hands it back to Svarn, "Keep it mate, I don't need it."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"I insist, short one. You did me a favor, and if ye didn't, i may have had to use my breath weapon just to calm them down, and i doubt anyone would have wanted that"
he smiles lightly, setting it on their head as he whispers to them in a non-Common language they would share, if any
"and if you ever need work, i doubt ill be out of a job soon for ya"
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
They squeak the ferret equalivent of 'yes, yes I am'
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He grins, "Thanks, and don't call me small one, Spikey. The name's Fin."
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"
"Svarn. i doubt im even-"
he feels some of the gem spots across his chin, and the back of his neck. yeah, he was due for a cut for sure.
"Say Fin. you have any other skills than just grinding metal on the stone? i suppose I do need to cut some of these gemspots"
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Unless one can hit them off with bare flesh, no probably not. I'm not much of a barber.
*Rushes to make barber character.*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*I'm off, cya!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Svarn, of course, pulls out a green dagger as he sits down, using his talon to scratch along where to cut at. after a certain point, he yelled out in Infernal as he accidentally got between his scales
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
*Morning/noon, hows it going.*
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
*Hey Al! it seems like Svarn's getting his gemspots cut today*
*also Raven's making a water double of Sik to cuddle*
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Fin jumps at the loud swearing. "Okay, maybe it is better if I help with that."
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"
*Hello!! Could you repost the thing from last night?*
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)
*Gemspots?*
*Aww, thats cute*
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
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
*Afternoon Alaric!*
Soldaer is in PM with Nia.
Elendon is outside.
[Open Slot]
"Watcher? Could you try to explain what that means?"
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 winces as Some green blood seeps out onto his scales, a weird Yip escaping him as he uses some Ki healing to patch it up
"Sorry about that, I guess it's best if I did wait. if you could, use the dagger to cut where I marked with my claw, please."
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
He does so, initiating the obligatory awkward silence between barber and client.
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"
It pokes her hand, spelling out 'you'
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