The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Sylvan puts a plate of food in front of them.
“Thank you.” She coughs, looking up at them.
“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”
“No. I’m fine. I’m Alexandria, by the way.”
“Hello Alexandria, I am Sylvan, Cleric of Frella.”
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Sylvan puts a plate of food in front of them.
“Thank you.” She coughs, looking up at them.
“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”
“No. I’m fine. I’m Alexandria, by the way.”
“Hello Alexandria, I am Sylvan, Cleric of Frella.”
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Sylvan puts a plate of food in front of them.
“Thank you.” She coughs, looking up at them.
“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”
“No. I’m fine. I’m Alexandria, by the way.”
“Hello Alexandria, I am Sylvan, Cleric of Frella.”
“Frella?”
“She is the goddess of the stars, the hunt, magic, and knowledge.”
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Sylvan puts a plate of food in front of them.
“Thank you.” She coughs, looking up at them.
“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”
“No. I’m fine. I’m Alexandria, by the way.”
“Hello Alexandria, I am Sylvan, Cleric of Frella.”
“Frella?”
“She is the goddess of the stars, the hunt, magic, and knowledge.”
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Sylvan puts a plate of food in front of them.
“Thank you.” She coughs, looking up at them.
“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”
“No. I’m fine. I’m Alexandria, by the way.”
“Hello Alexandria, I am Sylvan, Cleric of Frella.”
“Frella?”
“She is the goddess of the stars, the hunt, magic, and knowledge.”
“Interesting. Can you use magic?”
“Just the usual Cleric spells with the addition of one’s that draw the power of the stars.”
An undead character you say? You should introduce them to the towering, dusty figure of shadow that stands in a dark corner of Lord's Rest, observing its inhabitants.
Red Raven walks by the figure and says, “Stop being so edgy sweeps.”
I AM SORRY IF I SEEM STRANGE. I AM MERELY ATTEMPTING TO UNDERSTAND THE LIVING.
“We like living and want to make the most of it. What’s there not to understand?”
*Sorry, I had to leave.*
IF YOU ENJOY LIFE SO MUCH, WHY DO YOU TAKE IT FROM OTHERS SO OFTEN? SHOULDN’T IT BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS? THERE ARE PEOPLE HERE WHOSE JOB IS TO END OTHERS LIVES. WHY DO YOU SPEND YOUR LIMITED TIME DOING THINGS YOU LATER REGRET? WHY DO YOU SLEEP, AREN’T YOU WASTING TIME? WHY DO YOU DRINK TOO MUCH, HOW IS THAT ENJOYABLE? WHY DO YOU LIE? WHY DO YOU FIGHT IN WARS THAT YOU DON’T BENEFIT FROM? WHY DO YOU START WARS? WHY DO YOU CREATE ART? WHY ARE YOU MEAN TO CATS? WHY DO YOU GO TO SUCH AWEFUL MEASURES TO AVOID ME? WHY AM I SO DESPISED? IF WHAT FOLLOWS AFTER DEATH IS NOT TO YOUR LIKING, IT IS YOUR OWN FAULT. YOU CHOSE YOUR ACTIONS, SO WHY DO YOU AVOID IT SO? WHY AM I SO FEARED?
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Sylvan puts a plate of food in front of them.
“Thank you.” She coughs, looking up at them.
“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”
“No. I’m fine. I’m Alexandria, by the way.”
“Hello Alexandria, I am Sylvan, Cleric of Frella.”
“Frella?”
“She is the goddess of the stars, the hunt, magic, and knowledge.”
“Interesting. Can you use magic?”
“Just the usual Cleric spells with the addition of one’s that draw the power of the stars.”
An undead character you say? You should introduce them to the towering, dusty figure of shadow that stands in a dark corner of Lord's Rest, observing its inhabitants.
Red Raven walks by the figure and says, “Stop being so edgy sweeps.”
I AM SORRY IF I SEEM STRANGE. I AM MERELY ATTEMPTING TO UNDERSTAND THE LIVING.
“We like living and want to make the most of it. What’s there not to understand?”
*Sorry, I had to leave.*
IF YOU ENJOY LIFE SO MUCH, WHY DO YOU TAKE IT FROM OTHERS SO OFTEN? SHOULDN’T IT BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS? THERE ARE PEOPLE HERE WHOSE JOB IS TO END OTHERS LIVES. WHY DO YOU SPEND YOUR LIMITED TIME DOING THINGS YOU LATER REGRET? WHY DO YOU SLEEP, AREN’T YOU WASTING TIME? WHY DO YOU DRINK TOO MUCH, HOW IS THAT ENJOYABLE? WHY DO YOU LIE? WHY DO YOU FIGHT IN WARS THAT YOU DON’T BENEFIT FROM? WHY DO YOU START WARS? WHY DO YOU CREATE ART? WHY ARE YOU MEAN TO CATS? WHY DO YOU GO TO SUCH AWEFUL MEASURES TO AVOID ME? WHY AM I SO DESPISED? IF WHAT FOLLOWS AFTER DEATH IS NOT TO YOUR LIKING, IT IS YOUR OWN FAULT. YOU CHOSE YOUR ACTIONS, SO WHY DO YOU AVOID IT SO? WHY AM I SO FEARED?
“I feel like this is less of a rambling of mortal flaws but rather a ramble of you trying to figure out why you are so feared.”
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Sylvan puts a plate of food in front of them.
“Thank you.” She coughs, looking up at them.
“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”
“No. I’m fine. I’m Alexandria, by the way.”
“Hello Alexandria, I am Sylvan, Cleric of Frella.”
“Frella?”
“She is the goddess of the stars, the hunt, magic, and knowledge.”
“Interesting. Can you use magic?”
“Just the usual Cleric spells with the addition of one’s that draw the power of the stars.”
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Sylvan puts a plate of food in front of them.
“Thank you.” She coughs, looking up at them.
“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”
“No. I’m fine. I’m Alexandria, by the way.”
“Hello Alexandria, I am Sylvan, Cleric of Frella.”
“Frella?”
“She is the goddess of the stars, the hunt, magic, and knowledge.”
“Interesting. Can you use magic?”
“Just the usual Cleric spells with the addition of one’s that draw the power of the stars.”
An undead character you say? You should introduce them to the towering, dusty figure of shadow that stands in a dark corner of Lord's Rest, observing its inhabitants.
Red Raven walks by the figure and says, “Stop being so edgy sweeps.”
I AM SORRY IF I SEEM STRANGE. I AM MERELY ATTEMPTING TO UNDERSTAND THE LIVING.
“We like living and want to make the most of it. What’s there not to understand?”
*Sorry, I had to leave.*
IF YOU ENJOY LIFE SO MUCH, WHY DO YOU TAKE IT FROM OTHERS SO OFTEN? SHOULDN’T IT BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS? THERE ARE PEOPLE HERE WHOSE JOB IS TO END OTHERS LIVES. WHY DO YOU SPEND YOUR LIMITED TIME DOING THINGS YOU LATER REGRET? WHY DO YOU SLEEP, AREN’T YOU WASTING TIME? WHY DO YOU DRINK TOO MUCH, HOW IS THAT ENJOYABLE? WHY DO YOU LIE? WHY DO YOU FIGHT IN WARS THAT YOU DON’T BENEFIT FROM? WHY DO YOU START WARS? WHY DO YOU CREATE ART? WHY ARE YOU MEAN TO CATS? WHY DO YOU GO TO SUCH AWEFUL MEASURES TO AVOID ME? WHY AM I SO DESPISED? IF WHAT FOLLOWS AFTER DEATH IS NOT TO YOUR LIKING, IT IS YOUR OWN FAULT. YOU CHOSE YOUR ACTIONS, SO WHY DO YOU AVOID IT SO? WHY AM I SO FEARED?
“I feel like this is less of a rambling of mortal flaws but rather a ramble of you trying to figure out why you are so feared.”
I AM TRYING TO UNDERSTAND MORTALS. MAYBE IF I UNDERSTAND WHY THEY DO THESE THINGS, THEY WILL NOT FEAR ME.
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Death approaches her, HELLO ALEXANDRIA. BY THE LOOKS OF IT, IF YOU KEEP AGING LIKE THAT I WILL HAVE TO GRAB MY BROOM SOON.
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Death approaches her, HELLO ALEXANDRIA. BY THE LOOKS OF IT, IF YOU KEEP AGING LIKE THAT I WILL HAVE TO GRAB MY BROOM SOON.
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Death approaches her, HELLO ALEXANDRIA. BY THE LOOKS OF IT, IF YOU KEEP AGING LIKE THAT I WILL HAVE TO GRAB MY BROOM SOON.
What the heck? Who are you?
She looks up at the being shrouded in shadows that towers above her. He grins down at her, but because is face is a skull, he doesn't seem to have much choice. His skeletal form is coated in a thick layer of grave dust, and his empty eye sockets seem to be endless soul devouring voids. WHO AM I? WHY I AM THE GRIM SWEEPER. DEATH. WHO ELSE COULD I BE?
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Death approaches her, HELLO ALEXANDRIA. BY THE LOOKS OF IT, IF YOU KEEP AGING LIKE THAT I WILL HAVE TO GRAB MY BROOM SOON.
What the heck? Who are you?
She looks up at the being shrouded in shadows that towers above her. He grins down at her, but because is face is a skull, he doesn't seem to have much choice. His skeletal form is coated in a thick layer of grave dust, and his empty eye sockets seem to be endless soul devouring voids. WHO AM I? WHY I AM THE GRIM SWEEPER. DEATH. WHO ELSE COULD I BE?
A Really tall Janitor? Look, Death. I don’t plan on dying anytime soon. What’s happening is only a minor… setback.
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Death approaches her, HELLO ALEXANDRIA. BY THE LOOKS OF IT, IF YOU KEEP AGING LIKE THAT I WILL HAVE TO GRAB MY BROOM SOON.
What the heck? Who are you?
She looks up at the being shrouded in shadows that towers above her. He grins down at her, but because is face is a skull, he doesn't seem to have much choice. His skeletal form is coated in a thick layer of grave dust, and his empty eye sockets seem to be endless soul devouring voids. WHO AM I? WHY I AM THE GRIM SWEEPER. DEATH. WHO ELSE COULD I BE?
A Really tall Janitor? Look, Death. I don’t plan on dying anytime soon. What’s happening is only a minor… setback.
MOST PEOPLE DON'T PLAN ON IT, BUT MOST DON'T HAVE MUCH OF A CHOICE. MY ADVICE IS TO ALWAYS BE READY. ANYWAYS, WHAT IS HAPPENING THEN?
An undead character you say? You should introduce them to the towering, dusty figure of shadow that stands in a dark corner of Lord's Rest, observing its inhabitants.
Red Raven walks by the figure and says, “Stop being so edgy sweeps.”
I AM SORRY IF I SEEM STRANGE. I AM MERELY ATTEMPTING TO UNDERSTAND THE LIVING.
“We like living and want to make the most of it. What’s there not to understand?”
*Sorry, I had to leave.*
IF YOU ENJOY LIFE SO MUCH, WHY DO YOU TAKE IT FROM OTHERS SO OFTEN? SHOULDN’T IT BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS? THERE ARE PEOPLE HERE WHOSE JOB IS TO END OTHERS LIVES. WHY DO YOU SPEND YOUR LIMITED TIME DOING THINGS YOU LATER REGRET? WHY DO YOU SLEEP, AREN’T YOU WASTING TIME? WHY DO YOU DRINK TOO MUCH, HOW IS THAT ENJOYABLE? WHY DO YOU LIE? WHY DO YOU FIGHT IN WARS THAT YOU DON’T BENEFIT FROM? WHY DO YOU START WARS? WHY DO YOU CREATE ART? WHY ARE YOU MEAN TO CATS? WHY DO YOU GO TO SUCH AWEFUL MEASURES TO AVOID ME? WHY AM I SO DESPISED? IF WHAT FOLLOWS AFTER DEATH IS NOT TO YOUR LIKING, IT IS YOUR OWN FAULT. YOU CHOSE YOUR ACTIONS, SO WHY DO YOU AVOID IT SO? WHY AM I SO FEARED?
“I feel like this is less of a rambling of mortal flaws but rather a ramble of you trying to figure out why you are so feared.”
I AM TRYING TO UNDERSTAND MORTALS. MAYBE IF I UNDERSTAND WHY THEY DO THESE THINGS, THEY WILL NOT FEAR ME.
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Death approaches her, HELLO ALEXANDRIA. BY THE LOOKS OF IT, IF YOU KEEP AGING LIKE THAT I WILL HAVE TO GRAB MY BROOM SOON.
What the heck? Who are you?
She looks up at the being shrouded in shadows that towers above her. He grins down at her, but because is face is a skull, he doesn't seem to have much choice. His skeletal form is coated in a thick layer of grave dust, and his empty eye sockets seem to be endless soul devouring voids. WHO AM I? WHY I AM THE GRIM SWEEPER. DEATH. WHO ELSE COULD I BE?
A Really tall Janitor? Look, Death. I don’t plan on dying anytime soon. What’s happening is only a minor… setback.
MOST PEOPLE DON'T PLAN ON IT, BUT MOST DON'T HAVE MUCH OF A CHOICE. MY ADVICE IS TO ALWAYS BE READY. ANYWAYS, WHAT IS HAPPENING THEN?
…how do I put this? A kleptomaniac, bloodthirsty savage, and an arsonist in a pointy hat committed mass murder, and it just so happens that i very quickly start dying if those people are dead.
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
Death approaches her, HELLO ALEXANDRIA. BY THE LOOKS OF IT, IF YOU KEEP AGING LIKE THAT I WILL HAVE TO GRAB MY BROOM SOON.
What the heck? Who are you?
She looks up at the being shrouded in shadows that towers above her. He grins down at her, but because is face is a skull, he doesn't seem to have much choice. His skeletal form is coated in a thick layer of grave dust, and his empty eye sockets seem to be endless soul devouring voids. WHO AM I? WHY I AM THE GRIM SWEEPER. DEATH. WHO ELSE COULD I BE?
A Really tall Janitor? Look, Death. I don’t plan on dying anytime soon. What’s happening is only a minor… setback.
MOST PEOPLE DON'T PLAN ON IT, BUT MOST DON'T HAVE MUCH OF A CHOICE. MY ADVICE IS TO ALWAYS BE READY. ANYWAYS, WHAT IS HAPPENING THEN?
…how do I put this? A kleptomaniac, bloodthirsty savage, and an arsonist in a pointy hat committed mass murder, and it just so happens that i very quickly start dying if those people are dead.
“That makes sense. Are you a hierarch or just a different form of LICH?”
“Hello Alexandria, I am Sylvan, Cleric of Frella.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Frella?”
“She is the goddess of the stars, the hunt, magic, and knowledge.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Interesting. Can you use magic?”
“Just the usual Cleric spells with the addition of one’s that draw the power of the stars.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Sorry, I had to leave.*
IF YOU ENJOY LIFE SO MUCH, WHY DO YOU TAKE IT FROM OTHERS SO OFTEN? SHOULDN’T IT BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS? THERE ARE PEOPLE HERE WHOSE JOB IS TO END OTHERS LIVES. WHY DO YOU SPEND YOUR LIMITED TIME DOING THINGS YOU LATER REGRET? WHY DO YOU SLEEP, AREN’T YOU WASTING TIME? WHY DO YOU DRINK TOO MUCH, HOW IS THAT ENJOYABLE? WHY DO YOU LIE? WHY DO YOU FIGHT IN WARS THAT YOU DON’T BENEFIT FROM? WHY DO YOU START WARS? WHY DO YOU CREATE ART? WHY ARE YOU MEAN TO CATS? WHY DO YOU GO TO SUCH AWEFUL MEASURES TO AVOID ME? WHY AM I SO DESPISED? IF WHAT FOLLOWS AFTER DEATH IS NOT TO YOUR LIKING, IT IS YOUR OWN FAULT. YOU CHOSE YOUR ACTIONS, SO WHY DO YOU AVOID IT SO? WHY AM I SO FEARED?
“Huh. Anyways, where are you from?”
“I feel like this is less of a rambling of mortal flaws but rather a ramble of you trying to figure out why you are so feared.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“The town of Moonglade. What about you?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I’m from a city called fortune’s point.”
I AM TRYING TO UNDERSTAND MORTALS. MAYBE IF I UNDERSTAND WHY THEY DO THESE THINGS, THEY WILL NOT FEAR ME.
Death approaches her, HELLO ALEXANDRIA. BY THE LOOKS OF IT, IF YOU KEEP AGING LIKE THAT I WILL HAVE TO GRAB MY BROOM SOON.
What the heck? Who are you?
She looks up at the being shrouded in shadows that towers above her. He grins down at her, but because is face is a skull, he doesn't seem to have much choice. His skeletal form is coated in a thick layer of grave dust, and his empty eye sockets seem to be endless soul devouring voids. WHO AM I? WHY I AM THE GRIM SWEEPER. DEATH. WHO ELSE COULD I BE?
A Really tall Janitor? Look, Death. I don’t plan on dying anytime soon. What’s happening is only a minor… setback.
MOST PEOPLE DON'T PLAN ON IT, BUT MOST DON'T HAVE MUCH OF A CHOICE. MY ADVICE IS TO ALWAYS BE READY. ANYWAYS, WHAT IS HAPPENING THEN?
“They do these things because they fear you.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Cerberus sits down next to them, eating medium rare owlbear meat.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
…how do I put this? A kleptomaniac, bloodthirsty savage, and an arsonist in a pointy hat committed mass murder, and it just so happens that i very quickly start dying if those people are dead.
“That makes sense. Are you a hierarch or just a different form of LICH?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!