A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
An Alaric trys to grab one of the jars sneakily
*Sleight of hand I’d say*
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He manages to steal it, in which the man opens his eyes, which are pure red and stares at him. “hummmmm…Go ahead, take something out of it.”
He shrugs and opens the jar, "What is it?"
He realized that it is a jar of holding, but when peered into it’s pitch black and he can’t tell what’s in it. “hummm…you could say it’s my collection, go on, take something out.”
They reach into it and just pulls something random out
He pulls out a handful of things, An eyeball, a finger, and several teeth, none look human but they all look humanoid. He holds out his hand and gestures to hand it over.
"You collect body parts, neat." It says handing over the jar and parts
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
"Oooo, necromancers are fun. I made one once for the tavern, and it was pretty dope."
"The first pne was small, but very organised. The second was large, but not very organised at all."
“Mmm… maybe in the new church, it could be better organized, and what not. Stop that sort of thing from happening.”
"A new church? Hm... maybe."
“If you make me a solar, I can have warlocks and set one up.”
"Raphael, its a bit hard for me to promote someone. I'd need to A. touch your soul to rearrange some things, which is dangerous, and B. Expend a lot of energy. It could seriously hurt you if something goes wrong, are you sure you want me to?"
“We could try that later then. I never knew making solars was such trouble.”
"It depends on the god. I'm not as addept at making angels as others."
“Oh… um… I could try and look for a way to help you.”
"No need. It's alright raphael," He smiles
“Oh… um… got it. I just don’t want to cause you undue hardship.”
Helios shakes his head, patting raphael on the head, "You can't do that. I've had to deal with much worse than an angel that just wants to help."
Raphael tenses up as usual. “Got it… if worse comes to worse, I can make on as a planetar, although it would be a bit harder.”
Helios nods, "I'll do what i can,"
“Thanks… I really shouldn’t be asking for anything.”
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
“Oh… what led you to live such a life?”
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
"Oooo, necromancers are fun. I made one once for the tavern, and it was pretty dope."
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
"Oooo, necromancers are fun. I made one once for the tavern, and it was pretty dope."
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
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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.
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
Throden-Ihtros waves to them. "Who might you be?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
Throden-Ihtros waves to them. "Who might you be?"
"General Zhent Mackerill, or at least I was at one time. Now I'm a sodden old ram lookin' fer his next drink. How 'bout yerself, stranger?"
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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.
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
Throden-Ihtros waves to them. "Who might you be?"
"General Zhent Mackerill, or at least I was at one time. Now I'm a sodden old ram lookin' fer his next drink. How 'bout yerself, stranger?"
"Throden-Ihtros. What would you like to drink?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
Throden-Ihtros waves to them. "Who might you be?"
"General Zhent Mackerill, or at least I was at one time. Now I'm a sodden old ram lookin' fer his next drink. How 'bout yerself, stranger?"
"Throden-Ihtros. What would you like to drink?"
"Pleased to meet ye Ihtros," he takes a look at the menu, "I think I'll try the mead, does it come in pints?"
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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.
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
Throden-Ihtros waves to them. "Who might you be?"
"General Zhent Mackerill, or at least I was at one time. Now I'm a sodden old ram lookin' fer his next drink. How 'bout yerself, stranger?"
"Throden-Ihtros. What would you like to drink?"
"Pleased to meet ye Ihtros," he takes a look at the menu, "I think I'll try the mead, does it come in pints?"
They nod, serving some. "Which military do you command for?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A man sits in the corner, dressed in a black face mask that conceals all it his eyes and blond hair and a business vest. He sits, massaging his forehead and closing his eyes. His hands are tightly gloved and a small jar hangs by his belt. A glass of water sits untouched beside him.
Raphael waves to them. “Who are you?”
The man freezes and turn his head. “humm…just a man with a headache…”
Want me to try to heal it?
“huhhhhmm…you could try, it won’t work.”
Okay,
they gently touch him, and he regains 30 hit points and is freed from any curse, disease, poison, blindness, or deafness.
“hummmm, that’s a little better. I guess I should ask who you are”
“Raphael. Um… who are you?”
“hmmm…Zak…The Soulless. You don’t have to call me that.”
“What is the cause of that nickname?”
“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
“So… if you didn’t have headaches, you wouldn’t practice necromancy?”
“Not necessarily, I’d still have boredom. And necromancy is fun, at least, more fun than doing nothing.”
“If I got rid of your headaches and the boredom, then?”
“Why do you want to rid me of my necromancy? I’ll stab you.”
“I see it abhorrent.”
“Okay, so now is when I stab you.” He pulls out a black blade that twists into a spiral around halfway down, it looks like a screw with a sword welded to the end.
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Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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“Well, I collect body parts form my fallen foes” he shakes his jar. “And I like killing people. I’m also a necromancer.”
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"Oooo, necromancers are fun. I made one once for the tavern, and it was pretty dope."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
“Thanks… I really shouldn’t be asking for anything.”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Oh… what led you to live such a life?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“What tavern? How did you make a necromancer?”
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“Boredom, headaches, extreme boredom, EXTREME HEADACHES”
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“So… if you didn’t have headaches, you wouldn’t practice necromancy?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Not necessarily, I’d still have boredom. And necromancy is fun, at least, more fun than doing nothing.”
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“If I got rid of your headaches and the boredom, then?”
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"Eh, sixth dimension stuff."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
“Why do you want to rid me of my necromancy? I’ll stab you.”
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“I see it abhorrent.”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
An imposing, muscular man walks into the tavern. He wears a black, tattered trench coat that hangs open, revealing his bare chest. A pair of baggy breeches are tied to a close high on his waist by a bright orange cummerbund, into which is stuck a rather unnecessary volume of firepower. A wide-brim hat ornamented with a bright red feather shadows his scruffy face, out of which explodes long brown-blonde hair and a thick beard. Their right eye is hidden behind a black patch with ornate golden filigree. The sleeves of the coat are rolled up to his elbows, revealing heavily their heavily scarred triceps and hands. A half-crazed grin lights up their tangerine eyes and reveals the glint of several golden molars. "Finally! Another one of these!" they say as they open the door harshly, flinging their arms wide in celebration.
*HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES ANOTHER TAVERN.*
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"
Throden-Ihtros waves to them. "Who might you be?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"General Zhent Mackerill, or at least I was at one time. Now I'm a sodden old ram lookin' fer his next drink. How 'bout yerself, stranger?"
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"
"Throden-Ihtros. What would you like to drink?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Pleased to meet ye Ihtros," he takes a look at the menu, "I think I'll try the mead, does it come in pints?"
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"
They nod, serving some. "Which military do you command for?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Okay, so now is when I stab you.” He pulls out a black blade that twists into a spiral around halfway down, it looks like a screw with a sword welded to the end.
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