Grayson is sitting at the bar and drinking. He walks out of the common room to the courtyard and starts beating up a training dummy.
A black, almost charred, twisted amalgamation of limbs with two heads, four arms, and only one leg emanating green light walks into the common room. In a deep, rumbling voice, the left head says, "Do you have any wine? And some juice for my friend here." The right head pipes up now, sounding like a little girl. "Hey! I told you not to decide things for me! Just because we share a body doesn't mean we share a mind too."
"Of course. Right away sir." comes the deep drawl of the geist. "And what should I get for you, ma'am?" It asks as it pours a large glass of wine.
The right head sighs. "Have any juice?" The green aura around the creatures fade away and the left head takes a sip of their wine.
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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.
A human male, looking to be in their 20's, in a black hooded jacket walks towards the building. The hood is pulled up past their face, causing shadows to be cast over their face, which is almost skeletal, but still obviously has skin. Their skin is a pale grey and their eyes are sunken, their red irises glowing slightly from under their hood. They also wear a pair of white gloves over their hands, which contrasts against the black of their jacket. They wear a pair of jeans, along with a pair of sturdy boots. Behind them, a pitch black doberman follows them, a creature that looks like its made of the shadows surrounding it, its eyes glowing a spectral blue.
Grayson is sitting at the bar and drinking. He walks out of the common room to the courtyard and starts beating up a training dummy.
A black, almost charred, twisted amalgamation of limbs with two heads, four arms, and only one leg emanating green light walks into the common room. In a deep, rumbling voice, the left head says, "Do you have any wine? And some juice for my friend here." The right head pipes up now, sounding like a little girl. "Hey! I told you not to decide things for me! Just because we share a body doesn't mean we share a mind too."
"Of course. Right away sir." comes the deep drawl of the geist. "And what should I get for you, ma'am?" It asks as it pours a large glass of wine.
The right head sighs. "Have any juice?" The green aura around the creatures fade away and the left head takes a sip of their wine.
"Of course, ma'am. What kind would you like? We have orange, apple, grape, raspberry, peach, pear, banana, blueberry, and strawberry. If you have difficulty making a decision, I can pick for you."
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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.
A human male, looking to be in their 20's, in a black hooded jacket walks towards the building. The hood is pulled up past their face, causing shadows to be cast over their face, which is almost skeletal, but still obviously has skin. Their skin is a pale grey and their eyes are sunken, their red irises glowing slightly from under their hood. They also wear a pair of white gloves over their hands, which contrasts against the black of their jacket. They wear a pair of jeans, along with a pair of sturdy boots. Behind them, a pitch black doberman follows them, a creature that looks like its made of the shadows surrounding it, its eyes glowing a spectral blue.
"Greetings, sir!" says the Master, a fat shadow monster, excitedly. "How may we serve you today?"
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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.
A human male, looking to be in their 20's, in a black hooded jacket walks towards the building. The hood is pulled up past their face, causing shadows to be cast over their face, which is almost skeletal, but still obviously has skin. Their skin is a pale grey and their eyes are sunken, their red irises glowing slightly from under their hood. They also wear a pair of white gloves over their hands, which contrasts against the black of their jacket. They wear a pair of jeans, along with a pair of sturdy boots. Behind them, a pitch black doberman follows them, a creature that looks like its made of the shadows surrounding it, its eyes glowing a spectral blue.
"Greetings, sir!" says the Master, a fat shadow monster, excitedly. "How may we serve you today?"
"What sort of food do you offer at your establishment?" He asks
A human male, looking to be in their 20's, in a black hooded jacket walks towards the building. The hood is pulled up past their face, causing shadows to be cast over their face, which is almost skeletal, but still obviously has skin. Their skin is a pale grey and their eyes are sunken, their red irises glowing slightly from under their hood. They also wear a pair of white gloves over their hands, which contrasts against the black of their jacket. They wear a pair of jeans, along with a pair of sturdy boots. Behind them, a pitch black doberman follows them, a creature that looks like its made of the shadows surrounding it, its eyes glowing a spectral blue.
"Greetings, sir!" says the Master, a fat shadow monster, excitedly. "How may we serve you today?"
"What sort of food do you offer at your establishment?" He asks
"Oh, just ask and I'm sure we have it in stock! Nothing is too unusual or outre for our menu!"
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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.
A human male, looking to be in their 20's, in a black hooded jacket walks towards the building. The hood is pulled up past their face, causing shadows to be cast over their face, which is almost skeletal, but still obviously has skin. Their skin is a pale grey and their eyes are sunken, their red irises glowing slightly from under their hood. They also wear a pair of white gloves over their hands, which contrasts against the black of their jacket. They wear a pair of jeans, along with a pair of sturdy boots. Behind them, a pitch black doberman follows them, a creature that looks like its made of the shadows surrounding it, its eyes glowing a spectral blue.
"Greetings, sir!" says the Master, a fat shadow monster, excitedly. "How may we serve you today?"
"What sort of food do you offer at your establishment?" He asks
"Oh, just ask and I'm sure we have it in stock! Nothing is too unusual or outre for our menu!"
"Hm... I'll have water." They say, looking down at the doberman for a moment, "And a steak."
A human male, looking to be in their 20's, in a black hooded jacket walks towards the building. The hood is pulled up past their face, causing shadows to be cast over their face, which is almost skeletal, but still obviously has skin. Their skin is a pale grey and their eyes are sunken, their red irises glowing slightly from under their hood. They also wear a pair of white gloves over their hands, which contrasts against the black of their jacket. They wear a pair of jeans, along with a pair of sturdy boots. Behind them, a pitch black doberman follows them, a creature that looks like its made of the shadows surrounding it, its eyes glowing a spectral blue.
"Greetings, sir!" says the Master, a fat shadow monster, excitedly. "How may we serve you today?"
"What sort of food do you offer at your establishment?" He asks
"Oh, just ask and I'm sure we have it in stock! Nothing is too unusual or outre for our menu!"
"Hm... I'll have water." They say, looking down at the doberman for a moment, "And a steak."
"Of course!" He claps his hands. A ghoul brings a steak while the bartender pours a glass of water. "And will there be anything else for now?"
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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.
A human male, looking to be in their 20's, in a black hooded jacket walks towards the building. The hood is pulled up past their face, causing shadows to be cast over their face, which is almost skeletal, but still obviously has skin. Their skin is a pale grey and their eyes are sunken, their red irises glowing slightly from under their hood. They also wear a pair of white gloves over their hands, which contrasts against the black of their jacket. They wear a pair of jeans, along with a pair of sturdy boots. Behind them, a pitch black doberman follows them, a creature that looks like its made of the shadows surrounding it, its eyes glowing a spectral blue.
"Greetings, sir!" says the Master, a fat shadow monster, excitedly. "How may we serve you today?"
"What sort of food do you offer at your establishment?" He asks
"Oh, just ask and I'm sure we have it in stock! Nothing is too unusual or outre for our menu!"
"Hm... I'll have water." They say, looking down at the doberman for a moment, "And a steak."
"Of course!" He claps his hands. A ghoul brings a steak while the bartender pours a glass of water. "And will there be anything else for now?"
The man seems curious about the ghoul, moreso the bartender from the looks of it, but says nothing, "No, thats all." He says, placing a cold iron coin on the table as payment, the metal about an inch thick
A human male, looking to be in their 20's, in a black hooded jacket walks towards the building. The hood is pulled up past their face, causing shadows to be cast over their face, which is almost skeletal, but still obviously has skin. Their skin is a pale grey and their eyes are sunken, their red irises glowing slightly from under their hood. They also wear a pair of white gloves over their hands, which contrasts against the black of their jacket. They wear a pair of jeans, along with a pair of sturdy boots. Behind them, a pitch black doberman follows them, a creature that looks like its made of the shadows surrounding it, its eyes glowing a spectral blue.
"Greetings, sir!" says the Master, a fat shadow monster, excitedly. "How may we serve you today?"
"What sort of food do you offer at your establishment?" He asks
"Oh, just ask and I'm sure we have it in stock! Nothing is too unusual or outre for our menu!"
"Hm... I'll have water." They say, looking down at the doberman for a moment, "And a steak."
"Of course!" He claps his hands. A ghoul brings a steak while the bartender pours a glass of water. "And will there be anything else for now?"
The man seems curious about the ghoul, moreso the bartender from the looks of it, but says nothing, "No, thats all." He says, placing a cold iron coin on the table as payment, the metal about an inch thick
"I'm sorry, we don't accept cold iron at the bar. You could exchange it for platinum in the games room, though."
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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.
A human male, looking to be in their 20's, in a black hooded jacket walks towards the building. The hood is pulled up past their face, causing shadows to be cast over their face, which is almost skeletal, but still obviously has skin. Their skin is a pale grey and their eyes are sunken, their red irises glowing slightly from under their hood. They also wear a pair of white gloves over their hands, which contrasts against the black of their jacket. They wear a pair of jeans, along with a pair of sturdy boots. Behind them, a pitch black doberman follows them, a creature that looks like its made of the shadows surrounding it, its eyes glowing a spectral blue.
"Greetings, sir!" says the Master, a fat shadow monster, excitedly. "How may we serve you today?"
"What sort of food do you offer at your establishment?" He asks
"Oh, just ask and I'm sure we have it in stock! Nothing is too unusual or outre for our menu!"
"Hm... I'll have water." They say, looking down at the doberman for a moment, "And a steak."
"Of course!" He claps his hands. A ghoul brings a steak while the bartender pours a glass of water. "And will there be anything else for now?"
The man seems curious about the ghoul, moreso the bartender from the looks of it, but says nothing, "No, thats all." He says, placing a cold iron coin on the table as payment, the metal about an inch thick
"I'm sorry, we don't accept cold iron at the bar. You could exchange it for platinum in the games room, though."
He sighs, "Figures. I don't collect a whole lot of other currencies." He says, searching through a small case, which he returns the iron coin to, "How much is it?"
Grayson is sitting at the bar and drinking. He walks out of the common room to the courtyard and starts beating up a training dummy.
A black, almost charred, twisted amalgamation of limbs with two heads, four arms, and only one leg emanating green light walks into the common room. In a deep, rumbling voice, the left head says, "Do you have any wine? And some juice for my friend here." The right head pipes up now, sounding like a little girl. "Hey! I told you not to decide things for me! Just because we share a body doesn't mean we share a mind too."
"Of course. Right away sir." comes the deep drawl of the geist. "And what should I get for you, ma'am?" It asks as it pours a large glass of wine.
The right head sighs. "Have any juice?" The green aura around the creatures fade away and the left head takes a sip of their wine.
"Of course, ma'am. What kind would you like? We have orange, apple, grape, raspberry, peach, pear, banana, blueberry, and strawberry. If you have difficulty making a decision, I can pick for you."
"I'd like a" - The head grins hideously - "surprise. Whatever you think is best. That is, if you're able to taste any in the first place. Oh, was that rude? I'm so sorry." The left head is glaring at the right this entire time.
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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.
Grayson is sitting at the bar and drinking. He walks out of the common room to the courtyard and starts beating up a training dummy.
A black, almost charred, twisted amalgamation of limbs with two heads, four arms, and only one leg emanating green light walks into the common room. In a deep, rumbling voice, the left head says, "Do you have any wine? And some juice for my friend here." The right head pipes up now, sounding like a little girl. "Hey! I told you not to decide things for me! Just because we share a body doesn't mean we share a mind too."
"Of course. Right away sir." comes the deep drawl of the geist. "And what should I get for you, ma'am?" It asks as it pours a large glass of wine.
The right head sighs. "Have any juice?" The green aura around the creatures fade away and the left head takes a sip of their wine.
"Of course, ma'am. What kind would you like? We have orange, apple, grape, raspberry, peach, pear, banana, blueberry, and strawberry. If you have difficulty making a decision, I can pick for you."
"I'd like a" - The head grins hideously - "surprise. Whatever you think is best. That is, if you're able to taste any in the first place. Oh, was that rude? I'm so sorry." The left head is glaring at the right this entire time.
"It's alright. The Master tells me what it all tastes like anyway." Multiple different, brightly colored liquids flow up into the air like snakes rearing their heads, and then layer themselves into a glass.
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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.
Fog rolls into the tavern, filling the floor, and then...unexpectedly...a beat drops... techno music starts coming out of the fog, as it does so, the fog turns green. An evil laugh echoes from outside, and a man walks into the tavern. Although, he isn't a man, he's a scarecrow, he wears strips of leather armor on his limbs. Atop his neck there is only the bottom jaw of a jack-o-lantern. In his left hand, he holds the top half. "Mwuahahaha!" He strolls into the tavern and slams his, clawed, wooden fist on the bar. He speaks in an echoing, ghoulish voice. "Give me something strong..."
Fog rolls into the tavern, filling the floor, and then...unexpectedly...a beat drops... techno music starts coming out of the fog, as it does so, the fog turns green. An evil laugh echoes from outside, and a man walks into the tavern. Although, he isn't a man, he's a scarecrow, he wears strips of leather armor on his limbs. Atop his neck there is only the bottom jaw of a jack-o-lantern. In his left hand, he holds the top half. "Mwuahahaha!" He strolls into the tavern and slams his, clawed, wooden fist on the bar. He speaks in an echoing, ghoulish voice. "Give me something strong..."
"Please don't smoke inside so much, sir. Secondhand smoke can be dangerous." The poltergeist pours him a drink that looks like it's about to catch on fire if shaken too much.
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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.
Fog rolls into the tavern, filling the floor, and then...unexpectedly...a beat drops... techno music starts coming out of the fog, as it does so, the fog turns green. An evil laugh echoes from outside, and a man walks into the tavern. Although, he isn't a man, he's a scarecrow, he wears strips of leather armor on his limbs. Atop his neck there is only the bottom jaw of a jack-o-lantern. In his left hand, he holds the top half. "Mwuahahaha!" He strolls into the tavern and slams his, clawed, wooden fist on the bar. He speaks in an echoing, ghoulish voice. "Give me something strong..."
"Please don't smoke inside so much, sir. Secondhand smoke can be dangerous." The poltergeist pours him a drink that looks like it's about to catch on fire if shaken too much.
The pumpkin in his hand glares at him, and the fog dissipates a little. He swallows the drink in one gulp. “Ahhhhh…more….”
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The poltergeist bartender holds up a "hand." The edgy music stops.
The phantom places down a shot glass full of wine in front of the rat.
The music resumes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The right head sighs. "Have any juice?" The green aura around the creatures fade away and the left head takes a sip of their wine.
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?
*alrighty, intro time.*
A human male, looking to be in their 20's, in a black hooded jacket walks towards the building. The hood is pulled up past their face, causing shadows to be cast over their face, which is almost skeletal, but still obviously has skin. Their skin is a pale grey and their eyes are sunken, their red irises glowing slightly from under their hood. They also wear a pair of white gloves over their hands, which contrasts against the black of their jacket. They wear a pair of jeans, along with a pair of sturdy boots. Behind them, a pitch black doberman follows them, a creature that looks like its made of the shadows surrounding it, its eyes glowing a spectral blue.
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
"Of course, ma'am. What kind would you like? We have orange, apple, grape, raspberry, peach, pear, banana, blueberry, and strawberry. If you have difficulty making a decision, I can pick for you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Greetings, sir!" says the Master, a fat shadow monster, excitedly. "How may we serve you today?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What sort of food do you offer at your establishment?" He asks
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
"Oh, just ask and I'm sure we have it in stock! Nothing is too unusual or outre for our menu!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hm... I'll have water." They say, looking down at the doberman for a moment, "And a steak."
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
"Of course!" He claps his hands. A ghoul brings a steak while the bartender pours a glass of water. "And will there be anything else for now?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man seems curious about the ghoul, moreso the bartender from the looks of it, but says nothing, "No, thats all." He says, placing a cold iron coin on the table as payment, the metal about an inch thick
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
"I'm sorry, we don't accept cold iron at the bar. You could exchange it for platinum in the games room, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs, "Figures. I don't collect a whole lot of other currencies." He says, searching through a small case, which he returns the iron coin to, "How much is it?"
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
"I'd like a" - The head grins hideously - "surprise. Whatever you think is best. That is, if you're able to taste any in the first place. Oh, was that rude? I'm so sorry." The left head is glaring at the right this entire time.
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?
"Just one gold, sir. The water is free, but the steak is a bit expensive."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Lets just say the rat goes swimming. After a while the rat squeaks at you.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"It's alright. The Master tells me what it all tastes like anyway." Multiple different, brightly colored liquids flow up into the air like snakes rearing their heads, and then layer themselves into a glass.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He searches for a few more moments before setting a gold coin on the table
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
Fog rolls into the tavern, filling the floor, and then...unexpectedly...a beat drops... techno music starts coming out of the fog, as it does so, the fog turns green. An evil laugh echoes from outside, and a man walks into the tavern. Although, he isn't a man, he's a scarecrow, he wears strips of leather armor on his limbs. Atop his neck there is only the bottom jaw of a jack-o-lantern. In his left hand, he holds the top half. "Mwuahahaha!" He strolls into the tavern and slams his, clawed, wooden fist on the bar. He speaks in an echoing, ghoulish voice. "Give me something strong..."
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"Please don't smoke inside so much, sir. Secondhand smoke can be dangerous." The poltergeist pours him a drink that looks like it's about to catch on fire if shaken too much.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The pumpkin in his hand glares at him, and the fog dissipates a little. He swallows the drink in one gulp. “Ahhhhh…more….”
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