The dog is suddenly paralyzed as a rose sprouts from the point where the ax hit, "Are you sure you want this creature to die." He raises the axe again preparing for a killing blow
A Young man walks into the tavern. He is around 6'0 with pale skin, short brown hair that kicks up in the front, and glowing orange eyes. He wears a long brown trench coat with golden buttons, a long-sleeved black sweater under that, long brown slacks, worn brown boots with golden buckles, a dark green gas-mask around his neck with clear lenses, thick black gloves, a small journal in one hand, and mithral goggles on top of his head.
A black raven-like creature sits on his shoulder. It has the same glowing orange eyes, a long beak with humanoid teeth in it which gives the impression that its smiling, a d thick glossy black feather.
The man and the raven sits down at a table, books seem to instantly appear on the table and open themselves up to the man.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He is around 6'0 with pale skin, short brown hair that kicks up in the front, and glowing orange eyes. He wears a long brown trench coat with golden buttons, a long-sleeved black sweater under that, long brown slacks, worn brown boots with golden buckles, a dark green gas-mask around his neck with clear lenses, thick black gloves, a small journal in one hand, and mithral goggles on top of his head.
A black raven-like creature sits on his shoulder. It has the same glowing orange eyes, a long beak with humanoid teeth in it which gives the impression that its smiling, a d thick glossy black feather.
The man and the raven sits down at a table, books seem to instantly appear on the table and open themselves up to the man.
The ever-smiling, recently bandaged innkeeper gestures to his masked assistant to greet the man.
"H-hello, sir," stutters the assistant. "What may we get for you today, other th-than the safety of this f-fine t-t-tavern."
A Young man walks into the tavern. He is around 6'0 with pale skin, short brown hair that kicks up in the front, and glowing orange eyes. He wears a long brown trench coat with golden buttons, a long-sleeved black sweater under that, long brown slacks, worn brown boots with golden buckles, a dark green gas-mask around his neck with clear lenses, thick black gloves, a small journal in one hand, and mithral goggles on top of his head.
A black raven-like creature sits on his shoulder. It has the same glowing orange eyes, a long beak with humanoid teeth in it which gives the impression that its smiling, a d thick glossy black feather.
The man and the raven sits down at a table, books seem to instantly appear on the table and open themselves up to the man.
The ever-smiling, recently bandaged innkeeper gestures to his masked assistant to greet the man.
"H-hello, sir," stutters the assistant. "What may we get for you today, other th-than the safety of this f-fine t-t-tavern."
The man tilts his head "Stuttering hm?" he askes and examines the assistant "Do you suffer from it normally?"
A Young man walks into the tavern. He is around 6'0 with pale skin, short brown hair that kicks up in the front, and glowing orange eyes. He wears a long brown trench coat with golden buttons, a long-sleeved black sweater under that, long brown slacks, worn brown boots with golden buckles, a dark green gas-mask around his neck with clear lenses, thick black gloves, a small journal in one hand, and mithral goggles on top of his head.
A black raven-like creature sits on his shoulder. It has the same glowing orange eyes, a long beak with humanoid teeth in it which gives the impression that its smiling, a d thick glossy black feather.
The man and the raven sits down at a table, books seem to instantly appear on the table and open themselves up to the man.
The ever-smiling, recently bandaged innkeeper gestures to his masked assistant to greet the man.
"H-hello, sir," stutters the assistant. "What may we get for you today, other th-than the safety of this f-fine t-t-tavern."
The man tilts his head "Stuttering hm?" he askes and examines the assistant "Do you suffer from it normally?"
"Uh, yes sir," he says, looking back at the innkeeper, who urges him on. "Are you an a-adventurer, or just a weary trav-traveler?"
A Young man walks into the tavern. He is around 6'0 with pale skin, short brown hair that kicks up in the front, and glowing orange eyes. He wears a long brown trench coat with golden buttons, a long-sleeved black sweater under that, long brown slacks, worn brown boots with golden buckles, a dark green gas-mask around his neck with clear lenses, thick black gloves, a small journal in one hand, and mithral goggles on top of his head.
A black raven-like creature sits on his shoulder. It has the same glowing orange eyes, a long beak with humanoid teeth in it which gives the impression that its smiling, a d thick glossy black feather.
The man and the raven sits down at a table, books seem to instantly appear on the table and open themselves up to the man.
The ever-smiling, recently bandaged innkeeper gestures to his masked assistant to greet the man.
"H-hello, sir," stutters the assistant. "What may we get for you today, other th-than the safety of this f-fine t-t-tavern."
The man tilts his head "Stuttering hm?" he askes and examines the assistant "Do you suffer from it normally?"
"Uh, yes sir," he says, looking back at the innkeeper, who urges him on. "Are you an a-adventurer, or just a weary trav-traveler?"
"An alchemist" he said "But i suppose you could call me a adventurer". he waved a hand then sat down "Sit with me for a few"
"O-okay, but... y'know, I'm al-also the waiter, so, there's that." He looks at the innkeeper, then looks back to the alchemist. "S-sure."
He sets down a bag and rummages through it "I had something in here....ah here it is!!" he pulls out a small bottle with milky white liquids that naturally bubbles like its carbonated.
"O-okay, but... y'know, I'm al-also the waiter, so, there's that." He looks at the innkeeper, then looks back to the alchemist. "S-sure."
He sets down a bag and rummages through it "I had something in here....ah here it is!!" he pulls out a small bottle with milky white liquids that naturally bubbles like its carbonated.
"Er, that looks..." the assistant pauses to think for a moment. "...fine, actually."
"O-okay, but... y'know, I'm al-also the waiter, so, there's that." He looks at the innkeeper, then looks back to the alchemist. "S-sure."
He sets down a bag and rummages through it "I had something in here....ah here it is!!" he pulls out a small bottle with milky white liquids that naturally bubbles like its carbonated.
"Er, that looks..." the assistant pauses to think for a moment. "...fine, actually."
"Its a special little potion i made. It suppresses humanoid-based issues for a bit, Migraines, Hiccups, stuttering in your case."
"O-okay, but... y'know, I'm al-also the waiter, so, there's that." He looks at the innkeeper, then looks back to the alchemist. "S-sure."
He sets down a bag and rummages through it "I had something in here....ah here it is!!" he pulls out a small bottle with milky white liquids that naturally bubbles like its carbonated.
"Er, that looks..." the assistant pauses to think for a moment. "...fine, actually."
"Its a special little potion i made. It suppresses humanoid-based issues for a bit, Migraines, Hiccups, stuttering in your case."
"Oh, t-thank you! But, I, uh, don't t-think I could afford that. I can barely afford normal m-medicine as it is, a-and my stutter isn't s-so bad."
"O-okay, but... y'know, I'm al-also the waiter, so, there's that." He looks at the innkeeper, then looks back to the alchemist. "S-sure."
He sets down a bag and rummages through it "I had something in here....ah here it is!!" he pulls out a small bottle with milky white liquids that naturally bubbles like its carbonated.
"Er, that looks..." the assistant pauses to think for a moment. "...fine, actually."
"Its a special little potion i made. It suppresses humanoid-based issues for a bit, Migraines, Hiccups, stuttering in your case."
"Oh, t-thank you! But, I, uh, don't t-think I could afford that. I can barely afford normal m-medicine as it is, a-and my stutter isn't s-so bad."
"Here, free of charge" he said and grinned "I make them all the time for my headaches"
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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
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He swings the axe downwards, the dog needs to make a constitution save
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Con save: 4
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The dog is suddenly paralyzed as a rose sprouts from the point where the ax hit, "Are you sure you want this creature to die." He raises the axe again preparing for a killing blow
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Yes! Hopefully the health inspector won't remember this..." He starts moving the unconscious person out of the kitchen.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He stares at the dog sadly, "I'm sorry, see you in hell." and cuts its head off before helping to drag the bodies outside.
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(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*I gotta go. Bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Byeeee!!!*
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(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
The assistant is helping the chef grind up the rat-dogs into rat dogs while the Innkeeper positions the unconscious health inspector at a table.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*interesting ! Ill join this*
A Young man walks into the tavern. He is around 6'0 with pale skin, short brown hair that kicks up in the front, and glowing orange eyes. He wears a long brown trench coat with golden buttons, a long-sleeved black sweater under that, long brown slacks, worn brown boots with golden buckles, a dark green gas-mask around his neck with clear lenses, thick black gloves, a small journal in one hand, and mithral goggles on top of his head.
A black raven-like creature sits on his shoulder. It has the same glowing orange eyes, a long beak with humanoid teeth in it which gives the impression that its smiling, a d thick glossy black feather.
The man and the raven sits down at a table, books seem to instantly appear on the table and open themselves up to the man.
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
*This is a really cool thread.*
The ever-smiling, recently bandaged innkeeper gestures to his masked assistant to greet the man.
"H-hello, sir," stutters the assistant. "What may we get for you today, other th-than the safety of this f-fine t-t-tavern."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The man tilts his head "Stuttering hm?" he askes and examines the assistant "Do you suffer from it normally?"
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
*Thank you!*
"Uh, yes sir," he says, looking back at the innkeeper, who urges him on. "Are you an a-adventurer, or just a weary trav-traveler?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"An alchemist" he said "But i suppose you could call me a adventurer". he waved a hand then sat down "Sit with me for a few"
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
"O-okay, but... y'know, I'm al-also the waiter, so, there's that." He looks at the innkeeper, then looks back to the alchemist. "S-sure."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sets down a bag and rummages through it "I had something in here....ah here it is!!" he pulls out a small bottle with milky white liquids that naturally bubbles like its carbonated.
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
"Er, that looks..." the assistant pauses to think for a moment. "...fine, actually."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Its a special little potion i made. It suppresses humanoid-based issues for a bit, Migraines, Hiccups, stuttering in your case."
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
"Oh, t-thank you! But, I, uh, don't t-think I could afford that. I can barely afford normal m-medicine as it is, a-and my stutter isn't s-so bad."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Here, free of charge" he said and grinned "I make them all the time for my headaches"
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