Seferis walks the streets, considering trying to find a way back to Kyphr. He kicks a can down the street, looking for all the world like a bum after his three days spent sleeping in an alley. He's getting desperate.
A hiring sign quite literally smacks him in the face.
He takes a look at it
*Sorry, I've been multitasking.*
*same*
OPEN POSITION!
ACTOR REQUIRED FOR COMMERCIAL!
FREE PIZZA!
GOOD PAY!
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Seferis walks the streets, considering trying to find a way back to Kyphr. He kicks a can down the street, looking for all the world like a bum after his three days spent sleeping in an alley. He's getting desperate.
A hiring sign quite literally smacks him in the face.
He takes a look at it
*Sorry, I've been multitasking.*
*same*
OPEN POSITION!
ACTOR REQUIRED FOR COMMERCIAL!
FREE PIZZA!
GOOD PAY!
Hmm, "I suppose this is an acceptable opportunity. Pay sounds good, though I've never been much of a thespian." he looks for a number or address he can go to
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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.
Seferis walks the streets, considering trying to find a way back to Kyphr. He kicks a can down the street, looking for all the world like a bum after his three days spent sleeping in an alley. He's getting desperate.
A hiring sign quite literally smacks him in the face.
He takes a look at it
*Sorry, I've been multitasking.*
*same*
OPEN POSITION!
ACTOR REQUIRED FOR COMMERCIAL!
FREE PIZZA!
GOOD PAY!
Hmm, "I suppose this is an acceptable opportunity. Pay sounds good, though I've never been much of a thespian." he looks for a number or address he can go to
A big giant arrow on the sign points into the building with the words. HERE!
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Seferis walks the streets, considering trying to find a way back to Kyphr. He kicks a can down the street, looking for all the world like a bum after his three days spent sleeping in an alley. He's getting desperate.
A hiring sign quite literally smacks him in the face.
He takes a look at it
*Sorry, I've been multitasking.*
*same*
OPEN POSITION!
ACTOR REQUIRED FOR COMMERCIAL!
FREE PIZZA!
GOOD PAY!
Hmm, "I suppose this is an acceptable opportunity. Pay sounds good, though I've never been much of a thespian." he looks for a number or address he can go to
A big giant arrow on the sign points into the building with the words. HERE!
He rolls his shoulder and walks in. "That's oddly...convenient" he's wary
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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.
Seferis walks the streets, considering trying to find a way back to Kyphr. He kicks a can down the street, looking for all the world like a bum after his three days spent sleeping in an alley. He's getting desperate.
A hiring sign quite literally smacks him in the face.
He takes a look at it
*Sorry, I've been multitasking.*
*same*
OPEN POSITION!
ACTOR REQUIRED FOR COMMERCIAL!
FREE PIZZA!
GOOD PAY!
Hmm, "I suppose this is an acceptable opportunity. Pay sounds good, though I've never been much of a thespian." he looks for a number or address he can go to
A big giant arrow on the sign points into the building with the words. HERE!
He rolls his shoulder and walks in. "That's oddly...convenient" he's wary
A bag is thrown over his head as he walks in and he is injected with something that instantly knocks him out.
*-evil laughter-*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Seferis walks the streets, considering trying to find a way back to Kyphr. He kicks a can down the street, looking for all the world like a bum after his three days spent sleeping in an alley. He's getting desperate.
A hiring sign quite literally smacks him in the face.
He takes a look at it
*Sorry, I've been multitasking.*
*same*
OPEN POSITION!
ACTOR REQUIRED FOR COMMERCIAL!
FREE PIZZA!
GOOD PAY!
Hmm, "I suppose this is an acceptable opportunity. Pay sounds good, though I've never been much of a thespian." he looks for a number or address he can go to
A big giant arrow on the sign points into the building with the words. HERE!
He rolls his shoulder and walks in. "That's oddly...convenient" he's wary
A bag is thrown over his head as he walks in and he is injected with something that instantly knocks him out.
*-evil laughter-*
*frick*
He falls unconscious
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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.
Seferis walks the streets, considering trying to find a way back to Kyphr. He kicks a can down the street, looking for all the world like a bum after his three days spent sleeping in an alley. He's getting desperate.
A hiring sign quite literally smacks him in the face.
He takes a look at it
*Sorry, I've been multitasking.*
*same*
OPEN POSITION!
ACTOR REQUIRED FOR COMMERCIAL!
FREE PIZZA!
GOOD PAY!
Hmm, "I suppose this is an acceptable opportunity. Pay sounds good, though I've never been much of a thespian." he looks for a number or address he can go to
A big giant arrow on the sign points into the building with the words. HERE!
He rolls his shoulder and walks in. "That's oddly...convenient" he's wary
A bag is thrown over his head as he walks in and he is injected with something that instantly knocks him out.
*-evil laughter-*
*frick*
He falls unconscious
When he wakes up, it seems he in some sort of interrogation room with blinding white walls, and upon further awakening, he is strapped to a chair with leather belts. In front of him was a one-way mirror with a speaker above it.
Want to play a game?
Welcome.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Seferis walks the streets, considering trying to find a way back to Kyphr. He kicks a can down the street, looking for all the world like a bum after his three days spent sleeping in an alley. He's getting desperate.
A hiring sign quite literally smacks him in the face.
He takes a look at it
*Sorry, I've been multitasking.*
*same*
OPEN POSITION!
ACTOR REQUIRED FOR COMMERCIAL!
FREE PIZZA!
GOOD PAY!
Hmm, "I suppose this is an acceptable opportunity. Pay sounds good, though I've never been much of a thespian." he looks for a number or address he can go to
A big giant arrow on the sign points into the building with the words. HERE!
He rolls his shoulder and walks in. "That's oddly...convenient" he's wary
A bag is thrown over his head as he walks in and he is injected with something that instantly knocks him out.
*-evil laughter-*
*frick*
He falls unconscious
When he wakes up, it seems he in some sort of interrogation room with blinding white walls, and upon further awakening, he is strapped to a chair with leather belts. In front of him was a one-way mirror with a speaker above it.
Want to play a game?
Welcome.
"Funny, I don't feel welcome."
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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.
In a flash of light, a person appears in the road. A lavender tiefling, about 5'10", looks around, unsure of where she is. She wears a long coat with a buttoned-up shirt and jeans, and two gazelle-like horns poke through holes in her blue top hat, upon the brim of which a set of artificer's goggles sit. Various tools can be seen within the coat's many pockets.
Seeing a car coming towards them, Herrah runs out of the street. She looks around, confused. "Where the bloody hell am I?"
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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)
Seferis walks the streets, considering trying to find a way back to Kyphr. He kicks a can down the street, looking for all the world like a bum after his three days spent sleeping in an alley. He's getting desperate.
A hiring sign quite literally smacks him in the face.
He takes a look at it
*Sorry, I've been multitasking.*
*same*
OPEN POSITION!
ACTOR REQUIRED FOR COMMERCIAL!
FREE PIZZA!
GOOD PAY!
Hmm, "I suppose this is an acceptable opportunity. Pay sounds good, though I've never been much of a thespian." he looks for a number or address he can go to
A big giant arrow on the sign points into the building with the words. HERE!
He rolls his shoulder and walks in. "That's oddly...convenient" he's wary
A bag is thrown over his head as he walks in and he is injected with something that instantly knocks him out.
*-evil laughter-*
*frick*
He falls unconscious
When he wakes up, it seems he in some sort of interrogation room with blinding white walls, and upon further awakening, he is strapped to a chair with leather belts. In front of him was a one-way mirror with a speaker above it.
Want to play a game?
Welcome.
"Funny, I don't feel welcome."
Disregarded. Welcome to The Underground.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
In a flash of light, a person appears in the road. A lavender tiefling, about 5'10", looks around, unsure of where she is. She wears a long coat with a buttoned-up shirt and jeans, and two gazelle-like horns poke through holes in her blue top hat, upon the brim of which a set of artificer's goggles sit. Various tools can be seen within the coat's many pockets.
Seeing a car coming towards them, Herrah runs out of the street. She looks around, confused. "Where the bloody hell am I?"
-city noises-
*Look, I'm drawing a blank right now, so forgive me.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
In a flash of light, a person appears in the road. A lavender tiefling, about 5'10", looks around, unsure of where she is. She wears a long coat with a buttoned-up shirt and jeans, and two gazelle-like horns poke through holes in her blue top hat, upon the brim of which a set of artificer's goggles sit. Various tools can be seen within the coat's many pockets.
Seeing a car coming towards them, Herrah runs out of the street. She looks around, confused. "Where the bloody hell am I?"
-city noises-
*Look, I'm drawing a blank right now, so forgive me.*
*Ok*
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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)
In a flash of light, a person appears in the road. A lavender tiefling, about 5'10", looks around, unsure of where she is. She wears a long coat with a buttoned-up shirt and jeans, and two gazelle-like horns poke through holes in her blue top hat, upon the brim of which a set of artificer's goggles sit. Various tools can be seen within the coat's many pockets.
Seeing a car coming towards them, Herrah runs out of the street. She looks around, confused. "Where the bloody hell am I?"
-city noises-
*Look, I'm drawing a blank right now, so forgive me.*
*Ok*
*okay, I think I have something.*
The sounds of scuffling comes from a nearby alleyway.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Herrah, hammer in hand, slowly walks into the alley to investigate.
"WHERE IS THE MONEY, ****-HOLE?" A lizardman was kicking at something behind a dumpster.
"That ain't any way to treat someone, now." Herrah holds her hammer up, and green flames (thaumaturgy) billow from it. "If I were you, I'd step away right about now."
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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)
Herrah, hammer in hand, slowly walks into the alley to investigate.
"WHERE IS THE MONEY, ****-HOLE?" A lizardman was kicking at something behind a dumpster.
"That ain't any way to treat someone, now." Herrah holds her hammer up, and green flames (thaumaturgy) billow from it. "If I were you, I'd step away right about now."
The lizardman straightens up and and turns to face her, pulling out a switchblade. "Whaddya want? I ain't in a good mood. Better scamper away before you look like swiss cheese." He kicked his boot on the dumpster, flicking some excess blood on it and the ground.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Herrah, hammer in hand, slowly walks into the alley to investigate.
"WHERE IS THE MONEY, ****-HOLE?" A lizardman was kicking at something behind a dumpster.
"That ain't any way to treat someone, now." Herrah holds her hammer up, and green flames (thaumaturgy) billow from it. "If I were you, I'd step away right about now."
The lizardman straightens up and and turns to face her, pulling out a switchblade. "Whaddya want? I ain't in a good mood. Better scamper away before you look like swiss cheese." He kicked his boot on the dumpster, flicking some excess blood on it and the ground.
"I want you to leave them alone." Herrah then casts Command "Go on, run." (DC 15)
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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)
Herrah, hammer in hand, slowly walks into the alley to investigate.
"WHERE IS THE MONEY, ****-HOLE?" A lizardman was kicking at something behind a dumpster.
"That ain't any way to treat someone, now." Herrah holds her hammer up, and green flames (thaumaturgy) billow from it. "If I were you, I'd step away right about now."
The lizardman straightens up and and turns to face her, pulling out a switchblade. "Whaddya want? I ain't in a good mood. Better scamper away before you look like swiss cheese." He kicked his boot on the dumpster, flicking some excess blood on it and the ground.
"I want you to leave them alone." Herrah then casts Command "Go on, run." (DC 15)
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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*same*
OPEN POSITION!
ACTOR REQUIRED FOR COMMERCIAL!
FREE PIZZA!
GOOD PAY!
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.
Hmm, "I suppose this is an acceptable opportunity. Pay sounds good, though I've never been much of a thespian." he looks for a number or address he can go to
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"
A big giant arrow on the sign points into the building with the words. HERE!
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.
He rolls his shoulder and walks in. "That's oddly...convenient" he's wary
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"
A bag is thrown over his head as he walks in and he is injected with something that instantly knocks him out.
*-evil laughter-*
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.
*frick*
He falls unconscious
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"
When he wakes up, it seems he in some sort of interrogation room with blinding white walls, and upon further awakening, he is strapped to a chair with leather belts. In front of him was a one-way mirror with a speaker above it.
Want to play a game?Welcome.
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.
"Funny, I don't feel welcome."
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"
*Gtg for now, we'll continue this tomorrow.*
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"
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)
Disregarded. Welcome to The Underground.
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.
-city noises-
*Look, I'm drawing a blank right now, so forgive me.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Ok*
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)
*okay, I think I have something.*
The sounds of scuffling comes from a nearby alleyway.
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.
Herrah, hammer in hand, slowly walks into the alley to investigate.
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)
"WHERE IS THE MONEY, ****-HOLE?" A lizardman was kicking at something behind a dumpster.
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.
"That ain't any way to treat someone, now." Herrah holds her hammer up, and green flames (thaumaturgy) billow from it. "If I were you, I'd step away right about now."
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)
The lizardman straightens up and and turns to face her, pulling out a switchblade. "Whaddya want? I ain't in a good mood. Better scamper away before you look like swiss cheese." He kicked his boot on the dumpster, flicking some excess blood on it and the ground.
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.
"I want you to leave them alone." Herrah then casts Command "Go on, run." (DC 15)
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)
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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.