"Not exactly any of your business, currently." The man walked forward a bit. "Come on, we're running late again, quit bothering with the street rats."
"Oh, come on, can I at least take a bite?"
"No! You know how long you take!"
"Fine, I'm coming." The woman let go of him and continued along with the man.
Zander mutters “heck of a grip” and shakes his wrist
he then notices the boy who just teleported in and walks over
[[is it safe to assume Zander noticed my oc or was it someone else- I don’t wanna jump to conclusions]]
*Yes, don’t worry about it*
[[k thx]] The boy seems to be made out of fire, he has the faint smell of sulfur around him. He also successfully put out the fire on the wood.
“I take it your not from around here”
The fire boy seems shocked that someone talked to him let alone approached him, “that is correct,” he turns to face Zander, “my name is Hades, et t- and you?” Hades has a soft voice with a slight french accent, he almost said and you in french.
“Call me Jack. Where did you come from?”
Hades was thinking or as I put it, loading, “I don’t actually know, I was lost when I got teleported here”
[[k thx]] The boy seems to be made out of fire, he has the faint smell of sulfur around him. He also successfully put out the fire on the wood.
“I take it your not from around here”
The fire boy seems shocked that someone talked to him let alone approached him, “that is correct,” he turns to face Zander, “my name is Hades, et t- and you?” Hades has a soft voice with a slight french accent, he almost said and you in french.
“Call me Jack. Where did you come from?”
Hades was thinking or as I put it, loading, “I don’t actually know, I was lost when I got teleported here”
[[k thx]] The boy seems to be made out of fire, he has the faint smell of sulfur around him. He also successfully put out the fire on the wood.
“I take it your not from around here”
The fire boy seems shocked that someone talked to him let alone approached him, “that is correct,” he turns to face Zander, “my name is Hades, et t- and you?” Hades has a soft voice with a slight french accent, he almost said and you in french.
“Call me Jack. Where did you come from?”
Hades was thinking or as I put it, loading, “I don’t actually know, I was lost when I got teleported here”
“What are you?”
“Of that I am not entirely sure myself, however I came across people whom of which called me a ‘genasi’ of sorts.” Hades flung the leather jacket he used to put out the fire around his shoulders. The white tank top hades is wearing under his jacket is thin, somewhat see through, he has a thin yet muscular build, and quite tall [[he’s 6’5”/ 195 cm]] [[he’s also wearing leather pants that show some major leg definition]]
At the door, a lunch tray slides through the slder, on it is some a ham and cheese sandwich, a couple packets of various condiments, a glass of water, and broccoli.
As ravenously hungry as he is, he eats slowly and politely.
You will be fed again in six hours. Feel free to familiarize yourself with this room. In 30 minutes, you will be allowed to exit this room and interact with other test subjects.
"Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity for 'social hour'"
There is no response. Surely enough, after thirty minutes, the door swings open.
He walks out of his room, still humming "My Favorite Things."
He steps out onto a metal catwalk, connected to other catwalks. About 100 feet below is the floor, where various figures, presumably other test subjects, wander around and interact. A few feet down the catwalk is a set of stairs that leads to the floor. The place is slightly reminiscent of a prison or psychiatric facility, but actually not depressing. The shape of the room itself seems to be like an extremely long hallway, about 500 feet wide, and the length can't be determined, as it seems to curve at each end within sight.
He walks down the ramp into the room, idly examining the state of the prisoners here, trying to ascertain what sort of tests will be performed on himself.
It's hard to gauge for most of them, and the ones who's emotions are obvious are extremely diverse, some seem happy, some seem depressed, and some just seem outright insane.
Seferis walks over to one of the more responsive looking ones and introduces himself as "Arnold Wynd," offering his hand to shake
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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.
At the door, a lunch tray slides through the slder, on it is some a ham and cheese sandwich, a couple packets of various condiments, a glass of water, and broccoli.
As ravenously hungry as he is, he eats slowly and politely.
You will be fed again in six hours. Feel free to familiarize yourself with this room. In 30 minutes, you will be allowed to exit this room and interact with other test subjects.
"Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity for 'social hour'"
There is no response. Surely enough, after thirty minutes, the door swings open.
He walks out of his room, still humming "My Favorite Things."
He steps out onto a metal catwalk, connected to other catwalks. About 100 feet below is the floor, where various figures, presumably other test subjects, wander around and interact. A few feet down the catwalk is a set of stairs that leads to the floor. The place is slightly reminiscent of a prison or psychiatric facility, but actually not depressing. The shape of the room itself seems to be like an extremely long hallway, about 500 feet wide, and the length can't be determined, as it seems to curve at each end within sight.
He walks down the ramp into the room, idly examining the state of the prisoners here, trying to ascertain what sort of tests will be performed on himself.
It's hard to gauge for most of them, and the ones who's emotions are obvious are extremely diverse, some seem happy, some seem depressed, and some just seem outright insane.
Seferis walks over to one of the more responsive looking ones and introduces himself as "Arnold Wynd," offering his hand to shake
The owlin looks at him and cocks its head to a side. "Hello, Arnold." They took his hand, shaking it.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
At the door, a lunch tray slides through the slder, on it is some a ham and cheese sandwich, a couple packets of various condiments, a glass of water, and broccoli.
As ravenously hungry as he is, he eats slowly and politely.
You will be fed again in six hours. Feel free to familiarize yourself with this room. In 30 minutes, you will be allowed to exit this room and interact with other test subjects.
"Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity for 'social hour'"
There is no response. Surely enough, after thirty minutes, the door swings open.
He walks out of his room, still humming "My Favorite Things."
He steps out onto a metal catwalk, connected to other catwalks. About 100 feet below is the floor, where various figures, presumably other test subjects, wander around and interact. A few feet down the catwalk is a set of stairs that leads to the floor. The place is slightly reminiscent of a prison or psychiatric facility, but actually not depressing. The shape of the room itself seems to be like an extremely long hallway, about 500 feet wide, and the length can't be determined, as it seems to curve at each end within sight.
He walks down the ramp into the room, idly examining the state of the prisoners here, trying to ascertain what sort of tests will be performed on himself.
It's hard to gauge for most of them, and the ones who's emotions are obvious are extremely diverse, some seem happy, some seem depressed, and some just seem outright insane.
Seferis walks over to one of the more responsive looking ones and introduces himself as "Arnold Wynd," offering his hand to shake
The owlin looks at him and cocks its head to a side. "Hello, Arnold." They took his hand, shaking it.
"How long have you been in lock-up?" he asks.
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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.
At the door, a lunch tray slides through the slder, on it is some a ham and cheese sandwich, a couple packets of various condiments, a glass of water, and broccoli.
As ravenously hungry as he is, he eats slowly and politely.
You will be fed again in six hours. Feel free to familiarize yourself with this room. In 30 minutes, you will be allowed to exit this room and interact with other test subjects.
"Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity for 'social hour'"
There is no response. Surely enough, after thirty minutes, the door swings open.
He walks out of his room, still humming "My Favorite Things."
He steps out onto a metal catwalk, connected to other catwalks. About 100 feet below is the floor, where various figures, presumably other test subjects, wander around and interact. A few feet down the catwalk is a set of stairs that leads to the floor. The place is slightly reminiscent of a prison or psychiatric facility, but actually not depressing. The shape of the room itself seems to be like an extremely long hallway, about 500 feet wide, and the length can't be determined, as it seems to curve at each end within sight.
He walks down the ramp into the room, idly examining the state of the prisoners here, trying to ascertain what sort of tests will be performed on himself.
It's hard to gauge for most of them, and the ones who's emotions are obvious are extremely diverse, some seem happy, some seem depressed, and some just seem outright insane.
Seferis walks over to one of the more responsive looking ones and introduces himself as "Arnold Wynd," offering his hand to shake
The owlin looks at him and cocks its head to a side. "Hello, Arnold." They took his hand, shaking it.
There’s a boy in a corner who’s limbs seem to be attached only by smoke. He seems polite, and not made of flesh, yet strangely human
At the door, a lunch tray slides through the slder, on it is some a ham and cheese sandwich, a couple packets of various condiments, a glass of water, and broccoli.
As ravenously hungry as he is, he eats slowly and politely.
You will be fed again in six hours. Feel free to familiarize yourself with this room. In 30 minutes, you will be allowed to exit this room and interact with other test subjects.
"Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity for 'social hour'"
There is no response. Surely enough, after thirty minutes, the door swings open.
He walks out of his room, still humming "My Favorite Things."
He steps out onto a metal catwalk, connected to other catwalks. About 100 feet below is the floor, where various figures, presumably other test subjects, wander around and interact. A few feet down the catwalk is a set of stairs that leads to the floor. The place is slightly reminiscent of a prison or psychiatric facility, but actually not depressing. The shape of the room itself seems to be like an extremely long hallway, about 500 feet wide, and the length can't be determined, as it seems to curve at each end within sight.
He walks down the ramp into the room, idly examining the state of the prisoners here, trying to ascertain what sort of tests will be performed on himself.
It's hard to gauge for most of them, and the ones who's emotions are obvious are extremely diverse, some seem happy, some seem depressed, and some just seem outright insane.
Seferis walks over to one of the more responsive looking ones and introduces himself as "Arnold Wynd," offering his hand to shake
The owlin looks at him and cocks its head to a side. "Hello, Arnold." They took his hand, shaking it.
"How long have you been in lock-up?" he asks.
"I don't know. Could be days, weeks, months, I've lost track."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
At the door, a lunch tray slides through the slder, on it is some a ham and cheese sandwich, a couple packets of various condiments, a glass of water, and broccoli.
As ravenously hungry as he is, he eats slowly and politely.
You will be fed again in six hours. Feel free to familiarize yourself with this room. In 30 minutes, you will be allowed to exit this room and interact with other test subjects.
"Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity for 'social hour'"
There is no response. Surely enough, after thirty minutes, the door swings open.
He walks out of his room, still humming "My Favorite Things."
He steps out onto a metal catwalk, connected to other catwalks. About 100 feet below is the floor, where various figures, presumably other test subjects, wander around and interact. A few feet down the catwalk is a set of stairs that leads to the floor. The place is slightly reminiscent of a prison or psychiatric facility, but actually not depressing. The shape of the room itself seems to be like an extremely long hallway, about 500 feet wide, and the length can't be determined, as it seems to curve at each end within sight.
He walks down the ramp into the room, idly examining the state of the prisoners here, trying to ascertain what sort of tests will be performed on himself.
It's hard to gauge for most of them, and the ones who's emotions are obvious are extremely diverse, some seem happy, some seem depressed, and some just seem outright insane.
Seferis walks over to one of the more responsive looking ones and introduces himself as "Arnold Wynd," offering his hand to shake
The owlin looks at him and cocks its head to a side. "Hello, Arnold." They took his hand, shaking it.
"How long have you been in lock-up?" he asks.
"I don't know. Could be days, weeks, months, I've lost track."
"I've heard they do...strange things to the patients here." he says, leaving it a bit open-ended.
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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.
At the door, a lunch tray slides through the slder, on it is some a ham and cheese sandwich, a couple packets of various condiments, a glass of water, and broccoli.
As ravenously hungry as he is, he eats slowly and politely.
You will be fed again in six hours. Feel free to familiarize yourself with this room. In 30 minutes, you will be allowed to exit this room and interact with other test subjects.
"Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity for 'social hour'"
There is no response. Surely enough, after thirty minutes, the door swings open.
He walks out of his room, still humming "My Favorite Things."
He steps out onto a metal catwalk, connected to other catwalks. About 100 feet below is the floor, where various figures, presumably other test subjects, wander around and interact. A few feet down the catwalk is a set of stairs that leads to the floor. The place is slightly reminiscent of a prison or psychiatric facility, but actually not depressing. The shape of the room itself seems to be like an extremely long hallway, about 500 feet wide, and the length can't be determined, as it seems to curve at each end within sight.
He walks down the ramp into the room, idly examining the state of the prisoners here, trying to ascertain what sort of tests will be performed on himself.
It's hard to gauge for most of them, and the ones who's emotions are obvious are extremely diverse, some seem happy, some seem depressed, and some just seem outright insane.
Seferis walks over to one of the more responsive looking ones and introduces himself as "Arnold Wynd," offering his hand to shake
The owlin looks at him and cocks its head to a side. "Hello, Arnold." They took his hand, shaking it.
"How long have you been in lock-up?" he asks.
"I don't know. Could be days, weeks, months, I've lost track."
"I've heard they do...strange things to the patients here." he says, leaving it a bit open-ended.
"Honestly, the things aren't very strange, if you're powerful, they run extreme tests, but if you aren't very powerful, you're just a test dummy for some things."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The boy of stone and smoke approaches Seferis and Arnold in a handstand- [[this one is peculiar]] he puts his feet down and introduces himself, “Hello hello, I’m Fenix, nice to meet you all, this place is extremely clean don’t you think?
At the door, a lunch tray slides through the slder, on it is some a ham and cheese sandwich, a couple packets of various condiments, a glass of water, and broccoli.
As ravenously hungry as he is, he eats slowly and politely.
You will be fed again in six hours. Feel free to familiarize yourself with this room. In 30 minutes, you will be allowed to exit this room and interact with other test subjects.
"Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity for 'social hour'"
There is no response. Surely enough, after thirty minutes, the door swings open.
He walks out of his room, still humming "My Favorite Things."
He steps out onto a metal catwalk, connected to other catwalks. About 100 feet below is the floor, where various figures, presumably other test subjects, wander around and interact. A few feet down the catwalk is a set of stairs that leads to the floor. The place is slightly reminiscent of a prison or psychiatric facility, but actually not depressing. The shape of the room itself seems to be like an extremely long hallway, about 500 feet wide, and the length can't be determined, as it seems to curve at each end within sight.
He walks down the ramp into the room, idly examining the state of the prisoners here, trying to ascertain what sort of tests will be performed on himself.
It's hard to gauge for most of them, and the ones who's emotions are obvious are extremely diverse, some seem happy, some seem depressed, and some just seem outright insane.
Seferis walks over to one of the more responsive looking ones and introduces himself as "Arnold Wynd," offering his hand to shake
The owlin looks at him and cocks its head to a side. "Hello, Arnold." They took his hand, shaking it.
"How long have you been in lock-up?" he asks.
"I don't know. Could be days, weeks, months, I've lost track."
"I've heard they do...strange things to the patients here." he says, leaving it a bit open-ended.
"Honestly, the things aren't very strange, if you're powerful, they run extreme tests, but if you aren't very powerful, you're just a test dummy for some things."
Makes mental note to hide his more powerful spells "What have they done to you?"
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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 boy of stone and smoke approaches Seferis and Arnold in a handstand- [[this one is peculiar]] he puts his feet down and introduces himself, “Hello hello, I’m Fenix, nice to meet you all, this place is extremely clean don’t you think?
*Seferis is Arnold, and they aren't above ground, they are in a secret chamber of The Underground, which Fenix couldn't possibly be in. Sorry, bud.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
At the door, a lunch tray slides through the slder, on it is some a ham and cheese sandwich, a couple packets of various condiments, a glass of water, and broccoli.
As ravenously hungry as he is, he eats slowly and politely.
You will be fed again in six hours. Feel free to familiarize yourself with this room. In 30 minutes, you will be allowed to exit this room and interact with other test subjects.
"Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity for 'social hour'"
There is no response. Surely enough, after thirty minutes, the door swings open.
He walks out of his room, still humming "My Favorite Things."
He steps out onto a metal catwalk, connected to other catwalks. About 100 feet below is the floor, where various figures, presumably other test subjects, wander around and interact. A few feet down the catwalk is a set of stairs that leads to the floor. The place is slightly reminiscent of a prison or psychiatric facility, but actually not depressing. The shape of the room itself seems to be like an extremely long hallway, about 500 feet wide, and the length can't be determined, as it seems to curve at each end within sight.
He walks down the ramp into the room, idly examining the state of the prisoners here, trying to ascertain what sort of tests will be performed on himself.
It's hard to gauge for most of them, and the ones who's emotions are obvious are extremely diverse, some seem happy, some seem depressed, and some just seem outright insane.
Seferis walks over to one of the more responsive looking ones and introduces himself as "Arnold Wynd," offering his hand to shake
The owlin looks at him and cocks its head to a side. "Hello, Arnold." They took his hand, shaking it.
"How long have you been in lock-up?" he asks.
"I don't know. Could be days, weeks, months, I've lost track."
"I've heard they do...strange things to the patients here." he says, leaving it a bit open-ended.
"Honestly, the things aren't very strange, if you're powerful, they run extreme tests, but if you aren't very powerful, you're just a test dummy for some things."
Makes mental note to hide his more powerful spells "What have they done to you?"
"Me? Just some tests with different drugs and treatments."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
[[k thx]] The boy seems to be made out of fire, he has the faint smell of sulfur around him. He also successfully put out the fire on the wood.
“I take it your not from around here”
The fire boy seems shocked that someone talked to him let alone approached him, “that is correct,” he turns to face Zander, “my name is Hades, et t- and you?” Hades has a soft voice with a slight french accent, he almost said and you in french.
“Call me Jack. Where did you come from?”
Hades was thinking or as I put it, loading, “I don’t actually know, I was lost when I got teleported here”
“What are you?”
“Of that I am not entirely sure myself, however I came across people whom of which called me a ‘genasi’ of sorts.” Hades flung the leather jacket he used to put out the fire around his shoulders. The white tank top hades is wearing under his jacket is thin, somewhat see through, he has a thin yet muscular build, and quite tall [[he’s 6’5”/ 195 cm]] [[he’s also wearing leather pants that show some major leg definition]]
“Genasi, never heard of it before. I take it you’ve never heard of the city of spires”
[[k thx]] The boy seems to be made out of fire, he has the faint smell of sulfur around him. He also successfully put out the fire on the wood.
“I take it your not from around here”
The fire boy seems shocked that someone talked to him let alone approached him, “that is correct,” he turns to face Zander, “my name is Hades, et t- and you?” Hades has a soft voice with a slight french accent, he almost said and you in french.
“Call me Jack. Where did you come from?”
Hades was thinking or as I put it, loading, “I don’t actually know, I was lost when I got teleported here”
“What are you?”
“Of that I am not entirely sure myself, however I came across people whom of which called me a ‘genasi’ of sorts.” Hades flung the leather jacket he used to put out the fire around his shoulders. The white tank top hades is wearing under his jacket is thin, somewhat see through, he has a thin yet muscular build, and quite tall [[he’s 6’5”/ 195 cm]] [[he’s also wearing leather pants that show some major leg definition]]
“Genasi, never heard of it before. I take it you’ve never heard of the city of spires”
Hades looked at Jack blankly, “the what?” He was clearly unfamiliar with this topic
“Of that I am not entirely sure myself, however I came across people whom of which called me a ‘genasi’ of sorts.” Hades flung the leather jacket he used to put out the fire around his shoulders. The white tank top hades is wearing under his jacket is thin, somewhat see through, he has a thin yet muscular build, and quite tall [[he’s 6’5”/ 195 cm]] [[he’s also wearing leather pants that show some major leg definition]]
“Genasi, never heard of it before. I take it you’ve never heard of the city of spires”
Hades looked at Jack blankly, “the what?” He was clearly unfamiliar with this topic
”Look, I’ve only gotten placed here not all that long ago. I’m pretty sure your from a different plane at least so finding a way back is going to take some time. I have a place” he winces “well a box but It’s out of the wind and We’ll probably be able to get out of here faster together”
Hades was thinking or as I put it, loading, “I don’t actually know, I was lost when I got teleported here”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
“What are you?”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
(I must go)
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
Aight cya later
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
“Of that I am not entirely sure myself, however I came across people whom of which called me a ‘genasi’ of sorts.” Hades flung the leather jacket he used to put out the fire around his shoulders. The white tank top hades is wearing under his jacket is thin, somewhat see through, he has a thin yet muscular build, and quite tall [[he’s 6’5”/ 195 cm]] [[he’s also wearing leather pants that show some major leg definition]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Seferis walks over to one of the more responsive looking ones and introduces himself as "Arnold Wynd," offering his hand to shake
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"
The owlin looks at him and cocks its head to a side. "Hello, Arnold." They took his hand, shaking 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.
"How long have you been in lock-up?" he asks.
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"
There’s a boy in a corner who’s limbs seem to be attached only by smoke. He seems polite, and not made of flesh, yet strangely human
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"I don't know. Could be days, weeks, months, I've lost track."
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've heard they do...strange things to the patients here." he says, leaving it a bit open-ended.
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"
"Honestly, the things aren't very strange, if you're powerful, they run extreme tests, but if you aren't very powerful, you're just a test dummy for some things."
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.
The boy of stone and smoke approaches Seferis and Arnold in a handstand- [[this one is peculiar]] he puts his feet down and introduces himself, “Hello hello, I’m Fenix, nice to meet you all, this place is extremely clean don’t you think?
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Makes mental note to hide his more powerful spells "What have they done to you?"
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"
Fenix goes back to his corner, ignored again.
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Seferis is Arnold, and they aren't above ground, they are in a secret chamber of The Underground, which Fenix couldn't possibly be in. Sorry, 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.
"Me? Just some tests with different drugs and treatments."
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.
“Genasi, never heard of it before. I take it you’ve never heard of the city of spires”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
Hades looked at Jack blankly, “the what?” He was clearly unfamiliar with this topic
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
”Look, I’ve only gotten placed here not all that long ago. I’m pretty sure your from a different plane at least so finding a way back is going to take some time. I have a place” he winces “well a box but It’s out of the wind and We’ll probably be able to get out of here faster together”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here