*I'm gonna try and bring in my character now. They have a homebrew subclass, which I'll post as soon as I have it plugged into DDB*
Sounds cool, what is it?
*The survivor of an eldritch, semi-apocalyptic event that destroyed a magically advanced city. They made a deal with a nightmare monster and created a cult to keep people sane.*
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
*I'm gonna try and bring in my character now. They have a homebrew subclass, which I'll post as soon as I have it plugged into DDB*
Sounds cool, what is it?
*The survivor of an eldritch, semi-apocalyptic event that destroyed a magically advanced city. They made a deal with a nightmare monster and created a cult to keep people sane.*
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
*All right then*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie and black vest. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk into the inn.
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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.
*I'm gonna try and bring in my character now. They have a homebrew subclass, which I'll post as soon as I have it plugged into DDB*
Sounds cool, what is it?
*The survivor of an eldritch, semi-apocalyptic event that destroyed a magically advanced city. They made a deal with a nightmare monster and created a cult to keep people sane.*
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
*All right then*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie and black vest. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk into the inn.
Drake steps back from the wood, and seeing these people in alliance with ghouls, raises his hands in a stance, and they light with blue fire. He now has a strong aura of blue flame and is sending waves of heat. He speaks, his voice booming over the tavern, intimidating them to a point of slight fear. “STATE YOUR PURPOSE HERE”
*I'm gonna try and bring in my character now. They have a homebrew subclass, which I'll post as soon as I have it plugged into DDB*
Sounds cool, what is it?
*The survivor of an eldritch, semi-apocalyptic event that destroyed a magically advanced city. They made a deal with a nightmare monster and created a cult to keep people sane.*
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
*All right then*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie and black vest. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk into the inn.
Drake steps back from the wood, and seeing these people in alliance with ghouls, raises his hands in a stance, and they light with blue fire. He now has a strong aura of blue flame and is sending waves of heat. He speaks, his voice booming over the tavern, intimidating them to a point of slight fear. “STATE YOUR PURPOSE HERE”
"We are simply refugees," says the leader, calmly. "We mean no harm to anyone here. The ghouls were simply... convenient."
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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.
*I'm gonna try and bring in my character now. They have a homebrew subclass, which I'll post as soon as I have it plugged into DDB*
Sounds cool, what is it?
*The survivor of an eldritch, semi-apocalyptic event that destroyed a magically advanced city. They made a deal with a nightmare monster and created a cult to keep people sane.*
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
*All right then*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie and black vest. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk into the inn.
Drake steps back from the wood, and seeing these people in alliance with ghouls, raises his hands in a stance, and they light with blue fire. He now has a strong aura of blue flame and is sending waves of heat. He speaks, his voice booming over the tavern, intimidating them to a point of slight fear. “STATE YOUR PURPOSE HERE”
"We are simply refugees," says the leader, calmly. "We mean no harm to anyone here. The ghouls were simply... convenient."
The flames subside. “You look unwell. I will have drinks and food in a moment. In the meantime, Go upstairs. Find room 55, it will suit you until we can get you private rooms” He then teleports to the kitchen as a wave of leaves floats in front of him.
*I'm gonna try and bring in my character now. They have a homebrew subclass, which I'll post as soon as I have it plugged into DDB*
Sounds cool, what is it?
*The survivor of an eldritch, semi-apocalyptic event that destroyed a magically advanced city. They made a deal with a nightmare monster and created a cult to keep people sane.*
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
*All right then*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie and black vest. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk into the inn.
Drake steps back from the wood, and seeing these people in alliance with ghouls, raises his hands in a stance, and they light with blue fire. He now has a strong aura of blue flame and is sending waves of heat. He speaks, his voice booming over the tavern, intimidating them to a point of slight fear. “STATE YOUR PURPOSE HERE”
"We are simply refugees," says the leader, calmly. "We mean no harm to anyone here. The ghouls were simply... convenient."
The flames subside. “You look unwell. I will have drinks and food in a moment. In the meantime, Go upstairs. Find room 55, it will suit you until we can get you private rooms” He then teleports to the kitchen as a wave of leaves floats in front of him.
"We've actually made it." The leader seems bewildered. "Praise the Dreamer!"
"Praise the Dreamer!" come the exhausted shouts of the flock.
And with that, the thirteen files in.
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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.
*I'm gonna try and bring in my character now. They have a homebrew subclass, which I'll post as soon as I have it plugged into DDB*
Sounds cool, what is it?
*The survivor of an eldritch, semi-apocalyptic event that destroyed a magically advanced city. They made a deal with a nightmare monster and created a cult to keep people sane.*
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
*All right then*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie and black vest. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk into the inn.
Drake steps back from the wood, and seeing these people in alliance with ghouls, raises his hands in a stance, and they light with blue fire. He now has a strong aura of blue flame and is sending waves of heat. He speaks, his voice booming over the tavern, intimidating them to a point of slight fear. “STATE YOUR PURPOSE HERE”
"We are simply refugees," says the leader, calmly. "We mean no harm to anyone here. The ghouls were simply... convenient."
The flames subside. “You look unwell. I will have drinks and food in a moment. In the meantime, Go upstairs. Find room 55, it will suit you until we can get you private rooms” He then teleports to the kitchen as a wave of leaves floats in front of him.
"We've actually made it." The leader seems bewildered. "Praise the Dreamer!"
"Praise the Dreamer!" come the exhausted shouts of the flock.
And with that, the thirteen files in.
Room 55, upon entry is a room about the size of a modern size basketball field. There are 13 beds, on each one there is a chocolate box and a pile of clothes, stylized and sized to fit whoever uses that bed. Drake teleports outside the room. “This room is designed so only the people with its permission can enter it. Meaning your perfectly safe in this room. As you saw, I couldn’t even teleport into it” He pats the doorframe and walks in. He waves his hand, and a table filled with a mountain of seafood snacks. Oyster, mussel, lobster, crab, scallops, shrimp, all that stuff, as well as several pitchers of lemonade and beer.
*Speaking of which Nikolai the inventing stuff is cool and I really like it but just don’t let it get too out of hand for the time period, it’s just for the aesthetics*
*Ofc. Ain't about to bring a B52 Bomber into this place, lol*
*I'm gonna try and bring in my character now. They have a homebrew subclass, which I'll post as soon as I have it plugged into DDB*
Sounds cool, what is it?
*The survivor of an eldritch, semi-apocalyptic event that destroyed a magically advanced city. They made a deal with a nightmare monster and created a cult to keep people sane.*
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
*All right then*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie and black vest. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk into the inn.
Drake steps back from the wood, and seeing these people in alliance with ghouls, raises his hands in a stance, and they light with blue fire. He now has a strong aura of blue flame and is sending waves of heat. He speaks, his voice booming over the tavern, intimidating them to a point of slight fear. “STATE YOUR PURPOSE HERE”
"We are simply refugees," says the leader, calmly. "We mean no harm to anyone here. The ghouls were simply... convenient."
The flames subside. “You look unwell. I will have drinks and food in a moment. In the meantime, Go upstairs. Find room 55, it will suit you until we can get you private rooms” He then teleports to the kitchen as a wave of leaves floats in front of him.
"We've actually made it." The leader seems bewildered. "Praise the Dreamer!"
"Praise the Dreamer!" come the exhausted shouts of the flock.
And with that, the thirteen files in.
Room 55, upon entry is a room about the size of a modern size basketball field. There are 13 beds, on each one there is a chocolate box and a pile of clothes, stylized and sized to fit whoever uses that bed. Drake teleports outside the room. “This room is designed so only the people with its permission can enter it. Meaning your perfectly safe in this room. As you saw, I couldn’t even teleport into it” He pats the doorframe and walks in. He waves his hand, and a table filled with a mountain of seafood snacks. Oyster, mussel, lobster, crab, scallops, shrimp, all that stuff, as well as several pitchers of lemonade and beer.
"Thank you very much, kind sir." The leader helps all of his followers get settled. He then goes downstairs, makes sure none of his group is watching, and then lays his face on a table and orders a stiff drink.
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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.
*I'm gonna try and bring in my character now. They have a homebrew subclass, which I'll post as soon as I have it plugged into DDB*
Sounds cool, what is it?
*The survivor of an eldritch, semi-apocalyptic event that destroyed a magically advanced city. They made a deal with a nightmare monster and created a cult to keep people sane.*
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
*All right then*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie and black vest. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk into the inn.
Drake steps back from the wood, and seeing these people in alliance with ghouls, raises his hands in a stance, and they light with blue fire. He now has a strong aura of blue flame and is sending waves of heat. He speaks, his voice booming over the tavern, intimidating them to a point of slight fear. “STATE YOUR PURPOSE HERE”
"We are simply refugees," says the leader, calmly. "We mean no harm to anyone here. The ghouls were simply... convenient."
The flames subside. “You look unwell. I will have drinks and food in a moment. In the meantime, Go upstairs. Find room 55, it will suit you until we can get you private rooms” He then teleports to the kitchen as a wave of leaves floats in front of him.
"We've actually made it." The leader seems bewildered. "Praise the Dreamer!"
"Praise the Dreamer!" come the exhausted shouts of the flock.
And with that, the thirteen files in.
Room 55, upon entry is a room about the size of a modern size basketball field. There are 13 beds, on each one there is a chocolate box and a pile of clothes, stylized and sized to fit whoever uses that bed. Drake teleports outside the room. “This room is designed so only the people with its permission can enter it. Meaning your perfectly safe in this room. As you saw, I couldn’t even teleport into it” He pats the doorframe and walks in. He waves his hand, and a table filled with a mountain of seafood snacks. Oyster, mussel, lobster, crab, scallops, shrimp, all that stuff, as well as several pitchers of lemonade and beer.
"Thank you very much, kind sir." The leader helps all of his followers get settled. He then goes downstairs, makes sure none of his group is watching, and then lays his face on a table and orders a stiff drink.
The door shuts when he leaves. Drake serves him a beer and bowl of olives. "Something got you down soldier? Ha! I'm only pulling your tail, What happened to you and your crew?"
*I'm gonna try and bring in my character now. They have a homebrew subclass, which I'll post as soon as I have it plugged into DDB*
Sounds cool, what is it?
*The survivor of an eldritch, semi-apocalyptic event that destroyed a magically advanced city. They made a deal with a nightmare monster and created a cult to keep people sane.*
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
*All right then*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie and black vest. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk into the inn.
Drake steps back from the wood, and seeing these people in alliance with ghouls, raises his hands in a stance, and they light with blue fire. He now has a strong aura of blue flame and is sending waves of heat. He speaks, his voice booming over the tavern, intimidating them to a point of slight fear. “STATE YOUR PURPOSE HERE”
"We are simply refugees," says the leader, calmly. "We mean no harm to anyone here. The ghouls were simply... convenient."
The flames subside. “You look unwell. I will have drinks and food in a moment. In the meantime, Go upstairs. Find room 55, it will suit you until we can get you private rooms” He then teleports to the kitchen as a wave of leaves floats in front of him.
"We've actually made it." The leader seems bewildered. "Praise the Dreamer!"
"Praise the Dreamer!" come the exhausted shouts of the flock.
And with that, the thirteen files in.
Room 55, upon entry is a room about the size of a modern size basketball field. There are 13 beds, on each one there is a chocolate box and a pile of clothes, stylized and sized to fit whoever uses that bed. Drake teleports outside the room. “This room is designed so only the people with its permission can enter it. Meaning your perfectly safe in this room. As you saw, I couldn’t even teleport into it” He pats the doorframe and walks in. He waves his hand, and a table filled with a mountain of seafood snacks. Oyster, mussel, lobster, crab, scallops, shrimp, all that stuff, as well as several pitchers of lemonade and beer.
"Thank you very much, kind sir." The leader helps all of his followers get settled. He then goes downstairs, makes sure none of his group is watching, and then lays his face on a table and orders a stiff drink.
The door shuts when he leaves. Drake serves him a beer and bowl of olives. "Something got you down soldier? Ha! I'm only pulling your tail, What happened to you and your crew?"
"They aren't soldiers, and neither am I. We almost weren't even survivors."
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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.
*I'm gonna try and bring in my character now. They have a homebrew subclass, which I'll post as soon as I have it plugged into DDB*
Sounds cool, what is it?
*The survivor of an eldritch, semi-apocalyptic event that destroyed a magically advanced city. They made a deal with a nightmare monster and created a cult to keep people sane.*
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
*All right then*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie and black vest. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk into the inn.
Drake steps back from the wood, and seeing these people in alliance with ghouls, raises his hands in a stance, and they light with blue fire. He now has a strong aura of blue flame and is sending waves of heat. He speaks, his voice booming over the tavern, intimidating them to a point of slight fear. “STATE YOUR PURPOSE HERE”
"We are simply refugees," says the leader, calmly. "We mean no harm to anyone here. The ghouls were simply... convenient."
The flames subside. “You look unwell. I will have drinks and food in a moment. In the meantime, Go upstairs. Find room 55, it will suit you until we can get you private rooms” He then teleports to the kitchen as a wave of leaves floats in front of him.
"We've actually made it." The leader seems bewildered. "Praise the Dreamer!"
"Praise the Dreamer!" come the exhausted shouts of the flock.
And with that, the thirteen files in.
Room 55, upon entry is a room about the size of a modern size basketball field. There are 13 beds, on each one there is a chocolate box and a pile of clothes, stylized and sized to fit whoever uses that bed. Drake teleports outside the room. “This room is designed so only the people with its permission can enter it. Meaning your perfectly safe in this room. As you saw, I couldn’t even teleport into it” He pats the doorframe and walks in. He waves his hand, and a table filled with a mountain of seafood snacks. Oyster, mussel, lobster, crab, scallops, shrimp, all that stuff, as well as several pitchers of lemonade and beer.
"Thank you very much, kind sir." The leader helps all of his followers get settled. He then goes downstairs, makes sure none of his group is watching, and then lays his face on a table and orders a stiff drink.
The door shuts when he leaves. Drake serves him a beer and bowl of olives. "Something got you down soldier? Ha! I'm only pulling your tail, What happened to you and your crew?"
"They aren't soldiers, and neither am I. We almost weren't even survivors."
"I can tell a soldier from a survivor, sir." Drake sits down on a chair that wasn't there before. "Where ya from?"
"I can tell a soldier from a survivor, sir." Drake sits down on a chair that wasn't there before. "Where ya from?"
*Don't mind me, just resetting the quote chain.*
*thanks*
Screamer has finished making a huge bowl of spaghetti, some soft garlic breadsticks, and multiple flavors of gelato. He adds it to the menu (there is a menu, right).
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"I can tell a soldier from a survivor, sir." Drake sits down on a chair that wasn't there before. "Where ya from?"
*Don't mind me, just resetting the quote chain.*
*thanks*
Screamer has finished making a huge bowl of spaghetti, some soft garlic breadsticks, and multiple flavors of gelato. He adds it to the menu (there is a menu, right).
Drake looks in surprise at the meal. “Holy frijole!” He grabs a garlic bread, dips it in some ranch that he created, and stuffs it in his mouth.
"I can tell a soldier from a survivor, sir." Drake sits down on a chair that wasn't there before. "Where ya from?"
*Don't mind me, just resetting the quote chain.*
*thanks*
Screamer has finished making a huge bowl of spaghetti, some soft garlic breadsticks, and multiple flavors of gelato. He adds it to the menu (there is a menu, right).
Drake looks in surprise at the meal. “Holy frijole!” He grabs a garlic bread, dips it in some ranch that he created, and stuffs it in his mouth.
"How is it?" Screamer asks, serving himself some strawberry flavored gelato.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"I can tell a soldier from a survivor, sir." Drake sits down on a chair that wasn't there before. "Where ya from?"
*Don't mind me, just resetting the quote chain.*
*thanks*
Screamer has finished making a huge bowl of spaghetti, some soft garlic breadsticks, and multiple flavors of gelato. He adds it to the menu (there is a menu, right).
Drake looks in surprise at the meal. “Holy frijole!” He grabs a garlic bread, dips it in some ranch that he created, and stuffs it in his mouth.
"How is it?" Screamer asks, serving himself some strawberry flavored gelato.
“Really good.” He drinks a beer and puts his feet up. “Ever made chocolate?”
"I can tell a soldier from a survivor, sir." Drake sits down on a chair that wasn't there before. "Where ya from?"
*Don't mind me, just resetting the quote chain.*
*thanks*
Screamer has finished making a huge bowl of spaghetti, some soft garlic breadsticks, and multiple flavors of gelato. He adds it to the menu (there is a menu, right).
Drake looks in surprise at the meal. “Holy frijole!” He grabs a garlic bread, dips it in some ranch that he created, and stuffs it in his mouth.
"How is it?" Screamer asks, serving himself some strawberry flavored gelato.
“Really good.” He drinks a beer and puts his feet up. “Ever made chocolate?”
"I can tell a soldier from a survivor, sir." Drake sits down on a chair that wasn't there before. "Where ya from?"
*Don't mind me, just resetting the quote chain.*
*thanks*
Screamer has finished making a huge bowl of spaghetti, some soft garlic breadsticks, and multiple flavors of gelato. He adds it to the menu (there is a menu, right).
Drake looks in surprise at the meal. “Holy frijole!” He grabs a garlic bread, dips it in some ranch that he created, and stuffs it in his mouth.
"How is it?" Screamer asks, serving himself some strawberry flavored gelato.
“Really good.” He drinks a beer and puts his feet up. “Ever made chocolate?”
"No, I haven't."
Drake sits up lightning fast, almost knocking over his beer, he puts his hands on Screamers shoulder and they are teleported to a jungle. “We need to find coco beans…”
"I can tell a soldier from a survivor, sir." Drake sits down on a chair that wasn't there before. "Where ya from?"
*Don't mind me, just resetting the quote chain.*
*thanks*
Screamer has finished making a huge bowl of spaghetti, some soft garlic breadsticks, and multiple flavors of gelato. He adds it to the menu (there is a menu, right).
Drake looks in surprise at the meal. “Holy frijole!” He grabs a garlic bread, dips it in some ranch that he created, and stuffs it in his mouth.
"How is it?" Screamer asks, serving himself some strawberry flavored gelato.
“Really good.” He drinks a beer and puts his feet up. “Ever made chocolate?”
"No, I haven't."
Drake sits up lightning fast, almost knocking over his beer, he puts his hands on Screamers shoulder and they are teleported to a jungle. “We need to find coco beans…”
Screamer looks around. "Ooh, this is nice." He takes a deep breath of the fresh air. "Alright, and where exactly should we look?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Sounds cool, bring him in! Do something dramatic and big*
Back in black baby
*All right then*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie and black vest. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk into the inn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Drake steps back from the wood, and seeing these people in alliance with ghouls, raises his hands in a stance, and they light with blue fire. He now has a strong aura of blue flame and is sending waves of heat. He speaks, his voice booming over the tavern, intimidating them to a point of slight fear. “STATE YOUR PURPOSE HERE”
Back in black baby
"We are simply refugees," says the leader, calmly. "We mean no harm to anyone here. The ghouls were simply... convenient."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The flames subside. “You look unwell. I will have drinks and food in a moment. In the meantime, Go upstairs. Find room 55, it will suit you until we can get you private rooms” He then teleports to the kitchen as a wave of leaves floats in front of him.
Back in black baby
"We've actually made it." The leader seems bewildered. "Praise the Dreamer!"
"Praise the Dreamer!" come the exhausted shouts of the flock.
And with that, the thirteen files in.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Room 55, upon entry is a room about the size of a modern size basketball field. There are 13 beds, on each one there is a chocolate box and a pile of clothes, stylized and sized to fit whoever uses that bed. Drake teleports outside the room. “This room is designed so only the people with its permission can enter it. Meaning your perfectly safe in this room. As you saw, I couldn’t even teleport into it” He pats the doorframe and walks in. He waves his hand, and a table filled with a mountain of seafood snacks. Oyster, mussel, lobster, crab, scallops, shrimp, all that stuff, as well as several pitchers of lemonade and beer.
Back in black baby
*Ofc. Ain't about to bring a B52 Bomber into this place, lol*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Thank you very much, kind sir." The leader helps all of his followers get settled. He then goes downstairs, makes sure none of his group is watching, and then lays his face on a table and orders a stiff drink.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The door shuts when he leaves. Drake serves him a beer and bowl of olives. "Something got you down soldier? Ha! I'm only pulling your tail, What happened to you and your crew?"
Back in black baby
"They aren't soldiers, and neither am I. We almost weren't even survivors."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I can tell a soldier from a survivor, sir." Drake sits down on a chair that wasn't there before. "Where ya from?"
Back in black baby
*Don't mind me, just resetting the quote chain.*
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
*thanks*
Screamer has finished making a huge bowl of spaghetti, some soft garlic breadsticks, and multiple flavors of gelato. He adds it to the menu (there is a menu, right).
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Drake looks in surprise at the meal. “Holy frijole!” He grabs a garlic bread, dips it in some ranch that he created, and stuffs it in his mouth.
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"How is it?" Screamer asks, serving himself some strawberry flavored gelato.
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“Really good.” He drinks a beer and puts his feet up. “Ever made chocolate?”
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"No, I haven't."
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Drake sits up lightning fast, almost knocking over his beer, he puts his hands on Screamers shoulder and they are teleported to a jungle. “We need to find coco beans…”
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Screamer looks around. "Ooh, this is nice." He takes a deep breath of the fresh air. "Alright, and where exactly should we look?"
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