Stroth picks up a bottle of some sort of white powdered metal before staring at it. Sparks seem to form in the bottle, he quickly runs outside and throws it as far as he can, it explodes in mid-air.
What looks like a shadow takes a step through the door, upon closer inspection, it's a rather small bugbear (small by bugbear standards) at 5'8. His fur and skin is a deep onyx black, and his eyes have a slight orange tinge to them. He wears black leather clothing under loose black velvet clothing, all under a black hooded cloak. On his shoulder is a longbow made of black wood, and a quiver of arrows on the other side.
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Stroth picks up a bottle of some sort of white powdered metal before staring at it. Sparks seem to form in the bottle, he quickly runs outside and throws it as far as he can, it explodes in mid-air.
"Wow!" says the assistant, wiping some unknown fluid onto his hand towel. "I can see why we don't see many alchemists around here."
Stroth picks up a bottle of some sort of white powdered metal before staring at it. Sparks seem to form in the bottle, he quickly runs outside and throws it as far as he can, it explodes in mid-air.
"Wow!" says the assistant, wiping some unknown fluid onto his hand towel. "I can see why we don't see many alchemists around here."
"I killed the competition" the alchemist says with a serious face before it gives way to a smile "I joke, i swear!"
What looks like a shadow takes a step through the door, upon closer inspection, it's a rather small bugbear (small by bugbear standards) at 5'8. His fur and skin is a deep onyx black, and his eyes have a slight orange tinge to them. He wears black leather clothing under loose black velvet clothing, all under a black hooded cloak. On his shoulder is a longbow made of black wood, and a quiver of arrows on the other side.
The grinning innkeeper looks up from his "work." He tilts his head at the newcomer for a moment, then seems to realize what they are.
"Looks like someone walked afoul of the Dark Circle. Anything I - and by that I mean my assistant - can get you?"
What looks like a shadow takes a step through the door, upon closer inspection, it's a rather small bugbear (small by bugbear standards) at 5'8. His fur and skin is a deep onyx black, and his eyes have a slight orange tinge to them. He wears black leather clothing under loose black velvet clothing, all under a black hooded cloak. On his shoulder is a longbow made of black wood, and a quiver of arrows on the other side.
The grinning innkeeper looks up from his "work." He tilts his head at the newcomer for a moment, then seems to realize what they are.
"Looks like someone walked afoul of the Dark Circle. Anything I - and by that I mean my assistant - can get you?"
The bugbear walks over to the bar and sits. "Just some soup with bread is fine." His voice is surprisingly soft.
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What looks like a shadow takes a step through the door, upon closer inspection, it's a rather small bugbear (small by bugbear standards) at 5'8. His fur and skin is a deep onyx black, and his eyes have a slight orange tinge to them. He wears black leather clothing under loose black velvet clothing, all under a black hooded cloak. On his shoulder is a longbow made of black wood, and a quiver of arrows on the other side.
The grinning innkeeper looks up from his "work." He tilts his head at the newcomer for a moment, then seems to realize what they are.
"Looks like someone walked afoul of the Dark Circle. Anything I - and by that I mean my assistant - can get you?"
The bugbear walks over to the bar and sits. "Just some soup with bread is fine." His voice is surprisingly soft.
What looks like a shadow takes a step through the door, upon closer inspection, it's a rather small bugbear (small by bugbear standards) at 5'8. His fur and skin is a deep onyx black, and his eyes have a slight orange tinge to them. He wears black leather clothing under loose black velvet clothing, all under a black hooded cloak. On his shoulder is a longbow made of black wood, and a quiver of arrows on the other side.
The grinning innkeeper looks up from his "work." He tilts his head at the newcomer for a moment, then seems to realize what they are.
"Looks like someone walked afoul of the Dark Circle. Anything I - and by that I mean my assistant - can get you?"
The bugbear walks over to the bar and sits. "Just some soup with bread is fine." His voice is surprisingly soft.
The assistant nods and brings your order.
He nodded his thanks and got to eating.
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The innkeeper mutters a string of curses under his breath and ducks under the counter.
The bugbear looks over from his spot. "What happened?"
"The rats! They bypassed the basement! They must have realized that Warly was too strong for them, and went around!" The Innkeeper draws a gas-fueled rifle from under the counter. "They may get my customers, but this inn will stand!"
The innkeeper mutters a string of curses under his breath and ducks under the counter.
The bugbear looks over from his spot. "What happened?"
"The rats! They bypassed the basement! They must have realized that Warly was too strong for them, and went around!" The Innkeeper draws a gas-fueled rifle from under the counter. "They may get my customers, but this inn will stand!"
"Because no one else will hire us." He mutters.
"Would you like some help?"
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The innkeeper mutters a string of curses under his breath and ducks under the counter.
The bugbear looks over from his spot. "What happened?"
"The rats! They bypassed the basement! They must have realized that Warly was too strong for them, and went around!" The Innkeeper draws a gas-fueled rifle from under the counter. "They may get my customers, but this inn will stand!"
"Because no one else will hire us." He mutters.
"Would you like some help?"
"Oh, finally someone offers to help! Sorry, YES!"
A disgusting, dog-sized creature rushes through the front door, drenched in gore, with a humanoid finger stuck in its teeth.
The Innkeeper fires a shot directly into the thing's head. It stops, but judging by it's growling and thrashing, it's as alive as it ever was.
The innkeeper mutters a string of curses under his breath and ducks under the counter.
The bugbear looks over from his spot. "What happened?"
"The rats! They bypassed the basement! They must have realized that Warly was too strong for them, and went around!" The Innkeeper draws a gas-fueled rifle from under the counter. "They may get my customers, but this inn will stand!"
"Because no one else will hire us." He mutters.
"Would you like some help?"
"Oh, finally someone offers to help! Sorry, YES!"
A disgusting, dog-sized creature rushes through the front door, drenched in gore, with a humanoid finger stuck in its teeth.
The Innkeeper fires a shot directly into the thing's head. It stops, but judging by it's growling and thrashing, it's as alive as it ever was.
The bugbear stands up, drawing his bow.
*Initiative: 15 *
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A disgusting, dog-sized creature rushes through the front door, drenched in gore, with a humanoid finger stuck in its teeth.
The Innkeeper fires a shot directly into the thing's head. It stops, but judging by it's growling and thrashing, it's as alive as it ever was.
The bugbear stands up, drawing his bow.
*Initiative: 15 *
Clint looks up from his newspaper, puts out the cigarette, and walks away from the door, "You'd think they'd get a dire cat or something at this point." he shakes his head and resumes reading about recent religious going ons in another place
A disgusting, dog-sized creature rushes through the front door, drenched in gore, with a humanoid finger stuck in its teeth.
The Innkeeper fires a shot directly into the thing's head. It stops, but judging by it's growling and thrashing, it's as alive as it ever was.
The bugbear stands up, drawing his bow.
*Initiative: 15 *
Clint looks up from his newspaper, puts out the cigarette, and walks away from the door, "You'd think they'd get a dire cat or something at this point." he shakes his head and resumes reading about recent religious going ons in another place
The Innkeeper laughs mirthlessly. "They ate it. Twice."
Stroth picks up a bottle of some sort of white powdered metal before staring at it. Sparks seem to form in the bottle, he quickly runs outside and throws it as far as he can, it explodes in mid-air.
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
What looks like a shadow takes a step through the door, upon closer inspection, it's a rather small bugbear (small by bugbear standards) at 5'8. His fur and skin is a deep onyx black, and his eyes have a slight orange tinge to them. He wears black leather clothing under loose black velvet clothing, all under a black hooded cloak. On his shoulder is a longbow made of black wood, and a quiver of arrows on the other side.
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"Wow!" says the assistant, wiping some unknown fluid onto his hand towel. "I can see why we don't see many alchemists around here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I killed the competition" the alchemist says with a serious face before it gives way to a smile "I joke, i swear!"
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
The grinning innkeeper looks up from his "work." He tilts his head at the newcomer for a moment, then seems to realize what they are.
"Looks like someone walked afoul of the Dark Circle. Anything I - and by that I mean my assistant - can get you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The bugbear walks over to the bar and sits. "Just some soup with bread is fine." His voice is surprisingly soft.
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The assistant nods and brings your order.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nodded his thanks and got to eating.
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Blood splatters on the exterior window.
The innkeeper mutters a string of curses under his breath and ducks under the counter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The bugbear looks over from his spot. "What happened?"
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"The rats! They bypassed the basement! They must have realized that Warly was too strong for them, and went around!" The Innkeeper draws a gas-fueled rifle from under the counter. "They may get my customers, but this inn will stand!"
"Because no one else will hire us." He mutters.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Would you like some help?"
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"Oh, finally someone offers to help! Sorry, YES!"
A disgusting, dog-sized creature rushes through the front door, drenched in gore, with a humanoid finger stuck in its teeth.
The Innkeeper fires a shot directly into the thing's head. It stops, but judging by it's growling and thrashing, it's as alive as it ever was.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The bugbear stands up, drawing his bow.
*Initiative: 15 *
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Clint looks up from his newspaper, puts out the cigarette, and walks away from the door, "You'd think they'd get a dire cat or something at this point." he shakes his head and resumes reading about recent religious going ons in another place
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The Innkeeper laughs mirthlessly. "They ate it. Twice."
Rat Initiative: 22
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Two more "rats" make their way into the Inn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Hey um.... could i join this?
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*Of course. You're one of the, like, top ten coolest guys on these forums. I'd be lucky to have you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm just worried nobody else will join. Which will be sad since this is super dope*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND