Theren is humming to himself as he examines a map.
Leo is fixing up Festus, determination in his eyes.
Phoenix is looking at his combat gear, lost in thought
Hearthstone is sitting in the woods, half-asleep
The thri-kreen walks up. <Hello there. Is this a map of the surrounding area? I’m utterly lost.>
"Nah, a place I need to go to." he says. "You new here?"
Bug chuckle. <Yes. I’m usually quite accustomed to new places, so long as they’re in, well, Oerth. But today…> It looks at the bottle it carries. <Anyway, I’m a ranger. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah. What’s yours?>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren is humming to himself as he examines a map.
Leo is fixing up Festus, determination in his eyes.
Phoenix is looking at his combat gear, lost in thought
Hearthstone is sitting in the woods, half-asleep
The thri-kreen walks up. <Hello there. Is this a map of the surrounding area? I’m utterly lost.>
"Nah, a place I need to go to." he says. "You new here?"
Bug chuckle. <Yes. I’m usually quite accustomed to new places, so long as they’re in, well, Oerth. But today…> It looks at the bottle it carries. <Anyway, I’m a ranger. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah. What’s yours?>
"Theren Dotsk."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is humming to himself as he examines a map.
Leo is fixing up Festus, determination in his eyes.
Phoenix is looking at his combat gear, lost in thought
Hearthstone is sitting in the woods, half-asleep
The thri-kreen walks up. <Hello there. Is this a map of the surrounding area? I’m utterly lost.>
"Nah, a place I need to go to." he says. "You new here?"
Bug chuckle. <Yes. I’m usually quite accustomed to new places, so long as they’re in, well, Oerth. But today…> It looks at the bottle it carries. <Anyway, I’m a ranger. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah. What’s yours?>
"Theren Dotsk."
<Nice to make your acquaintance. Can you tell me anything about this place and the folks within it? I can read minds, but most humanoids not from the Underdark find it oh so rude and I’m not trying to make enemies yet.>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren is humming to himself as he examines a map.
Leo is fixing up Festus, determination in his eyes.
Phoenix is looking at his combat gear, lost in thought
Hearthstone is sitting in the woods, half-asleep
The thri-kreen walks up. <Hello there. Is this a map of the surrounding area? I’m utterly lost.>
"Nah, a place I need to go to." he says. "You new here?"
Bug chuckle. <Yes. I’m usually quite accustomed to new places, so long as they’re in, well, Oerth. But today…> It looks at the bottle it carries. <Anyway, I’m a ranger. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah. What’s yours?>
"Theren Dotsk."
<Nice to make your acquaintance. Can you tell me anything about this place and the folks within it? I can read minds, but most humanoids not from the Underdark find it oh so rude and I’m not trying to make enemies yet.>
"Everyone's rather nice. Just be polite and you'll get along fine."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is humming to himself as he examines a map.
Leo is fixing up Festus, determination in his eyes.
Phoenix is looking at his combat gear, lost in thought
Hearthstone is sitting in the woods, half-asleep
The thri-kreen walks up. <Hello there. Is this a map of the surrounding area? I’m utterly lost.>
"Nah, a place I need to go to." he says. "You new here?"
Bug chuckle. <Yes. I’m usually quite accustomed to new places, so long as they’re in, well, Oerth. But today…> It looks at the bottle it carries. <Anyway, I’m a ranger. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah. What’s yours?>
"Theren Dotsk."
<Nice to make your acquaintance. Can you tell me anything about this place and the folks within it? I can read minds, but most humanoids not from the Underdark find it oh so rude and I’m not trying to make enemies yet.>
"Everyone's rather nice. Just be polite and you'll get along fine."
Pch-Ptah guffaws violently. It’s an unsettling sound. <Polite? You’re a funny guy. Alright, I’ll take your advice. But what’s your story? How’d you end up here?>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren is humming to himself as he examines a map.
Leo is fixing up Festus, determination in his eyes.
Phoenix is looking at his combat gear, lost in thought
Hearthstone is sitting in the woods, half-asleep
The thri-kreen walks up. <Hello there. Is this a map of the surrounding area? I’m utterly lost.>
"Nah, a place I need to go to." he says. "You new here?"
Bug chuckle. <Yes. I’m usually quite accustomed to new places, so long as they’re in, well, Oerth. But today…> It looks at the bottle it carries. <Anyway, I’m a ranger. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah. What’s yours?>
"Theren Dotsk."
<Nice to make your acquaintance. Can you tell me anything about this place and the folks within it? I can read minds, but most humanoids not from the Underdark find it oh so rude and I’m not trying to make enemies yet.>
"Everyone's rather nice. Just be polite and you'll get along fine."
Pch-Ptah guffaws violently. It’s an unsettling sound. <Polite? You’re a funny guy. Alright, I’ll take your advice. But what’s your story? How’d you end up here?>
His smile turns to a frown. "It's a long story."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is humming to himself as he examines a map.
Leo is fixing up Festus, determination in his eyes.
Phoenix is looking at his combat gear, lost in thought
Hearthstone is sitting in the woods, half-asleep
The thri-kreen walks up. <Hello there. Is this a map of the surrounding area? I’m utterly lost.>
"Nah, a place I need to go to." he says. "You new here?"
Bug chuckle. <Yes. I’m usually quite accustomed to new places, so long as they’re in, well, Oerth. But today…> It looks at the bottle it carries. <Anyway, I’m a ranger. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah. What’s yours?>
"Theren Dotsk."
<Nice to make your acquaintance. Can you tell me anything about this place and the folks within it? I can read minds, but most humanoids not from the Underdark find it oh so rude and I’m not trying to make enemies yet.>
"Everyone's rather nice. Just be polite and you'll get along fine."
Pch-Ptah guffaws violently. It’s an unsettling sound. <Polite? You’re a funny guy. Alright, I’ll take your advice. But what’s your story? How’d you end up here?>
His smile turns to a frown. "It's a long story."
<Oh? My interest is piqued.>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm not telling the story. It's long and was rather traumatizing."
<Fair enough. Would you be interested in my long story though?>
"Sure."
Pch-Ptah takes out a violin and strikes up a slow tune mostly on the D and A strings, keeping the sound solemn yet not grim. <Well, it all starts in the world of Oerth. I don’t know or care who my parents are. My egg was found by svirfneblin in a small pool of warm, fetid Underdark water. They thought it was of some kind of yet-uncharted beastie, and took it back. Unfortunately for everyone involved, I hatched on the way to their town. They didn’t keep me for long, which I didn’t really mind, since thri-kreen mature at around age 2. I had a bow, and that was all I really needed. I managed to make my living hunting critters and foraging. Things were good. But I always wondered if I could find more of my own kind.>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm not telling the story. It's long and was rather traumatizing."
<Fair enough. Would you be interested in my long story though?>
"Sure."
Pch-Ptah takes out a violin and strikes up a slow tune mostly on the D and A strings, keeping the sound solemn yet not grim. <Well, it all starts in the world of Oerth. I don’t know or care who my parents are. My egg was found by svirfneblin in a small pool of warm, fetid Underdark water. They thought it was of some kind of yet-uncharted beastie, and took it back. Unfortunately for everyone involved, I hatched on the way to their town. They didn’t keep me for long, which I didn’t really mind, since thri-kreen mature at around age 2. I had a bow, and that was all I really needed. I managed to make my living hunting critters and foraging. Things were good. But I always wondered if I could find more of my own kind.>
"Wow, quite the journey."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Bug chuckle. <Yes. I’m usually quite accustomed to new places, so long as they’re in, well, Oerth. But today…> It looks at the bottle it carries. <Anyway, I’m a ranger. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah. What’s yours?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Theren Dotsk."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Nice to make your acquaintance. Can you tell me anything about this place and the folks within it? I can read minds, but most humanoids not from the Underdark find it oh so rude and I’m not trying to make enemies yet.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*brb*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Everyone's rather nice. Just be polite and you'll get along fine."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Pch-Ptah guffaws violently. It’s an unsettling sound. <Polite? You’re a funny guy. Alright, I’ll take your advice. But what’s your story? How’d you end up here?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
His smile turns to a frown. "It's a long story."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Oh? My interest is piqued.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm not telling the story. It's long and was rather traumatizing."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Fair enough. Would you be interested in my long story though?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hello peope. How is it going?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*sup*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Sure."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hello, are you new to this thread?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Pch-Ptah takes out a violin and strikes up a slow tune mostly on the D and A strings, keeping the sound solemn yet not grim. <Well, it all starts in the world of Oerth. I don’t know or care who my parents are. My egg was found by svirfneblin in a small pool of warm, fetid Underdark water. They thought it was of some kind of yet-uncharted beastie, and took it back. Unfortunately for everyone involved, I hatched on the way to their town. They didn’t keep me for long, which I didn’t really mind, since thri-kreen mature at around age 2. I had a bow, and that was all I really needed. I managed to make my living hunting critters and foraging. Things were good. But I always wondered if I could find more of my own kind.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sort of. I’ve been on other threads very similar to this, though my old account got screwed up a while back. Nice to meet ya*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Wow, quite the journey."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Pleasure to meet you as well. What characters do you have rn?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(I want to sleep. you?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Raphael is eating brunch
Greg is doing the crossword
Meroving is summoning lightning
Yossele is watching people on a hill
Throden-Ihtros is serving others
Lazarus is whittling
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now