11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Kometh walks over and introduces himself. "Forgive my manners, I don't believe we've meet. I'm Kometh the new barkeep."
"ASSISTANT barkeep." Earl calls out from the other room.
Kometh winces. "Sorry Earl! By the way, how did a fire elemental end up in the abyss? And a permanent one at that."
"Well, that's a story far too long to tell ya today." Earl sets down a glass and fills it with brandy. "As for the permanence...." Earl pours the brandy on his head, and his fire glows a bit brighter. "....Alchohol is very flammable."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Kometh walks over and introduces himself. "Forgive my manners, I don't believe we've meet. I'm Kometh the new barkeep."
"ASSISTANT barkeep." Earl calls out from the other room.
Kometh winces. "Sorry Earl! By the way, how did a fire elemental end up in the abyss? And a permanent one at that."
"Well, that's a story far too long to tell ya today." Earl sets down a glass and fills it with brandy. "As for the permanence...." Earl pours the brandy on his head, and his fire glows a bit brighter. "....Alchohol is very flammable."
"Fair point. Though maybe a different day, I'll tell you my story and you'll tell me yours." He leans on the bar and grins. "Where does all this food and alcohol come from anyway? All the ingredients for the food Theren makes is always here, and we always have customer's preferred drinks on hand. We even have blood wine, which is a extremely expensive delicacy where I come from."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Kometh walks over and introduces himself. "Forgive my manners, I don't believe we've meet. I'm Kometh the new barkeep."
"ASSISTANT barkeep." Earl calls out from the other room.
Kometh winces. "Sorry Earl! By the way, how did a fire elemental end up in the abyss? And a permanent one at that."
"Well, that's a story far too long to tell ya today." Earl sets down a glass and fills it with brandy. "As for the permanence...." Earl pours the brandy on his head, and his fire glows a bit brighter. "....Alchohol is very flammable."
"Fair point. Though maybe a different day, I'll tell you my story and you'll tell me yours." He leans on the bar and grins. "Where does all this food and alcohol come from anyway? All the ingredients for the food Theren makes is always here, and we always have customer's preferred drinks on hand. We even have blood wine, which is a extremely expensive delicacy where I come from."
"You DO realize we work for a goddess, right? All the food and drink is here 'cause Calamitas made some deals with a few other gods. All the shipments magically arrive in the kitchen each night."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Thirteen stands up from his chair, his leg fully healed. "Well, I'll see you all later. I have to go bludgeon some undead in the reproductive area. See you all!" He vanishes.
Kometh winces. "Sorry Earl! By the way, how did a fire elemental end up in the abyss? And a permanent one at that."
"Well, that's a story far too long to tell ya today." Earl sets down a glass and fills it with brandy. "As for the permanence...." Earl pours the brandy on his head, and his fire glows a bit brighter. "....Alchohol is very flammable."
"Fair point. Though maybe a different day, I'll tell you my story and you'll tell me yours." He leans on the bar and grins. "Where does all this food and alcohol come from anyway? All the ingredients for the food Theren makes is always here, and we always have customer's preferred drinks on hand. We even have blood wine, which is a extremely expensive delicacy where I come from."
"You DO realize we work for a goddess, right? All the food and drink is here 'cause Calamitas made some deals with a few other gods. All the shipments magically arrive in the kitchen each night."
"Of course I do. Changing the topic, I was thinking of making a more comprehensive menu for the customers now that I know we have near-unlimited food.."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Kometh winces. "Sorry Earl! By the way, how did a fire elemental end up in the abyss? And a permanent one at that."
"Well, that's a story far too long to tell ya today." Earl sets down a glass and fills it with brandy. "As for the permanence...." Earl pours the brandy on his head, and his fire glows a bit brighter. "....Alchohol is very flammable."
"Fair point. Though maybe a different day, I'll tell you my story and you'll tell me yours." He leans on the bar and grins. "Where does all this food and alcohol come from anyway? All the ingredients for the food Theren makes is always here, and we always have customer's preferred drinks on hand. We even have blood wine, which is a extremely expensive delicacy where I come from."
"You DO realize we work for a goddess, right? All the food and drink is here 'cause Calamitas made some deals with a few other gods. All the shipments magically arrive in the kitchen each night."
"Of course I do. Changing the topic, I was thinking of making a more comprehensive menu for the customers now that I know we have near-unlimited food.."
*I can do this on a google doc.*
"Sounds like a good idea." Earl washes off the brandy glass, and sets it on the counter. *let's brainstorm some ideas for the menu on some other thread!*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Kometh winces. "Sorry Earl! By the way, how did a fire elemental end up in the abyss? And a permanent one at that."
"Well, that's a story far too long to tell ya today." Earl sets down a glass and fills it with brandy. "As for the permanence...." Earl pours the brandy on his head, and his fire glows a bit brighter. "....Alchohol is very flammable."
"Fair point. Though maybe a different day, I'll tell you my story and you'll tell me yours." He leans on the bar and grins. "Where does all this food and alcohol come from anyway? All the ingredients for the food Theren makes is always here, and we always have customer's preferred drinks on hand. We even have blood wine, which is a extremely expensive delicacy where I come from."
"You DO realize we work for a goddess, right? All the food and drink is here 'cause Calamitas made some deals with a few other gods. All the shipments magically arrive in the kitchen each night."
"Of course I do. Changing the topic, I was thinking of making a more comprehensive menu for the customers now that I know we have near-unlimited food.."
*I can do this on a google doc.*
"Sounds like a good idea." Earl washes off the brandy glass, and sets it on the counter. *let's brainstorm some ideas for the menu on some other thread!*
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Kometh walks outside and looks at Calamitas. He is wearing, surprisingly, a waiter's uniform. "Morning boss! Should I...uh...do anything with the guys inside? They seem kinda lonely."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A child with bluish hair and scarf, wearing a brown overcoat and a brown hat that seems to conceal cat ears. On their back is a large burnt-out lightbulb. They go to the bar and order pancakes quietly.
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A child with bluish hair and scarf, wearing a brown overcoat and a brown hat that seems to conceal cat ears. On their back is a large burnt-out lightbulb. They go to the bar and order pancakes quietly.
*-big gasp-*
*N I C O*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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Kometh winces. "Sorry Earl! By the way, how did a fire elemental end up in the abyss? And a permanent one at that."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Well, that's a story far too long to tell ya today." Earl sets down a glass and fills it with brandy. "As for the permanence...." Earl pours the brandy on his head, and his fire glows a bit brighter. "....Alchohol is very flammable."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Fair point. Though maybe a different day, I'll tell you my story and you'll tell me yours." He leans on the bar and grins. "Where does all this food and alcohol come from anyway? All the ingredients for the food Theren makes is always here, and we always have customer's preferred drinks on hand. We even have blood wine, which is a extremely expensive delicacy where I come from."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"You DO realize we work for a goddess, right? All the food and drink is here 'cause Calamitas made some deals with a few other gods. All the shipments magically arrive in the kitchen each night."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Thirteen stands up from his chair, his leg fully healed. "Well, I'll see you all later. I have to go bludgeon some undead in the reproductive area. See you all!" He vanishes.
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.
"Of course I do. Changing the topic, I was thinking of making a more comprehensive menu for the customers now that I know we have near-unlimited food.."
*I can do this on a google doc.*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Sounds like a good idea." Earl washes off the brandy glass, and sets it on the counter. *let's brainstorm some ideas for the menu on some other thread!*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I won't be on tomorrow, so maybe monday.*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The silverer is staring silently and intently at a wall for no apparent reason
This is ItsNotAChest’s alternate, so no some random psychopath hasn’t stolen their storylines/posts. Or maybe I did. Who knows…
I am what happens when you write character concepts on a spice high
#ForeverAlone
#ForeverDM
Roman is drinking.
Stroth is hunting for phosphorus mushrooms.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Calamitas is chilling on the roof.
Cataclysm is reading in the back.
Catastrophe is playing chess with himself.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Kometh walks outside and looks at Calamitas. He is wearing, surprisingly, a waiter's uniform. "Morning boss! Should I...uh...do anything with the guys inside? They seem kinda lonely."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Zylna, of course, follows.
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.
Zylna is following Stroth.
The twins sit at the bar and discuss about what to get for breakfast, for once, in common.
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.
A child with bluish hair and scarf, wearing a brown overcoat and a brown hat that seems to conceal cat ears. On their back is a large burnt-out lightbulb. They go to the bar and order pancakes quietly.
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.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*-big gasp-*
*N I C O*
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. What are you fetching today?"
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.
"moss!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]