*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*Hi chest!*
*Hi yourself, how goes it Dragon?*
*Pretty good, aside from me being a socially awkward failure*
*Eh don’t worry about it mate* (insert Cheshire Cat grin) *We’re all socially awkward failures here. Seriously though, did something happen or just general bad feeling?*
*I lost the majority of my friends in about a day due to an argument, I'm fine though*
*You need hugs*
*-huuuuugs-*
*Double on the hugs*
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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
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*Hi chest!*
*Hi yourself, how goes it Dragon?*
*Pretty good, aside from me being a socially awkward failure*
*Eh don’t worry about it mate* (insert Cheshire Cat grin) *We’re all socially awkward failures here. Seriously though, did something happen or just general bad feeling?*
*I lost the majority of my friends in about a day due to an argument, I'm fine though*
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*Hi chest!*
*Hi yourself, how goes it Dragon?*
*Pretty good, aside from me being a socially awkward failure*
*Eh don’t worry about it mate* (insert Cheshire Cat grin) *We’re all socially awkward failures here. Seriously though, did something happen or just general bad feeling?*
*I lost the majority of my friends in about a day due to an argument, I'm fine though*
*You need hugs*
*-huuuuugs-*
*🤗 🫂*
*You want funny pictures of cats in hats? or rats carrying things to big for them?*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*Hi chest!*
*Hi yourself, how goes it Dragon?*
*Pretty good, aside from me being a socially awkward failure*
*Eh don’t worry about it mate* (insert Cheshire Cat grin) *We’re all socially awkward failures here. Seriously though, did something happen or just general bad feeling?*
*I lost the majority of my friends in about a day due to an argument, I'm fine though*
*You need hugs*
*-huuuuugs-*
*🤗 🫂*
*You want funny pictures of cats in hats? or rats carrying things to big for them?*
*I'm good, it's been a while since it happened, but i still miss them*
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
*Really? Who do you think?* *Also, Scottish general? This man gets more interesting by the minute*
”Help yourself privileges, eh?” The man calls out, as he walks up to the bar. “I’m liking this place more by the minute.”
"Aye" he says and uncorks it, pouring himself a glass. He smiles "Care for one?"
*This is Thatcher Gale. Owner of the Gale Alliance, a secret organization that kills off planar evils.* *aaaaand is this Krathian??*
“Indeed, it’s been quite a ride to get here.”
*Dang, that sounds really cool actually. And no, close but no cigar.*
He nods and pours his a glass and hands it over "My name is Thatcher. Do i get to hear your's?"
“Hmmm” he says, taking a sip and gently tilting the glass in a circle, considering it. “Dao, he says, Severyn Dao.”
*He’s another member of the cult of Orvar.* *And yeah mate, you should be proud.*
*XD*
"well then, Pleasure to meet you" He says, his Scottish accent thick in his words. He tilts back his drink, wasting no time on drinking it down.
“Likewise.” He takes another sip “Pardon me if this is too forward, friend, but you seem stressed. What troubles you?”
"Stressed?" he said and then his actions dawn on him slowly "ah.. I drink often and some might say to much... If i am stressed, its because of the amount of cases i have right now." he said and chuckled a bit.
“Cases, hm? Am I to assume I find myself in the presence of an investigator?”
".... You could say something like that" he said
“How exciting! Is that why you’re here? Pursuing some criminal across the planes?” He blinks twice in rapid succession, for a second it seems like his pupils change shape… but it could just as easily have been Thatcher’s imagination.
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, his own eyes change from smoky grey to emerald green. "I'm sorry to say that information pertaining to what i am doing via criminal cases is confidential."
Severyn chuckles, “Aaahhhh I see. Always the veils of secrecy.” He finishes his glass, beginning to set out shots, punctuating each of the following words with the impact of a glass on the counter “Layer. After layer. After layer. Of secrecy.” He pours the liquor and picks up a shot. “It can break a man, no? You must have an incredible fortitude of mind.” He raises the glass. “Here’s to hidden truths.” And he downs it
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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
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*Hi chest!*
*Hi yourself, how goes it Dragon?*
*Pretty good, aside from me being a socially awkward failure*
*Eh don’t worry about it mate* (insert Cheshire Cat grin) *We’re all socially awkward failures here. Seriously though, did something happen or just general bad feeling?*
*I lost the majority of my friends in about a day due to an argument, I'm fine though*
*You need hugs*
*-huuuuugs-*
*🤗 🫂*
*You want funny pictures of cats in hats? or rats carrying things to big for them?*
*I'm good, it's been a while since it happened, but i still miss them*
*-Hugs again-*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
*Really? Who do you think?* *Also, Scottish general? This man gets more interesting by the minute*
”Help yourself privileges, eh?” The man calls out, as he walks up to the bar. “I’m liking this place more by the minute.”
"Aye" he says and uncorks it, pouring himself a glass. He smiles "Care for one?"
*This is Thatcher Gale. Owner of the Gale Alliance, a secret organization that kills off planar evils.* *aaaaand is this Krathian??*
“Indeed, it’s been quite a ride to get here.”
*Dang, that sounds really cool actually. And no, close but no cigar.*
He nods and pours his a glass and hands it over "My name is Thatcher. Do i get to hear your's?"
“Hmmm” he says, taking a sip and gently tilting the glass in a circle, considering it. “Dao, he says, Severyn Dao.”
*He’s another member of the cult of Orvar.* *And yeah mate, you should be proud.*
*XD*
"well then, Pleasure to meet you" He says, his Scottish accent thick in his words. He tilts back his drink, wasting no time on drinking it down.
“Likewise.” He takes another sip “Pardon me if this is too forward, friend, but you seem stressed. What troubles you?”
"Stressed?" he said and then his actions dawn on him slowly "ah.. I drink often and some might say to much... If i am stressed, its because of the amount of cases i have right now." he said and chuckled a bit.
“Cases, hm? Am I to assume I find myself in the presence of an investigator?”
".... You could say something like that" he said
“How exciting! Is that why you’re here? Pursuing some criminal across the planes?” He blinks twice in rapid succession, for a second it seems like his pupils change shape… but it could just as easily have been Thatcher’s imagination.
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, his own eyes change from smoky grey to emerald green. "I'm sorry to say that information pertaining to what i am doing via criminal cases is confidential."
Severyn chuckles, “Aaahhhh I see. Always the veils of secrecy.” He finishes his glass, beginning to set out shots, punctuating each of the following words with the impact of a glass on the counter “Layer. After layer. After layer. Of secrecy.” He pours the liquor and picks up a shot. “It can break a man, no? You must have an incredible fortitude of mind.” He raises the glass. “Here’s to hidden truths.” And he downs it
the corner of Thatcher's mouth raises a bit in a small smile "It sounds like your speaking from experience.. What god do you serve, i can smell it on you. The scent of a god.... not an evil one but something is amiss in your smell..."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Also howdy Draken, I don’t think I’ve seen you on here before.*
Yeah I joined a couple days ago. I play a vampire barbarian who has a disease, a mute Tiefling Druid/bard, and a werewolf cleric who used to date a kobold.
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
*Really? Who do you think?* *Also, Scottish general? This man gets more interesting by the minute*
”Help yourself privileges, eh?” The man calls out, as he walks up to the bar. “I’m liking this place more by the minute.”
"Aye" he says and uncorks it, pouring himself a glass. He smiles "Care for one?"
*This is Thatcher Gale. Owner of the Gale Alliance, a secret organization that kills off planar evils.* *aaaaand is this Krathian??*
“Indeed, it’s been quite a ride to get here.”
*Dang, that sounds really cool actually. And no, close but no cigar.*
He nods and pours his a glass and hands it over "My name is Thatcher. Do i get to hear your's?"
“Hmmm” he says, taking a sip and gently tilting the glass in a circle, considering it. “Dao, he says, Severyn Dao.”
*He’s another member of the cult of Orvar.* *And yeah mate, you should be proud.*
*XD*
"well then, Pleasure to meet you" He says, his Scottish accent thick in his words. He tilts back his drink, wasting no time on drinking it down.
“Likewise.” He takes another sip “Pardon me if this is too forward, friend, but you seem stressed. What troubles you?”
"Stressed?" he said and then his actions dawn on him slowly "ah.. I drink often and some might say to much... If i am stressed, its because of the amount of cases i have right now." he said and chuckled a bit.
“Cases, hm? Am I to assume I find myself in the presence of an investigator?”
".... You could say something like that" he said
“How exciting! Is that why you’re here? Pursuing some criminal across the planes?” He blinks twice in rapid succession, for a second it seems like his pupils change shape… but it could just as easily have been Thatcher’s imagination.
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, his own eyes change from smoky grey to emerald green. "I'm sorry to say that information pertaining to what i am doing via criminal cases is confidential."
Severyn chuckles, “Aaahhhh I see. Always the veils of secrecy.” He finishes his glass, beginning to set out shots, punctuating each of the following words with the impact of a glass on the counter “Layer. After layer. After layer. Of secrecy.” He pours the liquor and picks up a shot. “It can break a man, no? You must have an incredible fortitude of mind.” He raises the glass. “Here’s to hidden truths.” And he downs it
the corner of Thatcher's mouth raises a bit in a small smile "It sounds like your speaking from experience.. What god do you serve, i can smell it on you. The scent of a god.... not an evil one but something is amiss in your smell..."
“A god? Heh, it’s been a while since he’s been called that. But yes, I do serve a god. Like you, however, I am sworn to secrecy. You said you could… smell it on me? Are you a Paladin as well?”
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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
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
*Really? Who do you think?* *Also, Scottish general? This man gets more interesting by the minute*
”Help yourself privileges, eh?” The man calls out, as he walks up to the bar. “I’m liking this place more by the minute.”
"Aye" he says and uncorks it, pouring himself a glass. He smiles "Care for one?"
*This is Thatcher Gale. Owner of the Gale Alliance, a secret organization that kills off planar evils.* *aaaaand is this Krathian??*
“Indeed, it’s been quite a ride to get here.”
*Dang, that sounds really cool actually. And no, close but no cigar.*
He nods and pours his a glass and hands it over "My name is Thatcher. Do i get to hear your's?"
“Hmmm” he says, taking a sip and gently tilting the glass in a circle, considering it. “Dao, he says, Severyn Dao.”
*He’s another member of the cult of Orvar.* *And yeah mate, you should be proud.*
*XD*
"well then, Pleasure to meet you" He says, his Scottish accent thick in his words. He tilts back his drink, wasting no time on drinking it down.
“Likewise.” He takes another sip “Pardon me if this is too forward, friend, but you seem stressed. What troubles you?”
"Stressed?" he said and then his actions dawn on him slowly "ah.. I drink often and some might say to much... If i am stressed, its because of the amount of cases i have right now." he said and chuckled a bit.
“Cases, hm? Am I to assume I find myself in the presence of an investigator?”
".... You could say something like that" he said
“How exciting! Is that why you’re here? Pursuing some criminal across the planes?” He blinks twice in rapid succession, for a second it seems like his pupils change shape… but it could just as easily have been Thatcher’s imagination.
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, his own eyes change from smoky grey to emerald green. "I'm sorry to say that information pertaining to what i am doing via criminal cases is confidential."
Severyn chuckles, “Aaahhhh I see. Always the veils of secrecy.” He finishes his glass, beginning to set out shots, punctuating each of the following words with the impact of a glass on the counter “Layer. After layer. After layer. Of secrecy.” He pours the liquor and picks up a shot. “It can break a man, no? You must have an incredible fortitude of mind.” He raises the glass. “Here’s to hidden truths.” And he downs it
the corner of Thatcher's mouth raises a bit in a small smile "It sounds like your speaking from experience.. What god do you serve, i can smell it on you. The scent of a god.... not an evil one but something is amiss in your smell..."
“A god? Heh, it’s been a while since he’s been called that. But yes, I do serve a god. Like you, however, I am sworn to secrecy. You said you could… smell it on me? Are you a Paladin as well?”
"I was." he said and grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey and checked the label before drinking it back "I. was."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
*Really? Who do you think?* *Also, Scottish general? This man gets more interesting by the minute*
”Help yourself privileges, eh?” The man calls out, as he walks up to the bar. “I’m liking this place more by the minute.”
"Aye" he says and uncorks it, pouring himself a glass. He smiles "Care for one?"
*This is Thatcher Gale. Owner of the Gale Alliance, a secret organization that kills off planar evils.* *aaaaand is this Krathian??*
“Indeed, it’s been quite a ride to get here.”
*Dang, that sounds really cool actually. And no, close but no cigar.*
He nods and pours his a glass and hands it over "My name is Thatcher. Do i get to hear your's?"
“Hmmm” he says, taking a sip and gently tilting the glass in a circle, considering it. “Dao, he says, Severyn Dao.”
*He’s another member of the cult of Orvar.* *And yeah mate, you should be proud.*
*XD*
"well then, Pleasure to meet you" He says, his Scottish accent thick in his words. He tilts back his drink, wasting no time on drinking it down.
“Likewise.” He takes another sip “Pardon me if this is too forward, friend, but you seem stressed. What troubles you?”
"Stressed?" he said and then his actions dawn on him slowly "ah.. I drink often and some might say to much... If i am stressed, its because of the amount of cases i have right now." he said and chuckled a bit.
“Cases, hm? Am I to assume I find myself in the presence of an investigator?”
".... You could say something like that" he said
“How exciting! Is that why you’re here? Pursuing some criminal across the planes?” He blinks twice in rapid succession, for a second it seems like his pupils change shape… but it could just as easily have been Thatcher’s imagination.
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, his own eyes change from smoky grey to emerald green. "I'm sorry to say that information pertaining to what i am doing via criminal cases is confidential."
Severyn chuckles, “Aaahhhh I see. Always the veils of secrecy.” He finishes his glass, beginning to set out shots, punctuating each of the following words with the impact of a glass on the counter “Layer. After layer. After layer. Of secrecy.” He pours the liquor and picks up a shot. “It can break a man, no? You must have an incredible fortitude of mind.” He raises the glass. “Here’s to hidden truths.” And he downs it
the corner of Thatcher's mouth raises a bit in a small smile "It sounds like your speaking from experience.. What god do you serve, i can smell it on you. The scent of a god.... not an evil one but something is amiss in your smell..."
“A god? Heh, it’s been a while since he’s been called that. But yes, I do serve a god. Like you, however, I am sworn to secrecy. You said you could… smell it on me? Are you a Paladin as well?”
"I was." he said and grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey and checked the label before drinking it back "I. was."
“Hmm. I see” He looks down into his next shot. “There are always times in the service of duty that we are called to do things contrary to our sensibilities of right and wrong.”
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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
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*Hi chest!*
*Hi yourself, how goes it Dragon?*
*Pretty good, aside from me being a socially awkward failure*
*Eh don’t worry about it mate* (insert Cheshire Cat grin) *We’re all socially awkward failures here. Seriously though, did something happen or just general bad feeling?*
*I lost the majority of my friends in about a day due to an argument, I'm fine though*
*You need hugs*
*-huuuuugs-*
*🤗 🫂*
*You want funny pictures of cats in hats? or rats carrying things to big for them?*
*I'm good, it's been a while since it happened, but i still miss them*
*Also howdy Draken, I don’t think I’ve seen you on here before.*
Yeah I joined a couple days ago. I play a vampire barbarian who has a disease, a mute Tiefling Druid/bard, and a werewolf cleric who used to date a kobold.
*Nice mix *
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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
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
*Really? Who do you think?* *Also, Scottish general? This man gets more interesting by the minute*
”Help yourself privileges, eh?” The man calls out, as he walks up to the bar. “I’m liking this place more by the minute.”
"Aye" he says and uncorks it, pouring himself a glass. He smiles "Care for one?"
*This is Thatcher Gale. Owner of the Gale Alliance, a secret organization that kills off planar evils.* *aaaaand is this Krathian??*
“Indeed, it’s been quite a ride to get here.”
*Dang, that sounds really cool actually. And no, close but no cigar.*
He nods and pours his a glass and hands it over "My name is Thatcher. Do i get to hear your's?"
“Hmmm” he says, taking a sip and gently tilting the glass in a circle, considering it. “Dao, he says, Severyn Dao.”
*He’s another member of the cult of Orvar.* *And yeah mate, you should be proud.*
*XD*
"well then, Pleasure to meet you" He says, his Scottish accent thick in his words. He tilts back his drink, wasting no time on drinking it down.
“Likewise.” He takes another sip “Pardon me if this is too forward, friend, but you seem stressed. What troubles you?”
"Stressed?" he said and then his actions dawn on him slowly "ah.. I drink often and some might say to much... If i am stressed, its because of the amount of cases i have right now." he said and chuckled a bit.
“Cases, hm? Am I to assume I find myself in the presence of an investigator?”
".... You could say something like that" he said
“How exciting! Is that why you’re here? Pursuing some criminal across the planes?” He blinks twice in rapid succession, for a second it seems like his pupils change shape… but it could just as easily have been Thatcher’s imagination.
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, his own eyes change from smoky grey to emerald green. "I'm sorry to say that information pertaining to what i am doing via criminal cases is confidential."
Severyn chuckles, “Aaahhhh I see. Always the veils of secrecy.” He finishes his glass, beginning to set out shots, punctuating each of the following words with the impact of a glass on the counter “Layer. After layer. After layer. Of secrecy.” He pours the liquor and picks up a shot. “It can break a man, no? You must have an incredible fortitude of mind.” He raises the glass. “Here’s to hidden truths.” And he downs it
the corner of Thatcher's mouth raises a bit in a small smile "It sounds like your speaking from experience.. What god do you serve, i can smell it on you. The scent of a god.... not an evil one but something is amiss in your smell..."
“A god? Heh, it’s been a while since he’s been called that. But yes, I do serve a god. Like you, however, I am sworn to secrecy. You said you could… smell it on me? Are you a Paladin as well?”
"I was." he said and grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey and checked the label before drinking it back "I. was."
“Hmm. I see” He looks down into his next shot. “There are always times in the service of duty that we are called to do things contrary to our sensibilities of right and wrong.”
"I followed the idea that i should never hurt another living thing for a loooong time. But why am i not allowed to raise my fist against those who harm the ones i loved....." he said and sighed, running a hand through his dark brown hair "I broke an oath, got deemed a traitor and now im here.... don't get me wrong, i love what i do now but i wonder what my life would've been like if i had done nothing..."
He chuckles before rubbing the bridge of his nose "Ahhh you don't want to listen to me grumble about the past. Quite sorry about that"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
*Really? Who do you think?* *Also, Scottish general? This man gets more interesting by the minute*
”Help yourself privileges, eh?” The man calls out, as he walks up to the bar. “I’m liking this place more by the minute.”
"Aye" he says and uncorks it, pouring himself a glass. He smiles "Care for one?"
*This is Thatcher Gale. Owner of the Gale Alliance, a secret organization that kills off planar evils.* *aaaaand is this Krathian??*
“Indeed, it’s been quite a ride to get here.”
*Dang, that sounds really cool actually. And no, close but no cigar.*
He nods and pours his a glass and hands it over "My name is Thatcher. Do i get to hear your's?"
“Hmmm” he says, taking a sip and gently tilting the glass in a circle, considering it. “Dao, he says, Severyn Dao.”
*He’s another member of the cult of Orvar.* *And yeah mate, you should be proud.*
*XD*
"well then, Pleasure to meet you" He says, his Scottish accent thick in his words. He tilts back his drink, wasting no time on drinking it down.
“Likewise.” He takes another sip “Pardon me if this is too forward, friend, but you seem stressed. What troubles you?”
"Stressed?" he said and then his actions dawn on him slowly "ah.. I drink often and some might say to much... If i am stressed, its because of the amount of cases i have right now." he said and chuckled a bit.
“Cases, hm? Am I to assume I find myself in the presence of an investigator?”
".... You could say something like that" he said
“How exciting! Is that why you’re here? Pursuing some criminal across the planes?” He blinks twice in rapid succession, for a second it seems like his pupils change shape… but it could just as easily have been Thatcher’s imagination.
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, his own eyes change from smoky grey to emerald green. "I'm sorry to say that information pertaining to what i am doing via criminal cases is confidential."
Severyn chuckles, “Aaahhhh I see. Always the veils of secrecy.” He finishes his glass, beginning to set out shots, punctuating each of the following words with the impact of a glass on the counter “Layer. After layer. After layer. Of secrecy.” He pours the liquor and picks up a shot. “It can break a man, no? You must have an incredible fortitude of mind.” He raises the glass. “Here’s to hidden truths.” And he downs it
the corner of Thatcher's mouth raises a bit in a small smile "It sounds like your speaking from experience.. What god do you serve, i can smell it on you. The scent of a god.... not an evil one but something is amiss in your smell..."
“A god? Heh, it’s been a while since he’s been called that. But yes, I do serve a god. Like you, however, I am sworn to secrecy. You said you could… smell it on me? Are you a Paladin as well?”
"I was." he said and grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey and checked the label before drinking it back "I. was."
“Hmm. I see” He looks down into his next shot. “There are always times in the service of duty that we are called to do things contrary to our sensibilities of right and wrong.”
"I followed the idea that i should never hurt another living thing for a loooong time. But why am i not allowed to raise my fist against those who harm the ones i loved....." he said and sighed, running a hand through his dark brown hair "I broke an oath, got deemed a traitor and now im here.... don't get me wrong, i love what i do now but i wonder what my life would've been like if i had done nothing..."
He chuckles before rubbing the bridge of his nose "Ahhh you don't want to listen to me grumble about the past. Quite sorry about that"
“No, actually, it’s quite alright.”
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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
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
*Really? Who do you think?* *Also, Scottish general? This man gets more interesting by the minute*
”Help yourself privileges, eh?” The man calls out, as he walks up to the bar. “I’m liking this place more by the minute.”
"Aye" he says and uncorks it, pouring himself a glass. He smiles "Care for one?"
*This is Thatcher Gale. Owner of the Gale Alliance, a secret organization that kills off planar evils.* *aaaaand is this Krathian??*
“Indeed, it’s been quite a ride to get here.”
*Dang, that sounds really cool actually. And no, close but no cigar.*
He nods and pours his a glass and hands it over "My name is Thatcher. Do i get to hear your's?"
“Hmmm” he says, taking a sip and gently tilting the glass in a circle, considering it. “Dao, he says, Severyn Dao.”
*He’s another member of the cult of Orvar.* *And yeah mate, you should be proud.*
*XD*
"well then, Pleasure to meet you" He says, his Scottish accent thick in his words. He tilts back his drink, wasting no time on drinking it down.
“Likewise.” He takes another sip “Pardon me if this is too forward, friend, but you seem stressed. What troubles you?”
"Stressed?" he said and then his actions dawn on him slowly "ah.. I drink often and some might say to much... If i am stressed, its because of the amount of cases i have right now." he said and chuckled a bit.
“Cases, hm? Am I to assume I find myself in the presence of an investigator?”
".... You could say something like that" he said
“How exciting! Is that why you’re here? Pursuing some criminal across the planes?” He blinks twice in rapid succession, for a second it seems like his pupils change shape… but it could just as easily have been Thatcher’s imagination.
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, his own eyes change from smoky grey to emerald green. "I'm sorry to say that information pertaining to what i am doing via criminal cases is confidential."
Severyn chuckles, “Aaahhhh I see. Always the veils of secrecy.” He finishes his glass, beginning to set out shots, punctuating each of the following words with the impact of a glass on the counter “Layer. After layer. After layer. Of secrecy.” He pours the liquor and picks up a shot. “It can break a man, no? You must have an incredible fortitude of mind.” He raises the glass. “Here’s to hidden truths.” And he downs it
the corner of Thatcher's mouth raises a bit in a small smile "It sounds like your speaking from experience.. What god do you serve, i can smell it on you. The scent of a god.... not an evil one but something is amiss in your smell..."
“A god? Heh, it’s been a while since he’s been called that. But yes, I do serve a god. Like you, however, I am sworn to secrecy. You said you could… smell it on me? Are you a Paladin as well?”
"I was." he said and grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey and checked the label before drinking it back "I. was."
“Hmm. I see” He looks down into his next shot. “There are always times in the service of duty that we are called to do things contrary to our sensibilities of right and wrong.”
"I followed the idea that i should never hurt another living thing for a loooong time. But why am i not allowed to raise my fist against those who harm the ones i loved....." he said and sighed, running a hand through his dark brown hair "I broke an oath, got deemed a traitor and now im here.... don't get me wrong, i love what i do now but i wonder what my life would've been like if i had done nothing..."
He chuckles before rubbing the bridge of his nose "Ahhh you don't want to listen to me grumble about the past. Quite sorry about that"
“No, actually, it’s quite alright.”
"Nah... ill shut up" he said and stood up straight. "So, i grumbled to you about the past. quid pro quo?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Also howdy Draken, I don’t think I’ve seen you on here before.*
Yeah I joined a couple days ago. I play a vampire barbarian who has a disease, a mute Tiefling Druid/bard, and a werewolf cleric who used to date a kobold.
*Double on the hugs*
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
*🤗 🫂*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*You want funny pictures of cats in hats? or rats carrying things to big for them?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I'm good, it's been a while since it happened, but i still miss them*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Severyn chuckles, “Aaahhhh I see. Always the veils of secrecy.” He finishes his glass, beginning to set out shots, punctuating each of the following words with the impact of a glass on the counter “Layer. After layer. After layer. Of secrecy.” He pours the liquor and picks up a shot. “It can break a man, no? You must have an incredible fortitude of mind.” He raises the glass. “Here’s to hidden truths.” And he downs it
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
*-Hugs again-*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
the corner of Thatcher's mouth raises a bit in a small smile "It sounds like your speaking from experience.. What god do you serve, i can smell it on you. The scent of a god.... not an evil one but something is amiss in your smell..."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Yeah I joined a couple days ago. I play a vampire barbarian who has a disease, a mute Tiefling Druid/bard, and a werewolf cleric who used to date a kobold.
MY INFO
“A god? Heh, it’s been a while since he’s been called that. But yes, I do serve a god. Like you, however, I am sworn to secrecy. You said you could… smell it on me? Are you a Paladin as well?”
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
"I was." he said and grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey and checked the label before drinking it back "I. was."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Hmm. I see” He looks down into his next shot. “There are always times in the service of duty that we are called to do things contrary to our sensibilities of right and wrong.”
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
*🫂 Thanks everyone for the support*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Nice mix *
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
"I followed the idea that i should never hurt another living thing for a loooong time. But why am i not allowed to raise my fist against those who harm the ones i loved....." he said and sighed, running a hand through his dark brown hair "I broke an oath, got deemed a traitor and now im here.... don't get me wrong, i love what i do now but i wonder what my life would've been like if i had done nothing..."
He chuckles before rubbing the bridge of his nose "Ahhh you don't want to listen to me grumble about the past. Quite sorry about that"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“No, actually, it’s quite alright.”
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
"Nah... ill shut up" he said and stood up straight. "So, i grumbled to you about the past. quid pro quo?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*aw man.... now its quiet again..*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
That didn't work
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Thanks. What characters do you have?"
MY INFO
*XD i was about to say*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]