The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
He sets her down, quickly pulling a crystal phial from his cloak. "Drink this," he says, handing it to her.
She takes it, examining it for a moment, before drinking it. The blood begins to stain anything she sits upon.
*Potion of superior healing.*
He tries to stop the bleeding.
"I'll be fine" she said, smiling wearily. "I stole back my soul but.... angel's who do that are considered traitors to their kind.... I was made example of"
He cracks his knuckles, resting his hands on his cane as he sits. "There will be little mercy for them, should they cross me." he looks back down at her. "So you have retrieved your memories?"
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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 clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
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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 clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
He sets her down, quickly pulling a crystal phial from his cloak. "Drink this," he says, handing it to her.
She takes it, examining it for a moment, before drinking it. The blood begins to stain anything she sits upon.
*Potion of superior healing.*
He tries to stop the bleeding.
"I'll be fine" she said, smiling wearily. "I stole back my soul but.... angel's who do that are considered traitors to their kind.... I was made example of"
He cracks his knuckles, resting his hands on his cane as he sits. "There will be little mercy for them, should they cross me." he looks back down at her. "So you have retrieved your memories?"
She watches him "Revenge is a tedious thing, there is no time for that, and to your question, yes i have. Now the remembering will be the hard part" she said and held her stomach "Great.... they exploded half of my organs..."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Yuri is with Terou. They are drinking tea and snuggling.
Brand is fighting demons back into the abyss.
Penny is asleep.
Teruo is ^
Sharlene is watching over Penny.
Rancor is walking around.
Spawn is not drawing in the dirt.
Rancor stops in front of Spawn.
*Remember, this is the guy oozing hatred out like a busted pipe.*
"Good morning." Spawn grumbles, continuing to not draw in the dirt.
Rancor stares blankly at him. "You smell."
"Yep. That would be Old Spice Ocean Breeze." The drawing looks like it's...just a bunch of scribbles.
"No. Like bloody brimstone." He audibly sniffs.
"Oh. Maybe your nose isn't working." Spawn shrugs.
Rancor walks over and crouches in front of him. "It works fine. The smell is.... hunger inducing."
"I don't taste very good, but who knows...maybe your tongue is screwed up, too, Four-eyes." Spawn grumbles. The drawing looks like a whale.
He blinks slowly. "Maybe. I can always rearrange my taste buds."
*-squeal- I'M FINALLY WATCHING SPIDER MAN:NO WAY HOME!*
*It's pretty awesome!!*
Spawn shrugs and starts drawing more dirt whales.
Rancor sits down entirely and watches.
"Hm..." Spawn rubs the drawings away and starts drawing sloths instead.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Jerimiah is sitting at a table, spinning the barrel of his main revolver, & tail sprawled out underneath the table. *This guy that talks in western accent, little bit of southern thrown in.*
Rāxern is brewing up some Alchemist's Fire, the only time he seems relatively peaceful.
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
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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 clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
He sets her down, quickly pulling a crystal phial from his cloak. "Drink this," he says, handing it to her.
She takes it, examining it for a moment, before drinking it. The blood begins to stain anything she sits upon.
*Potion of superior healing.*
He tries to stop the bleeding.
"I'll be fine" she said, smiling wearily. "I stole back my soul but.... angel's who do that are considered traitors to their kind.... I was made example of"
He cracks his knuckles, resting his hands on his cane as he sits. "There will be little mercy for them, should they cross me." he looks back down at her. "So you have retrieved your memories?"
She watches him "Revenge is a tedious thing, there is no time for that, and to your question, yes i have. Now the remembering will be the hard part" she said and held her stomach "Great.... they exploded half of my organs..."
"The potion should make short work of that, for now, you need to rest."
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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 clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
"Neither. Simply a disciple of energy." The vines begin wrapping higher, trying to wrap everything up to her neck
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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 clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
He sets her down, quickly pulling a crystal phial from his cloak. "Drink this," he says, handing it to her.
She takes it, examining it for a moment, before drinking it. The blood begins to stain anything she sits upon.
*Potion of superior healing.*
He tries to stop the bleeding.
"I'll be fine" she said, smiling wearily. "I stole back my soul but.... angel's who do that are considered traitors to their kind.... I was made example of"
He cracks his knuckles, resting his hands on his cane as he sits. "There will be little mercy for them, should they cross me." he looks back down at her. "So you have retrieved your memories?"
She watches him "Revenge is a tedious thing, there is no time for that, and to your question, yes i have. Now the remembering will be the hard part" she said and held her stomach "Great.... they exploded half of my organs..."
"The potion should make short work of that, for now, you need to rest."
She smiles and begins to look drowsy. "will you still be here when i wake up?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
"Neither. Simply a disciple of energy." The vines begin wrapping higher, trying to wrap everything up to her neck
"Careful...."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The clouds part as the shape of a humanoid falls from the sky as terrifying speeds, light seems to follow their descent until the crash. They crash into the ground a few yards away from the tavern. The form stands up, groaning. They have the shape of a female with pale blue skin, white hair, elfish ears, and silver eyes. They stand about 5'7.
Krathian walks out to inspect, sees who it is, and walks back inside, grabbing a bottle of strong drink.
The woman, allison, staggers a bit. She is a bloody, bruised mess.
He walks out to help her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Are you hurt?" he asks.
She nods before staggering to her side. Red blood drips from her mouth, like saliva.
"Fragarrous" he swears, picking her up and carrying her to the tavern.
"No... don't touch me" she said, squirming weakly a bit to get free. Her shoulder blades leaked dark red blood.
Barantal looks over "Those meant to heal will. Those meant to survive shall. Those who are meant to die, all the same, will perish"
Her silver eyes narrow at them, confused by their words.
"What happened to you?"
"Angels who steal back their own soul are considered traitors...... i was made example of"
His eyes light with interest "You betrayed the heavens? The gods?"
She nods, wincing a bit, in pain when she moves.
"... Then its no will of Vir that you die. Is it alright if I attempt to help you?"
She chuckles and nods "If you can repair exploded organs that would be nice"
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
"Neither. Simply a disciple of energy." The vines begin wrapping higher, trying to wrap everything up to her neck
"Careful...."
"They will be." She begins regaining 2 HP each round, and any missing or broken body parts begin regrowing or mending
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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)
He cracks his knuckles, resting his hands on his cane as he sits. "There will be little mercy for them, should they cross me." he looks back down at her. "So you have retrieved your memories?"
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 feel, patronised."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Some vines begin sprouting out of the ground near her "Do not fear anything that will happen. You will be safe" the vines begin attempting to wrap around her
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)
She watches him "Revenge is a tedious thing, there is no time for that, and to your question, yes i have. Now the remembering will be the hard part" she said and held her stomach "Great.... they exploded half of my organs..."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hm..." Spawn rubs the drawings away and starts drawing sloths instead.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"You are not being patronized." she said "just telling you that being here is good for you, lets you know more people"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Jerimiah is sitting at a table, spinning the barrel of his main revolver, & tail sprawled out underneath the table. *This guy that talks in western accent, little bit of southern thrown in.*
Rāxern is brewing up some Alchemist's Fire, the only time he seems relatively peaceful.
Valian is talking to Yuri.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*lawrence draws cats besides them*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Using Vir to heal you. The vines will restrain you, but theyll be regenerating you as they do"
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 smiles again, "Yeah, like you!"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Are you a druid? cleric?" she asked
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"The potion should make short work of that, for now, you need to rest."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
She chuckles and conjures a basket, holding it out to them "pick as much as you like, i require no services or money in exchange"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Neither. Simply a disciple of energy." The vines begin wrapping higher, trying to wrap everything up to her neck
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)
She smiles and begins to look drowsy. "will you still be here when i wake up?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Careful...."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thank you again!" He grabs it & takes some fruit, glad he's getting a decent amount of food.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"They will be." She begins regaining 2 HP each round, and any missing or broken body parts begin regrowing or mending
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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She disappears into the woods.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]