A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
The second you step foot in the tavern, you feel grass under your foot, as Cerberus is playing one of his songs. The interior of the tavern is that of a grassland wedged in a mountain range. A simple cottage is in the center. You can hear the sound of music coming from this cottage.
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
The second you step foot in the tavern, you feel grass under your foot, as Cerberus is playing one of his songs. The interior of the tavern is that of a grassland wedged in a mountain range. A simple cottage is in the center. You can hear the sound of music coming from this cottage.
The surprising landscape alarms him for a second. His hand drifts toward his sword, but he pulls it away quickly. Warrior's instinct can be hard to shake. He surveys his surroundings before following the music to the cottage.
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
The second you step foot in the tavern, you feel grass under your foot, as Cerberus is playing one of his songs. The interior of the tavern is that of a grassland wedged in a mountain range. A simple cottage is in the center. You can hear the sound of music coming from this cottage.
The surprising landscape alarms him for a second. His hand drifts toward his sword, but he pulls it away quickly. Warrior's instinct can be hard to shake. He surveys his surroundings before following the music to the cottage.
As you approach, you see a male Aasimar open the door and leave the building. Inside is a young Cerberus sitting at a desk.
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
The second you step foot in the tavern, you feel grass under your foot, as Cerberus is playing one of his songs. The interior of the tavern is that of a grassland wedged in a mountain range. A simple cottage is in the center. You can hear the sound of music coming from this cottage.
The surprising landscape alarms him for a second. His hand drifts toward his sword, but he pulls it away quickly. Warrior's instinct can be hard to shake. He surveys his surroundings before following the music to the cottage.
As you approach, you see a male Aasimar open the door and leave the building. Inside is a young Cerberus sitting at a desk.
He nods at the Aasimar in greeting, he then enters the cottage and looks around quizzically.
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
The second you step foot in the tavern, you feel grass under your foot, as Cerberus is playing one of his songs. The interior of the tavern is that of a grassland wedged in a mountain range. A simple cottage is in the center. You can hear the sound of music coming from this cottage.
The surprising landscape alarms him for a second. His hand drifts toward his sword, but he pulls it away quickly. Warrior's instinct can be hard to shake. He surveys his surroundings before following the music to the cottage.
As you approach, you see a male Aasimar open the door and leave the building. Inside is a young Cerberus sitting at a desk.
He nods at the Aasimar in greeting, he then enters the cottage and looks around quizzically.
*I now realize what I had planned out is way too depressing for a song Cerberus would play. I’m blaming a bad performance roll for why the song went unfinished.*
The image around you disappears and you find yourself standing on the stage where everyone on the tavern can see you. Cerberus is right next to you.
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
The second you step foot in the tavern, you feel grass under your foot, as Cerberus is playing one of his songs. The interior of the tavern is that of a grassland wedged in a mountain range. A simple cottage is in the center. You can hear the sound of music coming from this cottage.
The surprising landscape alarms him for a second. His hand drifts toward his sword, but he pulls it away quickly. Warrior's instinct can be hard to shake. He surveys his surroundings before following the music to the cottage.
As you approach, you see a male Aasimar open the door and leave the building. Inside is a young Cerberus sitting at a desk.
He nods at the Aasimar in greeting, he then enters the cottage and looks around quizzically.
*I now realize what I had planned out is way too depressing for a song Cerberus would play. I’m blaming a bad performance roll for why the song went unfinished.*
The image around you disappears and you find yourself standing on the stage where everyone on the tavern can see you. Cerberus is right next to you.
He is mildly surprised when everything returns to normal. He looks around and, seeing Cerberus from the performance, he says, "Hello there, were you the one behind the illusion?"
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
The second you step foot in the tavern, you feel grass under your foot, as Cerberus is playing one of his songs. The interior of the tavern is that of a grassland wedged in a mountain range. A simple cottage is in the center. You can hear the sound of music coming from this cottage.
The surprising landscape alarms him for a second. His hand drifts toward his sword, but he pulls it away quickly. Warrior's instinct can be hard to shake. He surveys his surroundings before following the music to the cottage.
As you approach, you see a male Aasimar open the door and leave the building. Inside is a young Cerberus sitting at a desk.
He nods at the Aasimar in greeting, he then enters the cottage and looks around quizzically.
*I now realize what I had planned out is way too depressing for a song Cerberus would play. I’m blaming a bad performance roll for why the song went unfinished.*
The image around you disappears and you find yourself standing on the stage where everyone on the tavern can see you. Cerberus is right next to you.
He is mildly surprised when everything returns to normal. He looks around and, seeing Cerberus from the performance, he says, "Hello there, were you the one behind the illusion?"
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
The second you step foot in the tavern, you feel grass under your foot, as Cerberus is playing one of his songs. The interior of the tavern is that of a grassland wedged in a mountain range. A simple cottage is in the center. You can hear the sound of music coming from this cottage.
The surprising landscape alarms him for a second. His hand drifts toward his sword, but he pulls it away quickly. Warrior's instinct can be hard to shake. He surveys his surroundings before following the music to the cottage.
As you approach, you see a male Aasimar open the door and leave the building. Inside is a young Cerberus sitting at a desk.
He nods at the Aasimar in greeting, he then enters the cottage and looks around quizzically.
*I now realize what I had planned out is way too depressing for a song Cerberus would play. I’m blaming a bad performance roll for why the song went unfinished.*
The image around you disappears and you find yourself standing on the stage where everyone on the tavern can see you. Cerberus is right next to you.
He is mildly surprised when everything returns to normal. He looks around and, seeing Cerberus from the performance, he says, "Hello there, were you the one behind the illusion?"
Cerberus makes a hand gesture.
“Yes”
"Um, sorry, I can speak Common, Old Common, Ancient Common, Draconic, Dwarvish, Giant, and Sylvan, but Handspeech is foreign to me."
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
The second you step foot in the tavern, you feel grass under your foot, as Cerberus is playing one of his songs. The interior of the tavern is that of a grassland wedged in a mountain range. A simple cottage is in the center. You can hear the sound of music coming from this cottage.
The surprising landscape alarms him for a second. His hand drifts toward his sword, but he pulls it away quickly. Warrior's instinct can be hard to shake. He surveys his surroundings before following the music to the cottage.
As you approach, you see a male Aasimar open the door and leave the building. Inside is a young Cerberus sitting at a desk.
He nods at the Aasimar in greeting, he then enters the cottage and looks around quizzically.
*I now realize what I had planned out is way too depressing for a song Cerberus would play. I’m blaming a bad performance roll for why the song went unfinished.*
The image around you disappears and you find yourself standing on the stage where everyone on the tavern can see you. Cerberus is right next to you.
He is mildly surprised when everything returns to normal. He looks around and, seeing Cerberus from the performance, he says, "Hello there, were you the one behind the illusion?"
Cerberus makes a hand gesture.
“Yes”
"Um, sorry, I can speak Common, Old Common, Ancient Common, Draconic, Dwarvish, Giant, and Sylvan, but Handspeech is foreign to me."
A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
The second you step foot in the tavern, you feel grass under your foot, as Cerberus is playing one of his songs. The interior of the tavern is that of a grassland wedged in a mountain range. A simple cottage is in the center. You can hear the sound of music coming from this cottage.
The surprising landscape alarms him for a second. His hand drifts toward his sword, but he pulls it away quickly. Warrior's instinct can be hard to shake. He surveys his surroundings before following the music to the cottage.
As you approach, you see a male Aasimar open the door and leave the building. Inside is a young Cerberus sitting at a desk.
He nods at the Aasimar in greeting, he then enters the cottage and looks around quizzically.
*I now realize what I had planned out is way too depressing for a song Cerberus would play. I’m blaming a bad performance roll for why the song went unfinished.*
The image around you disappears and you find yourself standing on the stage where everyone on the tavern can see you. Cerberus is right next to you.
He is mildly surprised when everything returns to normal. He looks around and, seeing Cerberus from the performance, he says, "Hello there, were you the one behind the illusion?"
Cerberus makes a hand gesture.
“Yes”
"Um, sorry, I can speak Common, Old Common, Ancient Common, Draconic, Dwarvish, Giant, and Sylvan, but Handspeech is foreign to me."
Cerberus rolls his eyes and walks off the stage.
The man walks over to a seat and sits down, waiting for a drink. He takes a ring of his finger and begins fiddling with it.
He smiles again and runs a hand through his hair.
He nods and grins
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Phoenix snuggles closer.
"Thats good."
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Jack smiles and soon, soft snores echo from him as he sleeps.
Luxx just stands there akwardly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Phoenix smiles and holds Jack close.
"What do you wanna do today?"
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A man walks towards the tavern. He does so slowly and steadily. Obviously not in a hurry. It is hard to determine this man's age by sight. His hair and beard are completely gray, and is face is lined with deep creases, but he still stands erect and his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and steady steps show that he still possesses great strength. His blue eyes seem to be like stones left in a stream, smoothed by time. They are eyes that have witnessed more than is possible to be seen. He is dressed in a fine, blue tunic, black trousers, well worn boots, and a sword in a scabbard hangs by his side. His hands are strong and they grip a walking staff. A pack is concealed under his traveler's cloak, and some sort of metal can be heard quietly clanking from within.
The man approaches closer to the tavern, but stops in his tracks. He gazes upon a gnarled, ancient ash tree a ways away. He stares at it for a little while before continuing on slowly.
Ternikus throws a rotten tomato at him. “BOOOO!”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The tomato splats against his chest, splattering on his tunic and staining it red. He looks down in surprise. His hand instinctively going to his sword but he then moves his hand to wipe off the tomato. "What was that for!" he cries out.
“NOTHIN’!”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The man curses and walks away hurriedly as he tries to wipe off the mess on his shirt. He slams open the tavern door, seeking refuge from tomato-chucking vampire gnomes.
The second you step foot in the tavern, you feel grass under your foot, as Cerberus is playing one of his songs. The interior of the tavern is that of a grassland wedged in a mountain range. A simple cottage is in the center. You can hear the sound of music coming from this cottage.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The surprising landscape alarms him for a second. His hand drifts toward his sword, but he pulls it away quickly. Warrior's instinct can be hard to shake. He surveys his surroundings before following the music to the cottage.
As you approach, you see a male Aasimar open the door and leave the building. Inside is a young Cerberus sitting at a desk.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He nods at the Aasimar in greeting, he then enters the cottage and looks around quizzically.
*I now realize what I had planned out is way too depressing for a song Cerberus would play. I’m blaming a bad performance roll for why the song went unfinished.*
The image around you disappears and you find yourself standing on the stage where everyone on the tavern can see you. Cerberus is right next to you.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He is mildly surprised when everything returns to normal. He looks around and, seeing Cerberus from the performance, he says, "Hello there, were you the one behind the illusion?"
Cerberus makes a hand gesture.
“Yes”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Um, sorry, I can speak Common, Old Common, Ancient Common, Draconic, Dwarvish, Giant, and Sylvan, but Handspeech is foreign to me."
Cerberus rolls his eyes and walks off the stage.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The man walks over to a seat and sits down, waiting for a drink. He takes a ring of his finger and begins fiddling with it.
*Good morning everyone :)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘