Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Allison watches this, stifling a laugh
*Hi Lawrence, love the pfp.*
Krathian glares at Q'ilbrith, very irked.
In response, Q'ilbrith spouts a squirt of his drink into Krathian's eye.
*Thank you, its the intruder from Mandela catalog. *
Allison was trying so hard not to die of laughing now
Krathian yelps in pain and starts clawing at his eyes, "[1GP] it Q'ilbrith!" he sneezes and the resulting magical surge sends Q'ilbrith flying across the tavern.
He lands, tentacles first, on the wall next to Allison, before flop/scooting calmly down. "How was that?"
"a little confusing but very funny to watch" she said and walked over to Krathian, giving him a kiss on the forehead
He wipes the rest of the alcohol out of his eyes which, though are in unspeakable pain, are now cleaner than they have ever been. "Ugh, thanks Allison."
"How do the studies fare?" she asked, sitting down across from him
Wolfe gives Allison a small wave.
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Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
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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.
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Allison watches this, stifling a laugh
*Hi Lawrence, love the pfp.*
Krathian glares at Q'ilbrith, very irked.
In response, Q'ilbrith spouts a squirt of his drink into Krathian's eye.
*Thank you, its the intruder from Mandela catalog. *
Allison was trying so hard not to die of laughing now
Krathian yelps in pain and starts clawing at his eyes, "[1GP] it Q'ilbrith!" he sneezes and the resulting magical surge sends Q'ilbrith flying across the tavern.
He lands, tentacles first, on the wall next to Allison, before flop/scooting calmly down. "How was that?"
"a little confusing but very funny to watch" she said and walked over to Krathian, giving him a kiss on the forehead
He wipes the rest of the alcohol out of his eyes which, though are in unspeakable pain, are now cleaner than they have ever been. "Ugh, thanks Allison."
"How do the studies fare?" she asked, sitting down across from him
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
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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.
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
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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.
Krathian is sipping scotch and staring at a wisp of the mist, that's contained in a vial before him on the table, while Q'ilbrith holds a scotch as well and has taken to sipping at the exact same time Krathian does in order to annoy him.
Atta-Dappa is looking around for the recently dead or dying.
The band is playing "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant," Beren is singing.
Wolfe walks over to Krathian. "How's the mist thing going?"
"Not well. It's getting thicker," he gestures to the vial, where the mist is, well, thicker.
Wolfe takes a seat, ordering a drink for herself. "Any progress on figuring out where it came from?"
"As far as I can guess, the elemental plane of air. However there's something ... abberant about it. My best theory is that a portal to the far realm opened near several aboleths or other powerfully intelligent beings, the portal warped the surrounding elemental air magicks into this mist, which then consumed these powerfully intelligent. It has been slowly gaining sentience ever since."
"Dang, what are you going to do with it?" Her eyes lit up for a second. "Hey, have you tried throwing it into the void wall?"
His eyes light up, "That just might work, I mean, of course we'd have to do it a little at a time but... it just might."
Wolfe smiled. "Look at me, helping dispose of a weird aberrant mist!"
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Nah, I'm not the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do it.
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Wolfe gives Allison a small wave.
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.
*me and overkill sporting Mandela catalog pfp's: B] *
*ok people, me has to go, ill most likely be on later because of D&D tonight*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Don't forget to brush your teeth before crossing the street, Azazel.*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
He smirks, "Not yet, you haven't, we still have to test it." He stands up, magically summoning his cane and hat to his hands, "Come on," he says, pulling the hat over his head, "Time to try this,"
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"
*See ya tomorrow, bud!*
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.
Allison nods her head and gives a warm smile
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She stands up, clearly excited, and gets ready to follow.
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.
*See you Lawrence*
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"
"What's in that vial?" Televin asks Krathian, paying for her sandwich.
*What race is Krathian, octopus man?*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*is this the person that got scared by Norixus?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
He lightly tosses the vial to himself before heading out the door to the firmament.
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"
*Yes.*
Wolfe follows like a, well, wolf.
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.
"Something very dangerous and ... irritating. Q'ilbrith can give your more details if you like, I must go for now."
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"
*No he's a half-elf with a familiar that looks like an octopus.*
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"
Televin eats her sandwich, content with the world.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
a shadow falls over terlyn
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
When they reach the firmament, Krathian takes a moment to ready himself, before holding up the vial and turning towards Wolfe, "Would you like to do the honors?"
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 the one that slaved away to figure it out." She waved him off to do 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.