*Making a Rare magic trident for Felix, but I don't know what properties to give it. He already has ludicrous support and defense, and the party has enough damage already, so it should be primarily utility or control.*
*what can Felix do?*
*Felix is a master chef and cleric of Hospitality. He can give out absurd amounts of hit points, both temporary and regular. He specializes in giant cuisine and cooking rare and dangerous monsters. He only makes one attack, but it hits like a truck, especially since he can grow to Large size multiple times per rest.*
*how about something to immobilize someone. Like tying up meat*
*That's a neat idea. I might use that. I'll post the item a bit later.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Riotan is at the bar, looking morose and dramatic.
Sparrow walks into the bar, he’s stuffed two napkins where he’s been shot. He orders himself and Riotan a drink, not looking to him, but saying “I saw you run after that sniper, thanks fer that. This the least I can do I return.”
Riotan whispers something in Abyssal and raises his head, taking a swig. “Wasn’t about you.” He mutters.
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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.
*Making a Rare magic trident for Felix, but I don't know what properties to give it. He already has ludicrous support and defense, and the party has enough damage already, so it should be primarily utility or control.*
*what can Felix do?*
*Felix is a master chef and cleric of Hospitality. He can give out absurd amounts of hit points, both temporary and regular. He specializes in giant cuisine and cooking rare and dangerous monsters. He only makes one attack, but it hits like a truck, especially since he can grow to Large size multiple times per rest.*
*how about something to immobilize someone. Like tying up meat*
*That's a neat idea. I might use that. I'll post the item a bit later.*
Riotan is at the bar, looking morose and dramatic.
Sparrow walks into the bar, he’s stuffed two napkins where he’s been shot. He orders himself and Riotan a drink, not looking to him, but saying “I saw you run after that sniper, thanks fer that. This the least I can do I return.”
Riotan whispers something in Abyssal and raises his head, taking a swig. “Wasn’t about you.” He mutters.
He drops the drink, ordering another “Don’t care, you did me a favor, I owe ya.” He says, ordering drink after drink, barely taking the time to choke.
Riotan is at the bar, looking morose and dramatic.
Sparrow walks into the bar, he’s stuffed two napkins where he’s been shot. He orders himself and Riotan a drink, not looking to him, but saying “I saw you run after that sniper, thanks fer that. This the least I can do I return.”
Riotan whispers something in Abyssal and raises his head, taking a swig. “Wasn’t about you.” He mutters.
He drops the drink, ordering another “Don’t care, you did me a favor, I owe ya.” He says, ordering drink after drink, barely taking the time to choke.
“What, you got a vendetta against your liver?” Rio chuckles.
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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.
Riotan is at the bar, looking morose and dramatic.
Sparrow walks into the bar, he’s stuffed two napkins where he’s been shot. He orders himself and Riotan a drink, not looking to him, but saying “I saw you run after that sniper, thanks fer that. This the least I can do I return.”
Riotan whispers something in Abyssal and raises his head, taking a swig. “Wasn’t about you.” He mutters.
He drops the drink, ordering another “Don’t care, you did me a favor, I owe ya.” He says, ordering drink after drink, barely taking the time to choke.
“What, you got a vendetta against your liver?” Rio chuckles.
He looks to the drinks “I’ve got lots of vendettas, you got a vendetta against me?” He puts the mug on the counter “No better time to talk about this then now, you’ve been watching me, why?”
Riotan is at the bar, looking morose and dramatic.
Sparrow walks into the bar, he’s stuffed two napkins where he’s been shot. He orders himself and Riotan a drink, not looking to him, but saying “I saw you run after that sniper, thanks fer that. This the least I can do I return.”
Riotan whispers something in Abyssal and raises his head, taking a swig. “Wasn’t about you.” He mutters.
He drops the drink, ordering another “Don’t care, you did me a favor, I owe ya.” He says, ordering drink after drink, barely taking the time to choke.
“What, you got a vendetta against your liver?” Rio chuckles.
He looks to the drinks “I’ve got lots of vendettas, you got a vendetta against me?” He puts the mug on the counter “No better time to talk about this then now, you’ve been watching me, why?”
Riotan sighs, not speaking for a while. “...for her.”
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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.
"Good at swallowing other things?" he says with a raised eyebrow, taking down another tankard.
*Oh and, I only think it’s half my fault 60% of your characters fall in love with mine. Maybe 80% my fault.*
He wipes the alcohol that leaks from his mouth with a sleeve “That depends… are you trying to find out~”
*it's 100% your fault, but don't sweat it, you've only got Saphuno, Jax, Lilac and somehow domino.*
"If you knew me, you'd know it's not in my nature to shy away from investigating things.." He says, tossing the tankard from paw to paw. "Are your lips as soft as your hair is shiny, Mister?...." He says, trying to get them to tell him their name
*How is that my fault, I mean I know I’m charming, but be for real, Domino did it to herself.*
He looks at him with piercing red eyes, “James, James Kereso. I’ve always enjoyed curious creatures, after all, who’d find anything else out otherwise?” He says, leaning forward to their level.
Riotan is at the bar, looking morose and dramatic.
Sparrow walks into the bar, he’s stuffed two napkins where he’s been shot. He orders himself and Riotan a drink, not looking to him, but saying “I saw you run after that sniper, thanks fer that. This the least I can do I return.”
Riotan whispers something in Abyssal and raises his head, taking a swig. “Wasn’t about you.” He mutters.
He drops the drink, ordering another “Don’t care, you did me a favor, I owe ya.” He says, ordering drink after drink, barely taking the time to choke.
“What, you got a vendetta against your liver?” Rio chuckles.
He looks to the drinks “I’ve got lots of vendettas, you got a vendetta against me?” He puts the mug on the counter “No better time to talk about this then now, you’ve been watching me, why?”
Riotan sighs, not speaking for a while. “...for her.”
He nods slowly, lighting them both cigarettes “Sorry bout that, I know there ain’t no way I can make it up to you, but maybe there’s some way we can still be friends.” He hands them the cigarette, taking a drag of his own.
Riotan is at the bar, looking morose and dramatic.
Sparrow walks into the bar, he’s stuffed two napkins where he’s been shot. He orders himself and Riotan a drink, not looking to him, but saying “I saw you run after that sniper, thanks fer that. This the least I can do I return.”
Riotan whispers something in Abyssal and raises his head, taking a swig. “Wasn’t about you.” He mutters.
He drops the drink, ordering another “Don’t care, you did me a favor, I owe ya.” He says, ordering drink after drink, barely taking the time to choke.
“What, you got a vendetta against your liver?” Rio chuckles.
He looks to the drinks “I’ve got lots of vendettas, you got a vendetta against me?” He puts the mug on the counter “No better time to talk about this then now, you’ve been watching me, why?”
Riotan sighs, not speaking for a while. “...for her.”
He nods slowly, lighting them both cigarettes “Sorry bout that, I know there ain’t no way I can make it up to you, but maybe there’s some way we can still be friends.” He hands them the cigarette, taking a drag of his own.
“Heh. Maybe.” Rio pops the cigarette in their mouth and eats it nonchalantly. “Ew. How do you mortals stand these things?”
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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.
Riotan is at the bar, looking morose and dramatic.
Sparrow walks into the bar, he’s stuffed two napkins where he’s been shot. He orders himself and Riotan a drink, not looking to him, but saying “I saw you run after that sniper, thanks fer that. This the least I can do I return.”
Riotan whispers something in Abyssal and raises his head, taking a swig. “Wasn’t about you.” He mutters.
He drops the drink, ordering another “Don’t care, you did me a favor, I owe ya.” He says, ordering drink after drink, barely taking the time to choke.
“What, you got a vendetta against your liver?” Rio chuckles.
He looks to the drinks “I’ve got lots of vendettas, you got a vendetta against me?” He puts the mug on the counter “No better time to talk about this then now, you’ve been watching me, why?”
Riotan sighs, not speaking for a while. “...for her.”
He nods slowly, lighting them both cigarettes “Sorry bout that, I know there ain’t no way I can make it up to you, but maybe there’s some way we can still be friends.” He hands them the cigarette, taking a drag of his own.
“Heh. Maybe.” Rio pops the cigarette in their mouth and eats it nonchalantly. “Ew. How do you mortals stand these things?”
He chuckles, looking at them “You’re supposed to smoke it, and I don’t even really like em anymore, more an addiction than anythin.”
Riotan is at the bar, looking morose and dramatic.
Sparrow walks into the bar, he’s stuffed two napkins where he’s been shot. He orders himself and Riotan a drink, not looking to him, but saying “I saw you run after that sniper, thanks fer that. This the least I can do I return.”
Riotan whispers something in Abyssal and raises his head, taking a swig. “Wasn’t about you.” He mutters.
He drops the drink, ordering another “Don’t care, you did me a favor, I owe ya.” He says, ordering drink after drink, barely taking the time to choke.
“What, you got a vendetta against your liver?” Rio chuckles.
He looks to the drinks “I’ve got lots of vendettas, you got a vendetta against me?” He puts the mug on the counter “No better time to talk about this then now, you’ve been watching me, why?”
Riotan sighs, not speaking for a while. “...for her.”
He nods slowly, lighting them both cigarettes “Sorry bout that, I know there ain’t no way I can make it up to you, but maybe there’s some way we can still be friends.” He hands them the cigarette, taking a drag of his own.
“Heh. Maybe.” Rio pops the cigarette in their mouth and eats it nonchalantly. “Ew. How do you mortals stand these things?”
He chuckles, looking at them “You’re supposed to smoke it, and I don’t even really like em anymore, more an addiction than anythin.”
“Fair enough.”
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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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*Sounds like a bomb afternoon, I’m just chillin with my family, working out, you know how it is.*
*That's a neat idea. I might use that. I'll post the item a bit later.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Riotan whispers something in Abyssal and raises his head, taking a swig. “Wasn’t about you.” He mutters.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oki :D*
*Oh and, I only think it’s half my fault 60% of your characters fall in love with mine. Maybe 80% my fault.*
He wipes the alcohol that leaks from his mouth with a sleeve “That depends… are you trying to find out~”
*anyone else want to rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He drops the drink, ordering another “Don’t care, you did me a favor, I owe ya.” He says, ordering drink after drink, barely taking the time to choke.
“What, you got a vendetta against your liver?” Rio chuckles.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks to the drinks “I’ve got lots of vendettas, you got a vendetta against me?” He puts the mug on the counter “No better time to talk about this then now, you’ve been watching me, why?”
Riotan sighs, not speaking for a while. “...for her.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*How is that my fault, I mean I know I’m charming, but be for real, Domino did it to herself.*
He looks at him with piercing red eyes, “James, James Kereso. I’ve always enjoyed curious creatures, after all, who’d find anything else out otherwise?” He says, leaning forward to their level.
*active characters for if any of y'all wanna rp :>*
Constant is in the library, reading a book on different species from tabaxi to aasimar
Tycho is sat on a rooftop, thinking
Georgie is in the market, buying supplies for something
He nods slowly, lighting them both cigarettes “Sorry bout that, I know there ain’t no way I can make it up to you, but maybe there’s some way we can still be friends.” He hands them the cigarette, taking a drag of his own.
“Heh. Maybe.” Rio pops the cigarette in their mouth and eats it nonchalantly. “Ew. How do you mortals stand these things?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He chuckles, looking at them “You’re supposed to smoke it, and I don’t even really like em anymore, more an addiction than anythin.”
Thirteen is also in the library, writing enthusiastically.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, looking up at the stars.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Fair enough.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.