Current Campaign(s): Dungeons, Darkness, Drow, and Demons, an Out of the Abyss Adventure, Dungeon Delvers, a Dungeon of the Mad Mage Adventure, Jungle of Evil, a Tomb of Annihilation Adventure
A white human with gray hair walks into the inn. "I'm Gordon Ramsy. I travel the realms trying to find the next great chef. Maybe they're here?"
A giant human walks over to Gordon and hands him a frying pan.
"And what am I supposed to make with this? Bring me to the kitchen and cook me a pork roast!"
The human reaches into his backpack and pulls out exactly what he requested. "You could have made a steak but it wouldn't hold a candle to my pork roast anyway." The giant mutters
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
In the night, a mysterious cloaked figure walks towards the inn. They wear a red cloak with golden accents, and are carrying many trinkets with them. They go straight to the grounds, reach inside their cloak, and bring out a small case. they place it on the ground and open it. When they do, a small tent springs out, with a sign saying 'Kriggu's prediction of fortune' on it. The figure then goes inside the tent.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"names Nick." he says with a smile and a quick bow
"Hello, Nick!" She glances back and notices the trail of plants and fungi she has left. "Whoops, sorry!"
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Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
In the night, a mysterious cloaked figure walks towards the inn. They wear a red cloak with golden accents, and are carrying many trinkets with them. They go straight to the grounds, reach inside their cloak, and bring out a small case. they place it on the ground and open it. When they do, a small tent springs out, with a sign saying 'Kriggu's prediction of fortune' on it. The figure then goes inside the tent.
*bomp*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
A white human with gray hair walks into the inn. "I'm Gordon Ramsy. I travel the realms trying to find the next great chef. Maybe they're here?"
A giant human walks over to Gordon and hands him a frying pan.
"And what am I supposed to make with this? Bring me to the kitchen and cook me a pork roast!"
The human reaches into his backpack and pulls out exactly what he requested. "You could have made a steak but it wouldn't hold a candle to my pork roast anyway." The giant mutters
Gordon smells the roast. "You call this food? It smells like feces." He pulls out two pieces of bread, and holds one on each of giant's cheeks. "What are you?"
Current Campaign(s): Dungeons, Darkness, Drow, and Demons, an Out of the Abyss Adventure, Dungeon Delvers, a Dungeon of the Mad Mage Adventure, Jungle of Evil, a Tomb of Annihilation Adventure
*Side note, I'm trying to come up with some sort of negative event in Douxgras' past. I know that he was seen as a parasite, but his family still loved and cared for him so he had no reason to worry about it. I don't want to go the fantasy racism route either.*
*Side note, I'm trying to come up with some sort of negative event in Douxgras' past. I know that he was seen as a parasite, but his family still loved and cared for him so he had no reason to worry about it. I don't want to go the fantasy racism route either.*
*crushing debts?*
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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.
*Side note, I'm trying to come up with some sort of negative event in Douxgras' past. I know that he was seen as a parasite, but his family still loved and cared for him so he had no reason to worry about it. I don't want to go the fantasy racism route either.*
*crushing debts?*
*He's a spice trader. Basically rich by definition.*
*Side note, I'm trying to come up with some sort of negative event in Douxgras' past. I know that he was seen as a parasite, but his family still loved and cared for him so he had no reason to worry about it. I don't want to go the fantasy racism route either.*
*crushing debts?*
*He's a spice trader. Basically rich by definition.*
*Oh yeah. Traumatic experience that led to a lifelong fear?*
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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.
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It croaks at him and flaps a few feet away. The scarecrow approaches and he shoos away the crow, "Sorry about that. My birds are hungry fellers."
"Greedy. That's what they are."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And what am I supposed to make with this? Bring me to the kitchen and cook me a pork roast!"
Character(s): Chak-tha, Thri-kreen Battlemaster Fighter, Théodmon Rokas, Eladrin Druid, Grayhawk the Aerial Ace, Aarakocra Bladesinger Wizard
Current Campaign(s): Dungeons, Darkness, Drow, and Demons, an Out of the Abyss Adventure, Dungeon Delvers, a Dungeon of the Mad Mage Adventure, Jungle of Evil, a Tomb of Annihilation Adventure
Check out the Chatty Tavern | Jester and Breadman's Character Bakery
My title from drummer is Wielder of Whispers
The human reaches into his backpack and pulls out exactly what he requested. "You could have made a steak but it wouldn't hold a candle to my pork roast anyway." The giant mutters
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
In the night, a mysterious cloaked figure walks towards the inn. They wear a red cloak with golden accents, and are carrying many trinkets with them. They go straight to the grounds, reach inside their cloak, and bring out a small case. they place it on the ground and open it. When they do, a small tent springs out, with a sign saying 'Kriggu's prediction of fortune' on it. The figure then goes inside the tent.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"A little... yeah. But don't be too harsh on them. A dying, starving man might be accused of greed but he gorges himself because he is famished."
"Hello, Nick!" She glances back and notices the trail of plants and fungi she has left. "Whoops, sorry!"
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
"and if a dying man eats too much he throws up."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"no need to apologize. You're merely adding to nature. Whats your name?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*bomp*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Gordon smells the roast. "You call this food? It smells like feces." He pulls out two pieces of bread, and holds one on each of giant's cheeks. "What are you?"
*Answer is idiot sandwich*
Character(s): Chak-tha, Thri-kreen Battlemaster Fighter, Théodmon Rokas, Eladrin Druid, Grayhawk the Aerial Ace, Aarakocra Bladesinger Wizard
Current Campaign(s): Dungeons, Darkness, Drow, and Demons, an Out of the Abyss Adventure, Dungeon Delvers, a Dungeon of the Mad Mage Adventure, Jungle of Evil, a Tomb of Annihilation Adventure
Check out the Chatty Tavern | Jester and Breadman's Character Bakery
My title from drummer is Wielder of Whispers
*morning everyone*
Nainai is in the corner of the Inn.
Eito is still whittling.
Mauric is outside the Red Plate.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"True," the scarecrow strokes a blackbird sitting on his shoulder with a gloved hand, "But these ones have already died."
Douxgras is making spice fireworks outside.
*Side note, I'm trying to come up with some sort of negative event in Douxgras' past. I know that he was seen as a parasite, but his family still loved and cared for him so he had no reason to worry about it. I don't want to go the fantasy racism route either.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"So why do they eat?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*crushing debts?*
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 straw haired head hangs low in sadness, "They are the cursed spirits of a town that died of famine. Their hunger can never be sated."
*He's a spice trader. Basically rich by definition.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He crosses his arms over his decaying armor. "That is no excuse to steal from the living."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh yeah. Traumatic experience that led to a lifelong fear?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.